[Video | Alpha Trion's Temple]

[shutupndrive]

[There's a moment of fuzz before the video actually settles and comes through completely, Smokescreen standing just outside Alpha Trion's temple, one hand resting on his hip as he holds the camera with the other. He'd been filled in by an acolyte, of course, but that didn't make him any less prepared to believe completely, meaning that he had to go out and see everything for himself. A part of him wanted to find Alpha Trion himself--mostly because he couldn't believe the other was still functioning--but right now he wanted to see if he could find any of the others.]

Smokescreen reporting in. Anyone from Team Prime out there? I figured it'd be best to touch base with at least someone before I started trying to just find you guys or something like that.

[Despite the odd nature of his situation, Smokescreen seems pretty relaxed--or he's at least keeping himself together pretty well because he's not really sure how he got back to Cybertron. Sure the acolyte had told him about that giant hole that was dumping people through but..that..was about as believable as saying Starscream had changed for the better. At least in his opinion.]

Arcee? Bumblebee? Bulkhead? Ratchet? Optimus? Anyone? Come on guys, don't leave me hanging please. I really want to get the real details of whatever's going on and you're the ones I want to hear it from. As much as I'd love to just believe this was all good and well and Cybertron was really in an okay state like this, you'll understand if I completely and totally don't believe it right?

[He's itching to go and do something, like always, shifting his weight back and forth as his doorwings twitch some.]

Calling all Autobots! Please respond!

Comments

[shutupndrive]

Sure, if you want one, I'll make sure to post it up all over in bright colors to attract your attention since bright colors seem to be your thing.

[Why is this 'Con even in Alpha Trion's temple? Why?]

[dinnerdate]

[He's got Trion's glyph stuck to his other shoulder, not his fault he was dumped here. Not that he would exact an Autobot to understand. Or anyone else for that matter.]




... There's nothing wrong with neon.

[shutupndrive]

Oh there's plenty wrong with neon.

[How is someone suppose to stay hidden when they're bright and shiny and practically screaming 'CATCH ME!']

[dinnerdate]

...Like what?

[It's hard, but when you're good you can make it work. Unfortunately his confidence is usually buried by his brooding.]

[shutupndrive]

Like staying out of sight, not lighting up under a black light, not attracting bugs, not being mistaken for a children's ride at some theme park thing.

[Yeah he's mostly just going for barbs at the moment, because it's fun and this mech just seems to take it all.]

[dinnerdate]

I can stay out of sight just fine.

[He shifts awkwardly, wings keeping themselves flopped down.]

And neon doesn't attract bugs... Children's ride?

[shutupndrive]

Butterflies like neon colors.

[From what he's been told by the kids.]

Yeah, you know, those things that kids climb all over and drool on and slag like that.

[dinnerdate]

Butterflies.

[He's never seen one of those before. Actually he isn't even sure if he knows what one looks like, but-]

I'm not attracting any of those.

[If neon did attract those things, even if they were on the planet, he doubts they'd come to him. Everything hates him.]

Never been to Earth.

[shutupndrive]

Well, it could happen. I bet it would happen actually if you were around any. And oh how threatening you would be covered in little insects with bright, colorful wings!

[Yeah, YEAH. Take that. B| |

[dinnerdate]

...I don't really fight anyway.

[Although even with butterflies all over him, he'd probably still be quite threatening to anyone that's ever seen him rip someone apart to eat.]

[shutupndrive]

...Then what the slag kind of Decepticon are you?? Do you do anything but brood?

[Because, seriously, this guy is just kind of lame.]

[dinnerdate]

A mercenary... No, not recently.

[Brooding is kind of all he's been doing since he got here. And he's not talking about before to some 'Bot.]

[shutupndrive]

A brooding mercenary. Wow. That's...wow. So threatening.

[This bot. Smokescreen just can't wrap his head around his guy at all.]

[dinnerdate]

Funny. Go ahead and laugh, it's nothing new.

[shutupndrive]

[He's quiet for a moment before letting out a quiet huff.]

It's not all that much fun when you're so broody. Poking fun at you loses its fun after awhile.

[dinnerdate]

...Guess that explains why some bots just punch me after a while.

[shutupndrive]

Yeah, yeah I suppose it does.

[Smokescreen pauses, optics flickering some.]

What's your name anyone, glow stick?

[dinnerdate]

Dead End.

[shutupndrive]

.......Talk about appropriate names.

[dinnerdate]

I'm not named after the place.

[Or his brooding. Why does everyone always pick on him.]

[shutupndrive]

I never said you were. I'm just saying it's fitting considering how emo you are.

[dinnerdate]

Wasn't named because of that either...






What's emo?

[shutupndrive]

It means you're depressing and dark and brooding and oh woe is me the world is a horrible dark place. If you were human, you'd sit in dark coffee shops with bongo drums reciting horribly poetry.

[dinnerdate]

I wouldn't say it's a horrible dark place. But we will all end up food for rust, so close enough.


... Right. [He doesn't know what all of that is, but okay.]

I don't like poetry.

[shutupndrive]

Yep. Emo. You should be like the poster child for it, even if you don't like poetry.