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randomplaces2010-06-24 03:40 pm
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Nexus. Near the Park. New friendships and a blast from the past?
"Are you sure you're all right?" the little blond haired girl in his hand asked again. "You're shaking."
That, and his systems were still trying to calm down after the pure shock of finding that she had teleported back to the Nexus with him. The rest of her “friends” were hopefully still back in the very tourist-trappy suburb of Portland, Oregon where he had deposited them after the ‘Con chase. The ‘Cons had been a bit tricky to ward off, but luckily, back up had arrived before the poor, craven shuttle mechanic became Swiss cheese a la Decepticons or short-circuited from sheer fright. So much for a 'quiet, boring, and peaceful' patrol in the suburbs. Cowardliness: 1, Wisdom of Autobot High Command: 0.
But it had all worked out. He and the kids were still alive, and he brought them back to their parents before they could get too worried. They had been grateful enough, all things considering, but he had left before too long, hoping for a chance to sit and think by himself before reporting back in with Prime.
So you can imagine his fright at discovering that, not only had one of the kids caught up with him, but that she had hitched a ride with him back to the Nexus.
"Y-yes. P-perfectly f-fine," Random stammered as he continued walking through the Nexus. He currently had no idea what to do. He probably should return her back to her parents, but . . . There was just something holding him back.
That, and his systems were still trying to calm down after the pure shock of finding that she had teleported back to the Nexus with him. The rest of her “friends” were hopefully still back in the very tourist-trappy suburb of Portland, Oregon where he had deposited them after the ‘Con chase. The ‘Cons had been a bit tricky to ward off, but luckily, back up had arrived before the poor, craven shuttle mechanic became Swiss cheese a la Decepticons or short-circuited from sheer fright. So much for a 'quiet, boring, and peaceful' patrol in the suburbs. Cowardliness: 1, Wisdom of Autobot High Command: 0.
But it had all worked out. He and the kids were still alive, and he brought them back to their parents before they could get too worried. They had been grateful enough, all things considering, but he had left before too long, hoping for a chance to sit and think by himself before reporting back in with Prime.
So you can imagine his fright at discovering that, not only had one of the kids caught up with him, but that she had hitched a ride with him back to the Nexus.
"Y-yes. P-perfectly f-fine," Random stammered as he continued walking through the Nexus. He currently had no idea what to do. He probably should return her back to her parents, but . . . There was just something holding him back.
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>.<.;;; Why'd she have to bring him up?! He was trying to forget him.
Or at least of the processor-breaking information he had provided. Oi."Yes, it is," Random says when he has regained himself. "They didn't have them back in my reality. Do they have those in yours?"
"A PINpoint is a teleporter that works between realities," Random says looking around. "Closer to the Sign at least they have areas where you can pick them up. I don't see any around here . . ."
Rosemary chuckles quietly at Murphy's antics.
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Then she looks around as well, her delicate face screwed up in a frown.
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"There are Christmas elves here?" Rosemary asks at about the same. "I thought they all lived with Santa in the North Pole!"
Random raises his optic ridge in a confused expression. He had heard of "Christmas" from Hormah, but he had no idea what the rest of that was.
Not seeing any type of dispensers here immediately, he looks around for the Sign. "I think they'll be some over by the Sign if you'll follow me . . ."