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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[lifepersists]

...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.

[system_dp]

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.

[lifepersists]

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?"

[system_dp]

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.

[lifepersists]

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."

[system_dp]

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.

[lifepersists]

"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?"

[system_dp]

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.