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[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.]

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Well, I've been here since April, and as far as I've been able to tell, all Lord Deior expects is that we don't harm each other, damage the Keep, and maintain our records--that's this journal here that we're using.

[She shrugged once and pursed her lips together in a firm line. Unfortunately, Bryn didn't know much more about Lord Deior's wishes beyond that.]

And...we all have those markings. They're tattoos on those of us with skin. Each guest has one but I don't know what they do. What they're for.

[Bryn briefly pulled the neckline of her chemise to the side to show a ring over her heart.]

You see, they're in different locations on everyone as well.

... And of those expectations aren't upheld?

[While those are simple edicts, indeed, Jetfire isn't naïve enough to think all present are peaceful and accepting of the situation, and also not in possession of something to make their displeasure noticed. This means there must be ways for this Lord Deior to... control them, or another means of making upsetting things undesireable for those here.]

[When Bryn explained the markings, Jetfire nodded with a frown.]

I see. It seems arbitrary to not explain this thing when quite a few other things are. In any case... Thank you.

You're quite welcome.

But...you should know if the expectations aren't upheld, there are...repercussions.

People who have damaged the keep or hurt each other are punished. Physically. So far we have had a trial by combat, people put in the stocks and lashed, beaten, and...and one man was put in a sort of torture device for half a day.

[She swallows, looking extremely uncomfortable.]

And if you don't update your record often enough the words come off of the pages and onto you and...well, I don't know what happens if you don't fix it by using your record, if the words remain, but I don't want to know from experience either.

... What? [It's not so much a growl as a static-filled snap as Jetfire stared, optics overly-bright. His expression soon narrowed down and flattened out, disapproval washing away the earlier incredulity.]

I see. How's that even--- [Jetfire sighed and dragged a hand down over his faceplates, the hand pausing to cover the lower half of his face as he frowned.] I suppose protesting such punishments would engender another punishment... for the one who protested?

[Jetfire was now rather disturbed; this wasn't something he'd ever had to deal with since leaving the Decepticons, as Megatron, as Starscream was fond of mentioning, conditioned, punished and even rewarded with pain in various ways and contexts.

It had been one of the reasons he'd left. Not the most overbearing or anything, but one of them.]

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There is...there are these headsman. Well there's one but he appears to be able to be in several places at once. Thus far, no one has been able to get past him to prevent the punishments. Those who have held arms against him I believe have...found the headsman fights back.

Protesting verbally does nothing, but it isn't punished either. These are the rules of Lord Deior's Keep.

[And for a group such as them, with so many talents and abilities, he has the power to see his rules and punishments are followed through to the letter.]

I... ah. Well. Thank you for explaining things. I appreciate it. [Jetfire shook his helm and looked away. Now, question was, would he really want certain people to end up here, the way they'd want to be... proactive about challenging things? Probably in the wrong way?]

[War was one thing... but torture?]

They can counter whatever is used against them, then? So it doesn't matter what is used?

So far as I've seen. There have only been a few occasions in which someone has attempted to get past the headsman, so attempts and techniques have not been exhaustive...

[She pauses, and then sighs, shaking her head.]

I simply don't know what might work. It would have to take something extraordinary, I imagine.

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