there's always a lighthouse. there's always a beach party.

[wheremst]

[ Welcome to... a very nice beach, actually! It's very pleasant here. Carmen has set up a couple bonfires, there's some barbecues with meat to cook... and a lot of beach to hang out on! ]

Welcome to California's Pigeon Point Light Station State Park! Between Santa Cruz and San Francisco, just south of Pescadero, this lighthouse gets it's name from the Carrier Pigeon, a ship that wrecked here in 1853! ... Sorry, old habit. Go party. We have the whole place to ourselves. Most everyone here's been through something like this, or knows someone who has. And... the vending machine's bringing in some friends of yours, too.

[ It's a warm late summer night - not too hot for bonfires, but not too chilly that you need to stick by them to survive.

You've made it to the end. There are fellow survivors to meet and commiserate with, friends to meet or catch up with, and... it's over. For those of you returning, it's been about a year since the end of Round 2, and Carmen's gotten the word out to as many people as she can between trying to help this round and tracking down Round 0. If you'd like to play a hostage from the first motive, just know that they will remember it, but it's up to the player in the main round if time has passed since then or not so... it may have been a day or two ago or it may have been months! And hell with it, if you want to play a Round 0 character you suggested back in r1, come talk to us. Why not?

EDIT: Asher has gone to the trouble of making a toplevel directory for anyone intimidated by the number of pages!

Enjoy the last log of Unknown Seas! You've earned it. Love meme will come later tonight in the ooc comm. ]

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[consfound]

[One of the organics is giving him a funny look. Thankfully, Krok is not one of the ones whose immediate reaction is to shoot the guy.

His optics narrow. What do you want?]

[howveryglib]

[...aw, hell, he shouldn't stare, even if the robot is cool...

he'll just clear his throat awkwardly...]

Ah. You are one of Misfire's comrades, are you not?

[consfound]

[The hand holding onto the communicator relaxes.]

So he is here. [He was starting to worry that this odd portal was a dead end.] Yes. Tell him Krok's waiting for him to get back to the WAP, and Grimlock doesn't appreciate him being gone for so long.

[howveryglib]

I am sure he will be around sooner or later. It was not his fault he was gone, at the very least.

[consfound]

This time, it might not be. [Because he has run off to chase a cryptid or to find snacks and ended up forgetting to come home.]

Are you sure he hasn't mentioned avoiding an argument or being upset at his crew...? [A month after this disappearance, Krok starting feeling guilty and wondered if it was his harsh words that drove Misfire to run off on them. Granted, it would be a dick move to abandon Grimlock after defending him, but Krok won't disregard the possibility of Misfire leaping into the nearest portal where he can't be radioed.]

[howveryglib]

Not that I can remember, but I do remember him being somewhat distressed about the idea of his companion Grimlock going into some sort of rage. I believe this was certainly more of an inconvenience to him than an escape, even barring the fact that we were in some sort of deranged killing game.

[consfound]

Grimlock? In a rage? The most he's ever done was break furniture and throw me into a wall, and Misfire didn't seem all that bothered about that. [Said with only traces of bitterness that exist after two months of worrying...]

Apart from being killed by a human, it's not all too dissimilar to the nonsense we've been pulled into, but with less fighting off alien invasions with trivia questions.

[howveryglib]

Perhaps I misunderstood him. Regardless, he was reasonably concerned, at least.

…

I am uncertain as to whether I wish to ask for more details or not…

[consfound]

Maybe. I don't know why that would be on his mind, either. [Surely it can't be an idea that was presented to him by Cipher. And surely it's an unfounded fear in the future.]

If you asked me about every bit of nonsense we had to deal with, we'd be here for weeks.

[howveryglib]

I think he may have just been concerned about the time he was placed in a containment chamber with several... less resilient individuals as part of some sort of hostage motive.

...It sounds as though you have an exciting life, at the very least.

[consfound]

So that’s why he asked if Grimlock was still with us. All I got was that it was part of a multiverse thing.

…Actually, yes, I would be concerned if she tried to prod him into killing the others. [He will not admit that he did just that when they first encountered Grimlock.

As to the last comment, Krok only gives a long, tired sigh.]

[howveryglib]

That is basically it, yes. I will admit, I am concerned about how the hostage she used for me is doing, though I do hope they got on well enough while they were trapped together.

[wow… cool robot was the reaction, presumably.]

[consfound]

Well, they're safe and nothing happened to them. If anything, your hostage was whisked away into a different dimension than yours and you don't have to worry about it.

What's important is my Misfire is back.

[howveryglib]

…I suppose that could be true. I am certain they were all safe, regardless. I am certainly glad he is alive and well now, as well.

[consfound]

Misfire has a habit of endearing most people towards him. If it weren't for his natural hardiness, he'd have that keeping him safe during all this.

[But look how much good that did for him.]

Unfortunately, now he's part slug.

[howveryglib]

I am not sure how much of a detriment anyone being part slug is, truly, given that there are many individuals in my home world that share traits with beasts. Granted, they tend to be more charismatic creatures like cats and rabbits than slugs, but I would still not consider it to be that unfortunate so long as it does not hamper his daily life.

[consfound]

How is it beneficial for a Cybertronian to have organic organs inside of him?! There's no ethical medic that can look after him! What if he needs to feed that part separately? What about the comfort of my other men?!

[His volume increases with each question. As chill as Misfire is with this development, Krok can only see potential danger.]

And if this ends up killing him - considering how incompatible we are with biology - what then? What if there was some way we could have removed it and saved his Spark?

[howveryglib]

...I did not consider such a thing to be an issue. That is...

[WHAT IF HIS COOL ROBOT FRIEND DIES... AGAIN...]

I do know some individuals who work closely with machines, but I have no idea if they would know what to do in this particular case.

[consfound]

The problem is that he sees no issue with this setup! Misfire is likely assuming that everything will turn out for the better even if nothing is done about it!

[He clenches the communicator in his right hand and clicks the button on top with his thumb. Repeatedly.]

And why slugs?

[howveryglib]

...He does seem like he has been extremely lucky over time, at least. The slugs did have some abilities that were somewhat magical in nature...

[consfound]

None of us know how to deal with magic.

[He covers his face with his hands.]

Who did this to him?

[howveryglib]

...Technically he is in this situation because he was brutally murdered, so he is at least in a better situation than being dead.

[consfound]

Then it's his killer's fault.

[The double sin of murdering one of his boys and turning him into a cyborg. Lord Drakkon must pay.]

The murderer is an older human man, I take it. [All he has is a vague description to tell him apart from the dozens of other humans on the beach.]

[howveryglib]

...yes, that would be accurate.

[...he says, as an older human looking (admittedly weirdly tall and with a weird thing in his forehead) male.]

[consfound]

[This old human man seems to like Misfire! He can't be the killer...unless he's good at faking friendships.

Krok decides to proceed with caution.] What is your name?