THE BUMBLEBEE.

[ ... ] take flight.

[beechrs]

independent & private writing blog for the detective comics character karen beecher / BUMBLEBEE, written as an original character. flexible for multiple verses. iconless & low activity. psd by creationcolors. written by octavia (21+). inspired by nichelle nichols & buzzing with the themes of science with a heart, an optimist by choice, the beautiful brawler, a refusal to shrink oneself, and being bilingual in technobabble. CARRD. A-TRAIN. FALLOUT OC.

[beechrs]

piltover let everything fall through the cracks. their ranks close tight to keep fresh water, fresh air, life itself far away from the depths of the undercity. even moonlight only peeks through metal on accident. the plants in her laboratory survived in spite of deprivation, carried out of her parent's home to the heights of success.

karen's undercity irises now sit proudly in piltover's light without shrinking to match the daisies. their blooms flourish in warm gold & orange, with the violet of shimmer bleeding through. pollen sparkles like the lower water supply & karen's skin: zaun still marks her with an amber hue against the academy's cold hextech blue.

enforcers would mistake karen for a bumblebee in the distance as she soars into vision, stinging their hands raised against young children of zaun. new harmonies overtake the subtle buzzing of metal in motion: scraping footsteps & the impact of bone against the ground. it's easy to miss with senses blinded by a sun she hadn't lived in for most her life. her body swerves around @f1sts & a falling, unconscious attacker.

You finally decided to show up?

karen's footsteps are silent when she touches down, compared to the loud thud of a body hitting the ground. "you called last minute, honey." she removes an altered & bug-eyed enforcer mask to let laughter ring, "and i had to finish pourin' tea with piltover's finest!"

her skin is tanned deeper from the time above ground but gears in her mind still spin to the undercity's rhythm. shimmer dusts her exposed back like fairy dust falling from her wings. their glass refracts gold & chrome with all the sharp edges of home, contrast to the more delicate smile she offers the other. "c'mon, we should keep it movin'. somebody's gonna come lookin' for the noise one of us made."

[beechrs]

only honeybees keep a neat hive. instead, clusters of disarray fill the basement of a shuttered radioshack. a careful eye can find the method behind the madness: finished projects sit separate from works in progress, far from her dented & burned punching dummy. her suit is draped over a muted newsfeed that praises the status quo for its exploitative, destructive nature.

idle buzzing replaces the droning on of talking heads advocating for the proposed police training facility. vought could protect & serve suburbia from militarized beacons of control, with detroit as ground zero. gold body armor barely obscures a fresh headline over one of their cop cities destroyed just outside the city limits. her community's thanks sits on the table cooling, within the savory aromatics of beef patties.

the only minimalist screen is an encrypted chat log: a board cleared of any cache or breadcrumbs of resistance. analog spy cryptography orbits karen in a notated solar system on the floor, lifted out of postwar redaction. she scribbles one last note of translation before overhead lighting flickers from footsteps arriving above ground. apprehension cuts her natural ambience short before she can sense familiarity, even before a voice rumbles into the room.

If only you knew what I just dealt with.

karen leaves the circle of data to call off the robotic hive preparing to swarm. "do i wanna know?" she concedes violence is always the ghost in the machine: ever-present, essential, silent. but newsfeeds parroting the status quo rarely ever caught the explosive, bloody landscape around @supekillaz. "the better question might be whether you were followed . . . "

an eyebrow raises at the bit of shrapnel glittering off marvin's collar, but her smile brightens with new energy to imagine the scenario. "it's gotta be like herdin' cats. but you a better one than me," she admits with all the unspoken distaste for the team's style. it sits on the surface with what's left of a flash drive in his hands. there's no surprise or even irritation in her eyes, just careful attention to make sure it was intact. enough metal is left to sit in her computer & upload a watermarked blueprint: downloaded, copied, encrypted.

"my birthday's in july, you're early." a dry remark is overtaken by the buzzing of a woman deep in thought. she scrolls through, skimming schematics before frowning up at marvin. "and you know this is hardware, right? i'm not complaining . . . I just thought y'all needed another skeleton key."

