This is a catch-all post.

[system_dp]

Who: Miria and whoever. [Open-ish]
Where: VARIOUS
When: Over the course of the sex pollen event, duh.
What: A robot learns how to love. via dickings.
Warnings: Smut, awkwardness. Possibly awkward smut.


[Medibay]
The newest, Miria would guess, changes to Cybertron had been interesting, but she didn't consider any of them dangerous. Not even the weird fox-like creatures, or the new flora. Then again she very rarely considered a lot of things here dangerous, so there is that.

But after a while she started to not feel... Right. And while her systems were not giving her any kind of errors or signs she was in need of seeing a medic? The Earth-made robot was heading right to the medical facility to see if one of the medics could fix this.

That and her leg, from her fight with Sentinel that happened a while ago. Why yes, she didn't get that fixed. Shut up.


[Anywhere Else - State when and where please.]
After what happened before? Miria is just going to wander and try to just keep to herself or maybe seek out the few friends she does have here. Either way, she's easy to run into.

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[planate]

That's fair. Pipes is pretty emotionally and physically tired too after that, short though it may have been.

He drops back onto his... back, putting a hand on Miria's back. Just to give her a proper surface to lay on.

[system_dp]

Laying on Pipes sounds like a good plan. So good that even if he hadn't laid back she'd be doing it, just him moving makes it all easier.

So just going to rest up against Pipes' chestplate, he's pretty comfortable for a giant robot.

[planate]

He just sighs, hand still on her back.

What the fuck does he do now, he wants to go wash but she's lying on him goddamnit

[system_dp]

Take it like a man, Pipes. Or actually say something because it looks like she may actually go to 'sleep' on top of him.

You know, for the first time in her life. The sleeping thing.

[planate]

Yeah, no. He's all for her being comfy but right now he really wants a shower.

He nudges her shoulders gently.

"Hey. I mean this in the nicest possible way, but please get off me."

[system_dp]

The nudging may be gentle, and he may mean it in the nicest way, but Miria's reaction to being nudged is to react almost immediately. By scrambling off Pipes with the most embarrassed look on her face as she scrabbles to get that crotch armour of hers and put it back on.

"Th-this Unit is s-sorry." Is her rushed and muttered apology.

[planate]

"Ah!" shit god fuck he didn't want to upset her like that.

"It's okay! Sorry, I'm just. Feeling really weird. You didn't do anything wrong. You're fine."

Yeahhh just gonna quickly and quietly close his own panel. What a fucking bizarre day this has been.

[system_dp]

Man, she ain't upset. Just really confused because Feelings and because well...

It's Pipes. But hey she's got her armour back on and is not feeling like her systems are going to fry, but she is also feeling like maybe she should leave?

Yeah, she's just going to nod to let Pipes know she understands and you know. Go to leave.

[planate]

Pipes scrabbles to his feet. He is not sure about boning etiquette, but he's pretty sure he's fucked this up.

"Miria, just--" he trails off, not sure what to say. It doesn't feel right just kicking her out like this. "You don't have to go. I'm not throwing you out."

[system_dp]

"This Unit should leave," She responds, slipping into her old speech habits as a comfort thing. That and it's a lot easier then trying to deal with feelings.

Also leaving would be a good idea in case say, the pollen decides to kick in again for round two.

[planate]

Great. Good job, Pipes.

"I won't force you to stay if you don't want to. Be safe, alright?"

Damnit. Again. Fuck. Shit. Goddamnit.

[system_dp]

Miria just gives another nod before finally leaving and getting outside of the building they picked for this.

Enjoy the sound of her transforming into her space-jet alt-mode and taking off, Pipes.

[planate]

HE DOESN'T ENJOY IT AT ALL!!

[lifepersists]

"Leaving an injury for that long can cause lasting--" First Aid starts, but his voice wavers at the sound. Heat lances through him and settles in his array, making him walk somewhat bowlegged as he hurries away.

First Aid has to take a moment to vent, gripping the side of a table as he collects himself, then pours himself a cold glass of energon with a shaky hand. He fuels quickly, the cold liquid shocking his systems as it rushes through overheated lines, but it's only a brief moment of relief. It helps cool, but it doesn't do anything for the charge.

