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[subject_lj_here]

After spending the evening with a new more-than-friend, Chell is rested and ready to meet the day. She wanders down the stairs, orders breakfast, and sits down to wait for new developments in the bar area. Hopefully a Charlie or a Spoon will show? She really wants to get moving on this 'learning' thing.

That being said, her original note asking

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[acts_of_gord]

[OOC: There is a tiny part of me that wants to send Bumblebee her way.]

[subject_lj_here]

[[Your call! :D]]

[prob_japanese]

Sam is at home, celebrating having successfully avoided the base inspection that had all the human staff at Autobase in an uproar. Given that the celebration was a) indoors and b) with Mikaela, Bumblebee doesn't really have the option of participating. That's okay. He's got other options. One of them's right here.

Chell might hear a peculiar electronic sound (like the THX Sound played in reverse) as a door in the wall slides open and Bumblebee steps off the elevator. It should be noted that, just as he's smaller than all the other Cybertronians known to be alive on Earth, he's smaller than most of the humans here; the Bar's subspace compression field has left him about five feet tall. (5'2", if you count the projections on his helm.)

[subject_lj_here]

It's a computer. A giant, living computer. And it's walking in her direction. Chell gasps, seeing the monstrocity, and starts slowly backing away and whimpering in fear.

And here things were going so well...

[prob_japanese]

When you're sixteen feet tall at home and live with a chihuahua, you learn to be really careful about that kind of noise. Bumblebee freezes. "Sorry! Sorry," he calls out in a faintly crackly voice. "I didn't step on anyone, did I?"

[subject_lj_here]

It talks! That's even worse! Chell whimpers some more and hides behind a chair, portal gun readied.

[derewigejude]

There is a man watching the original sign.

Isaac is wearing his usual worn but clean clothes, and looking battered and tired as always.

But the sign is interesting.

[subject_lj_here]

She sees the man examining the sign, and peers over to see if he's interested.

"Excuse me, sir, but are you interested in the job?"

[derewigejude]

"A job? Not really. But if someone is willing to listen, I saw history happen close, firsthand. I can tell about it." There goes wide distance between holding a job and rambling about what he saw in his eternal life.

[subject_lj_here]

"Really? That's great... but up until when, sir? And I can still pay you for it, however you'd like."