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

"ALPHA FORCE"

[hellacold]

Jon is the first one to step out of the time portal. At age 29, his hair and his coat are both much longer than they had been the last time he was in 2014. He also, somehow, has scars on his face. Once safely out of the portal he grimly surveys the scene while he waits for the rest of his team to transition into the past.

SOLUS PRIME/ARCEE

[deadpartners]

When the first group of time travelers pours through the portal, there's an Autobot among them. She stands at about ten feet tall -- not very big for a Cybertronian, but her presence is tremendous, a gravity to it that seems to come from eons of accumulated wisdom. Her plating, black and blue streaked with silver, tinged with pink in places, is reminiscent of battle armor, an impression only enforced by the giant hammer strapped to her back. Any Cybertronian would recognize it as the Forge of Solus Prime.

She steps away from the portal with slow, measured steps, glancing around at the commotion surrounding their arrival -- not at all a surprise, but she carefully steps out of the way of any human passersby, not wanting to risk harming anyone, but it's pretty clear from the way she moves that she, like the others, are coming here with a purpose.

"There's no need to panic," she assures the crowd in level tones. Her voice carries the same kind of gravity as her presence, one that seems to resonate through the air around her. "We're here to help."

[metabee]

After waiting an excruciatingly long time for new medaparts to get shipped to CONDOR, Metabee was finally cleared for active duty. Again. Just in time for some sort of major fiasco to blow up downtown by the looks of it.

Metabee had made a point to be amongst the first responders to the incident, but now that he was there it was pretty clear things might not be as action packed as he'd hoped. Judging by the fact that it seemed to mostly be a bunch of folks standing around a portal. Metabee had been inching closer and dodging behind cars with gun barrels locked on the group, but the closer he got the more eerily familiar the motly crew started looking.

"Ok, what the heck is going on here? Longclaw?" He yelled accusingly, leaning out from stopped coupe, finally close enough to the glowing portal to recognize specific faces. Like, a bunch of Trailblazers for one thing.

FOR MEGATRON & STARSCREAM

[deadpartners]

Solus needs to speak to Optimus -- it's his help they'll need most of all, she thinks, if only to rally the troops -- but he'll know she's coming, provided Drift and Rodimus tell him. But right now she has a more pressing concern, even more than talking to Optimus. They don't know where Wyoming is coming from, or when he'll arrive -- the resistance's information is limited to everyone's memory of that day, those of them that do remember, and there's only so much they can divine. They're prepared to defend Celestia at the opening ceremony if needed, but if they can somehow derail him sooner and prevent the entire thing...well, that'd be preferable.

So she's scouting out the area around the city, securing the perimeter in the hopes she'll see any trace of Wyoming, anything to give away where he must be hiding out. Solus drives around in her alt mode -- no longer the sporty motorcycle from her past life, her vehicle mode is now a compact but nonetheless formidable-looking armored vehicle whose tires churn through the sand with ease.

OPEN, BUT SPECIFICALLY KARKAT

[nitrodamus]

He doesn't hide himself, after arriving. He gave up on hiding a long time ago.

Sollux tours the city out in the open, in a blaze of red and blue as he flies. It's oddly nostalgic, now. He used to think of it as something as foreign and weird, but now he's lived on Earth almost as long as he loved on Alternia. He doesn't necessarily think of this as memories of a better time, though. Just memories of when he was more naive.

He honestly doesn't know what he's going to do yet. He figures that this iteration of himself is probably going to stop existing, for better or for worse, so there's really nothing to worry about anymore. Just maybe an impact before the timeline resets.

He figures his present self will be with the Decepticons, but his path towards that is slow. Part of him hopes that CONDOR will show up, if he lingers around obviously enough. It fell apart years ago from his perspective, and he'd enjoy one more chance to put them in their place.

So he lingers obnoxiously in the city, ignoring the citizens that react with alarm. Trying to accommodate others was the worst mistake he ever made.