[kaisources]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓆩❤︎𓆪˚.⋆ : I WANT THAT FAIRYTALE . . . a collection of rom-com roleplay sentence starters romance comedies from NUMEROUS FILMS, genre: romance, slice-of-life, comedy, love, fake relationship.

If only you knew what I just dealt with.

A woman never reveals her age.

I wanna write about things that matter, like politics and the environment and foreign affairs, things I'm interested in.

Keep busting your butt. You're gonna get there.

Hey, I got something to cheer you up.

What happens tomorrow night?

You know what I like.

What are you reading, you catching up on your current events?

You know, if you wanna try those out sometime, we should get together.

You finally decided to show up?

Good morning, sunshine.

I'm going back to bed. I have no reason to live.

I'm not gonna let you lose your job on top of everything else.

Where were you?

Oh, this is a good day. This is a good day.

Precious gems aren't exactly my forte.

It's gonna be my pitch, my account, my campaign. This is my baby.

I don't really wanna talk about it, okay?

Why does this always happen to me?

Seriously, I am mystified because it always starts out so well.

You cried? You mean like one glistening tear on your cheek, right?

It was how I felt. I wanted to express myself.

That is both incredibly disgusting and categorically untrue.

Well, I've been working on something that's, kind of, different.

I'm sorry, I wasn't feeling very well.

I can't use my personal life for a story.

I'll keep a diary of it and it will be sort of a dating how-to in reverse.

What are you working on now?

You are never going to pull this off.

You're not gonna burn the apartment down or bite [him/her/them] or anything, are you?

I'm gonna limit myself to doing everything people do wrong in relationships.

What's wrong with that?

What are you doing here? You weren't invited?

Status is the reason to buy diamonds in the first place.

I respect women, all right? And I also listen to women.

I'd like to see you prove that.

Do you think you can make someone fall in love with you by then?

After I win this bet, this pitch is mine.

I was just wondering if you find…

If you'll excuse me, I have a bet to win.

Now do you wanna tell me what's going on?

I'll meet you at the door.

I'm gonna check this one out and see if [he/she/they] the keeper.

I'm doing this for you.

It's not gonna look goofy on me.

You ready to go for a ride, [name]?

What do I think? About the food or you?

Yeah, you can answer some questions for me, actually.

What do you do for a living?

So you think you got me all figured out?

I still got one last question.

Can I get you a cold beer?

Oh, you are such a hussy. You can't hide those lying eyes.

I can practice some self-control, unlike some people I know.

A diamond is a long-term commitment.

Hey, hey, let's not go too fast, okay?

I want you to respect me. And I want your respect.

Oh, you are already falling in love with me.

I'm taking my time. It's a marathon, not a sprint.

Do you have an ethical problem with rifling through someone's purse?

Oh, what have we here?

Listen, I had a wonderful time last night.

Denying your subconscious desires is extremely dangerous to your health.

Does that psychobabble really work on anybody?

Well, you know what, I miss you, too.

Why don't we catch a movie or something?

What if something had happened to you?

So I suppose your mind is a complete blank?

You are my family. You're all I've got.

I'm sitting here thinking about how damn beautiful you are.

Maybe we should get you to a hospital.

That's feeling real nice. It's starting to feel a little better.

I hope you brought your appetite. We've got a feast tonight.

Go ahead and pour yourself a glass of wine.

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht.

You have to take it away before I gag.

Do I look like the kind of person who knows the score of a game?

No, no, no, no, no, no! Wait, wait. You're kidding me, right?

Can I see you tomorrow?

Look what I got for us. Look at that. Come on. Come on.

You should try it on, otherwise you don't know if it's gonna fit.

I was just gonna save it for a special occasion.

I've been trying to get a hold of you.

You know what? I'm sorry. No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that.

Please show them to me. I really do wanna see them.

It's the most powerful thing I've ever seen.

I'm telling you, this calls for drastic measures.

Look, I have to think of something before tomorrow.

I think you know what I'm suggesting.

You're not mad, are you, [name]?

Look, this is getting really creepy, all right?

You're acting completely insane. You know that?

I don't know if I can be with somebody who doesn't like animals and thinks I'm a mental person.

