Open: Just doing my job, ma'am

[invisiblepinkboat]

WHO: Elita One and anyone in/near Solus' Temple/AKA YOU
WHERE: Solus Temple and Quadrant, just note where you are and she can be there!
WHEN: NOW (plus minus a few days)
WHAT: Exploring the temple, conversations, etc.
WARNINGS: NONE

The corridors underground that would let people approach the temple without having to worry about what the temperature was at that particular moment on the surface were winding, complicated things, and while she was careful, it was hard to resist not going deeper, beyond the lit, well-constructed parts.

But she wandered the temple from her room down to the corridors, several times, mapping out which route took what time, and then the same for the corridors, mostly keeping to the finished parts... Elita also wandered the temple itself curiously, noting rooms, alcolves, crannies... In one of the lower areas, closer, she assumed, to Solus' forge, she found a pale, but opaque crystal that easily came out from between the crack in two large flagstones it'd been sticking out between.

In the light, it changed colour depending on how it was angled, though it lacked any obvious facets. Uncertain what to do with it, but vaguely reminded of stories of crystal gardens and forests on Cybertron at home, she took it with her as she left the sweltering heat of those lower areas, meandering upwards and out onto the surface.

The only issue she had with walking was that it took such time. She didn't really want to change her altmode, but was aware she ought to...

Comments

[automobile_enthusiast]

"Hm. Curious. We lost the use of ours during the war-- energon shortages, you see." But he wasn't really that interested in comparing the medical minutiae of their various wartime shortages...

"Ah. Well... in ideal conditions, yes, it's still possible...." But the tone of his voice made it fairly clear that those ideal conditions were not often met.

[invisiblepinkboat]

She really wasn't either, and shook her helm slowly after a moment.

"Not sure I'd want to try that without some guarantee it'd work, considering the huge differences in how we get altmodes... and what types we can get without any sort of interference." Because she'd rather not lay potentially her life on the line just to get a more usable alt structured around her current frame design without a guarantee it'd mesh with her physiology and usual frame capability.

"But at least it might be an option, so thank you."

[automobile_enthusiast]

"Certainly it's something to think about~." Knock Out smiled a salesmech's smile and sketched a little bow in her direction. "And I hope you'll keep me in mind, if you think on it further, hm? I do like a challenge~."

[invisiblepinkboat]

The attitude was enough to make her pause, and then Elita laughed, shaking her helm in amusement before dipping it in a nod in response to the bow.

"I suppose it is, and I will, if nothing else comes up. This isn't practical enough, after all." She gestured to herself, and then cast a look around the workshop again.

"But, perhaps I should let you finish with your work. It'd be a pity to leave you... non-matching." Slight teasing tone; she does understand the urge, but while she's as well appointed as possible around here, Knock Out, clearly, is a lot more vain than she'd ever be.

[automobile_enthusiast]

Knock Out's mouth twists wryly. "You have no idea," he says with deadpan sarcasm. "It is such a chore." He heaves an exaggerated sigh, then continues more seriously, "But I do have some rather delicate work yet to do, and the fewer distractions the better~."

Decepticon double-speak translation: shoo.

[invisiblepinkboat]

She can hear that translation perfectly well and chuckles, retreating to the doorway before pausing there.

"Much be terribly frustrating, yes. And I'll leave you to your work... distraction-less." She grins dryly before turning back around and leaving.