angleofscience

[Jetfire's found his own sack of 'gifts', and while he's kind of grateful, he's also confused. Gifts? Just like that? One of them also had him extremely curious, but it didn't take long to realize that it was merely an extremely simple drone.

But that led to actually wanting to understand how it worked. Which led to this; the video comes on with Jetfire sitting in his room, turning some tiny bit of electronics around in his hand before he looks up.]

Was anyone else gifted with one of these... hm, fake-furred... "drones"? And if you're not amenable to keeping them, I am interested in them, if you'd be willing to part with yours.

[He's not sure what he'll do with them, but if anything, something could surely be done... or they could maybe be used as bases for something else. like spare parts, despite the lousy quality.]

... Starscream, stop that. I thought you weren't talking to me?

[Whatever the other Cybertronian is doing, and is doing in Jetfire's room, will probably go unanswered, as the video cuts when Jetfire closes the journal.]

[After helping Ironhide, Jetfire had went to get his journal. He'd merely intended to ask a question... But since he'd attempted to challenge himself again when it came to the absolutely dreadful weather, the image that pops up is simply of Jetfire standing at one of the entrances to the barracks, staring out at the snow, for several minutes.]

I... That is...

[He seems to zone out again, having stretched out one arm outside the protection of the doorway, watching snowflakes melt as they meet his armour-plating.]

... Has anyone been here... for long enough to have the data to say for how long this weather is going to last? Or, if not that... The experience to extrapolate how long this colder weather and snow could last..?

[He's not once looking directly into the journal, and his optics are dim, nearly offline. It's hard to say what actually turns the image off when it ends, but whether anyone replies to this, or comes wandering around the barracks, Jetfire is probably quite obvious where he's standing.

He's at least pulled his arm in against his frame, though the small pool of water on the floor would reveal he apparently didn't do it until he got quite a bit of snow on it.]

[Shortly after this, Jetfire has been attempting to distract himself, having gone to the library but that's not exactly working, and all he can come up with?]

A question, if you will; what would be the difference between science and magic?

[He has accepted the possibility of more-than-natural... or supernatural/divine events, if barely, but that acceptance still doesn't explain a general question of what 'magic' could be in relation to known and quantifiable science.]

... Also, Starscream. Do you... have a moment?

[He's not sure asking this - no matter how interested he is in the answers - will be sufficient distraction, so he'll just go to someone he knows is good at distraction (if only to have all attention on himself).]

[There had been a few distractions, but it was time to find out how restricted the airspace was, if it was. So here is Jetfire, standing on the edge of the Green closest towards the Barracks and staring at the sky, helm tilted back, arms crossed. Before he goes, though...]

//Starscream, want to come flying? I talked with someone earlier who indicated the sky isn't what it seems.//

[The comm sent and over with, Jetfire concentrates back on the sky again. It looks normal. It ought to be normal. But apparently it isn't.

Go stare at the jet, before or after he comes down?]

((ooc: Backdated to recently after his arrival, since I am slow...))

[Jetfire apparently figured out the video-function of the journal very quickly, because that's what pops up; a view of someone white, obviously very large, and metal. As soon as he starts to speak, however, it's clear, for those of you who speak English, that he's not speaking that (or any other langauge mostly anyone here would recognize), so have a text translation.]

... This shouldn't even... ahh, right...

I'm finding the premise I'm supposed to accept rather improbable. The odds of even... ah, something divine having the time to construct a place of safety and then pluck someone... or even several, aren't even astronomical. I'd be generous if I said they were astronomical.

[Jetfire only has a faint frown on his faceplates, but his optics are narrowed and his voice heavy with disbelief. Amusingly enough, despite the science-oriented talk, the heavy blanket of disbelief lightens some on the word 'divine', even if there's a slight sigh accompanying it instead.]

Especially since even the assumption of a 'frozen-moment' would require unfreezing at any change of location, and thus even a pre-knowledge of the so-supposed "end" wouldn't be sufficient. Further, even with such a time window, that alloted time would soon run out.

[Does Jetfire enjoy science so much he wouldn't mind potentially talking to himself about it? Yes. He might also be slightly upset. Maybe.]

And since different universes would, by virtue of natural variation, obey slightly different rules, have slightly different outcomes... A single destructive event encompassing a possible multiverse... or even omniverse and completely wiping it all out is highly unlikely simply by virtue of these internal variations-- [The large, white robot seems to have run out of steam (so to speak) finally, as he drags a hand down his face.]

No matter what is actually going on... How and why am I over two-thirds shorter than I ought to be? [That should just not be possible.]

Also... [There's a deep, slow vent.]

If anyone else is here and has seen... or, ah, heard Starscream... Please inform me.

[There were many others he'd like to ask for, but, presently, this seemed to be the most... important. At least personally and for the general safety of any possible others.]