Open I don't like sand

After being dragged into a dark oblivion, Jamison's vision returned promptly-- the sudden change from pitch darkness to blinding sunlight causing him to wince and squint. His right arm had been freed from the vines for him to use to block his eyes from the burning sun, and after taking a whirling glance around himself, he saw the last tendrils of the groping foliage recede away into the hot orange sand beneath him. "Uhh..." It was quite unheard of for Junkrat to be speechless, and it didn't last long. "...Wull THAT'S diff'rent."

He picked himself up and checked that his artificial limbs weren't damaged nor his precious explosives stolen before glancing around at the desert surrounding him. The faint buzz of toxic radiation was no longer in the air. This was not the Outback. "...Roadie?" He called, finding his obnoxious voice wavering just a wee bit. Only his own echo replied, and it made him feel very, very alone. "Blimey, where ya gone off to, mate? Can't leave a job halfway through..." He mumbled, halfheartedly trying to make a joke and place the blame of this odd situation on somebody else.

Junk wasn't afraid, he decided. He was angry. Angry at being robbed of his gold, robbed of his mate and bodyguard, robbed of the chance to exact his revenge on the bloody Queen. In fact, HE was the one who had physically been stolen this time. That was a first. What had happened wasn't absurd, he was used to absurd. What had happened was downright rude, and he was going to do something about it. Seeing a flickering settlement in the distance, he started marching towards it, hoping it wasn't a mirage in the heat.

Before long, he caught sight of another figure walking through the hot shimmering air, looking a bit more miserable and worn than he, who was used to ungodly heat. "Oi!" He called in his heavy Australian accent, waving his metallic arm above him with much more energy than he should posses underneath the sweltering sun. The orange steel glinted in the light, as intended. Again with much too exuberant of energy for the climate, he hobbled closer. "Out for an aftahnoon stroll?" He joked with a giggling laugh.

@Leia Organa

 

She may be considered underage here, something she had to get used too again but she had decided to finally explore outside the main town using the clockwork buses. Thankfully they were free of charge and one had just dropped her off when she noticed movement in the far distance. The blonde girl frowned, whatever or whoever it was were for now just a pair of black dots but they were moving and she debated going to see what was out there.

After a minute of going over her options, Amber nodded as they were heading in her direction and she started to head out. Especially as they drew closer, the approaching pair seemed to be humans and while she wasn't a local of the desert community, she could help in other ways even if she hadn't been here as long as some others.

But she would wait until they drew closer before saying everything - just to make sure the approaching beings were actually humans.

 

"Eh. Got nothin' else ta do." Jamie shrugged exaggeratedly and held his hands behind his back like a mock-gentleman as he did indeed join her stroll. He eyed her for a moment when her gaze was turned away, not noticing that she was rightfully wary of him. People being paranoid and careful was a normal thing to him. If anything, she seemed overly friendly and trusting. Inviting him to partake in her afternoon stroll? Foolish girl.

But unfortunately, it didn't look like she had very much on her worth robbing. Bummer. "So, uh, what's this wasteland called? And what're you called?" He asked, glancing around before jutting the accusatory question towards her. Her hair looked strange, and she was sweating a lot. Had she never felt the gentle heat of the desert sun before?

"Hey, you seen any bloke bout yay tall,--" he hopped upward to attempt to bring his reaching fingertips to the correct height. "--wearing a shark mask, who goes by the name Roadhog?" He asked, half hopeful and half accusatory. "How about a hovercraft full o' gold and uh... dynamite?" Surely such precious things couldn't have gone far, right?

 

She had continued walking at the sounds of faint voices in the distance, picking up the pace as the other two people came into view. The woman looked like she was from some kind of another world but the man looked a bit more familiar like he had come straight from her home.

Finally stopping a couple of feet away on hearing the tail-end of their conversation, she took a minute to study the pair. It was weird but she kind of felt homesick for where she had come from even with the whole trying to survive deal. Lowering her gaze, she debated saying something - the man had mentioned explosives after all and she was wondering why he was looking for them.

