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.
“Optimism can also keep you alive when you think you're gonna die.” Nell muttered lightly. “I'm not even an optimist.” Which was true, for the most part at least, except she had to have some sorta optimism when things were tough.
As for the bulbs, ZZ might not understand why she was so unenthusiastic about the news of spiders – but Nell wasn't going to explain to him why. That plus, was it really hard to understand why someone would not want hundreds of little spiders crawling all over ones body? Even someone like him could understand not wanting that!
When she made her way towards the next fixture, Nell glanced back at him when he trailed after her for a brief moment before she geared up to step onto his hands. “Spiders next was in that one, and I rather not mess with it before they're dead.” She mentioned off hand as she carefully minded where her feet went.. “I don't do insects, I really don't.” She remarked with a shrug as she reached up to pull a bulb down from this fixture before dumping it into the used bulb box. “I just prefer to avoid them if I can.” And why not?
Sighing, she reached up to replace another one of the bulbs down to also get it discarded. “I like how you think fixing stuff is what I did. I mean, it sorta is – at least with cars but...This is almost like a 'honey do' list Ratchet is giving me to see if I can handle helping him with a thing or two in the medbay.” That was her theory at the very least.
"No, no, no," Zoom-Zoom corrected. "It's sheer spite that keeps you going when you think all hope is lost and you are on your way to meet your maker."
Look, it was fair to say Zoom-Zoom had a…unique outlook on life and death. And how he chose to handle them.
He had also had unique ideas about small critters, be it insects, insect equivalents or otherwise. The minibot had spent a great deal of his life living amongst Iacon's trash, where one often made do with that they had. Control over what extra housemates -vermin included- one might end up with, was something that one simply did not have. And even after he'd joined the Autobot ranks, the fact that he could sit still without complaining in some horrific stuff was invaluable for his work as an infiltrator. Sewage, mud, you name it. So long as it wasn't actively killing him, the minibot didn't have a problem.
"Seriously, what's wrong with insects? They're like a fraction of your size. You could squish with no effort at all."
The size difference between him and the human in his hands wasn't as large as the one between her and the things she didn't want to deal with. Even so, the minibot was acutely aware of how easy it would be to flatten Nell. Mentally, it wasn't adding up for him.
"Honey -what?" Zoom-Zoom asked blankly.
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“That, honestly makes sense too but eh...” She shrugged her shoulders. “Different strokes.” The brunette remarked before she went about to getting back on their work.
His question made her frown a bit as she got the new light up. “I just don't do insects.” Nell replied. “Stupid, yeah, I know – bur I can't stand them and I don't feel like having a thousand fuckin' bugs on me.” At least she admitted her view was well, not the most logical thing on the planet. Sure, she can kill them easily but at the same time? They were still creepy little fuckers.
Besides, she would pick sewage (as gross as that was) and mud any day of the weak if it mean she didn't have to actively deal with creepy crawlies.
As for her mention of a 'honey do' list, Nell glanced down at the mini bot for a brief moment before she popped the tubelight in. “Normally it's someone's significant other who gives them a list of shit that needs to be done.” She explained as she carefully hopped down from his hands. “The list Ratchet gives me to do, feels like one of those damn lists.” The tube was popped into the used bulb part of the cart. “Only name I can think of calling it is well, that.” Because really? She couldn't think of another name to call it.
“Anyways, we got work to do, can see the end of the hallway already.” The mechanic turned handywoman mentioned with a jerk of her head. At least they were nearing the room that held the air ducts that needed the vents to be replaced.
The minibot remained silent in Nell's admittance to her -in his opinion- not very logical fear. Perhaps if Zoom-Zoom was a more empathetic individual, he might have offered up a selection of his own fears. As things stood a) they did not exist within that alternative universe and b) a small selection from Zoom-Zoom's list of fears would still take a considerable portion of the day to cover.
With nothing else to do, alone on his travels, the minibot had had plenty of time to contemplate all the ways he could die a horrible, painful death. With his imagination, the list was long, extensive and oddly specific in some cases.
Zoom-Zoom blinked his optics when Nell gave an explanation to what she meant by a 'honey do list.' His expression scrunched up in confusion and he peered at her through squinted optics.
"Wait. You have a significant other- No, this is a list given between partners...you consider Ratchet as your significant other?" Zoom-Zoom carefully lowered her back to the floor. Once she was free from his hands, he resumed the confused blinking. Not that the human could tell, with his optics hidden away behind his visor.
