But I'm just getting warmed up, so tell your man he better get his Voltron up -- [open]

[thegoodtouch]

Characters: Human!Prime and anyone on the Convoy I mean Fiertia
Content: He's checking up on his crew, making sure everyone's accounted for and all right, checking to see if they need anything, and generally experiencing what it's like to talk to humans at eye-level.
Setting: All over the Fiertia!
Time: Post-theft of the airship
Notes: Tag in

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Deck

[oppositeshore]

Oichi leaned over the rail on the deck as far as she could, craning her head in the hopes that she could see farther.

Everywhere she looked there were clouds, some shaped like sheep, and one strangely shaped like a dinosaur.

Is that one shaped like...?

She leaned just a bit further to get a better look and felt herself falling forward, "...Ah."

[thegoodtouch]

A strong hand grabbed the back of her clothes in the nick of time, pulling her back solidly onto the deck. Optimus had seen her leaning forward and had approached intending to speak with her, but had broken into a run as he saw her begin to fall.

"Whoa there, careful," he advised, releasing her once she was balanced again. "You nearly fell. What are you looking at?"

[oppositeshore]

Her reaction was not unlike one of a very small child safe in its knowledge that its mother was right there if anything happened.

Completely ignoring the fact that she had nearly plummeted to her doom, she instead patted the arm of the person who had pulled her backwards, "It's okay, it's okay. No need to be scared."

He looked familiar though, where had she seen him before?

At that meeting with all the people! What had Mister Orange Pip called him?

"Mister...Captain? Ichi was looking at the clouds. Did you know, Mister Captain, that clouds look like things? They can look like dogs. Or giraffes on toast. Ichi was looking at a cloud that looked like a dinosaur running after a butterfly."

[thegoodtouch]

"You shouldn't lean out so far," he admonished, shaking a finger at her. "It's careless. But that's quite an imagination you have." Prime looked at her, tilting his head to the side. "I saw you in the Mended Drum, but I don't think I know your name."

random hallway?

[scaredbrilliant]

Justin's recent schedule didn't change much with the switch from the Convoy to the abducted Fiertia, except that now he didn't even have any paperwork to deal with. Thus, he spent all his time on his difference engine, dealing with Ari's project. That included mealtimes: right now he was making his way from the kitchen back to his cabin with a plate of whatever food was being served (he'd hardly looked).

Of course, he recognized the captain's new form. He'd been there at the meeting at the Mended Drum, though he'd stood at the back and not said anything - his usual behavior in most situations involving crowds.

Seeing him in the hallway, he stopped and gave him a polite nod. "Sir."

works for me

[thegoodtouch]

"Ah, Mr. Walker. I've been meaning to speak with you for a while," Prime said, holding up a hand. "Do you have a minute?"

He'd done as much research into what Justin had asked about as he could, and had uncovered some rather questionable information. What did Justin have to do with it? Optimus had the time to talk about it, at the moment.

fffff those human!Prime icons are so STRANGE

[scaredbrilliant]

He hadn't expected that the captain would have the time and inclination to talk during an emergency like this one, but if he did, Justin was hardly going to refuse. It wasn't exactly a conversation he wanted to have, but now that Ari had found him, it might be only a matter of time until more information about him came out, and he would much rather it at least come from him.

"Of course, sir." He didn't smile, but did his best not to look too nervous.

IT'S CANON MAN

[thegoodtouch]

"I looked into Reseune Laboratories. Now, what exactly did you want to explain to me?"

He was sorry it had taken this long, but what with disguising himself in the bridge to keep Caulcher away and then his subsequent abduction, there had been more important things to deal with.

[thegoodtouch]

There was Gintoki, sitting at the bar alone. Picking his way through the skymaids, Optimus moved to sit at the barstool next to the silver-haired quartermaster.

"You all right, there, Gintoki?" he asked, resting his elbows on the bar and looking at Gintoki sideways, over his shoulder. "It's been a long week for everyone."

[thegoodtouch]

"Being in the flesh is...just as odd," Optimus replied. "A drink, huh? Well...I don't see why not. All right." A smile crossed his face, something he had missed in his time as Optimus Prime. The mask was impressive, but...it lacked expressiveness.

Main Bridge?

[so_many_moods]

The entire week had been perfectly marvelous for a certain Chaos Virus. First the ship had been stolen, then their wonderfully cheeky Captain had turned up with his programming greatly altered (she still wanted to take a closer look at him. The whole experience he had undergone intrigued her greatly.) And to add icing to the cake, that perfectly wondrous theft of a shiny new (to her at least) ship... Hexadecimal was having trouble containing her joy.

At the moment, she was on the main bridge, her interface units plugged into the rather primitive radar system. For all appearances, she was trying to use it to track done the Convoy but really she was simply learning more about their temporary ship. She wasn't infecting anything... not yet, but she was severely tempted to. The mechanics of its system were fascinating, but she was certain they could be improved!

[thegoodtouch]

The door opened behind her, and the captain stepped inside. "Hexadecimal," he greeted, a friendly look in his eye. "Can I speak with you for a moment? I have some questions I want answered about what you said at the Mended Drum."

[so_many_moods]

Looking up when the door opened, Hex flashed a rather [Creepy Smile] at the Captain. "Ooh! Of course, cheeky!" [Flirtatious] "I'm always ready to talk to you."

Sliding her units out of the machinery, she stood up fully and looked... down on the Captain's new form. She was, of course, a bit taller than him now. Well that was fun!

Running the hand that had just been plugged in across his cheek in a... rather unsettling manner, the AI gave a [Smirk.] "What can I help you with, dear?"

[thegoodtouch]

His eyes followed her hand, more cautious than anything. Prime didn't pull away, but there wasn't a response besides a cocked eyebrow. Looking up at her was strange. Was this what his crew felt like all the time when they looked at him?

Down to business. "What kind of body have they put me into?" Optimus asked, direct as he could. "What exactly is the nature of it? Is it metal or organic, machine or human? You can tell me that, can't you?"

Infirmary

[morethanabot]

The work on the engines had dirtied the boy up a bit. Getting the crud off his face and hair was a simple matter, but the bandages were a few days old, and even if he hadn't worked on the engines with everyone, he wanted to change them

[thegoodtouch]

When Prime came into the infirmary, it was to check on anyone who might have been injured in the fight. Oddly enough, he didn't really think the patterns on Rock's skin were too unusual; after all, some mechs changed paint jobs like oil.

"How're you feeling?" Optimus asked the boy, walking towards him.

I forgot how cracky Primes expressions could be

[morethanabot]

Rock turned his head towards the voice. Panic in his eyes, before bewilderment, and then finally recongition.

"Just peachy, captain!" Smile, smile, smile. "Though, I think that's something I should ask you. How do you feel? Any noticable differences? Can I play with the energon when we get the ship back? Any new feelings? Sensations? Can you eat?"

It was odd. Prime was still taller then him. But not as much as before. It felt...different not to stretch his neck to look the man in the face.