Because the mun can't leave the shiny new toy robot in the box....

[nottabeater]

Here is Bumblebee sitting in the nexus, hale and sound and ready to interact with anyone who should choose to talk to her. To judge from the contented humming that's coming from her her vocals work, and all that's left of the horrific damage of her last visit here are some scars on her chest and legs and a slight misformation of her toes. Someone

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[go_endeavour]

Endeavour is sitting nearby (How? We're not sure.) and she fixes her end-effector on the lounging robot.

"I always liked the name Columbia, personally." she says a little wistfully.

[nottabeater]

Bee's 'eyebrows' raise. "Columbia? Wasn't that the shuttle that...."

'Died' she'd nearly said, but doesn't think it's a good thing to mention.

[go_endeavour]

"That's right." Endeavour wiggles her elevons by way of a greeting. "Disintegrated quite spectacularly, I must say. We all liked to say that if the old cow was going to go, she may as well go out with a bang. None of us really liked her - she was haughty and got all the flights - but she was pretty worldly and we tended to take her advice.

"Plus, she had a nice name."

[nottabeater]

Bee straightens, struck by the novelty of speaking to a non Cybertronian who is bigger than she is, even as she winces at the shuttles words. "Yeah...."

The war and the killing and nearly dying that happened are still a little close to the young Cybertronian's thoughts, so she's a little shaken and unsure of what to say now.

"Um... I'm Bumblebee."

[heavymetal_band]

"Hey!" A surprised--happy surprised, that is--voice calls out. "You're--you're a girl robot!"

Of course, so is the speaker.

[nottabeater]

Bee turns her head, 'eyebrows' raising over quizzical blue optics. "Yeah. I'm Cybertronian."

[heavymetal_band]

The platinum robot's midsection uncoils like wire, rocketing her up closer to eye level with Bumblebee.

"Oh, if Doc could see you... He thinks there's something wrong with me because I act like a woman instead of a robot!"

[nottabeater]

Bee pauses in the act of reaching out to offer her a hand to sit on. "Um... there's a difference?"

[bumblebee_bot]

"Not too good at coming up with names unfortunately. Who's here wit you anyways?"

[nottabeater]

JediBee! She brightens, but then looks a bit nervous. "Um... she hasn't got a name yet."

Another glance over there tells her that the couch cushions are having their covers unzipped and removed.

[bumblebee_bot]

"...wait, is she your sparkling?"

[nottabeater]

"Yeah...."

[victormakesart]

"Zenobia!" Excuse Victor, she was on a Hawthorne kick.

"Eve, Anne..." A scrutinizing glance. "Afina is Romanian f'r blueberry. Rose. Oh! Eglantine! Umm. June."

[nottabeater]

Bee blinks under the flood of names. "Well, she's not blue... why do you like those?"

[victormakesart]

"Zenobia was a real strong woman in 'Blithedale Romance'. Near th' end, things went sour, but 'til then she was powerful an' real neato. Madame Eglantine was a nun in th' 'Canterbury Tales'. Her name means somethin' sweetish. I think a rose? She was real well-mannered. Romanian is a nice language..."

[nottabeater]

Bee's listening intently. So intently that she's unaware of a little sparkling sneaking up on her till said sparkling is hanging from her arm via magnets.

She gives a startled horn toot and watches her daughter run back to the couch. "Wow."

[dajazzmech]

And hear is Jazz, instantly attracted to Bee's side.

"If she were yellow like you, I'd wanna name her Honey." He leans in and embraces Bumblebee tightly. "Hey, kid. You doin' okay?"

[nottabeater]

She's pushing to her feet and hugging him back as tightly, surprised by how much she'd missed him.

"She's green," she says, totally missing his words in her urge to tell him the news.

[dajazzmech]

"She's gotta body!?" Jazz shouts in surprise. "And it was a she? Oh Primus, Bee. Where is she? Is she all right? Are you alright?"

And cue him fussing over her. "You aren't a baby girl no more. Gonna have to call you lady love."

[nottabeater]

"It took Ratchet two months, but yeah, she's...." She breaks off to blush, feeling pleased at his last words.

"We're fine," she finishes softly, "And she's right...."

Cue small magnets trying to stick to Jazz's leg.

"There." Bee looks down.