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[fugitrix]

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'.

Comments

[kungfugeek]

"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?"

[fugitrix]

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?"

[kungfugeek]

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?

[fugitrix]

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."