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[It's that time again! Wheeljack's here to clear up any and all confusion you people might have about this place. And maybe some tips for those who might be slightly not-human. Don't worry, though! His advice is accurate.

For the most part.

The feed opens up to show him on the couch of his apartment, pretty much just lounging out.]

So, we got an influx of newbies during that blackout, huh. Guess that means it'll be question time again unless someone clears up a few things. And you know me, I like to please people.

[Or annoy the crap out of them. Either way.]

Place is called the Digital World. And no, ya can't leave. Seriously, don't even try.

[There's a little pink ball of fluff curled on his stomach, poking a head up.]

Wow, you're getting right down to it, aren't you.

[With a little smirk, he pushes her head back down, back to sleep or whatever she was doing. Those eyes, however, go back to the ceiling in thought.]

Oh yeah, you're not human here. Yeah, I know. It's fraggin' impossible to do anything. But as long as ya follow the three rules, you'll make it. One. Clothes are your armor. It's pretty bad at bein' armor, but it's all ya got, so get used to it. Two, ya gotta refuel all day every day. Don't worry, their food's pretty good, and they got alcohol--pretty much defined as drink of choice. And three, breathin'. Probably should have covered breathin' first...but you've got to do it. It comes pretty naturally though, so I wouldn't worry unless you're turnin' blue in the face and too stupid to take a cue. [Misfire.]

Oh, and stop livin' on phone booths. You know who you are.

[He takes this moment to look at the crest he attached to his dog tags, inspecting it.]

You're probably going to get maimed here. Hate to say it, but pretty low chance of it -not- happenin. Things attack the city, so until we got some kind of boy scout troops or build a wall, you're gonna have to defend yourself with your little annoyance that follows you around.

I heard that!

Good. [Back to the camera] But, treat your weapon [he gestures to the Gazimon on his stomach] well, get better weapon. Good advice.

[He takes another look at the crest before looking down at You again.]

By the way, we're movin' out.

[And just like that, her head perks up.]

We are??

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Along with the rest of the world.

[Seriously, who ever has perfect timing? Even Optimus didn't have that.]

Now seriously, what do you want? I thought you were moving.

I can beat the scrap out of mine, so that's not saying much, 'Jack.

[Still muffled but the video is changing, have a drowsy looking Whirl with his hair down and no eye-patch.]

Ha! Frikking knives? Ha, just give me a working gun! Any gun, and I'll take care of things.

Edited (what am werds) 2013-09-22 05:40 (UTC)

[He has better timing than Wheeljack so )8<]

I thought I answered that already.

[And suddenly, he extends a bag of goldfish shaped crackers out to her. Where did those come from? Probably inside his coat. Metabolism and all.]

We know how punctual I am.

[Eyebrow raised, Arcee holds up the tiny bag of apple slices she has. Where did you think they were coming from, Wheeljack? Magic?]

I'm good.

[Take you and your baked snack goods and get out of her face.]

[The sad thing is, he gets it.]

Heh, like some wires got crossed, but they're all hooked up right.

[Wheeljack, he's not a robot. He wouldn't know.]

So yeah, pretty much just like that. And you're sure it's from this...person.

[HE'S SHARING GOSH. Fine, don't eat his happy fish crackers.]

Well uh...just wanted to check up on you.

[And he can see you're fine. Yeah. He'll just...pat your shoulder as he gets up.]

Mind if You stays for a bit? They're...cuddlin' on the couch.

That is the last thing I'd mind right now. You know I like You.

[...wait.]

Ya don't have to talk to them. I barely talk to mine.

[And not going to lie, he does a pretty noticeable double-take. In fact, it takes a moment for the 'You' thing to sink in.]

Oh. Yeah.

If she's trouble just send her back.

You send her back. No one said you had to leave.

[GOSH]

Unless there's somewhere you need to be. Didn't think you were that dedicated to work.

...what?

[Good job, Wheeljack. ANYHOW.]

They were all over each other the moment they got here.

[JESUS DUKE, YOU'RE MAKING LEATHERHEAD BLUSH REALLY HARD.]

[WELL GOSH.

But he gives a smirk at that, lying down on the bed next to her, staring at the ceiling. Because that's easier than looking at her. After that.]

Not really. Don't want to deal with the cleanup from that sleepover, either.

Then go ahead and stay here awhile. I won't chase you out.

[She finishes her last apple, pulling her legs up onto her bed.]

Sometimes... Sometimes it's just nice to sit and do nothing. Clear your thoughts out.

[He's quiet for a moment, as if thinking on that himself.]

I know what you mean.

Did that a lot in the Jackhammer. It was easy, just bein' with your thoughts.

...

Hit ya that hard, huh.

[Granted it took Wheeljack awhile for his to develop. He can't imagine how Leatherhead felt.]

Kid, let's get off the feed. Meet in person.

It still is easy. ...But it doesn't hurt having someone sit with you.

[She doesn't lie down, but she does shuffle a bit to make herself comfortable.]

So no more chatter.

Not a bad plan, kid. I'd be all for it.

[That is, until he hears that last part.]

You. And me.

[He looks at her as she adjusts herself, scooting a little to give her any extra room she needs.]

So I'm findin' out.

No worries there, never been one for chatter myself.

[He gives a soft smirk, closing his eyes and taking advantage of the relaxation.]

[It's pretty damn surprising, Wheeljack. He has felt a tight bond with Mikey for awhile, but these new feelings? They kinda started creeping in the moment they got here.]

Are you at the Friendship district?

I think he's just afraid of people in general.

Heh, yeah. Not like he can do much, it's already been done. But he still probably wouldn't be happy over it.

[You can't go back and change what happened. Still, he knows Magnus would lecture them over it anyway. He really doesn't want that either. Protocol or not, they couldn't just sit by while this place was under attack and the missions helped break up the monotony.]

Seems like it, think I talked to him right after I got here too He seems better than months ago. Good for him.

Kid. They're not gonna bite.

Usually...

The 'usually' is probably what he's worried about!

[Before another second passes, Wheeljack's already getting up, You clinging onto his shoulders for the usual piggyback ride.]

Nah, still in the apartment complexes.

Want me to meet ya there?

You really think I wouldn't look into this myself? I've made grenades that do less than these guys do.

He really did...

[She rolls her eyes, as if it was a horrible experience all in it's own right.]

Meet your new gun, Whirl.

Still an issue that's in the eye of the beholder.

[Because...well, he doesn't mind explosions.]

...

Before things get too warm-and-fuzzy, ya don't happen to be familiar with anyone else spider-themed. Right?

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