"I hate to break it to you but I think Ratchet's in a committed relationship with his duty to Prime and the Autobot cause."
So, maybe a honey-do list was the wrong way to explain what Ratchet gave her.
A groan left the woman as Zoom-Zoom spoke and lowered her to the ground, and she was pinching the bridge of her nose. “First off. No.” She told him. “Just no.” She repeated as she looked up at him where her his eyes logically should be.
“I was just comparin' what Ratchet has given me to do, as one of those things – cause they're both never endin' lists of shit to fuckin' do.” Nell told him. “Besides I don't even want to think how things would work out, I just..No. Not goin' there.” She remarked and visibly shuddered.
“You guys, really need to learn some of the various sayin's and idioms we humans have – or else things would get really damn awkward and you're sittin' there with egg on your face.” She commented as she started down the hallway. “For not just you, but for me too.” And that was one of those times where she really just wanted to crawl into some hole and die because Zoom-Zoom thought she considered Ratcher a significant other.
Hell no.
“Anyways, change of subject here..” The woman spoke up as she headed down the hallway. Things were dim lighted down here, but the bulbs did not need absolute replacement like the others had been. “Air filters, just down this way, right?” She asked. “I think once we get them in, and check on some of the wiring down here, we can replace some more bulbs – and call it a day.” She really hoped so, because damn – she wanted to get out of here.
He should probably give this line of questioning a rest.
Zoom-Zoom really didn't want to know if the human was interested in Ratchet. It seemed unlikely but Zoom-Zoom had been on the internet. Anything and everything was fair game to humans, it seemed.
He should drop it.
He really should.
It would do them both a favour.
"Why don't you want to go there, what's wrong with Ratchet?"
That...wasn't dropping it.
OH WELL.
The minibot squinted down at Nell. Honestly, the things this human said made no Primus damn sense at all…
"Egg on my face… is someone going to throw one at me?" he asked blankly. "Will that be you? Are you going to throw eggs at both our faces. That's a weird thing to do with something that's either...a) a source of food. What a waste. Or b) potentially a bird. You people throw pre-animals at each other? How barbaric."
The Autobot padded down the hallway after Nell. "Yep, just in that room."
At the end of the hallway, just before it branched off in an intersection, there was a small room. The area here was dimly lit, but it was enough to get by without stopping to fix up the lights. Inside the room, they'd find some A/C units, quietly ticking away as they funnelled air to the rest of the level. In an opposite corner, there was a cabinet full of supplies needed for maintenance.
Despite his size in comparison to the rest of his species, the minibot was far too large to make use of the materials. This was a job for human hands.
Zoom-Zoom shrugged. "I'm just the tour guide," he said. "If you say we're done, then we're done."
Some people (or 'people' in Zoom-zoom's case) just did not know when to give up.
He was such a 'person', and the look on Nell's face went form shocked, to mortified, to her hand dragging down it as she shook her head.
Was he serious?
Of course he was, because out of all Autobots she had to be working with? It was him, and he was worse at getting figures of speeches than Bluestreak! A heavy sigh turned into a groan.
“He just ain't my type, besides there is some stuff that would just be a 'No'. Don't make me get into details, might break that mind of yours – 'Sug.” Nell remarked with another shake of her head. Of course, him not getting what she was saying was further driven home when he questioned her about egg on their faces.
God, she really needed to stop with the idioms and sayings – except it was oh so hard to do such a thing!
“It's another sayin', you know...those things us humans are oh so fond of.” She remarked. “Just if you're 'caught' with egg on your fact, it's to be made to look like an idiot or to be embarrassed by it.” She commented as she walked down the hallway. “Not throwin' birds at each other like a bunch of damn animals.” At least this trip into the bowels of hell was almost over with, even if her eyes flicked towards the minibot for a moment.
“Don't tempt me into callin' it quits early, it's far too temptin'.” Nell remarked as she opened up the supply closet and shining her light inside – she found the new filters. “I'm just glad this ain't gonna take too long...I'll hand you the old filters, okay?” She asked as she brought out the stack of filters to lean up against the wall, figuring that even though he was far too large to do much work with the filters – he could at least hold onto them!
Had Nell simply just started her explanation with "Not my type", Zoom-Zoom probably would have accepted that and moved on.
Probably.
His mouth did have the tendency to run itself.
"You could have just said so in the first place," he groused, like it was Nell's fault he had no vocaliser filter.
