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re_alignment_logs2014-03-09 01:57 am
raceme) wrote in re_alignment_logs2014-03-09 01:57 am
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Who: Cliffjumper and Starscream
Where: Trion's library
When: Night
What: Blurr's playing matchmaker.
Warnings: Probably really flustered robots.
Observing others was something Blurr was more than passing familiar with. He was a spy and most of his missions involved a lot of long days doing nothing but reading body languages, studying speech patters and paying close attention to conversations.
Some behaviours were more familiar than others and he noticed the way Cliffjumper and Starscream bantered, chatted and looked after each other. It almost seemed like they were the only ones who didn't see what was in front of them. He didn't know Starscream all that much yet but he liked to think that he knew Cliffjumper well enough to tell when the mech needed a little push.
And thus a plan was set. Blurr asked each one of them to meet him at Trion's library. Blurr told Starscream he wanted to show him some science books he had found. Cliffjumper received the message that Blurr wanted to practice his powers some more.
He wouldn't be there when they arrived but one of Blurr's firelizards would make sure to lock them inside once they were in the same room. Blurr hopped that Trion wouldn't be too bothered by the fact he used one of the tables to set a dinner for them.
On the table there were also two envelopes with their names written on the outside. Inside, there was a small note. Starscream's one read 'Say yes' while Cliffjumper's had 'Ask him out' written on it.
Where: Trion's library
When: Night
What: Blurr's playing matchmaker.
Warnings: Probably really flustered robots.
Observing others was something Blurr was more than passing familiar with. He was a spy and most of his missions involved a lot of long days doing nothing but reading body languages, studying speech patters and paying close attention to conversations.
Some behaviours were more familiar than others and he noticed the way Cliffjumper and Starscream bantered, chatted and looked after each other. It almost seemed like they were the only ones who didn't see what was in front of them. He didn't know Starscream all that much yet but he liked to think that he knew Cliffjumper well enough to tell when the mech needed a little push.
And thus a plan was set. Blurr asked each one of them to meet him at Trion's library. Blurr told Starscream he wanted to show him some science books he had found. Cliffjumper received the message that Blurr wanted to practice his powers some more.
He wouldn't be there when they arrived but one of Blurr's firelizards would make sure to lock them inside once they were in the same room. Blurr hopped that Trion wouldn't be too bothered by the fact he used one of the tables to set a dinner for them.
On the table there were also two envelopes with their names written on the outside. Inside, there was a small note. Starscream's one read 'Say yes' while Cliffjumper's had 'Ask him out' written on it.
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I can't fraggin' believe you just said that... What the slag. [Scowling at the very much closed and locked door, Cliffjumper kicked it. What the frag was going on?]
So what're ya doin' here?
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You're in a library. Surely it must be a rare phenomenon so I had to ask.
[ now he wanders over to the door, applying some pressure to it. it's not going to give. they'll have to ask someone to let them out. ]
Hmm? [ oh the question. ] Blurr said he had something to show me. Yourself?
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... Blurr... said he wanted me to be here so he could practice his power... [Cliffjumper says slowly and then turns around to lean against the door as his glance goes from Starscream to around the room to---
Table.
Very. Nicely arranged. Table. He couldn't be fragging serious.]
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though the moment that the red mech mentions that Blurr had also asked him here, his processor starts to catch up. he's looking over everything just like Cliffjumper is.
this is so cliche that it hurts.
instead of getting upset or angry, or even flustered, Starscream just laughs. all of this work, just to set them up. it's pretty funny, if not cute of Blurr. ]
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[Well, maybe the cliché is, but Cliffjumper's not ready to look at it that way - all he's seeing is right now making him want to throw something. Or a punch.]
He did--- Where the slag did he get the idea!?
[Anotehr stare to the table and then Starscream and then Cliffjumper abruptly looks away, glowering.
This is stupid and Blurr had no fragging idea what he was doing and this wouldn't lead anywhere! It was Starscream---
Well, yes. It was Starscream. This Starscream. Cliffjumper's engine revved in angry frustration.]
