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TEST DRIVE MEME

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[jumpthegun]

Okay. This was all okay. He was dreaming, clearly. Truth be told, dreaming of a technicolor dreamscape populated by ponies was one of the least troubling of his dreams as of late. John Watson, an off-white Earth pony with a sandy mane wasn't sure what to make of this place yet. It wasn't threaten-

He was too busy staring around to pay any mind to where he was walking. Unfortunately, this meant he didn't see the manhole - ponyhole? - cover sitting to one side before he went half plummeting into the gaping entry.

"Bloody-!" It was going to be one of those sorts of dreams. He was sure there was a metaphor in here his therapist would love to get at if he ever talked to her again.

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[caelum_ignis_draconigena]

And he would suddenly find himself being pulled back from the hole by a big set of white, hand-like paws... attached to an even bigger white and red dragon.

"Are you alright?" The voice of the dragon is kind and his manner calm, big blue eyes watching John with obvious concern as he sets him back on the ground... away from the open access cover.

You're totally fine!

[jumpthegun]

"Yeah, thanks I..." John trails off when he sets eyes on his rescuer. It shouldn't be too surprising that if he can conjure up ponies, it's only a small leap to dragons, but that is still a very large fire-breathing lizard watching him. As leaving it at 'thanks I' is rude, John blinks a few times before managing to reengage the rest of his vocabulary.

"Hi, thanks! Yes. Perfectly fine. I'm John." Uncertain where to take this next, he adds, "D'you know, it looks like somebody's got a living room set up down there. Haven't got any problems with demon clowns appearing the gutters around here, have you?"

<3

[caelum_ignis_draconigena]

Well, it has to be one of the better reactions that Skyfire has gotten, and he just gives John a small grin. "You're welcome. And it's nice to meet you John. My name is Skyfire."

Skyfire looks a bit perplexed and half stares down into the hole. "Well, I guess I can't say anything about their choice of location since I live in a cave... but that just doesn't seem like a good place to make a place to live. It must get pretty wet when it rains..."

The mention of demon clowns gets an odd look though. "Things have been odd since I arrived here... but I don't think that they've gotten that odd..."

[jumpthegun]

"Well, man-caves are all the rage these days." They're also entirely different from what Skyfire - Skyfire? Really? - probably means. "Looked roomy enough, anyway." You'd almost think it was France by the size of it.

In any case, Skyfire clearly wasn't a Stephen King fan, so John waved away his confusion. "How odd is odd, then? I guess you're sort of from here"- from John's head, such as it is -"but I've never actually seen anything like this outside a kid's television program."

[caelum_ignis_draconigena]

Clearly most of that went way over Skyfire's head. Humans had just started sailing and exploring large bodies of water on his Earth... So almost anything to do with culture or 'common knowledge' of more recent things would go right past him.

"Odd is having people switching memories and powers while thinking that they've always had those powers and memories. Oh and the loud woman trying to invade... and more recently the almost weekly monster attacks..." He shook his head. Okay, so odd might be understating things a little.

"I'm not really from here. I got pulled here like a lot of others... Television? What's that? I've heard a few people talking about it before, but I'm not entirely sure what that is..." He paused and added "The world I came from is just starting ocean travel and discovery voyages by sea. I ended up stranded there when I crashed... It sounds similar to a vid program from my home, but..."

[jumpthegun]

John's features grow progressively more perplexed as the dragon carries on. This is definitely sounding more and more like a Saturday morning kids show. His claiming to have been 'pulled here' is definitely more troubling. Of course, a dream won't come out and tell you it's a dream. Is this just 'logic' trying to make sense of it?

"Vid program? How d'you have videos without television?" Maybe he means film reels? "Televisions are like... have you ever seen a film? Moving pictures?"

[caelum_ignis_draconigena]

Skyfire tilts his head a bit and then thinks a moment before a look of comprehension dons on him and he nods.

"Ah. So it is like a vid program. I suppose I should clarify a bit. Vid is an abbreviation for Visual Interface Device. I suppose they are the similar enough in concept? They both let you watch things on them?"

He looks a little sheepish "Sorry. I still forget how large a gap there is between our language terminology and technology levels sometimes."

[jumpthegun]

John's about to ask where someone who's from a time of boats and telescopes for travel would get that kind of technology. He'd said he crashed, though. Not from Earth. Alien?

The fact that he's trying to work this out when he's fairly certain he's going to wake up in a moment is a little mind-boggling. But while he's in the dream, he might as well indulge. "No, no. It's fine. It sounds like they're sort of the same. Where are you from, though, if it's not here, and it's not where you crashed?"

[caelum_ignis_draconigena]

"That's a bit of a long story... but the short version of it is, I'm from a planet called Cybertron and I crashed on what I'm assuming is a world called Earth..." He pauses "Well, there are humans on it at least. I don't think they're organized enough to decide on a name for the planet yet..."

He shrugs as he looks over at John. "I'll buy you a drink if you want the long story? You look like you need it..." Or at least Skyfire thought he would once the shock and the 'it's a dream' denial wore off.

[jumpthegun]

Somehow, the idea of grabbing a pint with a dragon is only odd if that he's offering it while they're in a pastel world of ponies. It's just not one of those settings you'd expect to see anything apart from fruit juice and water in. "Yeah... you see, the thing is, that sounds lovely - you seem lovely - but I'm pretty sure this is a dream.

