They'll have to go through you first

[system_dp]

Who: Miria and Whoever [Open]. One special meeting with a gold asshole [Closed to IDW Sentinel]
What: Earth made robot fun times!
Where: Various places
When: After Robot Prom
Warnings: ... does setting Sentinel on fire require a warning?


Option A

[There is one thing Miria had found out about herself while being stuck on Cybertron and that was simply this: She could restore her depleted energy by consuming some of the odd organic food-like items that were growing on Cybertron. Not that she took a lot, there are humans here after all and they needed the sustenance more than her.

So at this moment one will find the minibot sized robot carefully picking a few of the fruits and seemingly not paying attention to her surroundings.]

Option Bar

[Look, Miria has no reason to actually go into the robot bar. She doesn't consume Energon so why would she?

So really she's kind of lurking nearby and simply watching whoever comes and goes, while not being all that well hidden.]

Option Sentinel Only

[OH LOOK. Some trash, this prompt is also trash. So let's just have them throw down.

By some energon maybe? Whatever, it's not near by any populated sections of the city.]

Comments

tHINKING B

[planate]

[pipes happens to be exiting the bar as miria is people watching. creeping, really.

he notices her, and decides to say hello. a friend he hasn't seen for a while! amazing!]

Miria! [he waves somewhat frantically.] Hi!!

[he's the kind of guy pretty much anyone else would pretend to not know.]

buzz buzz

[system_dp]

[Good thing Miria isn't the type of person to pretend to not know someone.

And it's not hard for her to notice him, even without the shouting and waving.]

Hello. [No waving from her, sorry Pipes.]

Re: buzz buzz

[planate]

Have you been okay? Did you manage to find out what to do for fuel?

[he bounds up to her, checking over briefly for any damage.]

[system_dp]

[She looks fine, a little worn but that is to be expected when one is on a strange planet yes?]

This Unit has not sustained any more damage and it has also found fuel.

[Just gonna let him look her over before...] Is Cybertronian Pipes as in good health?

[planate]

Good! I'm glad.

[he claps his hands together.]

Never better! Well, actually, I could use a new paint coat but that's not really important.

[system_dp]

[And she's tilting her head.]

This Unit is not seeing any damage to Pipes' paint, why would he need a new one?

[Because that is what she'll focus on.]

[planate]

It's starting to get worn down! It's an aesthetic thing, really. Nothing too important.

[he just really likes his colour 8(]

[system_dp]

If it isn't important then Pipes would not have mentioned it.

[It is a nice colour! Even if it has gotten Pipes shot.

Also Miria has no clue about aesthetics.]

[planate]

It's low level!

[for real.]

Anyway! [he claps his hands together.] What've you been up to? Did you figure out the terminal? I can teach you Neocybex if you'd like.

time 4 things 2 get..................................heated

[staygoldponybot]

[BIG TRASH APPROACHING.......

honestly, he'd already forgotten miria existed. he doesn't notice her at first, he's too busy brooding. or looking for energon crystals to chew on, whatever.]

burn baby burn

[system_dp]

[WELL she hasn't forgotten him. Then again how many huge shitlords are there on this planet?

So when she notices him she is... promptly shooting at him, because Sentinel = threat.]

[staygoldponybot]

[oh, good. this is what he wanted. he likes being shot, really. except not. he doesn't have enough bullets to justify shooting back.]

What-- frag off!

[very majestic. he'll just skid behind a nearby rock for cover and see what she does, yes.]

[system_dp]

[Well, when he doesn't attack back she doesn't resume her own attack on him.

Also what the hell is a frag off?]

This Unit sees no reason to let a threat remain at large.

[staygoldponybot]

What?!

[something about miria just pisses him off enough to make him lose his stoic composure.]

I wasn't even doing anything!

[system_dp]

[Sentinel, just because you weren't doing anything right now doesn't mean you're not a threat.

And Miria isn't even going to try talking to Sentinel anymore, just going to.

Lob a grenade over that rock.]

[staygoldponybot]

[she's gone quiet. maybe she left?

...that's wishful thinking. he knows it is, because he can still hear her flitting around, and see her on his scanner. oh, good, and there's a grenade. when he was sworn in as prime, less than one million years ago, sentinel didn't expect any of his days to be this fucking terrible.

actually, he did. he just hates dealing with them on his own.

he knows he doesn't have enough time to do anything with that grenade. all he can do is skitter backwards on his ass - impressively quickly, like a large majestic ugly grey crab - and covers his face with his arms.

man. he is going to enjoy tearing this fucker in half.]

[system_dp]

[Nah, it's more that Miria isn't a battle banter kind of 'bot.

Good thing Sentinel is fast for his fat ass, because that grenade is exploding and.

Well, hopefully no one liked that rock. And she is readying her gun once more, but doesn't move towards him.

Because firing at debris is just a silly idea.]

A

[imatruck]

[Grimlock is trudging through Cybertron when he decides to investigate some of the weird round things. Odd, they looked like that stuff always hanging around on Earth trees. He picks one up, playing with it, before he tosses it aside.

That's when he spots the girl picking some fruit. And sure, he's curious about yet ANOTHER human on here, but his first instinct is to do something ill-advised to get her attention.

What better way to get attention than to throw a fruit at her?]

[system_dp]

[Woe and alas, since she's been conserving her energy the constant force field she has around her is not turned on. So that fruit goes splat, but not against her head but against a part of her armor kibble.

Which does get her attention and she turns to look for whatever is throwing stuff at her, and she can't help but see Grimlock.]

Can this Unit assist you?

[imatruck]

[Grimlock, expecting some reaction, gets disappointed as the fruit lands as flat as he emotional response. He rolls back, groaning exasperated.

Oh wait now she's noticing him. The bot gets put on the spot, trying to lean against the tree before he breaks off one branch. Whoops.]

Uh yeah...can you feel stuff hitting your face?

[system_dp]

Yes.

[That's her answer before she takes one of the fruit she's carrying and takes a small bite of it. Maybe now that she's facing Grimlock he will take note that a) she is taller than any human has a right to be and 2) look at all that armour on her. That looks like she could transform into something, if he notices that kind of thing.]

This Unit would also request that the Cybertronian refrains from wasting resources. There are humans here that will require it.

[imatruck]

[Woah...she looks different from any human he's seen. The armor makes her look almost Cybertronian. He tilted his head, clicking his mouth.]

Aww, there can't be that many humans! Can't I throw one?

[system_dp]

Throwing one will lead to throwing more.

[Her voice is also very robotic, so she may just be a confusing bundle of what for him.

Or not, most of the Cybertronians she's met seemed to take her in stride.]

Would the Cybertronian be pleased if this Unit started throwing it's food source around?

[imatruck]

[You're just a bundle of strange, little human....bot...person.

He lulls his head to the side while he thinks about this very important dilemma.]

...uh yeah! Sure!

[system_dp]

You would?

[Look who is talking, as she tilts her head in confusion at Grimlock's answer.]