[ti]Ep 3[/ti]From Out of Nowhere (Closed)
Mar 9, 2021 1:26:44 GMT -5
Post by Dart on Mar 9, 2021 1:26:44 GMT -5
"I'm okay, sir," Dart replied quickly. Her comm struggled with the connection. It crackled with static, rising and falling as if someone was attempting to find one decent station on a cheap AM radio.
At least it was holding, she was worried that it would decide today was not the day to work, and this was the last place she wanted to find herself unable to hear what the other mechs were talking about. Not at all. Especially with the orders Pyrotech had just given out.
"No, sir," Dart stammered as the ice cream truck veered away from her.
Well, okay, she kinda liked that rainbow unicorn swirl ice-pop decal. It had star-shaped sprinkles. That wasn't half bad.
Her instinctive reaction at Placebo's approach was a twitch and flinch of her mirrors, but she didn't dare swerve again on the sand. She didn't want to accidentally hit him, not even for the chance at a cute decal.
However, as the blue mech slowed and dropped back to be out of the way of the others, he seemed to be utterly aware and respectful of her space and his own on the smooth expanse and gave her more than enough room to steady herself and keep going.
Dart was grateful for that, and then flicked one of her side mirrors forward slightly she listened to the mech's laughter segue into a bit about about decals.
It was interesting, he was absolutely right. One of those things that she didn't feel like many Cybertronians noticed. People slapped stickers on cars, they adorned them with personal touches and things that made them stand out individually. Like crazy dancing hula girls on the dashboard to wide pipes and ground effects of blue and violet neon stippling against the dark asphalt. Little things that made them look less perfect, more lived-in. She tried to keep an empty water bottle and books in herself for those purposes.
Humans had things in their cars all the time. A completely spotless empty car, especially one of her age and condition would be a headscratcher, that was for sure.
At least it was holding, she was worried that it would decide today was not the day to work, and this was the last place she wanted to find herself unable to hear what the other mechs were talking about. Not at all. Especially with the orders Pyrotech had just given out.
"No, sir," Dart stammered as the ice cream truck veered away from her.
Well, okay, she kinda liked that rainbow unicorn swirl ice-pop decal. It had star-shaped sprinkles. That wasn't half bad.
Her instinctive reaction at Placebo's approach was a twitch and flinch of her mirrors, but she didn't dare swerve again on the sand. She didn't want to accidentally hit him, not even for the chance at a cute decal.
However, as the blue mech slowed and dropped back to be out of the way of the others, he seemed to be utterly aware and respectful of her space and his own on the smooth expanse and gave her more than enough room to steady herself and keep going.
Dart was grateful for that, and then flicked one of her side mirrors forward slightly she listened to the mech's laughter segue into a bit about about decals.
It was interesting, he was absolutely right. One of those things that she didn't feel like many Cybertronians noticed. People slapped stickers on cars, they adorned them with personal touches and things that made them stand out individually. Like crazy dancing hula girls on the dashboard to wide pipes and ground effects of blue and violet neon stippling against the dark asphalt. Little things that made them look less perfect, more lived-in. She tried to keep an empty water bottle and books in herself for those purposes.
Humans had things in their cars all the time. A completely spotless empty car, especially one of her age and condition would be a headscratcher, that was for sure.