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Okay.

This is easy enough.

I know some of you have been waiting for the Law Committee to become official, right?

Well now it is.

[He holds up a datapad with the current Law Committee Roster listed on it.]

I spent the past few weeks- [~~Trying to forget about being changed into a Sparkeater~~] -tracking everyone down and drafting this. Since we're supposed to be a de-facto political organization, this announcement is public so that anyone can make themselves heard if there are any issues.

[He used to work for Senator Shockwave--it sounds close enough to what politicians do.]

This, uh, is the last time I'm going to do this, since from now on I'm in charge of zoning. Speaking of which--who was it that wanted roads built again?

Is that a thing?

Anyway.

Look this over, and speak up if I made any huge mistakes.

((OOC note: If you are on the Law Committee, feel free to assume that Skids has contacted you and gotten your opinion on what branch of the Committee you want to be on~ If you aren't on the Law Committee and want to be, give a poke here too!))

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Shockwave seemed like he might have some of that equipment. I don't know where he got it, though.

[Most of that night was kind of blurry in his mind, making him feel a little bad about drinking--for once.]

Because my past self might know more about me than I do, and I haven't decided how I feel about that yet.

[Which gives him an idea.]

Say.

You're a scientist! Do you have any experience with memory retrieval?

Shockwave... here?

[This is the second time he's heard of one being here. And yet, none of them have made themselves known to him. He'd like a word or several with them...]

Or they may know nothing at all! It's entirely likely they come from an entirely different time stream. Their information could have utterly no effect on you or your current reality. For example -- ! My sources indicate that in other universes, I, myself, am vastly different. Voluntarily wielding firearms, in fact!

Memory retrieval...?

Unfortunately, no. I've never delved into that area of study.

Two of them, actually.

Neither of them are mine, but one of them might be yours.

[He really didn't know what he'd do if his showed up.]

You know, that thought makes me feel a little better actually. You're right! The likelihood is so tiny that it'd be actually me, and...well. That would be weird anyhow.

Though come to think of it, yeah, there is a Perceptor on the Lost Light. I don't see him around much, but he is a little different than you.

[Too bad about the memory thing...he'll have to keep searching.]

You'll forgive me for not leaping for joy at the notion of two versions of Shockwave about.

[Careful, Perceptor, people might start thinking you don't care for Shockwave.]

Of course I'm right. I'm Perceptor. If I were incorrect about something as simple as multiple universe theory, I'd have to change my name to something less intelligent.

Like Wheeljack.

Unsurprising. If a Perceptor went through circumstances even slightly different than my own, it stands to reason he would be a different sort of Autobot.

Trust me, I'm not crazy about the idea either.

[It wasn't stopping him from talking to one, though.]

Whoa, I'm sensing some mild repugnance from you there. Wheeljack been bothering you lately?

Do you want to talk about it?

I could throw in some high-grade and a willing ear to talk transwarp technology~

[He could use some friends that didn't turn out to be Decepticons.]

I don't see how anyone could be.

[He scoffs.]

He rarely misses an opportunity to harass me.

[And then... he pauses.]

You're... asking me to drinks? Together...? To discuss technology...?

[Primus on a pigmy pogo stick, did he just get asked on a science date.]

Maybe he likes you.

[Just saying. You never know!]

Of course I am! I'm more on the theoretical side, granted, and I've spent the last few million years in politics, but...

This is supposed to be a new start, right? So we can do anything we want.

... Perish the thought. In fire, I might add. May it perish in fire.

There isn't anything wrong with theoretical discussion. It's preferable to the more inane topics bouncing around this network.

Indeed. Supposedly.

...

A date, then.

A date! Exactly.

At least with you, I don't have to worry about suddenly learning you're a Decepticon.

...

You aren't, though, right?

[He can't believe it's come up so often that he actually has to ask.]

I suppose I can't say no to one of those.

[... is this a DATE or a date.]

[Oh well.]

Of course not. I'm Perceptor, not some Decepticon spy. Why would you even ask?

If you did, I might have to feel bad.

[It's a DaTe.]

Look, its just...

Uh.

It's complicated. There's just more Decepticons here than I realized, and they don't all wear symbols and shoot at me. It's made things complicated.

You find me that intriguing, do you?

Though I sincerely doubt one of Megatron's soldiers would wear the Autobot emblem so openly. I want nothing to do with the mad tyrant. Or those like him.

All my best friends used to be scientists. Granted, things used to be a little boring, but...

Well, what can I say. I'm nostalgic.

[For the things he still could remember, at least.]

Agreed. You'll get no more questioning from me.

What a coincidence. My only friends tended to be scientists.

I do believe we'll get along swimmingly.

[... Perceptor are you trying to flirt. No way. You're just blundering into this.]

Very well. I'll look forward to further interaction.

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