Listen, can you forgive me? I don't know what I was thinking.

I am way out of line, [name]. Can you give me another chance?

Haven't you had enough?

Hey, look, I'm willing to do anything.

What do you think about couples therapy?

I love you, [name], but I don't have to like you right now.

If you're really gonna commit to this, you're gonna have to open up.

Is that too soon to be seeing a therapist?

You have a problem.

Look, look, wait a minute. The one night that we even thought about getting close to having sex, [he/she/they] decides they are gonna name my private parts!

Methinks thou doth protesteth too much.

What the hell was that?

I'm not a rage-aholic!

Come here. I've seen this before, and I've seen it many times.

You've got more than enough personalities to keep me completely occupied.

How do you think that makes me feel?

I'm not ashamed of you.

Hey, you wanna talk to the whole family, you can talk to the whole family.

What did [he/she/they] say? I didn't quite hear.

Hello? Hello, where is everybody? Hey!

You heard me. I said bullshit.

I'm your daddy, now.

Everything all right? Is this okay?

I love everything about this house. The noise, the smells.

That's it. You're scaring me.

I want you to come with me. As my partner.

Won't tomorrow be the tenth day we've been seeing each other?

I don't see you at a party for ages.

I'm not in love.

I mean, I've only known [her/him/them] for 10 days. I… You can't… I can't be…

Why don't you come up here and sing your song?

You probably think this song is about you, you're so vain.

Tone-deaf and drunk is not a good combination.

You fooled me to win a bet and you should feel ashamed!

Well, do we want everybody to know your lovemaking is lame?

I really think you have to get over that.

Come on. You're so vain!

This is the worst thing I've ever heard.

You used me to get ahead in your work...you arrogant, backstabbing jerk!

Congratulations. You did it. You just lost [him/her/them].

You can't lose something you never had.

If I could do it over again, I'd do some things differently, you know.

You're doing the right thing.

Are you trying to get yourself killed?

I think you're running away.

Why don't you save your mind games for your next bet, okay?

[beechrs]

this woman (bumblebee) has 87 wives!!!! (the titans + birds of prey)

[beechrs]

bialya is a government of the people ⎯ much like america's. a land of fabled opportunity & grotesque displays of wealth. the ruling despot hardly tries to disguise their selfishness with any veneer of humanity anymore. the creation of new weaponry is flaunted to any country wishing to limit dissent. so detroit's police department was all too happy to sign a contract for weapons from another government of the people. of course the armory is nested in the center of power in the state, with the palace compound as a gaudy parasite hoarding power.

karen's buzz went irregular the second they entered the armory under moonlight, lacking its usual steadiness. the stealth variant of her suit took on the anxious ripple of a true bee to prepare for danger on all sides. but the best defense is a good offense, she thinks to herself. then the defensive rhythm becomes a shrill ringing that pierces her eardrums: signs of an unfriendly psychic.

it's a clear difference from a stress headache, or the toll that lack of sleep would take on her body. queen bee's command to kneel can't pierce through karen's mind: no amplifier could change bumblebee's biological advantage. but they both know that by now. instead, the command presses onto her mind with enough pressure to bleed through her nose. her feet are planted, then stumbling in refusal to move. it deafens her to virgil all but cursing the despot's name when he offers himself in her place.

[ captured ] static offers to be taken captive in place of bee

pain still clouds her vision enough to hide queen bee's genuine smile at bumblebee's horrified cry tearing through her vocal cords. "don't do this ⎯ " pleading with him through the stinging over her brain. it's worse to feel her attempts weaken: a sign of honestly considering the offer. or just loving the idea of bumblebee finally begging at her heel for the man she loved, forgetting the city for a moment.

she can't hear the queen's snide remarks as overflowing, unrestrained energy shorts the circuits in her visor. even virgil fades into the ringing in her ears. glass cracks to reveal the closest thing karen's ever felt to murder glowing in her eyes. her body moves outside of her now: the anatomical model of blinding rage.

heaviness in her limbs falls to the side like training weights. flight speed surges her towards queen bee in a beaming tackle. she knows a psychic's draw might be faster. but the last of her strength & adrenaline is enough to push a national leader to the ground at a concussive speed. leverage for punches that punctuate each word in spite of the psychic commands for her to stop, racking her body with angry & pained growls, "don't you fuckin' touch him ⎯ " she focuses on the skin around her knuckles breaking under the brass, to the point that her body fights on autopilot after the pain blocks out all her senses.