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[ he waves the angry mech off, drawing closer to the table. chances are that if they really want out, they can get out. then again, Blurr is likely watching this if he went through all this trouble to set them up. ]
I'm sure he means well... And has likely watched one too many romantic comedies while being on Earth.
[ not like those work in REAL LIFE anyway. ]
Of course, if being in a locked room with me bothers you so much...
[ yes, he had been going for fake hurt, but he can't hold it in. his processor isn't quite up to speed about what Blurr might actually see in this. right now, he's assuming it's kind of a gag. or a trick. a prank maybe!
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Yeah, yeah. You're right. And I totally think he has done that too.
[Waving a hand in the air dismissively, Cliffjumper took another measured vent and then approached the table as if it was going to blow up. At least he had calmed down.]
Only 'cause if you'd get bored, there'd be nothin' to distract ya with, but there's a whole slaggin' library in here, so I think we're good.
[He grins and then stops at the table, eyeing the arrangement.]
... At least we ain't gonna need to refuel any time soon.
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[ the table, that is. slowly, Starscream circles it, taking everything in. Blurr certainly is thorough. there's a thought to how long the little mech had been planning this. everything is set so neatly...
then Cliffjumper pulls him out of his thoughts with that comment and the flier rolls his optics. ]
I am not the one with a short attention span, thank you.
[ now he's going to sit down. NOT GOING TO LET ENERGON GO TO WASTE, NOPE. ...even if it does taste a little odd. ]
Frankly, I am just hoping there's no high grade involved with this.
[ Starscream can't hold it, man. ]
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[Trailing off, he sat down, feeling like he was walking right into what Blurr had planned, and that brought up his annoyance again even if it also was sort of funny.
Starscream's comment briefly distracted him from the note that seemed to come with the seating, and he'd have to turn it over to read it.]
If there is, I promise to hold nothin' against you.
[He grinned then, sharply, but certainly meant it. He was not petty enough to bring up something like that against a friend... Which Starscream certainly was no matter how odd that was to think sometimes.
But it seemed Blurr had gotten strange ideas from somewhere, and Cliffjumper wasn't sure how. It wasn't like he... he sharply shook his helm and shrugged.]
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'say yes' it says. say yes to what exactly. his optics dim in confusion before he shrugs and sets it aside. the implication isn't likely to hit him until later. besides... he's distracted by Cliffjumper's words. ]
I'd certainly hope not! I will admit that I can't hold it well. It's why you don't see me indulging.
[ that and, well. being overly affectionate isn't likely a good thing, now is it? ]
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Valid reason as any. Not like it matters much. Think this is pretty standard grade, though, so no reason to worry... [Poking the cube in front of him in emphasis, Cliffjumper picked up the note.
Read it twice and then had to swallow the outraged squawk that probably would've sounded like a broken tea kettle, but there was nothing to do about the sudden rev of his engine or flaring optics.]
Blurr!
[This was just--- Why was he--- Cliffjumper threw an immediate "what the FRAG!" over the comm to his friend, but considering what was going on, he didn't expect a response and instead jerked off his seat and stomped off.
He couldn't just sit there and what the slag was Blurr thinking!? It wasn't like he---]
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usually, it's kind of a funny/amusing thing to watch. this time, Starscream is just a little confused. maybe concerned. ]
Cliffjumper?
[ now the smaller one is huffing and walking away more like stalking. venting a sigh, Starscream decides to get up and try to soothe the ferocious little beast that is the minibot. ]
Dare I ask what that is about?
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And then when Starscream comes up beside him, Cliffjumper comes to an abrupt stop, stares up at him and blushes, field flexing erratically.]
Nothing! He's bein' stupid and--- [Another expansive wave of his arms before he jerkily crosses them over his chestplates and scowls, looking off.]
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usually when he's caught unawares or when emotions are involved. ]
Stupid, hmmm?