"Or a hallucination..." Oh, god, has Sherlock been putting drugs in his drinks again? John might just actually kill the other man when he lays hands on him. "And I know you're going to tell me it's not, but this seems just a little beyond belief, wouldn't you say? Cybertron aliens and ponies and... everything, really."

[caelum_ignis_draconigena]

Skyfire chuckled a little. "Well there's no harm in joining me for a drink then, is there?"

He shook his head and reached out for John's flank... and grabbed hold of a single tail hair with a surprising amount of dexterity for something so large. With a quick yank, Skyfire would pull out the hair and give John an apologetic look, since he knew that had to sting. Better a bit of pain now than doing something stupid later while thinking you couldn't get hurt right?

"Unfortunately, it's not a dream."

[jumpthegun]

John flinches when the dragon pulls his fur out and waits expectantly for the pain to wake him. Or bring him some sort of clarity in the haze.

Only it doesn't. He stares up at Skyfire.

"Jesus Christ..." If this really isn't a dream, then what in God's name? "It's... how?"

John sits back on his haunches, just a little overwhelmed with the revelation. "I think I could really use that drink."

[caelum_ignis_draconigena]

"No idea. I'm not too stressed over the idea of being here, but I know it's troubling for others."

Skyfire stretches a bit and nods his head in the direction of the place that serves harder drinks.

"The bar is that way..." He pauses and looks at the obviously overwhelmed expression on John's face. "... Do you want a lift there?"

[jumpthegun]

Troubling doesn't cover the half of it. Either he's gone completely mad or... or what? Inter-dimensional, transmogrifying travel is possible. He can hear a voice very like Sherlock's scoffing at the idea in his head. Then again, once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. They aren't talking about demon hounds here, no parlor tricks and gas and lights.

John can feel his ears as he swivels them, his hooves as they dig into the earth, and the swish of his tail as he flicks it.

This is fine. Completely fine. Perfectly fine.

"No, no. I think I should walk." Because getting carted about by a dragon, while undeniably cool, might just break the last semblance of calm holding him together. He gets up and takes a few tentative steps. "How long have you been here?"

[caelum_ignis_draconigena]

Skyfire nods. "You need the walk to settle... I get that." He gives John a wry grin. "At least you don't have to worry about causing major property damage if you misstep." He then starts walking slowly, making sure that John has plenty of time to keep up and stopping when it looks like he may be getting too far ahead.

"I've been here... a couple of months? I think..." He shrugs a bit. "I've learned to stop keeping track of the days so closely." He doesn't really explain why, but it looks like something he's not going to elaborate on unless asked.

[jumpthegun]

Somehow, the Skyfire's sense of humor does more to settle John than anything else. The understated wit makes him shake his head and smile back at the dragon as he follows along. If he can just focus on the morbid humor, he'll get through.

The jocularity shifts to some concern at the mention of months. He can understand not keeping track of time, though. It's like a prisoner keeping tally on the walls: rarely good for one's peace of mind.

"You said we were 'pulled' here. By what? And how did we wind up like... this? I don't even remember being knocked out."

[caelum_ignis_draconigena]

"Nobody is really sure of the how and why yet." He shakes his head and looks a bit put out at the remembrance of waking up in his now organic form. "I couldn't tell you how we ended up like this, since I have no idea myself. Last I remember was putting my head down for a nap..."

Skyfire sighed a little and then couldn't help but grin a bit. "I'll tell you... tromping on a limb is a sure way to tell that you're not dreaming."

[jumpthegun]

With those claws? John could well believe it. "This is just really weird. You seem to have sorted out walking around in a place made for little horses, though." Who would have thought a dragon could be graceful? "Talking of, are they going to have anything big enough for you to actually drink?" And on that note, how do they drink? Troughs filled with beer. That's significantly less appealing than a regular pint.

[caelum_ignis_draconigena]

"I'm used to being the biggest thing around unfortunately. At least here I don't get chased away from towns." Being so large in a time when the normal thought process is, if it's huge, it's dangerous... Well...

He grins a bit at the question. "I normally just get a barrel of something... It's easier on them than trying to order anything else." John might find it either amusing or odd, but they drank out of mugs and glasses just like humans did.

[jumpthegun]

He's going to find it a little of both. It's absurd enough to warrant a laugh and a look askance. The part that catches John's attention for the moment, though, is Skyfire mentioning his size. He'd taken 'crashed' to mean 'crash landed in a spaceship.' Maybe he has to travel around in some sort of suit because of the atmosphere? That would be very War of the Worlds of him.

"Sorry, how big are people usually on Cybertron?" It sounded like some sort of computer world.

[polyturtle]

Good thing Don has dodging skills, or John's rump would have smacked with into his snout.

"Woah!" Don slid down the ladder leading into the sewer a bit. "Uh, sorry about that. You need a hoof getting back up to the ground floor?"

[jumpthegun]

"What?" Why is there a pony on a ladder? How is there a pony on a ladder? How is he half-holding onto a ladder with hooves? And this pony is a unicorn. Right. Yes. Why not?

"No, I... sorry, are you maintenance or something? What are you doing in the sewer?" Because that's likely the only question to get an answer other than 'magic,' he suspects.

[polyturtle]

"Actually doing cable wiring." Don replied sheepishly. "Waterproofing it so that I can finally start putting televisions in houses."

See? Its not magic!

[jumpthegun]

Not magic, just ponies running wires for televisions. That's perfectly normal and not a bit odd. "You're running cables through the sewers?" John's a doctor, not an engineer, but he feels like he's missing something here.