re_alignment_logs | Gotta get clean every now and then... [closed]

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Gotta get clean every now and then... [closed]

WHO: Elita One, Ambulon
WHERE: The washracks with the energon springs under Solus Prime's temple.
WHEN: After the conversation Elita and Ambulon has in his post.
WHAT: Bathing. :|
WARNINGS: None

Even if the slowly rising temperatures outside would've mattered in any grave way for Cybertronians, down here, in the tunnel leading to the washracks and the rather lovely energon pools, there was no way to tell the outside had become uncomfortable for organics.

Walking along the corridor while waiting for Ambulon to appear, Elita was studying the setup of the lightning here, to, if nothing else, see what supplies would be needed to maybe get better lighting inside both this and the other washracks. Headlights and optics and whatall, but better lightning in places where you were going to get clean was probably a good idea.

It'd make things easier, if nothing else.

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"I'm not sure if I told you this, but Cybertron was once overrun by a horde of Insecticons for a while," Ambulon explained. "It was... pretty nightmarish, from the reports I've read."

Ambulon chortled. "Your Ultra Magnus much like the Magnus here?" Not that he thought Magnus was too serious or too strict, but being so high strung... Even Ambulon kind of thought he should lighten up. He looked to Elita. "You ought to sit down and chat with Cliffjumper sometime. Connect. It's good to have someone who has experienced what you have." He shrugged. "Well, you know what I mean."

Ambulon... paused. He blinked, looked away, then back to Elita. "Speaking of tension... How are you?" He meant that both physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Grimacing at that, she can easily imagine it.

"Around and after Unicron attacked, there twisted mutants and something we simply called demons coming from the center of the planet, up to the surface... Not a horde by any means, but unpleasant enough. And I might talk to him."

She shook her helm slowly, tucking the suggestion into a queue; there wasn't much reason to go talk to him, she thought, since while they came from the same reality, they didn't know each other... and didn't even really know the same mechs at all, except for Huffer and the Dinobots.

"Ultra Magnus is... not very similar," Elita said with a little smile. "The Magnus I know isn't as... bound." It seemed like the simplest way of phrasing it, and then she had to look up at Ambulon, helm tilting.

"I'm... fine." A shrug. "I miss the bots I know, and my teacher, but I'm also used to being separated from the main force, so to speak." And being alone, even if that wasn't what she might prefer.

"Still, probably wasn't too easy an adjustment here at first," Ambulon said. He'd been panicked out of his medical mind when he arrived. Probably missed most of what the Acolytes told him; thank God for the nice people of Haven to fill him in with what his shock muted.

However... Ambulon continued rubbing at his neck. "You know, though," he said, "it's... I mean, it's not my strongest suit, and it's all rather basic stuff I picked up during research and a few test runs, but I... I can help with any. Tension. Physically speaking." He patted his shoulder for emphasis. "You know, basic... basic stuff."

Somehow it felt weird? offering Elita a massage. Especially when the execution had been as smooth as sand paper.

"It wasn't. But at least you got an explanation immediately and woke up somewhere instead of out in the junk," huffed Elita, a faint fuzz of static along the words and shook her helm.

It'd taken a few cycles before they'd had explanations, those first of them who'd had to wake up in the Junk Pile. But then, they'd also got to talk to the Firstforged.

"Ah... I wouldn't mind that." She smiled easily, the back pounted, wing-like panels shifting automatically at the suggestion. It sounded rather nice, in fact.

"It was different for you?" Ambulon asked, blinking. "I thought everyone woke up in the temple of their aligned Firstforged." He tilted his head. "Huh."

Ambulon hesitated a few seconds, cheekplates heating up just a little. He... really didn't get this apprehension. Elita was no different from anyone else; her frame was unique, but... Well, she was smart, witty, pretty funny--

Ambulon cleared his vocalizer. "I--" He cleared it again when the word came out in a small static glitch. Oops. "I," and his tone was normal again, "hope it will help, at least."

He turned to face her, getting close; once he had access to her back, his wet hands carefully touched her shoulders. Took a moment before Ambulon started working in simple effleurage circles and strokes. "You'll tell me if there's any pain, all right? There may be some initial tension, but that is normal."

"Everyone after us, yes," said Elita, nodding as she turned around to present her back to Ambulon after he actually got moving.

She had to tuck her back-mounted panels slightly forward and to her sides, but they were flexible and made for that, and with the change in her altmode, she carried a lot less kibble on her back where the panels joined up.

"Apparently we, the very first group, weren't expected. There's been one group of refugees here before us, long gone before we arrived... and the First Forged were apparently not expecting any new arrivals."

Humming, her helm tilting forwards and optics flickering and then dimming as Ambulon started to work. His hands were warm and strong and yes... that was definitely nice.

"Anyone after the group I arrived with have been moved to and woken up in the temples." Her engine idling slightly louder the longer he worked, Elita did catch the tension, tight and angry, but it was slowly being worked out, so why would she complain?

