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(from Transformers Animated: Allspark Almanac II)
@deceitfulcharmer may require your services. "I swear, you seem familiar from somewhere." After a second of pretending to be thinking, the dark purple mech chuckled. "I'm only kidding. Truly an honor to stumble across you in person."
Starter for @shockb00b
There was a unique level of the pit that Saddleback could only assume was reserved for people who never filed paperwork on time and people who felt the need for their reports to be absolutely perfect. It was awful, it was time-consuming, and...it was apparently her level of the pit. The Intel Offices never officially closed, but there was certainly the off-time, and most of the department was dark and empty save for janitorial mini-cons. And her.
Her, waiting, well after she was scheduled to leave.
Of course, when you start procrastinating, why stop a good thing? “C’mon, give me something interesting.” She muttered to herself, cycling through comm frequencies at random as her report sat to the side, pointedly not getting finished and submitted.
The program was random- select calls outgoing the Fortress Maximus and listen in, a useful thing when you had to pick up on info. As it was, seemed everybody was having a boring night- a few calls to habmates to say bots would be home late, someone was calling a comm-charge line (she resisted the urge to speak up and say that was a company line being used), lots of simple data uploads, business as usual and-
“Oooh. Juicy.” Grinning lazily as the encrypted commline came up, and she straightened and started to hack in. If somebody in the building was using encryption it was either going to be business or pleasure, and either way, it was going to be more interesting than staring at a very dull, very unfinished report. “Lets see what you’re up to...”
LARGE ORGANICS
Tell me what you think my muse is afraid of and they’ll rate it 1-10 based on how uncomfortable it makes them.
The Femme’s eyes shoot open, surprised by the very idea.
“H-how big do they get?? The humans I saw hardly grew beyond 6 feet! The animals….they must be larger than humans….I hate this planet…”
She gives it an 8. Maybe 9. Some bots weren’t made for earth.
@blxrredracer may require your services. "Say, what's a good looking bot like you doing in a place like this~?"
💜 (if it's still going on) ~ Shockb00b mun
Saddleback comes out of recharge grinning, optics shuttered tight and sensors dulled in pleasant contentment. It’s that rare kind of wakeup where you’re ready for it, even before your alarm pings or anything needs your attention. Triumph is the mood of the morning, still happily groggy.
I got the boss into berth! Her memory reminds her, grin only widening. There’s warmth against her, under her arm, draped over her, another frame- Longarm, she knows already, squirming to ease the ache out of her joints and snuggle in closer.
She’s so wrapped up in comfort that she’s slow to realize a few things, that come to her one at a time.
Longarm is small, and while he’s stocky, he’s no larger than her. So why is the body on her berth stretched out to take up the whole thing?
Her optics crack open.
Longarm is grey and blue, gorgeous subdued colors, perfect for an intelbot. That is...an expanse of purple and black.
She stifles the sudden urge to scream.
Longarm has cute servos with chubby fingers. She’d never admit out loud how cute they are but who hasn’t looked at the Prime’s servos once or twice? The arms (massive, too-long even for the huge frame, draped and looped over her and himsef and the berth and my god it’s like sitting amidst a huge pile of cabling where is all that limb STORED) terminate into heavy, wicked claws.
She’s snuggled up to what is undoubtedly and utterly a Decepticon. A Decepticon still in recharge. Freezing, Saddleback goes over her options...maybe this is some kind of weird fantasy dream? Wouldn’t be the first time she’s dreamt of something like this. Probably not a dream, though, faceplates flushing as she realizes a dream would involve less build-up. She could struggle, untangle herself from looped, noodly limbs and escape, hopefully do so without waking it- but if it woke up and she was this close, she’d be doomed...the blaster in her hip is still there, loaded and ready. She could take a shot, if she could just get into her hipplates, pick a vulnerable point and fire.
She looks up, warily, at the shaded helm, the antlers curving wickedly upwards.
Of course, if she does anything, and it wakes...
...she’s dead.
Keeping her visor opaque, she does the only option she knows will get her out of this, freely. She forces her frame to relax, her ventilations to go from hasty stutters to slow, deep rushes of air...and she feigns continued sleep, even nuzzling in a bit for good measure. Hey, at least it’s warm and heavy.
It must have been Longarm. Maybe when it wakes up, realizes it’s mistake, it’ll become him again, and she’ll pretend she’s waking up after. She can survive this.
Triumphant morning cancelled.
"Stop squirming!"
“No! Thank! You!” Punctuating each word with an attempted kick. Squirming might not have been helping, but it was better than, what, laying still? Waiting? At the very least she could test exactly how much the restraints might take. “Let me up and maybe I’ll sit nicely?”
The dark
Tell me what you think my muse is afraid of and they’ll rate it 1-10 based on how uncomfortable it makes them.
Firewall thinks for a moment, then gives a gentle shrug.
“A 5, I assume. The dark can certainly hide unknown dangers, but I am typically able to light my way easily.”