One is the loneliest number...

[knightslegacy]

Who: Kitt, and anyone who happens to notice him.
What: On the way home - to a new home.
Where: Zone Three.
Summary: With the Tyrans having their difficulties, and Kitt being Kitt, he decided he needed a place of his own - so now he's made a down payment on a small garage in Zone Three.
Notes: It's a shorter commute, but there's not much to say

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[iplaywinner]

[[...is a reply to your open log, so that I remind myself to come in later when I'm done from con and actually reply to your open log!]]

[mayflyhunter]

Vash was running.

Again.

He didn't know where, or for how long, but the robot with the bucket on its head had said to run, and he'd gone. Probably for a lot longer than he should have. But there were robots everywhere, and he didn't know if they were going to start a riot or start petting him or something worse.

He was betting on something worse.

So preoccupied, he didn't see the mustang until he plowed into its back bumper.

[knightslegacy]

It wasn't the first time he'd been run into. Just ask Mikaela. It was how they'd met. But that this man had wholeheartedly run into him and not just bumped him was somewhat... new.

Kitt stopped.

"Are you... well?"

[mayflyhunter]

A car! A real car! And--wait had it just talked? No, of course not. That had to just be the driver. Whimpering a little, and ignoring the nosebleed he was getting, Vash scrambled for the door handle.

"N-No! You gotta let me in, c'mon! You gotta! There's bucket head robots and riots and they wanna turn me into a pet!"

[knightslegacy]

"You are bleeding," Kitt said. The passenger door swung open. "Please do not bleed on my interior."

Once inside, there wasn't much to see - the interior was much like any other car, excepting the orb in the center of the dashboard and the complete lack of a driver.

Contrived plot? I DON'T KNOW THE MEANING OF THE WORD-

[ichooseboth]

Optimus Prime, meanwhile, was wandering around zone three, doing some exploring as well as idly searching for another source of income. It was a good break, useful for clearing his head, so he was walking rather then driving, ignoring any gawking looks that got thrown his way because of his 'Prime-styled' appearance.

Rounding a corner in a nice, sunny area, Optimus had to abruptly jerk to the side when he nearly bumped into Cybertronian in the form of a black earth car.

"Oh, excuse me."

What? Contrived? WHAR?!

[knightslegacy]

Kitt came to an immediate, and abrupt, halt. Behind his carefully shored inner walls, Kitt felt the chill come over him. He'd heard that voice before, but no, this wasn't the same person.

It obviously wasn't the same. Unless--

But that was impossible.

He remembered a similar voice, and what that voice claimed to be. Was it actually true?

"It is no difficulty," Kitt answered after an AI-perceptible moment. "However, I have heard your voice before. If I may ask, Who are you?"

Something. Because he needed to know. He needed to surpress the memory of a black shell with a yellow scanner, so identical to his.

[ichooseboth]

Optimus paused as well, turning back to face the car with a amused chuckle, completely oblivious to the true issue. He saw no harm in admitting the truth, though his did crank up his scanner range in case it was some sort of trick to get him to admit his name and deport him.

"...I wouldn't be surprised. Apparently there are several versions of me running around in this place, even though they aren't supposed to be here. I am Optimus Prime, though here I find the need to go by the name of Optronix. And you?"

[knightslegacy]

"I am Kitt."

It fit what he was told. Optimus Prime. Not Karr. Not his father, or brother, ready to kill him again. If it had been, he would've had no chance - Mike wasn't here, and wouldn't have known that body's weakneses, and while he was armed, he wasn't armed enough to...

But that wasn't the question.

"Please excuse my curiousity. I have had reason to doubt those who speak with that voice."

hope this is okay!

[greasemunkygal]

She'd been taking the old motorcycle she'd been working on out for a test drive. There were a lot of glitches with the thing, it had been in horrible condition when she'd found it in the junkyard. It coughed and sputtered as she rode it, but she hadn't had much of a chance to work on it recently. When one looked at it, she'd worked on it for about the span of two days overall, which she considered rather impressive. She'd taken a completely nonfunctional vehicle with busted cogs and gears and transmission and motor and turned it into something drivable in about forty-either hours.

Not bad, for a mechanic with her hand in a cast...brace...thing.

So, here she was, testing it out when she found a familiar vehicle soaking up the sun. She skidded to a stop, then moved her bike up next to him, tugging her helmet off with her good hand.

"Sunbathing again, Kitt?"

Perfectly fine!

[knightslegacy]

"Recharging," he agreed. "Hello, Mikaela."

Her work on the motorcycle was impressive - even more impressive considering the cast on her wrist. It was good to see that she was doing well and it seemed that his 'disappearance' from the Tyran warehouse had been taken well enough.

"How have you been?"

:)

[greasemunkygal]

She grinned at him, toeing the kickstand out so she could get off.

"I'm doing good." She playfully nudged Kitt's door with her elbow once she was close enough. "I miss you being around the warehouse. Don;t blame you for ditching though, it's kind of a mess right now." It was true, she definitely missed having him around. She'd spent a lot of time with him, she'd gotten used to his presence, and chattering at him whenever she passed him.

"Who'm I gonna talk to when I can't sleep, huh?"

[knightslegacy]

"I have not firewalled your messages from the communicator channels," he pointed out. "And you are always welcome to visit if you wish.

"But I would like you to know, I did not choose to leave because of the mess. I chose to leave because it seemed the Autobots will have enough to concern themselves with as they rebuild without my presence being an obstacle. I will assist, of course, if they need."

He owed them that.