[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

[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.

[dinnerdate]

I'd rather not be the "poster child" for anything.

[shutupndrive]

Oh no, it's done now. You're totally going to be the poster child for emo.

[dinnerdate]

...No, I'm not.

[shutupndrive]

Yes you are. I'm making it so.

[dinnerdate]

And who made you in charge of that?

[shutupndrive]

No one in particular. I'm just taking it upon myself to give emo beings everywhere the proper poster boy that they deserve.

Aka you.

[dinnerdate]

And I'm politely refusing.

[shutupndrive]

And I'm politely ignoring your refusal.

[dinnerdate]

[Just sighs and stares. What did he do to deserve this?]

[shutupndrive]

[Flashes the other a grin and a salute.]

Glad you've realized that denying your future is pointless~

[dinnerdate]

Arguing with you is pointless.

[He'll deny his future all he wants. But arguing with this Autobot? It's not worth it.]

[shutupndrive]

Yeah 'cause I'm really just not going to listen to your arguments.

[He shrugs and grins again.]

In other words, your argument is forever invalid.

[dinnerdate]

...Nothing new there.

[shutupndrive]

Glad we're on the same page then.

[dinnerdate]

Yeah, lucky you.