*she flips her hair over her shoulder, a semi-arrogant look on her face* Sunny Sinclaire, and I'm quite possibly the best looking person you'll find in this place.
Like I said, multidimensional place. You'll probably find others from your world here, along with uh... alternate versions of yourself.
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*He appears to be giving this an awful lot of thought, a frown pulling at his faceplates. Something unreadable crosses his expression and he peers closely at her.*
I see. I am certain that by the standards of aesthetics in your society you are most comely, Sunny Sinclaire.
However, I must request that you divulge any information you hold regarding the whereabouts of my team. If this place is, as you say, a multidimensional dressing room, then perhaps they too have passed this way. Is there perhaps a way out?
*she looks up from where she'd been outlining the dressing room, hoping to put up more security measures... and face, meet desk*
ARRGGGHHH! *head/desk x5* I need Pearl and Isabella, asap. I need to get these security alarms working. I think those little kids running around keep cutting the wires!
*pushes away from the make-shift desk via. overturned crates and storms over, calling up to Prowl* You! State you business here! *wishes Optima would've given her guns back- she'd be at least a bit more intimidating*
I need to set up a sign-in sheet or something, at least...
*There's a swish-click of optics blinking as his gaze transfers to this human.*
I am searching for my associates, the Autobots. They are Cybertronians such as myself. No doubt you would have noticed them due to our apparent height differences.
*He spares a brief look around.*
I apologise if I am disturbing your...dressing room?
*she pauses, looking startled* Uh...I think you're the first person to actually answer my question honestly...
Uh...*she shifts, awkward now, because usually it takes a lot more work* ........
Right. Sorry for, um...panicking. I kinda...do that. A lot.
It's not my Dressing Room, actually. I just try to keep everyone in it safe. It doesn't help that none of my security measures are working fraggin' kids! and that people keep popping in and out like mad. It's becoming increasingly hard to keep track of everyone.
You said your designation is Prowl? Mine is Ruby Alexandra. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
Indeed. *He nods gravely.* And I most pleased to meet you also. You appear to an organising unit in this place, and you mention that you control the security hereabouts. Is it perhaps possible to ask you a few questions, Ruby Alexandra?
I am uncertain as to who you are referring to, Louise. Perhaps you could describe the unit in question and I will be able to offer a more thorough response.
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*smirk* You're in a dressing room, duh~ A multi-dimensional dressing room could be a better name for it, I suppose, but still.
*tilts her head back, regarding him smugly* Prowl, was it...?
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*He regards the human in awkward surprise for a moment before going down on one knee to talk to her more easily.*
That is correct. And what is your designation?
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Like I said, multidimensional place. You'll probably find others from your world here, along with uh... alternate versions of yourself.
((Edit: Sorry~ I have major HTML fails, for some reason. DDD: ))
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*He appears to be giving this an awful lot of thought, a frown pulling at his faceplates. Something unreadable crosses his expression and he peers closely at her.*
I see. I am certain that by the standards of aesthetics in your society you are most comely, Sunny Sinclaire.
However, I must request that you divulge any information you hold regarding the whereabouts of my team. If this place is, as you say, a multidimensional dressing room, then perhaps they too have passed this way. Is there perhaps a way out?
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*she looks up from where she'd been outlining the dressing room, hoping to put up more security measures... and face, meet desk*
ARRGGGHHH! *head/desk x5* I need Pearl and Isabella, asap. I need to get these security alarms working. I think those little kids running around keep cutting the wires!
*pushes away from the make-shift desk via. overturned crates and storms over, calling up to Prowl* You! State you business here! *wishes Optima would've given her guns back- she'd be at least a bit more intimidating*
I need to set up a sign-in sheet or something, at least...
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I am searching for my associates, the Autobots. They are Cybertronians such as myself. No doubt you would have noticed them due to our apparent height differences.
*He spares a brief look around.*
I apologise if I am disturbing your...dressing room?
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Uh...*she shifts, awkward now, because usually it takes a lot more work* ........
Right. Sorry for, um...panicking. I kinda...do that. A lot.
It's not my Dressing Room, actually. I just try to keep everyone in it safe. It doesn't help that none of my security measures are working fraggin' kids! and that people keep popping in and out like mad. It's becoming increasingly hard to keep track of everyone.
You said your designation is Prowl? Mine is Ruby Alexandra. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
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Do you know Miss Megan? Is she a friend of yours?
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Then he gives the other 'Bot a keen look. "Er. I'm not the Ratchet that you know."
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If you are not the Ratchet with which I am familiar, then where is-
*He shakes his head again.*
Is there anyone here who can explain to me why I was brought here?
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Have I met you? You seem to be of a familiar model though your exact frame varies somewhat from the Cybertronian styles with which I am familiar.
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And I'm Bumblebee! Well, a Bumblebee. Not from the same dimension you're from, though.
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