Searching for the perfect

[copperkitty]

WHO: Cheetor and anyone else
WHERE: Junk Pile
WHEN: Today!
WHAT: Cheetor is on a mission to find a desk for Ultra Magnus
WARNINGS: Cheetor

As predicted, finding a desk isn't that difficult out here in the junkpile. In fact, Cheetor's problem is that he's found several desks. Which one does he take to Ultra Magnus? He's no desk expert, and they all seem to be in pretty good condition. Does he choose any of them and hope it goes well? Or should he put serious thought into the design of each desk? In order to choose, he lines them all up and stares at them critically.

No, this doesn't have to be so hard. He eventually decides on a sturdy looking grey one and starts on his next problem: Getting the desk to Vector's temple. Cheetor's proud of his speed, but his upper body strength leaves something to be desired. The first thing he tries do is drag it, but he quickly realizes that it'll be scratched into ribbons by the time he gets it to the temple. He can figure this out, just give him time. The idea that he can ask for help never occurs to him.

Comments

[raceme]

[Blurr wanted to talk to Cheetor again and see if they could fix things. It was by pure luck that he found the other mech in the junkpile but he was going t take the opportunity to approach him.]

....hi.[Saying that Blurr was just a bit awkward was the understatement of the year.]

[copperkitty]

[Cheetor is so focused on trying to move the desk that he doesn't notice Blurr right away. When he glances over at the newcomer, his face brightens slightly at the sight of him, before melting back into an irritated, surly expression.]

...hi...

[He turns away and glares at the desk. Stupid desk.]

[raceme]

[Oi no, keep looking happy you...]

Need ^{any help} with that?

[copperkitty]

Well... I guess so. It's Ultra Magnus' new desk and I want to get it to him in one piece.

[But he doesn't have to be happy about accepting help.]

[raceme]

Newdeskoh..uhm...I think we can move it together without causing it any sort of damage.

[Kitty why so difficult?]

[copperkitty]

[Cheetor's super speed is powered by stubbornness, don't you know.]

Think so huh?

...

Why do you want to help anyway?

[Still suspicious of you bro.]

[raceme]

[All makes sense now!]

I like to help people and I was thinking that maybe we could talk for a little bit now that I actually have control over what I say. [You know, UNLIKE that other time.]

[copperkitty]

[He sighs and finally glances over at him, his green eyes meeting Blurr's blue ones.]

Do you... really not remember what you said?

[Whoops his resolve to never forgive Blurr is slipping.]

[raceme]

No..I can't remember why was I _{doing the things} I was doing either. [Blurr frowns for a nanosec, trying really hard to focus on their last conversations.]

All I know is that it wasn't really <b< me.

[copperkitty]

You said...

[He pauses for a moment before continuing.]

You said that I wasn't worth your time, and... you made fun of me!

I can't help it if I took it a little personally.

[raceme]

Hm.. [That explains why Cheetor was so angry.]

I don't _{remember it} but I know that my other self was ^{saying things} I don't believe and that were ba-si-ca-lly the opposite of what I really think.

[copperkitty]

...

[Does he want to believe you?

Maybe. Yes he does.]

Really?

[raceme]

[Is the truth, you should believe him.

Blurr nods enthusiastically.] I would like to ^{know you} more Cheetor and _{race against you} one day.

[idle_time]

Wreck-Gar tended to spend whatever time he wasn't directing elsewhere in the Junkpile. It wasn't home, but it reminded him of it, and there was always something useful to find there.

For example, so far on today's excursion, he had found a drinking bird, a carburetor, Milton Bradley's Electron Talking Battleship (batteries not included), three D batteries, a broken ceiling fan, two toasters, a Teddy Ruxpin doll, and various lengths of wire, all of which went into the sack he was carrying.

He gave Cheetor a friendly wave as he passed by. "Well, howdy, pilgrim."