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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[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

Skywarp laughs humourlessly, moving to lean against the nearest wall as he watches. "You have no idea, do you?"

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Hormah ignores him till they've got Blackout situated and hooked to everything she needs to be hooked to and then put into deep stasis. Then she picks up the little Scorpicat and sets him on the rough berth beside her and turns back to the black 'Con with an idea. She's still thinking hasty thoughts; lashing out blindly in her anger and fright for her creator. And she wants this guy to go away.

"(I have plenty of ideas,)" she says in Minicon. "(But they're not the kind someone like you would ever care to hear.)"

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

Skywarp studies her. His Minicon isn't fluent: it's only recently that he started to study the language (for which there still aren't any programs out) and it's still hard for him to believe it's necessary.

But he doesn't need to understand what she's saying to find it interesting.

Strange-looking design, and she admitted coming from the couch... Two and two and two together, and he still doesn't like the picture. Perhaps he should try filling in some more details.

He folds his arms. "So, who was your other creator?"

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She switches back to Decepticon. "(He is Iceberg of the Minicon Adventure Team. And no, you suspicious $#@%$#%, he doesn't have anything to do with the slagging dreams. You're thinking too small.)"

Then she lets her head fall forward and cycles air deeply as she feels something touch her spark. //Ack! Sorry, sir. I feels ye. Thanks.//

Drawing strength from the offered comfort, she lifts her head again and fixes those sharp yellow optics on Skywarp.

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

"Too small?" He frowns. She does know! Skywarp unfolds his arms and straightens his stance. "What do you mean by that?"

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"Like I was fer sayin', I's got an idea where t' dreams is comin' from. 'N I knows why t' $%#@$% $#$@#$@# T$#%#@$@ couch tried killin' t' boss." She glances at her brother and then reaches into a compartment for more datachips. "(Here, Requiem. Get more brains.)"

"(Requiem?)" He stares at her, his hand halfway out to take the chips.

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

"It's your name," Skywarp says to him without looking around. He's still watching Hormah. "Explain it to me, then."

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"She slagged t' $%#@#%$# couch inta a crater t' other day," says the young femme as her brother takes the chips and retreats to the other side of the room to download them.

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

Plausible, but it's still a incredible coincidence. "I see. And what's your explanation for the dreams, exactly?"