Fingers caressed along seams, up and down dermal plating and armor. "The refugees here before us... Anyone know anything about them?" he asked. His thumbs pushed against the edges of one shoulder seam, drawing down two identical lines with easy pressure. "And... The first of you to arrive - are you all that's left? Or are there still members of your party here?"

In terms to the first group that fell from the Lambda. He worked the heel of his palms into her back, scooting forward, just a little. Either it was the pool or something else, but he was feeling a little warm. "How does it feel?" Ambulon asked, suddenly, clearing his vocalizer. He thread fingers into the back of her neck, careful of the pumps and more tender plating.

Her optics now a muted cerulean, glow nearly non-existent as the warm friction from Ambulon's hands worked itself outwards, Elita carefully shook her helm.

"It's... rather amazing. If you could... concentrate on the neck and the seams? And no, I'm not the only one from those of us first to arrive." Lacing her fingers together and resting them against her abdomen to feel the low thrumming of her idling engine in conjunction with Ambulon's hands that were, actually, loosing tension she hadn't been aware of, Elita frowned toughtfully.

"Starscream, Jetfire, Optimus... Hmm, some of the human children, Wing and Drift. The Shockwave from Barricade's reality. Blurr. I might be forgetting some, but that's a few that are still here."

Humming as she thought, Elita twitched her back-mounted panels instead of her shoulders in a shrug.

"And the only ones who'd know about the earlier refugees would be the Firstforged. I don't think anyone's actually asked. The buildings around the Haven that aren't the temples were made by said refugees, though." She waved a hand around them to indicate and include the washrack they were sitting in with its energon pools as an example.

Ambulon nodded, turning his attention back on her neck. He worked a few effleurage circles and kneading petrissage along and around the seams before settling into harder pressure. Nothing too painful, however.

"Sounds like we gained more than we lost," he said. "Those you mentioned are still here." Ambulon pressed his thumbs to the base of her cranial chamber, working them down the nape, toward the center of her back, repeating the process in reverse. "Do you think there's a reason the Firstforged have remained so quiet about the original refugees?" he asked. "Or do you think, since no one's asked, they don't think it's important."

Ambulon scooped the warm liquid in both hands, poured it down Elita's neck before returning to work. "I guess we could ask Solus when we visit her?" he suggested. "Though I wonder if that'd be too pressing and demanding, considering what I'm going to ask her."

"Maybe, yes... I do know there were more at the beginning of us than what are left now of the first wave, so to speak, but all of us haven't disappeared either," Elita said, the words breathed out and a slight static underlaying them as she relaxed.

"I'd guess it could be a bit of both, truly. No one's really asked, and well. Given the Badlands and what's responsible, they might prefer not to say much, but there ought to be no harm in asking, I don't think."

She'd have to come up with something to give back, for this. Because this was rather fantastic.

"Maybe they're worried we wouldn't be able to handle the truth," Ambulon suggested, only half-serious. He knead the edges of his palms into her lower back, and back up. Resting on her neck again, repeating the process.

"But, well... We'll see, I guess." He smirked. "Maybe we can ask a question each?" He drew his hands back, dipping them in the pool. "How do you feel?" Ambulon inquired. "There's going to be some initial soreness for a bit and a little tomorrow, but all and all, should have helped loosen up any actuators and joint-cramps."

Elita chuckled, taking it mostly for the part-joke it was even as she dipped her helm in a brief acknowledgement. It was possible, after all, if only because of the reasons they might have disappeared.

Unicron, the Badlands and the Lambda.

"I doubt she'd mind that," Elita said with a laugh and then gently shifted her shoulders and neck. Letting out a vent that was as much waste heat as it was relief, Elita stood up with a bright smile and tugged Ambulon up with her.

"It feels great, thank you."

Before she stepped away, Elita got close and tugged Ambulon towards her, hugging him for a few moments.

Ambulon went to respond but then--oh. Oh. His optics widened, glowing brightly. This was... unusual? Not the fact it was Elita - well, just a little - but... He'd never been an affectionate person. Not one for touching. For a moment, Ambulon debated what to do. What did-- Oh, right! Feeling slightly stupid, Ambulon slowly raised his arms and hugged her back. Very, very lightly and loosely, not knowing if she'd appreciate it or--or whatever.

Ambulon gently pulled back, hands floating nervously at her elbows. "It was..." he swallowed, and smiled, optics still a little too-bright. "The pleasure was all mine."

He looked to the exit. "I guess it's back to the real world then."

The fact that she hadn't completely misjudged and that he was hugging back was enough for her, however hesitantly he was doing it.

Meeting his smile with one of her own, Elita nodded as she turned and got out of the pool.

"This was just as real as anything, but yes, I suppose you're right," she said, laughing briefly, optics bright. "Ready, then?"

Ambulon chortled. "Off we go, then." He gestured forward, as if to say "ladies first". Except, well, he really didn't know that term. Still, manners, he supposed.

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dw if you eat this again stg

/om nomnom ;v

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OKAY SEE NOW I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO USE THIS ICON

WELL THAT'S OKAY BECAUSE CUTE

ROLLS INTO BALL