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touchscreens2014-07-01 11:21 am
toughtalk) wrote in touchscreens2014-07-01 11:21 am
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[In light of being in this place a few weeks, Chromia’s started to learn the ways of the world. Meaning a.) she can’t go back home...bummer b.) time doesn’t work the same way here as it does back home...awesome and c.) you need physical contact to survive. Yeah, she’s not taking to that one as well as you might think.
Or rather, exactly as you think.
After the first whole get-together party, she’s pretty much either been getting out in the open to tear up some pavement or keeping herself in her room. Neither really have any sort of company attached, unfortunately, and it’s gotten her thinking that maybe she should...at least attempt to survive in this place. So when the feed clicks on, she’s seen in her room, sitting at the chair and table provided and twirling the room key around her finger idly.
She honestly could not look any more defeated than she does right now.]
So. Any of you like a good spar?
[Because that’s cute and cuddly, right?]
It only says physical contact, so I’m figuring if we’re poundin’ the shrapnel out of each other, it counts. Hugs don’t really do it for me, you know, and I--
[Whatever Chromia is about to say is cut off by the sound of a door opening and bright, cheerful voice.]
Chromia! [Nautica’s face appears on the screen over Chromia’s shoulder. Not just over, but resting on - as the other bot managed to squeeze herself in between the wheels on the other’s back. It’s physical contact time, and Nautica is largely unbothered by that part of their situation as a whole.] Oh, you’re using the network. Hello!
[A cheerful wave at the screen.]
[The bot in blue however, already has her hand over her face, fingers gripping the bridge of her nose.]
Of all the times….
We haven’t introduced ourselves properly, have we? I’m Nautica and this is Chromia - and, well, there’s an awful lot of Cybertronians here already.
Ignore her, she’s just compensating for spending all this time indoors by being social now. So--about that sparring...
[She’s going to have control over this, okay!]
Sparring for Chromia, but if anyone beyond uh, the giant red bot and the-- Prowl his name is Prowl want to learn four million years of history, I’m more than willing to teach you. I’ve got practice after helping Megatron with his classes on the Knights.
Or rather, exactly as you think.
After the first whole get-together party, she’s pretty much either been getting out in the open to tear up some pavement or keeping herself in her room. Neither really have any sort of company attached, unfortunately, and it’s gotten her thinking that maybe she should...at least attempt to survive in this place. So when the feed clicks on, she’s seen in her room, sitting at the chair and table provided and twirling the room key around her finger idly.
She honestly could not look any more defeated than she does right now.]
So. Any of you like a good spar?
[Because that’s cute and cuddly, right?]
It only says physical contact, so I’m figuring if we’re poundin’ the shrapnel out of each other, it counts. Hugs don’t really do it for me, you know, and I--
[Whatever Chromia is about to say is cut off by the sound of a door opening and bright, cheerful voice.]
Chromia! [Nautica’s face appears on the screen over Chromia’s shoulder. Not just over, but resting on - as the other bot managed to squeeze herself in between the wheels on the other’s back. It’s physical contact time, and Nautica is largely unbothered by that part of their situation as a whole.] Oh, you’re using the network. Hello!
[A cheerful wave at the screen.]
[The bot in blue however, already has her hand over her face, fingers gripping the bridge of her nose.]
Of all the times….
We haven’t introduced ourselves properly, have we? I’m Nautica and this is Chromia - and, well, there’s an awful lot of Cybertronians here already.
Ignore her, she’s just compensating for spending all this time indoors by being social now. So--about that sparring...
[She’s going to have control over this, okay!]
Sparring for Chromia, but if anyone beyond uh, the giant red bot and the-- Prowl his name is Prowl want to learn four million years of history, I’m more than willing to teach you. I’ve got practice after helping Megatron with his classes on the Knights.