re_alignment | [Action] Let's spend the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon!

[Recent events had perked Kay up quite a bit. In fact, it was almost like the Pages event had never happened. I guess when you're a teenage girl, you tend to forget things like that easily. After all, you're not quite to the age where life hits you too hard. Either way, she's back to her ordinary, chipper self. She'd been making frequent trips to the junkpile, finding all sorts of knick-knacks. Some were far too bizarre for her to put in her room...actually, it cluttered it up pretty bad.

So what was she going to do with them?

Well, throughout the day, you could find her in various parts of Haven, tugging along a wagon and doing what looks like...lawn decoration? Hey, the Acolytes said that it was their job to help build Cybertron, right? Well, if putting pink flamingos next to the lakes of the Trionic temple and strings of paper lanterns along Vector's, then so be it. It was what she could do.

Cybertron could use a little decoration, after all.

Wherever you happen to be, you might notice the girl putting up something like this. You can ignore her, whatever she's doing is probably really stupid.]

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[She seems to be fiddling with a little Chinese lantern as she listens.]

But what about...before that?

[The wry grin turns rueful as he shakes his head.]

There's nothing before that. I was built to be a soldier. I was . . .

. . . built for war.

...That's so sad...

[She can't help it, she feels bad for you, Thundercracker. So much that she's going to put a hand on your leg metal and rub it gently.]

Well, that doesn't mean you can't start now! The world is your oyster!

[He manages to catch himself from pulling away from the touch on reflex - among Decepticons, about the only time someone reaches for you is to dominate or hurt you, establishing or maintaining the pecking order - but she might feel the flinch all the same. He shrugs.]

It is what it is.

...my what?

[That's a human idiom he's never heard before.]

[She does notice the flinch, pulling her hand back slightly.]

Your oyster! It means you can do anything here. There's no war here.