EVERYONE HATES TIME TRAVEL PART ONE

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Who: Anybody stepping out of the TIME HOLE into present-day LA, anybody who wants to witness this going down – or to intervene
Where: Downtown LA
When: August 2nd (now!)
What: A bunch of time travellers arrive in the present to try to fix their dystopian future. See here for more details!
Warnings: time travel. everyone hates time travel.

It's late at night when the portal opens, an undulating patch of wrongness hanging in the warm summer air just a few inches above the street, bordered by shimmering multicoloured light.

A car swerves to avoid it. There's a scream or two, and people start to clear the area, eager to put some distance between themselves and the potential scene of some kind of Incident – others stay put, cell phone cameras at the ready.

If anything, though, when people start to step out of the portal, the onlookers calm down a little – this is, at least, not going to be another dinosaur incident. Cameras flash anyway. Another person screams, presumably because they're just on a roll with screaming at this point.

More than one person has called the Alpha Force hotline by now – but they might well not be the first heroes to arrive on the scene...


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Everyone is cordially encouraged to make multiple threads here for either time-travellers, present-day people, or both. Feel free to NPC passersby etc. as well!
Remember that villains from the future who are following the good guys through are probably going to come through at a slight delay.

Comments

[positiveenergy]

A strange Cybertronian walking out of some glowing portal with a bunch of humans asking for their help? What could possibly go wrong?

Now that they're up closer, and now that she's talked a bit, Drift's reminded of Arcee for some reason. But she's back at the base, last time he'd seen her anyway. And there's something else that diverts his attention for the moment.

"Wait a-" He points over at the hammer. "Is that- on your back- that's not what I think it is...is it?"

[deadpartners]

"I am here to help you, in a way. What we're doing will, hopefully, ensure the continued future of everyone on this planet."

Something flickers in Solus' optics as she looks at the both of them, something tugging at her spark -- but she sets it aside. She has to. She's here to course correct the timeline and keep everything from going so completely to hell, not to fondly reminisce about Drift and Rodimus. She's here to stay on task.

Even so, just the faintest hint of a smile touches her face as she reaches over her shoulder to close a hand over the handle of the hammer.

"Yes, it's the Forge." Solus pulls it from her back, wielding it in both hands with apparent ease -- impressive, for someone her size. She stands up a little taller, looking them both in the optics in turn. "My name is Solus Prime."

[worstprime]

Rodimus is taken aback - it sounds like a joke, but something about her resonates the truth of this statement. He glances over at Drift, and seeing that the other bot is just as confused, back at Solus.

"Sorry, did'you say Solus Prime? How...wh- how's that...how's that even possible?"

[positiveenergy]

"Hold on, hold on. You can't just go around calling yourself a Prime." Because seriously, what kind of person does something like that. Solus doesn't strike him as the type to make those claims without good reason, but...

"You know Optimus? He's the one with the matrix." And they should know...Considering the giant game of 'keep away' the Autobots had to play with Soundwave and Megatron to get it back.

[deadpartners]

Ah, Drift and Rodimus. She missed you two, she really did -- in one way or another.

"Optimus may have the Matrix now, but that won't always be the case." Solus' voice is level, but even so her optics dim in sorrow just to remember. "I am a Prime -- the next Prime. Ten years from now, I am the one who carries the Matrix of Leadership."