[ it's a tone that indicates Starscream doesn't quite believe that. whatever Blurr had to say must've been impressive to make him shut down like that instead of just, well, ranting and threatening the little spy.
so he takes a stroll, back to the table. to Cliffjumper's card. he flips it over to read. once... twice... three times.
then it's Starscream that sputters, grip on that card tight. ]
B-Blurr!
[ IS HE SUPPOSED TO SAY YES TO THIS???? ]
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[The dark mutter with accompanying glare that went between floor and door rose abruptly as Cliffjumper caught Starscream going back to the table and then he just...
Groans and hides his faceplate in his hands.]
Told ya to fraggin' not... look.
[Starscream is sort of adorable when flustered thugh--- WHAT THE FRAG is he even thinking!?]
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Starscream's just so stunned that he can't even process this. his wings are as tense as they can be and he can't even look at Cliffjumper now... ]
I-Is this w-what I should be saying yes to? Why would he think-
[ ah ah ah what's going oooon. ]
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[Not that Starscream is looking at him, but, you know. He throws is hands up in the air and then grumbles, trying to get control of his field and bright optics.
At least both of them are flustered and confused by this and he's never even thought about Starscream in this capacity (why would he) so where the slag did Blurr get the idea---
With a growl and an accompanying near-roaring rev of his engine, Cliffjumper stomps back to the table, giving Starscream a rather wide berth just to try and hide his still-fluttering EM field, and collapses heavily back into the chair.]
UGH. Whatever.
[He still can't look at Starscream though.]
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not that they don't work well together, they do and -
and going back over to his side to sit, elbows on knees and just putting his face in his hands. ]
Walked right into it too...
[ they had. both of them...
now how awkward could this get. ]
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... Yeah, we did didn't we. Ya know it doesn't... I mean. We can just---
[Sliding down in his seat, Cliffjumper lowered his gaze back down to fix it on the energon cube, reaching out to fiddle with it because what's he supposed to say?]
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We're both equally flustered, Cliffjumper.
[ don't start digging your own holes. the flustering is sort of adorable, yes, but encouragement... comfort... suggestions.... don't really need that right now. just one step at a time. calm down... ]
This is just ridiculous...
[ why, though, is it embarrassing - that's the ridiculous part. shouldn't they just be laughing this off and carrying on? it isn't like they haven't done this before, really. they've shared plenty of meals. does the setting really make the difference? or is there something they can't see but someone like Blurr can... ]
I need a drink.
[ he's thinking too much, basically. stop him. he's trying to apply science to this. ]
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Well, luckily, we've got energon right here in front of us.
[Tapping the cube he had been fiddling with, Cliffjumper picked it up with a hesistant but lopsided grin and eyed it.]
I mean, it'd be kinda a pity... I suppose, to let it go to waste.
[The next vent in was deeper than usual, and he still felt... unsettled, antsy. Flustered, but Starscream's comment had managed to pull him away from the immediate burning churn of it.]
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then it falls into an easy, but exasperated smile. shaking his helm, he chuckles. picking up the energon once more, there's a nod in Cliffjumper's direction. ]
One good thing about being locked in here, right?
[ his nerves are still pretty frazzled though. ]
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Pretty, uh, good energon though.
[It's stupid, the way he keeps being flustered, because he shouldn't be just because Blurr thought something that isn't there and locked them up.
For some reason he can't just laugh it off while being angry at Blurr for locking them in though, and... he's got no idea how to deal with that.]
Hope he fraggin' well ain't gonna keep us here all smeltin' night!
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[ not a bad one, but it's still there. Cliffjumper could make fun of him for that. it isn't like Starscream hasn't done the same once or twice.
but he'll drink it all the same. ]
I doubt Blurr would go that far.
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Just somewhat, but it was enough.]
Doubt it's the same I got from your energon, but hopefully ain't too bad?
[Chuckling about it was all he was going to do at the moment, though. Then he let out a huge, long-suffering static sigh, shifting in his seat a little.]
Who the frag knows. I didn't even think he'd do somethin' like this.
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