Nexus. A couch little ways from the sign. Furniture vengeance

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Blackout finishes charging and unplugs herself from the sign, noting that the hole that Hormah made in it the other day is gone already without a trace.

Thinking of the hole reminds her of Ro-tor, which makes her chuckle as she remembers just how tanked nearly everyone at the Megastar was when they finished partaking of the gifts she'd brought them. Mega-octane had been oddly adorable as he cheerfully hummed to himself.

-Adorable.- She wanders away from the sign, absently kicking over a hot dog stand and shouldering aside a large Autobot on her way to a big couch she can see in the distance. As she goes she makes sure that Scorponok is happily doing something non-lethal, then lets her thoughts go to a certain black mech that she'd met a few weeks before.

-Yes, he is. But the dreams seem to have stopped. Probably just as well.-

Rumbling irritably, she settles onto the couch and leans back comfortably as she wishes, just a little bit.

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Skywarp glances away for a moment - though all his other sensors are still trained on her. "But why would someone want to show you that?" He sounds determined, puzzled, something like exasperated.

Which, to those few who know him well enough to pin the tone, means he's frustrated.

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Understanding lights her optics. "Wait, did you have one?"

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

The jet-former growls, quiet but strong. "Something is playing with processors and I'm going to find it."

His guns are still aimed to kill, but he's unlikely to try using them now. Not that the Nexus would allow it anyway...