[Drift's been running a perimeter of the Badlands for a few days now, on the lookout for Megatron's mysterious attacker, as he'd promised. It's been...good, getting away, and just lapping miles under his wheels, in that almost zen-like focus of driving. And it's given him an idea.]

You know what this place needs? [He is excited so he will just rush to the answer.]

It needs a good race track. Not one of those just...oval things, but a fun one, with sharp turns and slopes and different surfaces. Like rallycross, on Earth.

Anyone want to help?

((OOC: X-23, if you want to run into Drift, feel free to action up this post!))

[behold: a woman wearing a red china dress and a metal collar. more importantly, an angry, sullen-looking woman with the above qualities (and possibly an odd sense of fashion).

she's glaring fiercely at the camera, and does NOT look happy about her predicament.

when she speaks, it's with an accent, but it's not indecipherable even without the auto-translate;]

I don't understand what's going on, but I'm blaming Hot Rod for it. Someone tell me where he is.

[GLARE. GLAREGLAREGLARE.]

Now.

This is McCrane.

[He's sure they know who is contacting them, but old habits die hard.]

I have spoken with Prima, and he's reminded me that we must have members with every Glyph on the Law Committee if they are going to let us make our own decisions.

[His lips purse together. Autonomy is important to him, especially given what has been happening of late.]

Since Pharma is still awaiting sentencing, it might be best to do this soon.

For more reasons than one.

( [Private to Blurr] )

~

I have a question. Another, I guess. Maybe one day, I won't have to ask so many.

[He pauses. This is embarrassing.]

It's somewhat personal. Silly, maybe. But... I want to understand...

... love. It's apparently very complicated.

[YEAH he sure sounds embarrassed by that one. There's even some awkward shifting.  Granted, he means the platonic sort of love, but hey.  His fault for not specifying, right?]

So I don't make mistakes. In the future.






( [private to: ALPHA TRION] )