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[blue_zr1]

A female Transformer stumbles in, before flopping on the ground. It's apparent that she's been through the wringer, if the claw marks, and huge hole in her armor are anything to go by. She has a bit of a transparancy to her though, and fades from fully visible to nearly unseen

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[likes_exploring]

There's a being that at least appears human... apart from the fact she has no heartbeat, or a normal body temperature. Oh, don't forget the fangs and the general thirst for blood.

"Aren't the living... a bit more solid, usually?"

[blue_zr1]

Showtime blinks, before glancing at herself. "...I can't really recall..." She frowns, concerned, as she tries to remember other things as well. "In fact...there's a lot I can't recall..."

[likes_exploring]

"Hmn. It's more than likely you are dead. Anyway, you're not the first dead transformer to show up here." While she's no necromancer, she knows a ghost when she sees one.

[blue_zr1]

"Oh...I'm not? Wonder who else shows up here?" Showtime sits up to give the woman a curious look. She's not quite sure what to make of her.

[random_xtras]

One moment there's no one standing by her feet.

And the next there is.

"It can be hard sometimes," says the white, red, and black mech, giving her a look of concern. Then, gently, "But... I'd say your spark's out."

[blue_zr1]

Showtime blinks as the mech appears, before tilting her head a little. "I guess that explains some stuff..." She frowns, a look of concentration, and then defeat, crossing her features, "You wouldn't happen to know who I am, would you?" She's not trying to be smug, she honestly doesn't know, or doesn't remember.

[random_xtras]

"Showtime," he says softly, touching her foot so that he's sure she can feel the gentle reassurance that he's projecting at her. It's tinged with concern at the damage to her spark image, but he's got to gain her trust before he can do anything about helping her. This femme may not be from a reality even remotely close to the one that he usually serves and originally came from, but she's still a lost and hurting spark and the Allspark Ferryman can't leave her to wander.

[blue_zr1]

At the touch, Showtime sits up, frowning, before recognition dawns on her faceplates. "That name...it's familiar...it's mine?" Her expression turns to one of concentration, "Someone was telling me something...to hold on...hold on to what though?" She's still confused, and a bit uncertain, but she's not afraid of the mech by her feet. She gives him a curious look, doorwings perked in a way that shows just how curious she is.

[mr_v_and_mr_c]

"Death is dark and very cold, according to a friend of ours." A small, foxlike man grins evilly. "And dying tends to hurt."

"Especially if we do it," adds the large, wolfish fellow sitting next to him.

[blue_zr1]

Showtime blinks, and sits up to study the two men briefly before replying, "I suppose that means I'm dead...everything hurts...and not like i've been stomped on by a gestalt, either...it's worse...."

[mr_v_and_mr_c]

"Are you? How fascinating."

[blue_zr1]

"I think so...I don't remember how I got here...just that someone was telling me to hold on..." She shrugs a bit, before wincing and rubbing at the hole in her armor.

[bulkhead_smash]

"Huh?" Bulkhead asks. "Didn't think that was hard to figure out."

[blue_zr1]

Showtime blinks, giving the larger mech a curious look, "I'm not entirely sure which I am at the moment...Last thing I remember is someone with a visor and then someone else telling me to hold on to something..."

[bulkhead_smash]

Bulkhead considers this. "But you didn't turn gray. So you're not dead."

[blue_zr1]

((Bulkhead = <3. *hugs the big, metallic, teddy bear of a mech))

Showtime tilts her head at that. "Is that what happens when a transformer dies, then?"