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[treacherous_widow]

I've been here over a year.

[Blackarachnia's sitting somewhere out in the junkpile toying with a butterfly knife, flicking it open and closed over and over again as she contemplates the glowing coming from her glyph. Who knew that she'd be forced to stay on this primative slag heap for this long? Then again... she lost count of how long she had been on that mudball.

At least this place has been an improvement.]

...I guess this slag heap isn't that bad. It beats the last planet I was stranded on anyway.

Comments

[raceme]

You too, eh? Perhaps we need some sort of celebration.

[treacherous_widow]

Maybe. A party might liven up this place a little.

[raceme]

It couldn't hurt. I'm glad that nothing too bad happen this last weeks.

The last planet you were was earth?

[treacherous_widow]

That means something horrible is probably going to happen soon.

[Forever the optimist, isn't she.]

Yeah, it was. Prehistoric Earth.

[raceme]

....maybe....

[A ray of sunshine.]

I can't say i have much data about Prehistoric Earth but I'm guessing it was pretty much a new and very isolated place?

[treacherous_widow]

I wouldn't say 'new', but I'd have to agree with isolated.

[raceme]

Then I'm glad you feel better here. [He's glad you are here, basically.]

[treacherous_widow]

Thanks Blue

[She knows.]

Now how about a drink before you start getting too sentimental on me. You Autobots are just as bad as the sappy Maximals.

[raceme]

[Blurr smiles profusely.] That sounds like a great pla...I don't get too sentime...Idontgetsentimental.

Shall I pick you up?

[treacherous_widow]

[Snickers.]

Yes you do. Now shut up and get your aft over here.

[raceme]

Going, going. See you in a few.

[And the link goes off.]