Zoom-Zoom squinted down at the human as she offered up an explanation to the whole mystery of egg and...embarrassment.
What.
"I get that it’s a saying," the minibot replied. He knew that much about humans at least. "It's plain weird though. I'm just….not seeing the relationship between pre-birds and the concept of embarrassment. Like was there some sort of arcane ritual meant to embarrass a person that involves this egg business? It seems like such an awfully random thing to end up in your language otherwise."
Zoom-Zoom watched as Nell rummaged through the supply closet. "I don't mind doing less work," he replied, enthusiastic to see this venture come to an end. "Less work is good. No, wait, ignore that. Less outside work is great. Work in general is lame but if more indoor work means less outside work then more indoor work it is."
If they clocked in early...there was every chance someone might saddle him with a job that send him out of the Omega base...
"Let's keeping going," the minibot said brightly, changing his mind. "Fix everything that needs fixing down here."
He moved maybe a centimetre close at Nell's request to hold the filters. The minibot cautiously eyed his the human then his feet. Well...he hadn't stood on her yet accidentally… Zoom-Zoom shuffled closer, within reaching distance.
"So, going way, way back, how exactly are you going to help Ratchet in the medbay?"
The human was pretty small. Not that Zoom-Zoom was one to talk or comment on it, given that he'd been on the receiving end of every short joke imaginable.
It was growing apparent that Nell had met her match when it came to mouths having the tendency to run themselves.
Zoom-Zoom, was really getting the best of her in that department. The biggest thing, was that she wasn't sure whether to be laughing – or wishing she could deck him like she would a jackass human. Okay, the more he talked the more she realized it was seriously a mixture of both.
Because god damn, he was getting annoying and Nell let out a soft grumble as she shook her head at him. “It's basically a 'you ate like a damn pig and got your food all over your face' type of thing, I needa get you all some book on sayin's so I don't have to explain them every five minutes.” She remarked, and goddamn – she was not going to use them less just because some of the aliens had not picked up on human culture yet! Sure, she got that some of them were hoping they wouldn't be here that long (like ZZ), but they were here now. For who knows how long of time.
For now, she was just trying to make the best of it – or at least try to given how she generally was.
At least he seemed to have a good idea to the whole 'finishing early' bit, and then the woman groaned when he brought up they should keep going. Great, this long day was going to be a lot longer now that he said that. She reached up to brush her hair away from her face, and she let out a heavy sigh. “Fine, we'll get as much done as we can.” She muttered. “I don' get why you wouldn't want to be outside though, sure it's hotter than hell out there – but it's better than being down here in the dark like a couple of fuckin' bats.” She remarked before gearing up to getting these filters in.
As for helping Ratchet, her attention turned back to him and she hummed a bit. “Well, I guess being tiny compared to you Cybertronians has it's advantages. I can reach into places he can't, and if something happens to one of you out on the road...? We can sorta...cover things up a bit. Ambulance, and a tow truck driver type of cover up.” She explained as she got the filters slowly replaced, careful with the dirty filters.
It was Zoom-Zoom's not so humble opinion that he wasn't the problem here. This clearly showed in what he said next.
"Or you could just, yanno, not use them," was out of the minibot's mouth before he'd thought much about it.
There was one half of Zoom-Zoom that was utterly disinterested in learning anything about humans and their culture. On an emotional level, he just didn't care, they weren't Cybertronians, they didn't matter to him. Then there was the part of him that scrapped for every bit of info that would keep him alive and in low profile. So this conversation, ridiculous as he found it, was proving useful to him, in its own way. Even though Zoom-Zoom was lowering his estimation of the human race with each saying Nell casually brought up.
When Nell addressed his perfectly logical hang ups about the great outdoors, the minibot frowned, pressing his lip plates together. He…had no interest in delving into his many, many issues on this topic.
"Going outside on this planet sucks," Zoom-Zoom informed her. For once, that's all he had to say about the topic. Ahaha, let's not get into the time he'd had a cave dropped on top of him thanks to Megatron. Or, you know, got anywhere in the vicinity of Megatron. No thank you. As far as the minibot was concerned, it had firmly turned him off venturing outside the Omega base.
At her answer to why the human was working with Ratchet…okay, yes he could see the use. The minibot accepted Nell's answer without another word, he'd gotten a response that was sensible and answered the question he had. He quietly accepted the dirty filters that Nell removed from the units.
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