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Oikodomopolis wanders into the Nexus, looking around curiously. She's a tall Transformer, as tall as Optimus Prime, built in greens and purples. A Decepticon sigil is clearly emblazoned on each shoulder, though she's only got a laser battery shoulder-mounted right now. Everything else is stashed away in the backpack-like structure that forms most of her back.
She glances at the sign, then shrugs.* A question? Hmm...
Anyone got any advice for how to concile your creators with your choice of romantic partner? I'm getting tired of the arguments or, worse yet, the sighs and patronizing arm-pats whenever I mention my girlfriend.