[beechrs]

felt heartbroken to tell the girls I dont wanna club bc I need to save gas money and everyone sent pics of them in their beds.....yeah

[beechrs]

the bullets are usually the height of her body, with a few millimeters' difference. glocks are an easy dodge compared to the stray wild card. her flight pattern zigs & zags with her body spinning to the side. metal gracefully misses the edge of her wings as the shots become wilder from confusion, fear from her sudden shrinking. bumblebee still stares down the barrel of the gun with a tap to her temple. narrowing her vision towards the man's faces confirms her command with keyed & coded precision. at their queen's somatic commands, the swarm of robotic bees gleefully chirp at a sonic frequency high enough to disorient. a full sting from bumblebee is enough to electrocute & send the gunman flying back into the wall.

she slows to a hover, intending to check his pulse. plenty of time to miss the racking of another gun behind her. the shotgun spread is always the hardest to dodge with impossible spaces at close distance. its heavier ammo would tear through her wings & body. she turns just as the trigger pulls with combustion cracking inside the gun like thunder. energy cocoons around her buzzing body to buffer the pain & start to fly: biological acceptance that anything at any size is about to hurt.

[ shot ] thor takes a bullet meant for bumblebee

the incoming storm from @othunderous descends with a crisp, metallic earthy aroma that's comforting before she anticipates being surrounded by cold metal. instinct senses the air between her & the gun charge to the point of shocking before a familiar body takes the space. it lets a sharp cry of expected horror out past her hands in a prayer gesture over her mouth, enough surprise to shift her body back to her usual height.

bumblebee's hover still leaves behind a sustained trail of energy that bursts around her fists, nearly burning the shooter's face in response. night & day to the softer worry fueling her search for bullet wounds in vain: an impulse just as warm as her hands.

"were those explosive rounds?" she asks with little attention towards the unchanged ageless electric signature of the god of thunder. it's rare for any gesture to rattle her, forcing karen to take a step back & allow help. the visor goes transparent with her shocked laughter mixed with half-hearted irritation, "thor, you could've gotten hurt! or ... i dunno, somethin' like that! i thought you were on the other side of the building, you can't just ⎯ are you okay?"

still searching for any signs of harm, against logic & her senses knowing otherwise. but the ritual that calms her enough to sigh, "thank you, blondie. but if you're gonna be my guardian angel, you gotta stay alive to do it."

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR THE DRAMATIC SACRIFICE *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

go! i'll be fine! just go!

it's too late for me!

we'll find another way to do this!

you'd better get out of here!

i'll come back for you. i promise.

one of us has to survive this.

i'm not leaving you here!

no, no, no! not like this!

leave me here. it's all right.

go! live another day!

i'll carry you! get up!

there has to be another way!

i'm the only one that can do this.

do me a favor, will you? tell [name] i love them.

i'll only slow you down.

this isn't funny. wake up. please.

it's no use. i have to stay here.

listen to me! this is your last chance!

i always loved you.

get up! please get up!

i'll find another way!

i love you! please! don't go!

i can't lose you!

this is it, then.

i'll hold them off!

it was supposed to be me.

i'm going back for it!

keep running! i'll catch up!

if you stay, you'll die. do you understand?

no! i'm not leaving you here!

i'm not letting you die!

please wake up. please.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ shot ] sender takes a bullet meant for receiver

[ punch ] sender takes a punch meant for receiver

[ arrow ] sender takes an arrow meant for receiver

[ sword ] sender takes an attack with a sword meant for receiver

[ poison ] sender drinks a poisoned drink meant for receiver

[ magic ] sender takes a spell meant for receiver

[ push ] sender pushes receiver to safety, sacrificing themselves

[ stay ] sender stays behind to fight the enemy, allowing receiver to escape

[ injured ] sender is too hurt to flee, so receiver is forced to leave them and keep moving in order to survive

