re_alignment_logs | Chasing a lie I thought I believed in

WHO: Kay and whoever stumbles upon her.

WHERE: Junkpile

WHEN: Today

WHAT: Kay's exploring the Junkpile for some items. If you cross her path and talk to her she'll most likely find an item for you.

WARNINGS: She's a little grumpy after being embarrassed in front of Alpha Trion. Feel like cheering her up?

There's nothing worse than being made a fool in front of your idol. And Kay had learned that all too quickly. Cliffjumper had not only pranked her into thinking he'd been turned into a guitar (a guitar that was now gone, whether by Trion's correction or her own disposal), but some things, like your own competence shouldn't be called out on. At least that's how Kay saw it. But bottling yourself up in your room was getting old, so she took it outside, trekking all the way to the Junkpile to relieve some teenage-girl steam. Although this didn't keep her from her promise to Kagerou either. She sent a text to the robot saying she'd meet him there if he was well enough to go.

From pile to pile she leapt, searching for anything and everything. There wasn't much to find that didn't get scavenged earlier, but it provided a great distraction from everything. She sat crouched, examining what looked to be a whisk before tossing it to the side, scanning this pile once more.

"Stupid."

Whether she was talking about the whisk or something else was to be debated. She flipped her hair out of the way, giving a big sigh before hoisting herself to her feet.

Maybe the next pile would have something.

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"Yeah, those rooms are big when you're, uh, small." He winces, remembering how he'd sprained an ankle falling off his Cybertronian-sized berth.
"I could help you look?"

He could use the distraction, too. And he didn't feel like prying, but maybe she wanted to talk.

He shrugs. "I needed to get away. I guess I thought out here, things would settle down in my head and I could make sense of them." Thus far, no dice.

"Tell me about it. It's like a mansion, but with nothing in it. I have paintbrushes and...a lot of paper, but that doesn't really do the trick, does it." She keeps searching, tugging on something that seems to be stuck inside that pile.

"Y-You'd really help me?"

She turned her gaze back to Drift, eyes slightly wide. "That'd be really great..." She nodded to the piece, as if she was asking him to put it to use right now.

"...It seems like a good place to do that..."

"No, that doesn't seem enough to help." His own room was bare, but he was used to it by now, having moved from warship to warship.

He doesn't answer her question aloud, simply moving to stand beside her, waiting to reach in and pull at the object she was tugging at.

"It's better than being in a room feeling trapped by your own thoughts." He rocked his weight back, slowly pulling the object free.

"If I could just get some chairs...or even a table. That'd be a good start, right?"

She quickly moved out of the way for him, letting him take care of it. Her hands go to her scarf, pulling it closer to her face as she replies.

"Trapped in your own thoughts...what's wrong, Mr. Drift?"

Her eyes widen when she sees what he's pulled out. It's...a microwave.

"That would be a good start." He frowns. "I wonder if the Acolytes could come up with something."

He shrugs, squatting down to wiggle the thing the rest of the way free. "Last week. A lot of things happened and I was pretty powerless to do any of it." That's the essential stuff, he thinks.

He looks over. "Is this good?"

"Hey...that's a good idea! It'd be hard to find a full table in this scrap pile... But the Acolytes might have something!"

She hops up and down, excited at this idea now. It's almost like her bad mood was completely gone. At least up until that last part.

"...Mr. Drift, everyone was powerless against that. Don't blame yourself."

She reaches for the microwave, looking to inspect it.

"Or from that weird store that fell out of the Lambda a while back." He doesn't remember if she was here for that or not. "Someone may have salvaged something useful from that."

Not Drift: he'd idly picked up a dremel tool just to have something. It was the only thing sitting in his room.

"But people got hurt. And that won't just go away."

"What is this, anyway?" Small box? The lid doesn't seem particularly lockable.

"!! I wonder if I can make a table out of stuff from there. It's hard drawing on the ground."

Her eyes soften, setting the microwave down and going over to his leg, leaning against it.

"It was an accident, Mr. Drift. They happen, even if we don't want them to."

At his question, she looks at the microwave.

"Oh, that? It's a microwave! You plug it in and it cooks things for you. Although...I don't think we have outlets here...

Well, Drift's no good at this stuff, but he knows who might be. "Have you asked Perceptor? Either of them?" Sure, Perceptor's normally better at weapons, as far as Drift knows, but he has to be able to, you know, make a table. Much less do wiring.

He nods. "I guess the best we can do is try to pick up pieces. It just seems that, I don't know, everything I want to happen, none of it actually will happen." That probably makes no sense.

"Perceptor? I've...never heard of them. You think they'd make a table for me?"

Believe her, Drift, she knows that feeling. But her hand reaches out and touches leg armor, looking up at him.

"Well, what do you want to happen?"

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