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[fltothebumbleb]

There's a yellow car in the Nexus - a sleek-looking Camaro with black stripes. However, as vehicles are wont to do in the Nexus, this one reveals itself as a robot, its parts shifting and relocating as it shifts into a more humanoid shape.

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[violet_cure]

Cureall stands to her whole ten foot height.

"Greeting, Bumblebee. This one is Cureall. She is a medic. Yes, many Cybertronians have been made into toys. Both you and Optimus Prime have been made into plush toys for little ones as well."

[fltothebumbleb]

"That is so awesome! I have to get one of those too!"

Bumblebee is more excited about this, than meeting other Transformers, apparently.

[violet_cure]

"This one has the Optimus Prime plush that her pet plays with." She wouldn't expect hi to behave any other way really.

[fltothebumbleb]

"Pet? You have a pet? Like a dog or something? I kind of have a pet, but... Mojo is really Sam's..."

[chatterbot]

Bluestreak's doorwings twitch and he tilts his head.

"More than just action figures. Lunchboxes, plushies, Happy Meal prizes, cheesecake calenders. Not to mention art. Whole lotta art."

[smoothtalk_mech]

Sideswipe snickers as he comes to stand next to Bluestreak. Totally in his personal space, too. "Especially the fanart." Smug? Sideswipe? Never! Just because some really good fanartists love him...

[fltothebumbleb]

"Coool! Man, I envy those kids. Humans make the most interesting stuff. Music, toys, cars... I'm glad to be on Earth."

Bumblebee's expression brightned. "Time tossed travellers from another world... here to save us all!" he said, with his radio. "You must be one of those transformers from another reality. Ironhide told me I might run into some of you."

[chatterbot]

"Heh! You sound just like Jazz 'n Hound!"

Blue grins as Sideswipe appears and gives his friend a hug.

"That's right! I'm Bluestreak. Get me started and I don't shut up. I'm a first class gunner under Rodimus Prime."

[babyshouldnotbe]

"You toy?" the baby transformer asks with a gleeful smile. "You play? Play with baby!"

[fltothebumbleb]

"Nope! Uh." Wow. Short Transformer. Wonder why. "It's just a toy that looks like me."

[babyshouldnotbe]

She's small because babies are supposed to be small! A lot of thought was put into making the human sized Transformer baby.

"You got toy? You play with baby with toy?"

[fltothebumbleb]

"Uh... I don't have the toy yet, sorry..."

He's a bit unclear on how baby Transformers can exist, so pardon his confusion.

[midnightspook]

There's a tall, black and silver Decepticon Seeker, a Tetrajet Seeker in fact, who hasn't bothered with getting an Earth alt-mode apparently, suddenly standing behind Bumblebee. No telling just how he managed to do that without Bumblebee noticing him approaching.

Maybe it was magic.

"Never seen that particular transformation scheme before. Bumblebee, huh?" he asks. There's a faintly... other tone to his voice, something just not quite normal about it that's hard to place.

"An action figure? You mean... like some sort of... toy?" Blackstar tilts his head and peers down at Bumblebee curiously.

[fltothebumbleb]

Bumblebee spins around, converting his arm into its blaster configuration. He doesn't like being surprised, and this guy... doesn't make him feel quite right.

"Who are you?" he asks, warily. "State your name, rank, and serial number!" he adds, via recording.

[midnightspook]

It should really make Bumblebee feel all sorts of fuzzy and happy, then -not- when Blackstar doesn't give the converted blaster anything but a curious, and barely cursory glance. Clearly the black and silver Decepticon sees no threat whatsoever in the weapon.

Of course, unless Bumblebee happens to be a necromancer on the side, there's not much the yellow Autobot's weapon can do to the dead Decepticon ghost. Not that Bumblebee can tell that Blackstar is anything but what he appears - a quite thoroughly alive Decepticon.

His nonchalance, however, is explained away with a negligent wave.

"Anti Violence Field, kid. Don't waste your energy. I can't hurt you, you can't hurt me. Name's Blackstar."

He doesn't have much of a rank these days, what with being dead and all for the last century and a half. The other questions, however unconventionally asked, go unanswered.

[fltothebumbleb]

Bumblebee steps back, still ignoranton guard.

"... Are you a Decepticon?" he asks, trying to look serious and intimidating. He's an experienced soldier, but... this whole thing is odd, and he was just taken by surprise.

[golemancer]

Onoes, it's a fangirl! Sporting a Transformers T-shirt with both Autobot and Decepticon symbols on it, no less. She just saw the movie today, after all.

"Very awesome," Io grins. "Which reminds me that I ought to buy it; I rather found myself liking your design. But not tomorrow; I'm buying video games tomorrow." She nods sagely.

"I can hear my Alternators Sunstreaker whining about his paint job being stolen already..."

[fltothebumbleb]

"Sunsteaker? Never met the guy!"

He eyed her, and then realization dawned in his optics. "You must be a fan!"