[ replacement ] sender offers to be killed in place of receiver

[ captured ] sender offers to be taken captive in place of receiver

[ realization ] the battle is over, and right as sender and receiver begin their celebration, they realize sender is mortally wounded

[ door ] a trap doors is about to close. sender shoves receiver to safety in the nick of time before the door shuts forever

[ game ] during a high-stakes game, sender loses on purpose in order to let receiver win

[beechrs]

exhaustion strips away all the noise of working machinery. it even dims the radiating pulse usually absorbed by her suit. her buzz fades into the active hum of the generator, the air conditioning. even the sleeping bee drones inside of her suit pocket. ever present bruises hide just as well under the cover of darkness & their thin blanket. karen's muscles ache from flying but she considers the stinging as a badge of honor: always reminding her that there's an unfinished project.

her mental replay of the night is interrupted when @bloodbenda shifts on her own side of the mattress. she stretches the entire length of her body & energy bubbles faintly around her fingertips in response. but karen tries to keep it repressed for marie's sake. working with another person is a new sensation: no other names on her patents & no co-pilots on the flight of the bumblebee.

but in her mind, she's still flying high & captivated by marie's command of cells down to their essence. her constant choice of good tugs at the well of optimism at karen's core. all the musings quieted as she watched marie. with none of the scientist's appraisal or judgement, only wonder at her boundless strength to care. without her glasses, karen takes a moment to realize they've locked eyes.

"my bad, i ain't mean to stare." exhaustion even blocks out the usual self-consciousness she'd feel in the moment. the satin pillowcase is cold against karen's constant warmth, even as she fidgets with the fabric. "got a bad habit of thinkin' with my head in the clouds sometimes," karen yawns & nestles deeper into the pillow.

[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ THE 𝐒TAGES OF 𝐈NTIMACY.   a collection of various action prompts centered around the varying stages of intimacy.  feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with this post if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts for non-con scenarios.  )

SETTINGS.

[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.

[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.

[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".

[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.

[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.

[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.

[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.

[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.

[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.

NEW TERRITORY.

[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.

[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.

[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.

[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.

[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.

[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.

[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.

[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.

[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.

[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.

HEATING UP.

[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.

[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.

[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.

[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.

[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.

[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.

[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.

[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.

[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.

[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.

[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.

UNRAVELING.

[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.

[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.

[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.

[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.

[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.

[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.

[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.

[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.

[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.

[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.

[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.

[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.

[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.

COMING DOWN.

[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.

[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.

[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.

[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.

[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.

[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.

[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.

[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.

[52.] the reluctant moment of untangling.

[no1rwebs]

Her yawn is contagious and he finds himself biting his lip from behind his monochrome mask in an effort to avoid yawning in turn. They look like polar opposites, with her vibrant gold and his dully grey. Despite their visual differences they share similar goals, wanting to keep their home safe from super powered threats. "I have extensive experience in multitasking," he jokes with a light chuckle.

He fiddles with a loose string on his coat sleeve as he speaks with her. He's tempted to just rip it off but logically he knows that doing so will just make it unravel more. Her excitement proves just as contagious as her excitement. His voice rises an octave, resonating with anticipation as he urges, "yes, please show me."

[beechrs]

"but multitasking's easier if you're focused," countering his insistence for concern with a playful tap on his chin. years of exhausted, masked flights made her confident despite present fatigue. it couldn't chip away at the determination to put boxer's callouses to work for the good of protecting people. or the shine in her grin as she stood to lean over the table, grabbing a set of gold-tinged brass knuckles.

their metal was dull with a faint honeycomb pattern rolling over: even her circuitry held the aesthetic. "to direct energy for the big stuff, i've always used amplifiers." she ignored the adjusting shock as she slipped them on. "my first set were huge. cute cutting edge for its time but analog tech." pride sent a second wave of energy through her to power the brass knuckles just enough for a radiating amber glow.

karen fell into her usual stance to shadow box the air & each glow pulsed a release of energy that warbled softly. she floated like a butterfly, mimicking a more powerful sting than before. settling out of footwork let the metal dim but a thin trail of smoke escaped from her left hand. she shook the brass knuckles off onto the table away from him as she sighed, "these are powered just by my passive output. assumin' the nitinol alloy holds, i can fly harder, faster, longer. finally stop wastin' time on maintenance."

