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.
The neutral mech would visibly perk up with curiosity at the mention of this "Sarita" being a human. A human that, depending on a few factors, could potentially be meeting up with them. The thought was exciting to Gypsum, a chance to meet a friendly representative of the local race, and see what they were all about up close and personal.
Politely, Gypsum loitered out of the way as Deuce ventured into the land of comstalk, his attention wandering out over the now moonlit fields . Distantly, he wondered what would happen should a local come down the road and encounter two aliens lingering in the middle of the roadway. Hrm.
With his finger still pressed to his temple, Deuce grinned.
"Doing okay here," he said. "I'm currently in a corn field chatting to a nice bloke named Gypsum, of the Cybertronian persuasion. He seems like a good guy, if a little confused about the local flora and fauna."
He threw Gypsum a thumbs-up to assure him the internal radio conversation was going well.
"Anyway, I know you get a kick out of meeting friendly new giant robots, so I thought you might like to give this guy an aloha. If I text you the coordinates to our location, would you be interested in nicking a ground bridge from Layby to this spot to say hello? Unless you happen to be within driving range, in which case - come drive on over!"
Deuce looked up at the stars. "Gypsum appears to be a Neutral as well. He could use an escort to Haven, if you also feel up to it."
She almost leapt from her seat, voice pitching upwards instead. The two other men looked at her, and the singer slunk downwards with a sheepish look towards them. "Er, I mean," she said, "that I would love to come and join you guys, but the band promised me a ride. They're at some guy's party and said they'd pick me up when it was over."
She looked up at the stars.
"...But that was like, four hours ago, and I can't get them on the phone. I think they're going to be puking until three in the morning. These things can end with a lot of booze." The singer stood up, brushing off her skirt; the two gentleman at the stop went back to their business. They even struck up a conversation as Sarita walked away.
"So yeah, I'd love to join you guys. One problem, though: if Mr. Lays puts up his signal-light, the lack of hills and light pollution means that it would be seen for miles around. I think I should drive out to you guys...."
Sarita looked around. "Or at least call for a cab. Let me check the GPS here...yeah, I think I'm an hour or two away from you guys. Can you hold out until then? I still have money on that card you gave me."