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[jackies_wheels]

*One particular bot isn't partying. She is, however, doing...something to one of her arms. No, it's not on fire, stfu. One of the arm's panels have slid back, and she's picking and prodding at various wiring, studying herself. She hopes to retain all the knowledge she's gained of her robotic body when she's back to her old self, but in case she

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[incognitoligier]

*Mirage wanders quietly over to Jackie, noticing her... twitchy behavior.*

Hey... Jack. Are you okay?

[jackies_wheels]

*She still glances at him though she doesn't know the voice before going back to her work, shaking her head.* You've got the wrong person; I'm not who you think I am.

[incognitoligier]

Oh. *Pauses.* Figures.

Well, be careful not to get too much dust or grit on your wires.

[jackies_wheels]

I know what I'm doing. *Says the person who has set everything on fire before from hair to cakes to herself. She feels kind of bad for brushing him off like that and puts her tools down.*

Sorry, just...I know it's easy to mistake me. I don't normally look like this. Close enough, though, I guess. What's your name?

[pastwillhaunt]

"Murr?" A fifteen foot long movie style black feline mech suddenly sticks his nose in her face, offering kitty kisses.

"Hey, Two," rumbles a deep, smooth voice. "Cool it. The lady looks busy."

[jackies_wheels]

She is admittedly startled by the sudden kittyface, but the voice is familiar. It's not the voice she's been waiting for, but it's something, anyway.

"I know you..." She tries to summon up the name. "It's...Dreadnought, right?"

[pastwillhaunt]

Oddly soft brown optics study her from a face that favors Jazz rather markedly as he reaches down to snag his drone and lift it by the scruff so he can rub its ears. "That's me. When did we meet?"

[jackies_wheels]

"In the Nexus, when I was human. And, uh, sopping wet asking for a towel."

[tf_headhunter]

Another female alternate? Well, at least you're the right height. *Sunstreaker folds his arms over his chest with a smirk.* Something glitching in you, Wheeljack?

[jackies_wheels]

Should I be another height? *Jackie shrugs and sighs.* Well, I should be, technically. *And, just like she tells all the others--* I'm not who you think I am. And no, there's no glitch, as far as I can tell.

[tf_headhunter]

*He doesn't feel like explaining that silly Sides alt he met...hn.* I'm not quite who others think I am either. *smirk* So what, then? You the victim of some LOL?

[jackies_wheels]

Yeah. Jackie, not Wheeljack. One of those girls you probably met before. What about you?

[random_xtras]

"So you aren't just a female alternate of Wheeljack," says a quiet voice from behind her once the fused Sunstreaker's moved on.

[jackies_wheels]

"Depends on how technical you want to get."

[random_xtras]

The ten foot tall Red Alert tilts his head with a frown. "I don't have time for technicality. I was hoping for help."

[jackies_wheels]

"With what?"