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System D.P. Cyborg ~ The Guardian ~ "Miria" ([personal profile] system_dp) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-08-03 01:18 am
Entry tags:

This is a catch-all post.

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.
planate: (o_o)

THE SECOND ONE and also wherever

[personal profile] planate 2015-08-05 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Pipes, being somewhat of an adult, was perfectly aware of what the pollen had done to him. His main problem was... not really wanting to deal with it.

He has a bit of a romanticised view of it all, and this just doesn't feel right. He's honestly just frustrated at the entire situation, leaning against the wall in some (hopefully) secluded part of the city with his arms crossed and staring intently at the wall opposite.

Maybe the power of hate is stronger than the power of boners.
imatruck: (Acka lacka boom boom)

Number two and romantic hotspot the crater

[personal profile] imatruck 2015-08-06 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Grimlock wasn't the best when it came to knowing what was going on in Cybertron 2...or whatever number Cybertron it is.

He did notice the new flowers popping up, allowing him the opportunity to scoop them up and give them away to anyone he saw...except that helicopter. And that crab-guy. Fuck those two. Everyone else gets one.

Speaking of everyone else, there's that robot he threw apples at awhile ago. The dinobot waves, shaking a bunch in his hand. "Hey! Miria! Check it out!"
gimmicky: (At the last unicorn)

FINALLY - Medibay

[personal profile] gimmicky 2015-08-07 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Miria wasn't the only one who had run diagnostics on herself for feeling 'out of the norm'. Trailcutter had been feeling that way too. It was weird, he was now forcibly sober, and yet he still felt the kind of lightheaded-ness that came with it. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself that he was fine, that he wasn't reverting back, he ended up knowing deep down that...

Something was up.

So congratulations, Miria, look who you get to bump into at the medibay. A large, awkward truck attempting to ninja his way in to see the doctor before anyone sees him.

Because...you know, he's been avoiding people recently (because he's DEAD AND ALL)]
lifepersists: (Let me see that I.V.)

[personal profile] lifepersists 2015-08-09 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Normally, First Aid had a pretty healthy libido, though he kept his personal life completely separate from his professional. The medical bay wasn't really the place to fool around, and it wasn't especially difficult for him to keep his mind off sex while he was on shift.

He knew something was wrong the moment his charge built enough to be distracting, the heat pooling between his legs and making him want to press it into the edge of a table or take a buffer and set it on low and settle down in a closet. That was very, very unusual for him.

First Aid could maybe blame it on being lonely. He missed Sixshot. He missed Trailcutter. His spark ached every time he thought about them. But that was sadness, and it's been a long time since he was able to or even wanted to jerk off when he was sad.

He's a bit distracted when Miria comes in, his visor dim, and he doesn't see her until he decides to find some chilled energon to try and cool his straining systems. First Aid doesn't startle, but he bumps into her.

"Oh, Miria!" He sounds surprised. It's been a while. He gives her a quick once over, not noting anything particular serious needing immediate repair. "Sorry about that. I was just going to get energon. Do you need help?"