 

The lady seemed as clueless as a duck, and just as out of place in this desert. He wasn't going to get any clues out of a loony person who decided the middle of a desert was the best place to take an afternoon nap before her afternoon stroll. She also seemed to have zero idea what he was talking about when he asked if she'd seen Roadhog or his treasure trolley, which was basically her giving him a 'no' as an answer. Dropping his animated arms, his shoulders sagged. "Oh, well... that's alrigh' mate." He excused her daftness, though he was mostly muttering to himself to assuage his fallen hopes.

Junkrat glanced around at her presentation of the sand around them, as if he'd failed to notice just exactly how much of it there was. Another person was nearby, whom he raised a bushy blonde eyebrow at. She looked as if she'd know where Roadie was, perhaps having traveled straight from Junkertown itself. The stranger's silent approach and visual similarity to the denizens of the apocalyptic town made him a bit more wary of her, but if she was looking to mug them, she'd have another thing coming.

The clueless woman seemed to try to introduce them, and after a moment of ignorance, Jamie straightened up and took his late cue. "Junkrat! Atchyer service!" He chirped with a mocking bow, again possessing far too much energy for the sweltering heat they were suffering. Well, he wasn't suffering at all. This was room temperature for him.

He was definitely not at their service, but it was a phrase of greeting that he'd heard before, and it sounded fun to present himself as some sort of chivalrous jester-- at least for a few moments before his arrogant rudeness revealed itself again. "Which way's tha town?" He barked the light demand at the newcomer, unable to care less about who she was or what her name was. She was definitely from Junkertown, and she knew the way back to the place where he'd been kidnapped from. That was all that mattered to him.

 

(ooc sorry for the late join)

Luke was uneasy about the guy talking to Leia when he got close. He seemed a little too arrogant for his taste. Luke, like so many other times, had been drawn in by her Force presence, and wanted to help her now that she was back. He knew Leia could handle herself, but his big brother nature was never going away. He could see she had come from Endor...he remembered that outfit. She was younger, but at least she'd know him.

< Leia > He sent out a Force message to get her attention, letting her knew he was there so he wouldn't startle her.

He slipped in beside Leia, studying the male and the other woman who was also there.

"That way" he nodded his head at the direction of Horizon. "That is, the nearest one here. Somehow, I get the feeling you may be more newcomers..."

he looked at Leia. "You just wake up here?" He sighed. "It's....really complicated. And really confusing at times. I'll try my my best to explain though, once we're out of this desert." he sighed. 'Too much like Tatooine for my liking."

His lightsaber hilt was in his hand, but he didn't have it activated yet, was hoping he didn't have to jump into action.

 

"Call me Amber and yes, I'm from the main town at least. It's that way unless you want one of the other four towns" she replied - her attention more on the dark-haired woman, having heard talk of more than one.

Thankfully they hadn't probed into where she was from and she was kind of getting used to the presence of adults again. How does someone tell that type of story to people coming from places where they were lucky in that sense. A fourth voice cut across her thoughts and she turned to see a fair-haired man approaching them, and he knew the other lady it seemed.

 

Luke gratefully accepted the hug. He was disappointed but not surprised when she pulled away and didnt trust him. He was so much older now...how must he look to her?

”I am Luke, I swear. It’s this place. It pulls us not just from different worlds, but different times. I wss brought in from a later time than you. I’m older but I am Luke. Maybe I can prove it...ask me smething you think only I would know.”

 

Half-distracted by the other two as they knew each other it seemed, she shot the siblings a quick look before glancing at the wild-looking man again.

The mention of a town had reminded the blonde teenager that she needed to check the rest of this place out and exploring may help distract her further as she had no idea what had happened to her. Things still didn't feel not entirely real due to what she had seen on her first day here and the fact this place countered the reality of her home.