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.
"Yes, ma'am," he said. "And two coffees, please. And whatever this young lady would like off the menu as well. I'm paying."
The suggestion of a stool at the counter seemed to agree with him. He plopped himself down next to Nell and leaned his arms on the counter.
"The chicken fried steak?" he said. "It's balls-out excellent, is what it is. A little heavy for me, more of a dinner meal on those nights I'm running on fumes, but if you're a beefsteak fan I highly recommend it. Can't beat it with some toast and hash browns on the side."
Doc sighed happily.
"Man," he said. "This talk of food is makin' me hungry. Haven't had a bite to eat all day. Just been out running errands all morning and straight through lunch. How about you? What's got you out on the road today, Nell Collins? This a day off work for you?"
The scrawny waitress with the name 'Amy' on her name tag gave him a bright smile. “Yes Sir.” She piped up cheerfully, writing down his usual order and those two coffee's before she turned her green eyes to the brunette. “Doc is right that the chicken fried steak is excellent.” The girl commented and Nell smiled slightly. “I'll have it then, with a side of toast, eggs over easy, and hash-browns.” She told the waitress who was scribbling it down.
“Alrighty, two cups of coffee's, Doc's usual, and chicken fried steak, fried eggs, hash-browns, and toast for you – which what type of toast would you like? We have rye, sourdough, and white.” The mechanic thought for a moment or two. “Rye” And with everything in order? The waitress walked off and Nell was glancing over at Marco.
“I know the feelin', haven't had much to eat myself today and I can eat a horse.” Given how much she ordered for herself? Well, that was pretty damn obvious she was hungry. As far as what brought her out on the road, Nell's shoulders moved upwards in a shrug. “Day off is right, I moved here to Nevada not too long ago and with everythin' settled at home now? Decided to head to take the back way to Vegas.” Her gaze shifted away as the waitress brought by their coffee mugs, she watched the girl set things down and expertly poured their drinks before setting out the little bowl of packaged creamers and sugars for the two.
Once the girl left again to tend to other guests, Nell was looking at Marco again. “Still dunno if I'm gonna go there or not, sometimes a drive is nice when you don't know where everything is.”
Doc gave the waitress a polite 'thank you' as she set his cup in front of him.
"I hear that," he said. "Sometimes it's just good to get out on the road and let your mind wander. Clear your head. I do some of my best thinking from behind the wheel, especially with a cigarette going in the ashtray and something good playing on the radio. Deep Purple. Jefferson Airplane! That gets the mental wheels spinning all right."
He cracked open one of the creamers and poured it into his coffee. Two sugars went in next, and finally his spoon, which he used to stir everything together.
Clink, clink, clink. The tiny rattle of the spoon was barely audible in the cheerful din of the diner. Doc set it down on a napkin and happily took a sip of coffee.
"That hits the spot," he sighed. "So, tell me! Your car. Where did you pick that up? Was that a purchase, or did you restore it yourself? It's a beaut. I don't see many 1960 models on the road. Usually the Camaros I see driving around here tend to be from the eighties."
The girl gave him a cheerful little smile and shrugged a bony shoulder in her little way to tell him it was nothing. Nell simply gave her a small nod in thanks, but she was mostly paying attention to Doc's response.
“Pretty much the same for me too, but the cig's danglin' from my mouth and I have Interpol, Iggy Pop, and the Stones playin' on my end.” Nell told him with a wide grin. “Though nothing's wrong with Deep Purple and Jefferson Airplane.” Really, there wasn't and she meant it.
While he put a little cream and sugar in his, she had hers with only a couple of creams. She didn't bother to use a spoon, only giving the coffee a small swirl to mix it together before she took a small sip. One thing was certain, he was right about coffee hitting the spot and if just the coffee was this good? The food was promised to be even better.