"cool, right?"

[beechrs]

my favorite thing abt bumblebee is that outside the titans: she's essentially a technology-based criminal of corporate espionage. it makes her fit so well into neo-gotham ngl. I've decided my absolute verse is her being fired from / at odds with s.t.a.r. labs for their research taking a darker turn. she would have never joined the titans so bumblebee isn't known publicly until s.t.a.r. and the government make her public enemy number one. bee without a hive.

I recently remembered my deep fondness for s.h.i.e.l.d. as that human anchor of the universe so yeah i think bee as a former agency contractor kinda eats...like how bruce popped in for the 2012 a.vengers movie

[beechrs]

steam billows off the mugs proclaiming krakoa was for lovers. their glow in the dark text flickers in the candlelight like a fireside story. it adds to the faint image of the island in karen's mind, made vivid & flowery through @spectracle. nostalgia is made melodic to the point of being infectious from alison's voice. she listens intently while curling blonde hair around her finger, out of the other's face.

"sounds like somebody's done with vocal rest," teased with a bright smile. and it sends those illuminating sparks into her chest all over again to hear the little lifts of excitement. karen takes the ceramic stained by the other's lipstick, sipping on honey chamomile in the same place.

' it looks like someone wants to talk to you. all day and night, every day. for the rest of our lives and as long as we can help it. '

the tea warms her hands but alison's words go straight to her heart. blush rises at the acceptance of her rambling & wish to hear more for the rest of their lives. karen puts the mug down with a soft click to hold her hands, intertwining their fingers. "we'll be in old rocking chairs ... maybe in a new krakoa with a dazzler residency. you make forever sound so cute, ali."

[beechrs]

karen's laughter can be heard in the middle of a crowd, circling her with an excited buzz. the darling of s.t.a.r. labs rarely shows outside of business: apparently, three patents weren't enough. she all but floats towards different individuals with their questions. each answer relaxes scientific jargon with honeyed delivery.

the academic's afterparty is far from her ideal place for research: overindulgences of those who bought their peer-reviewed status. yet the scientific minds of the east coast still hover on karen's every word. the attention hardly even flutters against her skin. an unwelcome touch on her hand is met with a sharp sting, like static from clothing. so different from the electric rush she feels before seeing @coolreborn. virgil waves & her ambient buzz almost raises above the conversation.

amber sparks in her eyes subtly with a smiling goodbye to a court fit for a queen. she's beaming through the crowd, leaving behind the lofty academia for cozy safety in his arms. "you made it!" excitement bursts out in soft laughter. "i saw you during the panel, they ambushed me before i could get to you afterwards." with quick kisses on his cheek then his lips. she leans into his touch against her back, exposed from the dress. her thumb rolls over his jaw to gently tilt his head down to her. "you here to rescue me?"

[ WAVE. ] SENDER waves at RECEIVER.

[eizagonzalezs]

Michaela Stirling 4.05

[beechrs]

bumblebee created a hive lab with many functions. science belongs on one end with papers scattered, suit schematics flickering in the holographic interface. the desk is a mess of her projects barely separated from others, favors taken on for friends like @psionicburst.

on the other side: sparks drip off karen's fists & fade around the speed punching bag. it picks up momentum to the point of buzzing in harmony with her, hovering with wings of pure energy. stream of consciousness still lies unfinished on the whiteboard. the method to the madness was weaker on this end of the lab, but every strike directed the chaos towards something. it kept her body from overloading & her worries crackle around her hands instead of consuming her.

' i keep my anxiety bottled up, where it belongs. '

adrenaline still sparkles in her eyes as she gently pulls susan towards the full, heavy punching bag. "sounds like you could use a little release. if i keep mine in too long, i start shorting my circuitry," karen pants with a nod towards the suit lying on the table. "when's the last time you just got into your body?"