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Who: Brainstorm, science nerds, anyone who wants to crash the party
Where: Brainstorm's workshop
When: ?!?!?1
What: Science nerds acting like 5 year olds and literal 5 year olds
Warnings: immense amount of immaturity?


It was always a damper on the enthusiasm to lose so much work, but Brainstorm was not easily discouraged. Sure, supplies were difficult to come by, especially for his particular vein of ideas, but he had settled in and set up a nice new workshop in their small 'village' of re-purposed buildings.

Really, it reminded him of home, and he would much rather be back on the Lost Light. He's never really been much of a Cybertron mech. Not really the homesick type at all.

Usually his chosen area of science was weaponry, either defensive or offensive or just for the hell of it, but there wasn't a huge market for that here. Or supplies. So instead, he had to work on priority items, like communication.

Brainstorm hadn't forgotten the beating he'd received when he showed up, so the invite to his workshop was extended to only a few significant individuals. And well, anyone they happened to tell.

At the moment, Brainstorm was putting a few finishing touches on the first few prototypes he's finished. The network arrays were already in place, though they didn't cover far in the city. They could work on expanding it later.

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[quantumechanic]

Nautica spent enough time in Brainstorm's workshop that she had her own chair. Brainstorm still used it as supplemental storage in her absence, of course, but he barely grumbled at all when she moved whatever he'd piled on it, so obviously he agreed it was hers. This time it was just a couple of datapads, and Nautica relocated them to a table before sitting down. Most of her work had been on the infrastructure and was now complete, at least for this phase of the project, so she simply propped her chin on a hand, watching Brainstorm make finicky adjustments to the handsets.

"I know it's not a pressing concern," she said, noting the scrapes on his finish and realizing hers must look so much worse, "but I would do some questionable things for a decent detailing shop around here."

What Nautica meant by 'questionable' more than likely didn't bear any relationship to what anyone else would have meant by it.