As for her car? Well...Nell couldn't help the shit eating grin that was forming on her face. “Restored her but I didn't do it by myself, my dad and I worked on her.” Oh there was pride in her voice with that one but who could blame her? “I was helpin' my dad fix her up when I was around sixteen, took about two years and he gave me the keys when I graduated high-school. Been mine ever since, and I like to keep her in tip top condition.” That grin of hers widened.
“Especially so I can beat someones ass in a good ol' fashion race.” The mechanic teased. “So what about yours?” She asked curiously.
"I wish I could say my ride had as nice a story behind it as yours," he said. "Naw, I've had mine almost all my life. Got it as kid and kept it. A good car will last a long time if you take care of it right. I replaced the engine a year or two back, but a fair bit of the rest is all original. I've put a lot of miles on that thing. It's crying for new paint, but it still runs fine. I just won't take it to any car shows in the meantime."
He smiled and absently fished a crumpled cigarette packet out of his breast pocket. Only when he was patting himself down for a lighter did he seem to remember that there was no smoking in the restaurant. He tossed down the packet and picked up his coffee instead.
"So, you fixed up your car yourself?" he said. "I'm guessing that means you know a thing or two about them. Do you work on machines often? You're a mechanic maybe, or just a car enthusiast?"
“Hey, a story is a story.” Nell pointed out with a lopsided grin before listening to about how he had his Camaro for most of his life. “And it is true, my girl had to have a lot of work done but she's treated like glass now.” Okay so she didn't baby her car that much but one thing was for certain, she took damn good care of it.
She was ready to say something about the cigarettes, but Doc seemed to remember there was no smoking in the diner himself. Their conversation continued on and Nell nodded when he brought up knowing a thing or two about cars. “Mechanic.” She told him. “I'm actually in the Army and that's what I do day in day out.” The specialist told him. “Granted it helps my dad is a mechanic, so I learned a lot of what I know from him.” There was a fond smile on her face as she talked about him.
“Been thinkin' about when my contract's up though, might end up goin' back to Georgia and join the police force there, or out here even.” Her shoulders shrugged a little as she brought her coffee mug to her lips. Anything and everything about the Autobots was conveniently left out, simply because it wasn't like he need to know about them. Besides, what she was talking about being in the Army or thinking of joining a police force once her contract was up was true.
"Can't say I'm all that surprised to hear you're an army brat," he said. "You seem the type. And I imagine you got excellent training in your field when you went the military route. Good on you. Nice to see kids with that determination to make a career doing what they enjoy, and then sticking with it."
He took a sip of coffee.
"Now, policing!" he said. He set down his cup and squinted. "That's a tough line of work too. Can't say I know too many cops. What makes you interested in going into the police force? Something you wanted to do as a kid?"
Nell laughed a little when the older man spoke. “I wanted to make a difference in some way too. A few guys I served with called me a damn lucky charm cause I could get shit done quick.” Her shoulders shrugged slightly, it wasn't nothing much to her – working fast. Even if it did mean a lot to her fellow soldiers when things were getting heated. Taking another sip of her coffee, she shrugged again when he asked about becoming a cop.
“Honestly, it's sorta same mentality there too...it means makin' a difference in this fucked up world we live in. I knew a lot of good cops growin' up as a kid, and I always looked up to them.” It was really a simplified reasoning. She was not going to tell him about how the cop who told her father about her mother's death kept tabs on both her and her brother. She wasn't going to tell him anything about that, or her reasoning's why. No, the simple reason was the best one to tell.
Besides, she just met the guy and only a handful of people knew about the real reasons why she wanted to be a cop.
As she took another sip from her coffee, Amy was walking back towards the pair while expertly juggling their order along her long arms. “Alrighty!” She word was cheerfully singsonged. “The regular for Doc.” His platter was sat down before Nell's. “And chicken fried steak, over easy eggs, hash browns, and rye toast for you.” Oh, how delicious everything looked and smelled. Her mouth were already watering, and Nell licked her lips. “Thanks.” She commented and she was making a mental note on where this place was – because damn, she was going to end up stopping here anytime she headed towards Vegas.