Well, that was none too intelligent...but it was SO worth it...

[pyrospectacle]

It is official: I am the worse infiltrator ever; I got aboard Code Red's ship by crashing into the side of the hull, and I was arrested and got landed straight into their brig without a moment's notice. Oh, it is a very, very good thing that FireWire is not with me now...he would blow every last one of his circuits had he saw just what a mess I had

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[red_code_red]

[speak of the devil; the doors hiss open and in walks Code Red and another mech in the middle of a conversation]

Wheeljack: ...wanted how many screens in here?

One for each major corridor, the cargo hold, rec room, sleeping quarters, and the major work stations.

Wheeljack: [quirking an optic ridge] That's... a lot. You sure you can keep an optic on all of that?

That's not even half of what I watch over in the main security room.

((And now for something completely different! My friend is a horrible, sick, twisted person, and it's wonderful! ))

[pyrospectacle]

[spots them both] *happily smiling + enthusiastically waving* Hi there, Eddie! Oh, and hello to you too, good sir! Might you be a friend of the darling and lovely Miss Edwina Redding?

((That is great...and you/your friend = brilliant! for that. :D ))

[red_code_red]

Wheeljack: [just gives Red a questioning look]

[sighs] My designation is Code Red. I suggest you use it.

[pyrospectacle]

[genuinely saddened] Aww...well, I'm sorry, sweetspark; some habits just refuse to go away. However, since you really do feel so strongly about this matter, I can just go back to calling you Code Red. It's no trouble for me at all; red is such a beautiful color, and what are most of our lives but endlessly shifting lines of code...

*happy little grin* Personally though, I think your nickname is almost as cute as you are. *insert ^ ^ here*

desquishing

[red_code_red]

Guard 2: [talking to himself, now] Slag. Now I owe Sideways 50 credits.

Wheeljack: [shakes his head at the guard, but is taken aback by Arson's long spiel about Code Red] I didn't ask. Or I don't think I asked. I was just pointing out that the likelihood of Red accepting energon from a Decepticon runs between slim and none.

Re: desquishing (which is...what? Oh, the comments...right, duh...)

[pyrospectacle]

Trust me. You were going to ask. And if not you yourself, somebody else would have. How I knew both this and that is currently irrelevant at this precise moment, but rest assured, I knew the topic would come up, if not immediately, then someday later. Might as well start talking about it now...

[to whoever's paying attention] May I borrow a pen and notepad for just a very quick click? [at Jackie's confused expression] I need to begin drafting a personal goal list detailing the process by which I will be running by in order to win darling Code Red's affections--I'll work on the subject of her spark when she feels absolutely sure and ready, and not any bit before; that would be inappropriate and rude. *cheerfully* Oh, and I must thank you--you have so kindly provided me with one of the first items on the list: getting Eddie darling to accept to our first meal-date. *insert ^ ^ here*

[red_code_red]

Wheeljack: [shrugs] I don't see any harm. I think I have a blank pad somewhere... around... ah. Here we go. [after looking around while talking, 'Jack picks up a pad and writing implement and, after checking to make sure the datapad is completely devoid of any sort of information, and moves to pass it to Arson through the bars of the cell]

[A camera in the corner of the brig makes a slight whirring noise as the lense zooms in on 'Jack and follows his motion. The engineer quirks an optic ridge before leaning this way and that, watching the camera diligently follow his motions.

Looks like somebody's back in the Security Office.

With a chuckle, Wheeljack holds the pad up to where the camera can see it, and then shows that it is, indeed, empty before passing it off to Arson.]

Wheeljack: Good luck with that endevor.

Guard 2 (who shall from hereon out be referred to as Snapshot): [is amused] You mind if I follow along and record this, ah, courtship?

[pyrospectacle]

I do not see why there should be any objections to such...but, I shall be fair and warn you now; the nano-click that I feel that you have overstepped any boundaries...*dead serious w/ absolute zero-degrees expression to match*...whatever happens afterwards of such a discovery can only be blamed as the results of your own actions. *stony gaze*

[a long, very frightening silence ensues; holy geez, Arson just built a whole new level of scary exclusively reserved for himself...]

*happy manner resumes + is again cheery* Now, then, do either of you fine gentlemechs have anything to offer in assistance of my plans? Because I for one have never done this sort of thing before, I kid you all not. *small depressed frown* ...It's a bit sad, actually.

[red_code_red]

Wheeljack: [quirking an optic ridge to Snapshot] Kinda fixated, isn't he?

Snapshot: [shrugging] His tenacity could work to his advantage.

Wheeljack: ... It almost sounds like you want him to get together with Code Red.

Snapshot: Like I said, it'd make for a good movie.

[pyrospectacle]

[still looking around + seemingly not paying attention] I can hear and process every word being said just fine--I can divide my attentions between tasks and still complete them to perfection thanks to a rather unique training method developed by my creator; he'd have me do many tasks while I was going through my lessons…Thanks to FireWire running me into the ground like he did, I am simply able to multitask more than most anyone.

Also, I want a share in the profits, should you decide to produce anything involving myself, Code Red, and/or any combination of such…but most importantly, I would be especially grateful to anyone who would assist me in my plans for romancing your very beautiful and endearingly neurotic Chief of Security.

[red_code_red]

Snapshot: [snerks] Deal. And if I hear anything, I'll let you know.

Code Red: [is still on the ground, dazed; the boys in the brig should consider this a good thing]

[pyrospectacle]

*is charmed* Lovely. [to whoever's there] Now then, about my effects...mn, exactly when do you think I might be able to get those back, my good mechs?

[pyrospectacle]

Time to move to another post; chatting it up w/ a cyberninja, BRB.