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Who: soundwave + you
Where: around...
When: now-ish
What: soundwave arriving late without starbux
Warnings: bad decisions and typos


a: do robots dream of nitrodeers

[ this isn't the first ruined city he's encountered in his long lifespan. a revolution doesn't happen without impact and damage after all - though that is slightly dated now with the new ideologies in place. soundwave can count the number of times that he's been deployed to desolated planets. keeps a good record of it in fact. comes handy when you have to remember the reasons why you go into war, and have to count and weigh the victories and loses. it's an easy habit and he adds this in the list. though this isn't quite like anything he's seen before; from the burst of life -mechanimal that appears to come from another lifetime -to its green energon source, he can't pick which one is more... odd. or maybe it's just a feeling.

he can pick up the few but clustered thoughts and minds in the city. ruined but not entirely uninhabited, it seems. he stayed in the outskirts of it, gather data on the lifeforms he is detecting, until he finds himself drifting closer and closer towards it. the strange pull, his curiosity to those that are there? either way, he wades in, alert and in his alt mode in the event that autobots are quick to pull the trigger as they are wont to do. ]

b: a terminal situation

[ his abilities allows him to seek out those he wants to face and the reverse is true, he can distance himself from anyone approaching that he may not want to see. and he's not very picky about that, to be honest. most are on that side of the city, so he'll go to the other side.

soundwave finds a lonely looking terminal, barely functional but he'll deal, to work with and scan the network systems. a few earthling entries made him reflect on how much he likes the earthlings that can't talk. some scattered images, loosely connected in what he can only presume to be this city's thoughts, past - something.

you can find him tapping away on a terminal and casually ignoring your presence in favour of making a hasty grab for what intelligence he can. or he'll be staring straight at you and into your soul. your choice. ]

c: choose your own adventure

[ they see me rollin ]

ooc: i don't know most of you but here i am, being dragged into this pit. stare at hands/laughs w salad. pls be gentle??

Comments

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[ a beat ]

Your descriptions of your friends are ... lacking.

[ he could go on without names but names would be helpful. red pointy head, cop-wannabe and a yellow bot doesn't narrow it down by that much. soundwave can only guess that those friends are less than capable at finding this sizeable bot or aren't here at all. ]

The communication systems are hardly functional. Scare messages have gone through and of the few that are there, there is no one fitting your descriptions. You are free to see yourself.

[imatruck]

I could draw pictures but uh...I got nothin'

[Grimlock deliberates if telling their names would be a good idea—ok deliberating done.]

You know a Bumblebee or a Sideswipe or...oh thanks.

[He already takes the seat at the terminal. And like a grandma at a laptop, Grimlock stares at the screen for a full second before he seeks out help.]

...wanna give me a few tips?

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[ there's a pause as soundwave regards him quietly, static playing from the terminal in the background. then he sighs. because giant space traveling robots can do that??? ]

I know of a Bumblebee, he is here. If my estimation is correct, that is not the one who you are looking one.

[ sideswipe... he has a vague memory of that one. either way, he'll let this bot figure it out. soundwave leans over and points do the corner of the panel. ]

You must tap on this to open the terminal search.

[imatruck]

[Well if they can make a pfft sound. But Grimlock looks a little releived—no wait, not the Bumblebee he was looking for.]

Awww...so uh...there's more than one?

[Ohhh now he gets it. Grimlock presses the terminal, now getting a hang of it.]

Sweet! Ok um....

Find Bumblebee.

[No it doesn't work like that.]

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[ well, he's as sharp as a butter knife. or whatever the giant robot equivalent is. soundwave paused and stared for a moment. because that - this can not... surely... be happening. when he recovers, he taps the screen with a finder to show the logs that are currently up.

good thing he's got enough patience for this. ]

There is no audio filters, as of yet. You must manually enter your query. Surely, you can do that?

[ he leans back again and waits for grimlock to either do something bizarre again or get it correctly, which could be just as bizarre, really. ]

[imatruck]

[That puts him above most his teamates when it comes to patience.

But OK he's totally got this. Yeah, watch him master those typing skills, which is basically him hammering in the names in the query.]

Find...Bumblebee...click....

[But alas, no Bumblebee.]

Aww man. Nobody on here look like Bumblebee.

[Good thing, considering the hellhole this place looks like.]

...hey thanks for lendin' me your thing, man.