CLOSED | Or open if you wanted to see Rodimus thrown around

[ancillary]

Who: Miranda and Rodimus with special guest star Dorito
Where: Outside Maccadam's
When: Vague hand gesture
What: The story of David and the Giant, Gofuckyourself
Warnings: Rodimus Trying

At some point navigating Cybertron became less a matter of guess work and more routine as she started mapping out the place on her own omni-tool - she had failed to trust anything direct from the network. At least not yet, anyway. So acclimatizing herself to the environment had inevitably required a lot of leg work with Maccadam's becoming her waypoint that she tended to double back towards eventually because it was familiar and stood out against the uniform chrome and unlit blockish buildings that towered over her.

It had been long day, and she had come to Maccadam's to test the leaves from one of the newer outcroppings of tubers. They had scanned as safe to consume with a structure not dissimilar from other plants, and she was itching for a cup of tea. Maccadam's had the equipment for her to experiment. Only she had stopped by the wide door large enough for the natives when she noticed green with a bioluminescent purple tint poking out of a crack between the door and the sidewalk. On any other planet this would have slipped her notice, but she was determined to map out the spontaneously evolving flora of the planet. Kneeling down she started scanning the foliage by the door - she figured what with such a small population the odds of someone being here this time of day were slim so she could work in relative peace.

Comments

[rodders]

There is an organic in his way. Rodimus is still getting used to the fact that this Cybertron has people under eight feet running around that are squishy and can be stepped on, but it doesn't mean he has to like it. Especially since this one is blocking his way to getting a drink.

"Hey," he says, arms crossed and impatient. "Stop blocking the entrance."

He's not big enough to completely step over the organic in his way but does he want to try. She's not doing anything-- it's a plant, she's looking at a plant, and Rodimus lets his head drop back in a groan. Today is not really shaping up to be his day.