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oriana_pax ([personal profile] oriana_pax) wrote2008-03-28 05:54 pm

Nexus trip

Oriana waves to Optimus where he's sitting on Kigan's hip, then slips into the passenger seat of the little purple Mini and carefully closes the door. "What does 'girl time' mean anyway, Cureall? I tried to look it up and couldn't find a really clear definition."

Then she looks over her shoulder and feels a little wistful as she sees Optimus scrambling for his basketball. She still suspects that her original liked that game. But the thought of several hours spent with her best friend and foster mother is also appealing, even though she has no idea what they'll be doing.

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-29 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Cureall laughs softly as they cruise smoothly along the road. "The phrase is more human, where females go through many biological issues, that they must talk about. But in our case? We are going to go put pretty clothes on you and discuss how you feel about the males in our lives."

[identity profile] oriana-pax.livejournal.com 2008-03-29 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"How I feel...." Oriana gives the dash a bewildered look. "I don't understand."

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-29 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm, are they good to you? Has there been anybody you have a crush on? You don't mind babysitting little Optimus, do you?"

[identity profile] oriana-pax.livejournal.com 2008-03-29 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Kigan and Optimus are always good to me, and I love babysitting."

Then she frowns slightly. "Crush?"

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-29 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"This one does not meet all of the people you do. She was wondering if you made and male friends you see in a romantic light?" A light on the dash blinks happily.

[identity profile] oriana-pax.livejournal.com 2008-03-29 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Ohhh." She smiles slightly and shakes her head. "No. The only males that I really speak to are the ones in our family and the ones that I occasionally meet in the Nexus."

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmm?" Cureall rumbles slightly as they pop into the nexus. "Oh, well then this trip is going to be about putting you in pretty dresses then!"

[identity profile] oriana-pax.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Oriana scratches her head and starts to say something, but then gasps and puts up her hands as a white mech suddenly appears right in front of Cureall.

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Cureall's brakes squeal loudly as she stops abruptly with a sharp yell. Oriana may feel her seat belt tighten around her, the mini Cooper's version of a soccer mom reach.

[identity profile] oriana-pax.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
She does, but she's too busy pushing her hair from her eyes to stare up through the windshield at the mech, who looks back at her from under the shadow of the black chevron on his forehead as one of his hands rests on the front of Cureall's hood.

"We... we could have...." She swallows and closes her eyes.

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Cureall's own sensors pick up the white mech. If Kigan were there, he would sense many things, her tense nerves from almost crashing, her relief that Oriana is safe.

Then when she too turns her attention outside of herself again a sense of both intense anxiety and intense childlike adoration. "R-Ratchet?"
ext_183998: The words Random Xtras on a white background.  Black frame and purplish accent (Ratchet's ghost)

[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice a little gruff at his first sight of the blond woman as he takes his hand away from the Mini's hood and puts it on his knee.

"We could have crashed," whispers Oriana, shaken.

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Th-this one is mostly sh-shaken, sir." She stumbles backing up a little. "Oriana, get out a moment, this one needs to check her bipedal form."

[identity profile] oriana-pax.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
She obeys, her outline blurring slightly in her own version of trembling as she steps away from Cureall. Then she scans the mech and pauses with a frown as she wonders what's gone wrong with her sensors.

Ratchet offers her a smile, then turns his attention back to the little purple car, a medic's concern overlaying even his intense curiosity at this youngster created from his bondmate's spark.

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Cureall unfolds into her robot form and and sighs heavily. "I was being safe, this one does not know how she missed you Ratchet."

She blinks up and squeaks in surprise. "Are you okay?"
ext_183998: The words Random Xtras on a white background.  Black frame and purplish accent (Ratchet's ghost)

[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Actually, you didn't," he says gently, sensing that the little femme holds some version of him dear. "But... it's been a long time since that kind of thing could hurt me."

Oriana frowns and looks at Cureall, feeling bewildered and hoping for an explanation.

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
"You...are not the one who saved this one." She says her breath still heavy, trying to collect herself. "But like him, you are not alive."

With that the little robot falls to her rear.
ext_183998: The words Random Xtras on a white background.  Black frame and purplish accent (Ratchet's ghost)

[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Careful hands catch her and support her, and blue optics glint with concern as he scans her for any sort of trauma. "Easy. I should have watched where I was going."

"I don't understand," says Oriana very softly, her forehead creased in a confused frown.

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
She blinks up at him but sighs and shakes her head. "He is a free spark, a ghost Oriana."

[identity profile] oriana-pax.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
The younger femme is absently rubbing her chest, distracted from the different feel in her spark by what Cureall has just said. "Oh...."

"Oriana," says Ratchet slowly, then looks down at the femme in his arms. "And your designation?"

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
She smiles softly, almost sad and gently pushes Ratchet away. "This one is called Cureall. She is pleased to meet you."
ext_183998: The words Random Xtras on a white background.  Black frame and purplish accent (Ratchet's ghost)

[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
His optics are gentle and full of compassion as he looks at her. "Cureall. You're one of the people I was sent to talk to."

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-30 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
She is trying not to look at his face as she tries to shakely get up. "What is wrong? You were...sent?"
ext_183998: The words Random Xtras on a white background.  Black frame and purplish accent (Ratchet's ghost)

[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2008-03-31 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Ratchet lifts her to her feet, then puts a hand under her chin to make her look at him. "Yes. Sent. By Primus."

Oriana is now going 0_o

[identity profile] violet-cure.livejournal.com 2008-03-31 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
She blinks and frowns shyly. "Please forgive this one. She feels like a human who is seeing the ghost of her dead father." She touches his hand and tugs gently. "What is wrong?"

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