For those not familiar with this meme, I have two sets of 28 prompts. You pick 'em by claiming them in the comments, I write a short fic (between 100-300 words, though it may go over) about it also in the comments.
You can give any instructions you like about what you'd like to see or who else you'd like to see in the fics.
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28 Pipes -- Nine Claims Left! )
Story takes place post-Movie, in 2006.
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“You want to go where?” Rodimus Prime asked, looking down at Pipes.
“Hundred mile garage sale,” Pipes said, with an embarrassed flicker of his optics. “They have it out East. It runs from Red Wing, Minnesota to Winona, Wisconsin. I didn’t get to go last year ‘cause of the whole thing with Unicron, but that’s okay. Sounds like this year is gonna be bigger anyway.”
“And…why are you going?” Minibots had a reputation for quirky behavior but…garage sales?
Pipes looked at Rodimus, his posture that of someone too respectful to call his leader slow to his face. “’Cause it’s a hundred mile long garage sale. There’s all kinds of deals and stuff. The humans clear out their attics and garages and you’d be amazed what they are wanting to get rid of.”
Rodimus nodded. “Well, how long will you be gone?” he asked, trying to steer the conversation back on more familiar ground.”
“Well, it’s about eighteen hundred miles from here, so I’ll have to stop at least four times t’refuel but if I drive it straight, I’ll get to Redwing in a day an’ then have two more t’drive the sales. Probably won’t get to ‘em all, but eh there’s always next year.” Pipes paused. “Then about another day t’drive back, might be longer ‘cause I might sightsee some on the trip back. There's some really pretty country between here and there.”
Rodimus considered. “You’ve got this planned out.”
“Yessir,” Pipes said. “So, can I go?”
“Only if I can come with.”
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