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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 2008-03-30 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.
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[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2008-03-31 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I have." Back when he was first learning to navigate.

He settles himself on the grass, unconciously shrinking a little so that he doesn't tower over the femmes as much. "But you're right. I am here for a reason, though I hope it's not a bad one."
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[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2008-04-04 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't even know who it was. It was a random morter round, and could have been completely automated."

Greatest medical mind on Cybertron... had died like a common grunt field drone.
Edited 2008-04-04 01:29 (UTC)
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[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah... well, 'sparkling' is a relatively new term. Before Earth we never thought of even our custom creations as children. Not as they do now, anyway. We watched out for them while they were gaining experience, but they were adults like everyone else."

"Panacea wasn't," says Oriana. "I've heard stories."

"No. She was. She just needed a little extra help for awhile after a lab accident." Ratchet's smile fades at the memory. He's still nonplussed to think that the first thing his daughter ever did in the lab was nearly blow herself to glory three days after she was completed.
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[identity profile] random-xtras.livejournal.com 2008-04-12 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods, still grinning. "Moonshadow. Nice, quiet guy."
Edited 2008-04-12 22:44 (UTC)