[this is embarrassing. painful, too. but mostly embarrassing.]

Can you- uh. Meet me somewhere. I... need help with something. Again.

[you'll have to forgive him for being so vague and snippy. having your hands forcibly torn off does that to a mech.

happy valentine's day.]

( audio - locked to blurr, forward dated by a day or so )

[Here's Cinderella, who's pouting a bit while fiddling a bit with the watch she got from Vector Prime.]

Ugh! I'm so bored! There really isn't that much to do around here other than get the Hell out of dodge when something dangerous comes this way.

I hate to admit it, but I need some kind of job before I go insane. So, what's out there that a girl like can do to help out?

Also, while I'm on here...

[She turns a little so that her shoulder is facing the camera. Since she's wearing a cap sleeve blouse, her glyph is visible for all to see! And there is a faint green outline around the gold.]

Can anyone tell me what this green around my glyph means? It wasn't there the other day. I'm really hoping that it's not some kind of alien infection.

[Blackarachnia's pretty aware of what day it is and every other bot getting some sort of random Valentines. So, when she got her own, she wasn't as shocked as others seemed to be.

However, it was surprising to see who it was from and what the card actually said. ]

So, Wheels.

[Pause.]

Thanks for the card.

It was... sweet.

[Surprise! Drag Strip isn't happy. She usually isn't, but now she has another reason to be extremely pissed off about. She holds up what seems to be a bright pink card and gives the link her most irritated scowl.]

What the slag is this trash? I swear I'm gonna find the lowlife rusty engine block and shove this so far up their exhaust port that they'll be able t' taste it!

[Why does this make her so angry? Who the hell knows.]

I mean, just look at it!

[She finally reads what's written on it, because she couldn't have done that earlier.]

You are my perfect rose, please be my Valentine

Love: Mega-

[And then she stops. She doesn't entirely understand what's going on, but something tells her that she's just made a mistake somewhere. The link abruptly shuts off. Oh boy.]

 [Oh hey it's the day of showing others you truly care about them and sending them cards and chocolates and flowers--]

Hey.


Wreckers are disbanded. For good.



[That seems to be the end of the transmission. Well, Happy Valentine's Day to you too, Mr. Sunshine-and-Rainbows.]