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[curatings]

[There's a terrified and disheavled Carly Spencer pulling herself quickly to her feet. Her blond hair is toussled, and her party dress a wrinkled mess. She fiddles with her device, looking both confused and somewhat hysterical.]

No, no, no! [ Her voice trembles and cracks.] H-how is this even possible? [She swallows hard.] I was- I mean... my car

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1/?? I'll just apologize now. This will be long.

[only_amessenger]

2/??

[only_amessenger]

[Seriously. Are you really serious right now, Nexus.]

3/??

[only_amessenger]

[Nevermind the fact that he's the bitch of a Decepticon, being forced to make nice with a Megatron, and living in the spare room of his ex-girlfriend...]

4/??

[only_amessenger]

[... You just had to go and throw his girlfriend into the fray.

You actually went there, Nexus.

... Not cool.]

5/??

[only_amessenger]

[And given that he's seen this, so has Soundwave.

Awesome.]

6/??

[only_amessenger]

[Give him a minute, Carly. He's stopping himself from swearing very loudly.]

7/??

[only_amessenger]

Y-Yeah. Yeah, I'm here. It's... It's alright.

[Very reassuring, Sam. You're great at this.]

8/??

[only_amessenger]

... As alright as it can be, stuck on a planet full of robots who don't watch where they're putting their size 500 Adidas...

Done

[only_amessenger]

[He half-wanted to tell her not to be on the network, because Soundwave might lock on to her location - But so long as he knew that information, so did the Decepticon.

Squeezing a hand over his wrist, he tried to think of some on the spot solution - But he had nothing. Other than staying away from her completely, there was no way to protect her.]

The Autobots are here too.

... And your boss.

[She has to know what he meant. After mentioning her car... Even if Ironhide and Mikaela were from the wrong time, if she knew about the Mercedes...]

Aw, I need more icons.

[curatings]

Sam! W-where are you? [She's still freaking out a bit, but she's trying to pull herself together, honest!]

My boss...

[Yeah, she's pretty much got the gist of everything now.]

I need to finish making his. I got distracted, so most of his are still RotF. ;o;

[only_amessenger]

... Oh, you know. Here. At my uh. Apartment. Where I'm staying.

[Definitely not Mikaela's garage. Nope.]

Look, it's not important right now. You should get somewhere safe.

[curatings]

At your apartment?

[Because she totally got what Mikaela meant down there by the term mooching.]

Oh, and where should I go? I don't exactly know the lay of the land here, Sam!

[only_amessenger]

It's a mutual... shared... arrangement- Look, it's only temporary. I'm not staying there anymore, so it's fine. It's great, really. Now I get a chance to spread my wings, live on my own two feet.

[Yeah, well. You try looking for a job when you're playing twitchy puppet to Mr. McTentacle. It's not easy.]

Yeah, well. I haven't really figured out the answer to that myself. Stick close to the Autobots.

[And... away from him, if you really want to be safe.]

Ironhide is pissed at me, but he'll keep you safe. Just don't mention the whole... [He draws a line across his throat with his finger, trying to signify 'dead.' Someone had the brilliant idea of telling him he'd kicked the bucket. Someone was still not in Ironhide's good books.]

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[curatings]

Oh, live on your own two feet, aside from... mooching?

[Yeah, she can't help you there.]

And what are you going to do?

[She sighs.]

Why would he be angry at you?[A pause.] Did you tell him he... y'know!

[Disaproval face.]

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[only_amessenger]

Is that what she said? Mooching?

Wow. This... This is just one big misunderstanding. I wasn't mooching. She was helping me out until I got back on my feet. You know, lending a hand. Just... giving me a push until I get back on track. That kind of thing.

I'll figure something out. After all, I found a job once, right? It can't be that hard here. Maybe I'll open a carwash. It'd be like a Cybertronian spa.

[The fact he's nervous is making him go in his sugar high mile-a-minute trying to talk his way out of a situation mode.]

... Ha! Why... Who would do something like that? Telling a guy he dissolved into a pile of rust that would fit in a cereal bowl? That's just... Ha.

Ha.