We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
Feeling rather foolish Gasket gave a sheepish grin and looked toward his lap, resetting his vocals and optics before looking back up to Cleaver. Retracting his cable he huffed a low chuckle as he realized what had just happened. The old mech had been on earth long enough to understand most human lingo, even much of the modern cultural references but every now and then he could be confused by the simplest things.
Cable television was that confusion this time around. The glyphs in his vocals all indicated sorrow, redacted confusion, and slight mirth as he caught Cleaver's optics again, his servos moving to shift himself in his seat.
"For all my experience I still... miss things. Every now and then... I make a fool of myself."
He laughed, unabashedly admitting his mistake.
"Though I will have something to talk to... Cat, was it? I have something to make young Cat laugh."
Groaning he shook his helm, hefting his massive weight up with the help of his arm and leg assemblies, he was soon towering over Cleaver, a small smile on his dentals.
"I do... however, believe I have beat around the bracket enough. The... conversation was pleasant but I may as well see to your bar. You may keep me company whilst... I work if you like. Primus knows I could use the good company."
Cleaver's smile was apologetic in return, and she was slower to rise to her pedes.
"Need to cycle down for a bit," she replied, underscored with the now-commonplace glyphs for 'sparkling/carriage. As satisfying and precious as it was to generate life, it got wearing sometimes to be constantly on a berth, or wishing she was.
"But I'll swing by later," Cleaver added, optics skating over the hewn-out hatch in the Atrium wall that would serve as a bartop and a window into the bar proper. With a blade and a nod, she indicated the energon dispenser ticking quietly to one side of the communal area. "Go ahead and help yourself to a cube if you change your mind. Neutrals work on trade, like energon for work, after all."
Before she had fully retreated from the other mech in the direction of the doorway leading to her quarters, Cleaver paused to look back. Her stance and field were calm, their conversation relaxing to a degree that the old medic hadn't truly appreciated until she'd stood and felt the absence of tension in her struts. "Thank you, Gasket. For the talk and the bar."
While he had suspected, the glyphs which saturated her speech as the old mech waited had the unmistakable quality to them; Cleaver was carrying. His smile deepened kindly as he nodded, the medic's meaning understood to its greatest potency. He had borne witness to carriers and the reproductive process of their species before; who of his age wasn't? He knew it took a considerable toll on the carrier's processes and the old mech was not about to argue.
As she ceased her speaking, Gasket found himself still smiling, basking in what could only be described as something he had long since thought extinct; civil discussion. That and something else...
"Trade..." His smile grew vast. "It is appreciated but... Cleaver I should be... giving you energon. Our talk was something I'd never thought... I'd have again. If anything I owe you."
Turning to the proto-form of the bar his massive footfalls soon carried him over to it, a servo falling on the pile of plates, a welding torch, and a copy of Sideswipe's plans.
"My corps had a saying and... I believe its fitting. The first plate is //N = 0//."
He smiled again as his optics shifted back to where Cleaver stood, his digits clamping around a sheet of metal and lifting it up. He wondered if she understood his meaning in binary; it was equivalent to the human saying of "its on the house."
And the old mech still didn't understand why anything should be on a house.