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[hidingnotlost]

Characters: IDW Mirage, Open!
Content: In which Mirage feels homesick and takes a gamble on going home.
Location: Iacon Towers
Time of day: Morning
Warnings: None yet.
Status: (Active/Finished?) Finished.

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Arrival

[classyspyracer]

It was like waking up within a dream. One moment Mirage was at the makeshift transmitter of the lonely outpost he’d called home since the start of the Unicron War, trying once again to put a comm through to Hound. The next moment he was - some place else. In a building. Somewhere.

Partially onlining his optics, Mirage cautiously surveyed his surroundings. Then he fully onlined them. Surprised? That was an understatement.

He was on Cybertron. And the building was none other than - his ancestral home. His old apartment, back in the Towers!

No - it can’t be! And yet - it was! Darkness surrounded him. But Mirage’s finely attuned optic sensors had instantly engaged infra red. And he could see exactly where he was now - in the main entrance hall

[nolikeanything]

(Due to Cloud's hiatus 'cause of work, I'm going to intercept G1 Mirage for right now. :B)Somewhere along the way Slag had lost track of Drift. The ex-Decepticon was a sneaky bastard and the tricerabot was more than annoyed to learn that the mech had gotten away. So, in all his grumpy glory, Slag had taken to stopping around, ramming into buildings to relieve his stress and just plain being his jerk of a self

[classyspyracer]

ooc - no problem, thanks! :D

Still in a state of disbelief, Mirage moved wraith like through the hallway, performing as he went a routine scan for other energy signatures, his sensor net prickling at the intense silence. This had never exactly been a noisy place, but a background of soft, purposeful activity had always pervaded, as drones attended to the needs of the Towers and escorted his various business visitors. The quiet was eerily poignant. As was the lack of signatures anywhere in the complex

[nolikeanything]

It had taken returning to his robot mode before Slag was able to push his way inside the building but he got in nonetheless, the hot head practically snarling now as he glared around the large, open foyer area. So much nice stuff...all so perfect and untouched

[hidingnotlost]

It hadn't taken Mirage much time to deliberate. He knew the decision was, inevitably, to go inside, and there was really no use delaying the inevitable. So he transformed into his bipedal form and made his way into the building he had once resided in

[classyspyracer]

"No - no other bots in here, Slag. Just that signature as you say - nearby somewhere," Mirage said, still acutely aware of the presence and feeling much less calm about it than he sounded. The spy cast a very thorough glance around the room, deciding not to activate the lights before moving over to the large window.

Mirage was almost afraid to look out. And yet - what was there to be afraid of? Everything was exactly where it used to be. There were the nearby upper level flats and offices, only dimly lit as one would expect at this time of the cycle. Their tall supporting structures stretched below to the the tops of other buildings, lights from numerous concourses and walkways glittering in between. Looking to the right, Mirage could see the central business district, the mighty Iacon Dome rising at its outer edge. Beyond, the lights continued, fading into the residential districts of the city's outer suburbs.

The same - yes - but as with this building, devoid of any activity. The bustling walkways were empty, the busy

[nolikeanything]

The Dinobot had only sorta been paying attention to Mirage....okay, in reality he had stopped paying attention once they were out of the elevator, at least for the time being. While the noble went over towards the windows, Slag began to snoop around the room itself, picking up things here and there, snorting, then setting them back down none-too-gently. He resisted the urge to return to his root mode, figuring Mirage would get upset if he broke anything while he was on all fours

[hidingnotlost]

Mirage wasn't at all paying attention to the surrounding buildings. His attention was on the apartment. It was clean and orderly, just as he'd last seen it, and nothing seemed out of place. It was just... home