re_alignment | Sunday SUNDAY Sunday

[Oh, Haven, have you missed Whirl? That's because you don't have AWESOME O VISION so you couldn't even see the vast gobs of awesome he has been racking up. Scads of the stuff. He's rolling in awesomeness. ]

[And he feels generous so he'll share some.]

[The video feed comes on to...Whirl's awesome face. And then he steps back to reveal two of the weird little disklike probes Shockwave's sent out. Only they're each covered in a luchador mask. Because Whirl makes the best use of the Junk Pile, ever. They're currently circling each other, warily. Each has a small, primitive, remote control box making a bump under the mask..]

Hey. Whoever keeps sending these things into my room.

A) Fraggin' pervert. Jetfire if it's you I swear to Primus I'm gonna start wondering about you.

B) Thanks. Because these are the best toy ever.

Everyone else: I'd like you to meet El Poopo del Toro and Chilly con Carnage.

[Of course those names rock. He thought them up himself.]

They're here to fight to the death for your amusement. [He holds up two controllers, obviously for the drones.]

So. Who's in? [Because this is totes boring by himself. ]

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A) Light bugs. IN MY FACE. There's precedent.

B) You've been awfully quiet and it ain't been making Splat's floaty thingie of death, so you must be up to something.

[Sound logic.]

They were hardly programmed to go for your optic, Whirl. Merely because they did so, attracted by the brightest point on your frame and perhaps assisted by your rather muted colours, does not follow that they were meant to.

[Jetfire rubs his chin and then lays his arms over his chest, leaving the arm with the camera on top.]

I've been making geological surveys, taking ore samples and planning for a trip to one of the moons, plus sharing space with with alternate.

[Dryly. Are you appeased yet, Whirl?]

It's called subliminiable. Or something.

[Something. You want him, you programmed it into them.]

Oh well look at you being all Mr Science and getting slag done.

[Someone sounds jealous.]

Subliminal.

[Jetfire lets loose a faint, static-laced huff.]

Like I said, they aren't mine; if I would get the idea to map out Haven, I'd make sure they keep out of any rooms that are lived in.

[That seeming jealousy has Jetfire tilt his helm and just eye Whirl for a moment.]

I didn't think you were interested in geology and metals in a scientific meaning, Whirl.

What I said. Sabliminaffle.

[Now he's doing it on purpose.]

What kind of map has blind spots? How do you know there's not a path into the Magnificence in my room or something.

[Other than the obvious: If Whirl had something even remotely cool, everyone would know about it.]

I'm not. Science is boring. But it ain't the first time Wreckers have helped out science types.

[BUDDY ADVENTURES?]

I doubt I need to repeat it, given our processing of audio information is a lot different than, say, an organic's.

[That is, he knows you're doing it on purpose, Whirl.]

Have... what, in your room? [Honest confusion, before Jetfire shrugs.] It doesn't matter since private areas are private for a reason and there ought to be very strong arguments for even considering to invade said privacy.

And I doubt the moons are going to be very exciting for you.

[And, to be honest, he's not sure he wants Whirl in his cockpit for the flight up.]

Yeah, forgot your humor circuit's glitching.

Probably because you have fraggin' space melons growing in there or something.

[You don't think he forgot the space melons.]

Yeah? Then I declare EVERYTHING mine and private and stuff.

[Get offa his lawn!]

I make my own excitement.

There's nothing wrong with my humour circuits.

[Oh-so-dryly, and his expression's perfectly bland... is he serious or not?]

I made sure to remove anything regarding those melons from my cockpit, Whirl, and I have a feeling you may encounter some difficulties in enforcing that claim.

[Nope, not getting off the planet, sorry.]

... I don't doubt it.

Says you.

[Anyone that dry is clearly humorless.]

You gonna be a problem, huh?

[YEAH yeah he thought not.]

[AWW COME ON. Whirl is the best on a road trip!]

I do, yes.

[Clearly, just ignore the small twitch at the corner of his mouth.]

If I need to, certainly, but hopefully I won't have to be.

[Whirl, you're among the people he wouldn't willingly have in his cockpit and that's not going to change!]

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