When he returns, he's a little bit more composed, though it's just a thin veil.

"Sorry about the wait. Could you list your symptoms?"

[system_dp]

Miria tilts her head slightly at hearing the waver in his voice and it's only by the good grace that she's laying down that she doesn't see First Aid's bowlegged hurrying. And hey, he said he needed a cool drink so she is not bothered at all by the wait.

And she's also trying very hard to ignore her own overheated systems.

"In regards to the leg or the over-heating?" she responds, cause the leg isn't that bad. It's the heat, although it does strike her as silly to think he's asking about her leg. So she looks embarrassed briefly before giving a better answer.

"Everything feel hot, which is confusing as thi-- I am capable of withstanding atmospheric reentry." Which may actually explain why her systems are showing her that everything is fine?

She has no clue.

[imatruck]

"It's cool...just uh...you're not dyin' right?"

The rumble of his engines and the heat soaking off his frame says different, but he's still asking.

But no, touching's fun.

[system_dp]

"I am very sure that dying does not feel like this," she replies, before finally noticing the heat coming from Grimlock and the rumbling. Yanno, over how him poking at her is making her feel.

"... Is Grimlock alright?"

[lifepersists]

"Overheating should be dealt with first," First Aid clarifies, trying to keep as professional as possible with heat and charge wrecking havoc on his own systems.

"All over heat. Any other symptoms?" First aid places his hands against Miria's belly, feeling the warmth of her skin and plating against his palms. Touching her made his own plating ripple and it takes most of his willpower to stamp down the pings from his interface systems to open his array.

He was unfamiliar with her type of frame, but she was also mechanical in nature-- that at least was some grounds to go on.

"Do you have a diagnostic port?"

[system_dp]

"Ye--" Oh, don't mind the fact that her whole body shakes under First Aid's touch. It felt like even just that simple contact was sending electric shocks throughout her systems, and her face actually flushes.

Why is he asking her questions, why can't this just stop? She starts to pant as an attempt to get herself cooler before she tries to give any coherent responses.

"Y... Yes there are other symptoms," if it's not obvious to him by how she's reacting to just being touched. "And th-- I have a method for interfacing and downloading and uploading data."

She actually has no idea how most maintenance is done on her, since she is always completely shut down whenever it needed to be done back home.

[lifepersists]

First Aid was getting a pretty good idea that the thing that was affecting him was probably the issue with Miria as well, based on that wonderful shiver through her frame any time his hands brushed over her skin. With the frame of mind he's in, 'interface' makes his thoughts immediately jump to the slang application, but it's obvious enough that's not what she meant.

His throat cabling bobs at the implications of all this. Ohhh boy.

"I'm going to plug into you to get a better diagnostic of your systems," he explains, unspooling a cable from the side of his head. They'd managed to get some diagnostic pads up and running, but they weren't yet up to speed with full and updated read-outs.

First Aid searches her head and neck, looking for a similar port to plug into.

[imatruck]

"Uh yeah...like I said," he huffs, shimmying with his growing discomfort.

"Think I caught what you caught."

[system_dp]

Poor First Aid, looking around her head and neck just makes her more flustered. She's never actually been online for any sort of diagnostics and with how the pollen is wrecking havoc on her? This is all sort overwhelming to her.

"Th-the one I know of is here," she manages to stutter out, raising an arm and presenting her wrist to him. A small panel pops open showing that lovely port and the end of her own connecting cable.

Yes, it's in her arm. The most unsexy place ever.

[system_dp]

Miria makes a very quiet 'oh' at that. Give her a moment because maybe, just maybe, she's going to suggest something crazy here.

"Would Gr-- you like to ah," how to word this?

"Have me help you?"

[imatruck]

What's guilt? What's decency? All those went out the window--well, Grimlock had little decency to start.

He shakes his head furiously. He thinks he knows what she's getting at, "Yeah yeah...I'm startin' to get uncomfortable."

[system_dp]

Miria tends to feel all those things after doing what, well, she's suggesting they do. (Just ask Pipes!) So she is going to shift and wriggle a bit to make this easier.

"So, um... Here?" Grimlock may have to take some sort of a lead here, since she's still a bit new to what is and is not okay to do in this situation.