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WHO: Arcee & Power Joe
WHERE: Arcee's place at Leige's temple
WHEN: Tonight
WHAT: Power Joe's date is not his date. :C!!
WARNINGS: Power Joe's extreme disappointment

There were few things that Arcee could find in common with this alternate... him, but at the very least tell that this Arcee was just as sneaky and cautious as he is. When he woke up in a well worn hideaway in the recesses of Leige's ceilings, all he had to clue him in where he was were a few scraps of belongings -- a keycode, a room number -- and the ever helpful information of Leige's drones.

He killed the one that pointed him to his room quickly, since it had been so kind to help him out.

This other Arcee was an abomination, he decided. He wasn't sure what exactly the other mech was, but as he read through her information and watched the records of her recordings, he at least had settled on that she was a crime against creation. Wherever she was -- she -- she was gone now at least. And good riddance.

In his research on the other inhabitants of the Haven, the temples, this Prowl (that Prowl), he had forgotten entirely about the freak's 'date'.

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"Well, whatever she is, she's not here."

At the very least, it seemed ever since he showed up, his alternate universe version had vanished. Probably for good riddance. Aside from weirding him out a bit, from what he could tell she hadn't been a particularly happy mech. He didn't quite know the whole story.

"Going to come in or not? I'll pour you some energon, if you drink that."

He squints at him, fairly unsure.

"Maybe she just forgot, though figure if she's going to come around it'll be here."

"Yeah, I'm starting to see that."

His tone's pretty dry. This wasn't the same Arcee he'd asked out. The one who was so oddly intrigued by the thought of it. And, you know, the whole physical difference. It was a tad unsettling, if he could be frank about it.

"I...I'm not sure."

It was true. He honestly didn't know what to do. Should he try and take this and roll with it? Or is it technically betrayal to his date?

...

"She wouldn't forget this. ...Would she?"

Why is he even asking.

Arcee gives a small shrug, clueless as much as he was indifferent to the question.

"I don't know. Never met her."

He turns, slipping into the room, and then squats and begins to scavenge through the furniture and belongings. He had to admit-- abomination of a Cybertronian or not, she was smart. From what he could tell she didn't really quite live in the room as much as she used it as one of numerous storage points, and none of her belongings were out in the open.

Eventually he makes a sound of triumph and pries a loose plate free from under a storage cabinet. The cabinet itself was empty, but beneath it... He pulls out a gun and a few energon snacks. He pops one of the hard crystals into his mouth, then holds one out in offer over his shoulder.

"Want some?"

And PJ--for some reason, awkwardly steps in. Even if she--HE was different than what he'd...really expected. Awkward doesn't even begin to describe it. There's a quick glance around, as if slightly nervous looking at the room while it's 'owner' isn't really in it.

PJ was loud an obnoxious at times, but even he could be humble.

"Yeah, figures you wouldn't." It's a low grumble if anything, hardly audible.

But at that sound, he perks up, his 'ear' pieces flicking slightly as his neck cranes to get a better glimpse. Huh. He had to pride Arcee (the girl one) on her smuggling habits. She sure knew where to hide things.

"Uh...sure..."

And he takes it, popping one in his mouth.

"It's weird. I got stood up and I don't even think it's her fault."

"Hate to break it to you, but you're probably better off. Sneaky glitches like this would be just as likely to slip a knife between your plates as much as they would be to share a drink."

He should know. He's one of them. Still, he throws the snacks up on the berth and then crawls across the floor, tapping against the wall to see if he finds any more hidden stashes. His optics eventually follow the wall to the ceiling, a broad grin spreading across his lips as he spots the vent there.

"Can't say I understand the appeal."

He traces the floor, checking for scuffs, then bends over in front of the wall and flips over onto his hands against it. He hooks his feet into grooves in the wall, then hoists himself up to the ceiling.

"You don't get it, huh."

It's almost said casually, with a pop of an energon goodie into his mouth. As much as his engine was accustomed to this stuff, it had such a different taste in comparison to gasoline. Not that it was bad, just...

Different.

"If ya treat her like a freak, you can't blame her for wanting to go at anything that looks at her wrong. She's not a freak, she's just Arcee.

Is this making any sense?"

Arcee makes a slight face even as he moves the vent cover aside so he can hoist himself in. He doesn't really think much of going about his routine with the other mech there -- Power Joe didn't seem to care either -- but he pops his head back down at the question.

"Not really. You don't think she seems, I dunno, weird to you?"

Because frankly he's still having trouble grasping why she's alive, let alone the fact someone was interested romantically. Not really his business, though. Even if he was curious.

At the very least, he drops down with some more food supplies, and then starts emptying a bag full of energon cubes on a table.

"Doesn't seem there's much high grade. You want high grade?"

It is a bit surprising, having the male equivalent of your date suddenly scrounging around in 'his'/'her' belongings. But that by far was the least surprising thing of the night. His fingers tap against his chin as he grabs another energon goodie, popping it in his mouth.

Well...not quite the 'dinner' he was expecting...

"Weird? Nothin' compared to what I had back home. I mean she seems shy and stuff but...you know."

No, he doesn't, PJ. And when those cubes are emptied out, his gaze looks up.

"Well...up to you. I mean, you're my 'date' kind of...really kind of."

Why did it feel so weird to say it now?

Arcee settles back against the berth, pushing himself back until his winglets were pressed down to make room to lean back comfortably.

"High grade it is."

He cracks open two of the cubes and helps himself to one, taking a deep drink. High grade always burned down the intake, warming his fuel tank as it pooled in it. He lets out a pleasant sigh and pats Power Joe on the shoulder.

"You could do better." It's hard for him to describe why he was so disturbed by his alternate. He couldn't quite put it to words and it didn't seem like the human made mech really got it. Sure, he could tell she was unstable, but--

"'She'. That's it. That's what bothers me about her. It just rolls off the tongue automatically and that bugs me. It's unnatural."

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