[Wow, somebody is panicked and... wait, why's whoever this is waking up in the Junk Pile? Cliffjumper's optics narrow automatically, but that genuine panic still makes him reply.]

Suppose it depends on what timekeepin' we're goin' by. It was 2008 back on the Earth in my reality when I left it, ain't got a clue when this Cybertron was created, so dunno what year it's here... An' I don't think we actually had sorted out the years an' slag back on the Cybertron in my reality.

[A shrug and Cliffjumper scowls.]

An' you're on a Cybertron. In another reality than your own. Confusin' and sucks slag, but I'm more wonderin' why the slag you've woken up in the Junk Pile instead of a temple like the rest of us.

[But either whoever-this-is won't have a clue, or he's probably going to lie. Because why would he tell if he knew but is playing on being confusion?]

You should be able to see some of 'em, at least a bit, in the distance? You've got some on some mountains to the north for example.

[There's a slight grin as Cliffjumper points upwards.]

Look up. Ya see that thing in the sky? It's some kinda time-space anomaly... whatever. It's kinda yankin' us from our own realities to here.

So. Who're you?

[Rude much?]

[Okay, so he might... have heard of this guy. And he's definitely seen him on Earth in the negative polarity 'verse. Cliffjumper grimaces and shrugs.]

Cliffjumper.

And yeah, I know. Shouldn't be, but it seems these kinda space-time anomalies are kinda normal.

[Unless you just walk into an interdimensional transwarp portal. That works too.]

Before I ended up here I was on a version of Cybertron where they had this whole slaggin' bureucracy around anyone who came from another reality! Ain't sure if this is better or worse.

[Lack of Shockwave being in charge and secretly pulling people through and doing experiments = good. All this lack of... everything = less good.]

... Every one but you?

[Cliffjumper just gives Tailgate a confused stare and helm-tilt.]

Don't think this is particularly normal, 'cause I only know two or three others 'sides myself who's been dimension hoppin' before we came here. Everyone else are straight from where they belong.

An' not a clue. Last reality I was in had interdimensional spacebridges all set up, you just needed to know the... number or designation or whatever of the dimension you wanted to go to, but here?

Even if someone knew or had the knowledge how, we ain't go slag.

Suppose so, but if ya want some reassurance, I certainly didn't take it well when I had my first dimension hop...

[Cliffjumper pauses and considers what to actually mention... Oh, of course.]

Rodimus had a mustache.

[He grins and shrugs. There, simple and without need to explain everything.]

Yeah. It looked ridiculous. Went all around like this...

[Cliffjumper sort of circles his mouth down to his chinguard with a finger.]

Black, too, but I suppose that fits, since he was purple an' black instead of red an' orange and yellow and slag.

He claimed it made him look distinguished.

[Cliffjumper's trying hard not to snicker, and more or less failing. Not that Rodimus hadn't obviously been somewhat self-critical about it, but that wasn't important here. What was important was to in some small way distract Tailgate and hopefully make him more at ease.]

Wouldn't disagree with ya there, 'cause he certainly did. Surprised the slag outta me when I first saw it, since I wondered where he'd gotten the new paintjob an a mustache between the short time it'd taken me to go through a slaggin' portal on Earth and end up on what I thought was my Cybertron.

Skippin' dimensions ain't all that much fun, but at least no one's shootin' at you.

[Yet. It might happen, after all, for a lot of reasons. Cliffjumper does wonder what being Glyphless would mean for anything sentient... It's enough to make you twitchy.]