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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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WHY IS SHE BUMPING INTO SO MANY PEOPLE? Probably because she is smaller than most, being less than ten feet tall, and also way way way too hot. But hey! She found a medic, and it's one she actually knows and kind of trusts.

Just don't notice the fact that she appears to be able to blush.

"Ah This Un--I am having some issues," she replies, fidgeting. "My systems are expelling heat but my internal scans are not showing any issues."

A brief pause as she let's out a sigh, her way of trying to vent excess heat. Oh right the other thing too.

"Also I have an injury to one leg after engaging in a brief combat situation some time ago."

"Heat but no interal issues," First Aid repeats thoughtfully, musing over known illnesses or parasites that could fool the internal readings. Miria isn't cybertronian though, so he doesn't rule it out being something he has no idea on.

"Right, let's get you on a table and take a look at you. How long have you been walking on an injured leg?"

Primus, maybe he should get Ratchet to do this instead. He's not sure if he can focus on a repair. Right, energon. That would help. He could get that and then hopefully that will do the trick. First, getting Miria on a table.

He takes her hand in his own and gives it a gentle squeeze, then motions to one of the slabs.

"Take your pick. We don't have any patients staying at the moment."

Miria would answer First Aid's question about her leg but he's taken her hand. She freezes up and it's only the squeeze that gets her to move, although she does stumble a bit before getting herself up onto one of the open medical tables.

"Ah... Um, it has been about," she tilts her head in thought. "Three months?"

Why yes, she's neglected her care for three months. Really it's because of the heat and the... Wow she never noticed how nice First Aid looks, or that he has a very nice grip with his hands until now. Gah, no this is a medical thing. Focus on being repaired.

"Three months?"

Why was it so hard for people to take care of themselves here? The medical bay was open for a reason!

First Aid huffs from exasperation, but venting out the hot air helped him concentrate a bit. He helps her further onto the table, moving her to a laying position, his hands gentle over her skin. Touching her really wasn't helping; he never really looked at Miria in that way before, but isn't unappealing now.

"I need to-- I need to get a cool drink, and then I can work on you."

He takes his hands away with some reluctance.

"Is that an issue?"

Because it wasn't one for her! And she rarely went out of her way for repairs back in her own world because well, there were more pressing matters at hand! Anyway, First Aid will find no resistance to getting Miria to lay down and being touched. Although she is most certainly warmer then one would expect, and her frame shakes a little under his hands.

"That... that is fine. You are the medic, this u-- I trust you."

Although she felt a lot better when he was touching her so when he takes his hands away? She lets out the smallest of sounds, she's not even aware she made it either.

"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?"

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.

"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?"

"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.

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.

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.

...Makes sense on why he couldn't find it. On a cybertronian, ports were more common on the head and neck since it was a more direct route to the brain. Honestly, at this point he was uncertain if Miria's brain was in her head. Or may she didn't have one?

"Oh, thank you..."

This was awkward, he leans over her, takes her wrist, and then gently slides the plug home into the port. Without much further hesitation, he starts to run his system diagnostic program.

She has a brain!!! Well okay, she has a computer type thing that works as a brain, also made by humans. They probably though her having to plug into things via her head was creepy, also the wrist means if something attacks her while she's gathering data she can quickly disconnect without too much damage.

And First Aid running that diagnostic is certainly weird for Miria, and her systems are pinging all green. No issues on the purely mechanical front, but if that scan can say. Pick up on the fact that she's a muddle of confused emotions and not actually knowing what she's feeling is something that folks with a sex drive can feel and normal, at least in cases that aren't caused by stupid flowers, then maybe the scan won't be a fruitless attempt at figuring out what's going on.

The mechanical readout is odd considering the physical symptoms Miria is seeing, especially when he can feel the heat coming off her against his plating. First Aid starts to dig a little deeper, checks her emotional log files, and then unplugs with a harsh vent.

He'd be more embarrassed if he hadn't dealt with similar scenarios with young MTOs, but usually he wasn't holding back his own interface hatch from opening when he was dealing with that.

"Miria, you don't have to answer this question if you're not comfortable, but are you sexually active?"

Her 'breathing' had quickened during all that, and didn't slow even after First Aid unplugged. She has to think on the question as she let's her arm drop back down to her side.

She knows what those two words mean, although sexually she only knows in the most dictionary like way, but no idea what they mean together.

"I... do not know what that means?" In other words, First Aid, she's about as sexually active as a table.

Edited 2015-08-14 06:26 (UTC)

Primus, spare him.

First Aid takes a moment to gather his thoughts and resist the urge to turn his visor up at the ceiling. Today was testing him, surely. Ratchet was going to spring out from behind a cabinet with a datapad and pen and tell him his final score any moment now.

"Right... Let's start from the top. Do you have any sort of--" He was floundering for the words to use. Giving sex ed to young soldiers was way earlier because they at least had common words and default interface organs. "I mean, I'd assume you have to, if you're aroused."

He looks at the apex of her legs and cups his chin thoughtful, if just to keep his hands away from anywhere more scandalous on his own body and hers.

"On a Cybertronian, it's common to have pleasure equipment in our pelvic armor. It's generally used for recreation, alone or with others."

Miria will be so apologetic once this is all over, First Aid. Mostly because once she isn't completely muddle headed from the pollen she will be able to feel rightly embarrassed.

As he talks though she stays quiet, or as quiet as she can what with the whole trying to not over-heat. And while the mention of pleasure equipment and doing things alone or with others gets a slight confused tilt from her, the pelvic armour is a part she understands. Don't mind as she starts to sit up for this.

"My armour can be removed, for repairs," she says, her hands going to her waist. "At least that I am aware of." She adds as there is a quiet click and she's just going to take off said pelvic armour right then and there.

"No you don't have-- Well, I guess we're going to anyway," First Aid starts, but then gives up half sentence as Miria helpfully removes the piece of armor.

That did answer quite a few questions though. While visually different, Miria's anatomy was similar enough that he didn't need to ask much about it. While she had no visible spike, the familiar enough sight of the rest of it makes heat lance through First Aid's systems and his vocalizer spits out some rather unprofessional sounding static.

"You're in the middle of the medibay and..."

He rubs a hand over his face.

"You wanna go somewhere more private?"

Miria has no shame, and doesn't see an issue with the whole 'getting naked in front of First Aid' thing. So she is most certainly giving the medic an odd look because of his reaction.

And the question.

"Is here not private enough for this?"

So, so clueless.

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