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Who: Disciple and OPEN
Where: Here, there, everywhere.
When: March 21-25th
What: Various shenanigans from Di adopting a mutant cat that seems to be made of silly putty, painting, and other things. Feel free to ping me on my journal if you want to plot :3
Warnings: None for now.



a. meet pudding

[Di was surprised it had taken her this long to get a pet. It was so simple to do here on Earth, and she was in a position now where she could reasonably do so. Returning to her home day after day, with no company made for a lonesome experience. With everything that had been happening she really could use someone to openly love, dote on, and cuddle with.

When she entered the animal shelter, Di quickly realized that limiting herself to just one cat would be one of the greatest tests of her will she had ever undergone.

After a couple hours of cooing over nearly every cat in the shelter Di walked out a very happy troll, with a new pet cat on her shoulders. A pet cat that looked more like a big lob of pink silly putty with eyes that was currently melting down her shoulder.

His name was Pudding and she was enjoying a day out in the park with him, perched beneath a tree with a picnic basket next to them.

((ooc; so an explanation. I've always wanted to get Di a cat like Choo-choo Bear from Something Positive. Pudding is similar in attitude and...substance and is the result of your run of the mill crazy mutation through tragic/scientific means. Feel free to be completely and utterly disgusted by him. Or love him. Or hate him on a sincere and personal level.))]

b. painting

[With a small source of personal income, Di now felt she could buy things she wished for without guilt. One of the first things she had invested in was some paints and canvases, and she had been painting nonstop since.

As it was a beautiful day, cooler than some of the recent ones, Di had decide to work outside. She had brought along her canvas bag with some finished paintings: the sight of both of Alternia's moons in a starry sky, the Signless, Psionic, and Dolorosa gathered around a campfire, the market place of one of the many rural villages they had passed in their journeys. There were other paintings as well, not pertaining to her home world: the first look of Earth she had glimpsed from space, the city at night with all its bright lights.

At the moment she was well into another painting, working with a tiny brush at painting the likeness of the Cybertronian she had recently encountered for a second time. Orion Pax was someone her heart went out to, and she hoped that soon all things would become clear for him.]

Comments

[private message to vanessa]

[scribes]

Vanessa? Hi, it's Di. Are you available?

[ She's currently with Orion who is not exactly in good shape. She didn't know who else to turn to]

[goldpaw]

Di, good to hear from you! What's – oh. Is it urgent?

[she sounds kind of busy, but if she was super busy she wouldn't have answered]

[scribes]

Yes, it is. [There is a pause as Di tries to fish for the right words]

You wouldn't happen to know anything about treating Cybertronians, would you? [...maybe not the best, but it got the most important question out of the way. If Vanessa didn't, there wouldn't be much point in trying to get a favor.]

[goldpaw]

Cybertronians? [somewhat briskly – she's in a bit of a hurry, but she considers the Disciple a valuable asset and wants to hear her out.] I'm afraid not, what's a Cybertronian?

[scribes]

[Well, damn. Di was legitimately not expecting that.]

Sentient robot lifeforms? [Her voice had dropped and she sounded a little unsure of herself. Di's cheeks were coloring a little considering that Orion was right there. She really hoped that wasn't an offensive way to describe them.]

[goldpaw]

Oh - [there's been a little bit of chatter about that sort of thing knocking around lately, and considering her run-in with that flashy sports car... Vanessa goes from brisk to intrigued in the blink of an eye.] I think I know what you mean. I don't have any direct experience with a living robot, but I could definitely take a look...

[scribes]

That's wonderful. [Even if Vanessa did not have previous experience with Cybertronians, she is still their best bet.]

Would you be able to come our way? [She'd rather not make Orion have to transform again is possible, and after being in the tower she doesn't imagine it'd be very comfortable going into another enclosed area.]

[chapterfiveversenine]

[Legion's consensus buzzes at the sight of the painting. ORION PAX alias OPTIMUS PRIME recognized a young runtime points out unnecessarily--every runtime is monitoring visual input as the platform moves to engage.

The platform in question is vaguely approaching disguise, wearing pants, boots, and a hoodie with the hood up.]

Inquiry: identity of painting subject?

[scribes]

[Di has to work to pull herself out of her intent focus. Her eyes fall on Legion, seeming puzzled by his attire and manner of speech.]

This? A Cybertronian. [She is sparing in detail, not because she wants to be curt but because she wouldn't feel right talking about Orion without his permission, given his situation.]

Have you ever met one before?

[chapterfiveversenine]

[Runtimes -0644 and -1634 run a thermal scan of the area and find it mostly empty as the consensus deliberates on precisely how much data ro reveal.]

We believe we recognize this specific Cybertronian. He is Autobot-designate-Optimus-Prime.

[scribes]

[We?]

I know him as Orion Pax. [Orion had referred himself as such at one point though so Di does recognize it as a title of his. Still, hearing someone call him that feels strange to her.] Is he a friend of yours?

[chapterfiveversenine]

[Legion ignores the question.]

A comrade of his told us this name. We encountered each other during the Dynamo Towers crisis. What is his status?

[scribes]

[Di was really uncertain how to proceed here. On one hand she didn't really want to give away any information Orion might not want her to. On the other if she could do something to giving him some breathing room, she'd really like to.]

He is doing okay. He is confused, but he is in good condition.

B

[deadpartners]

[ Arcee's scouting out the city with her holomatter avatar when she sees the Alternian. She's since discovered there are a few trolls on this planet, but it's strange to see the Alternians here, mixed in with the humans. Cybertronians and Alternians have had a turbulent history together at best, and the idea that there are even a handful of them on Earth is a little strange. But stranger still is the painting she's working on -- it catches her attention immediately and she draws closer, watching Di work for a minute or two before she says anything. ]

Don't mean to interrupt, but -- would you mind telling me what you're painting?

[scribes]

[Di is nearly done with the painting, focusing on the moment on completing Orion's face. It was the eyes, as ever, that caused her the most difficulty but she was determined to get them right. In her mind she could see them as clearly as if he were standing in front of her, but the image dissipated when Arcee spoke.

She turned towards the human, clearly a bit out of sorts until she focused her sight on Arcee.]

Oh! This? It's a Cybertronian, an alien species.

[deadpartners]

You don't say.

[ Well, so much for discretion on this planet. That plus the rumors of Cybertronian sightings she's seen on the human data networks is starting to make all of the disguising and creeping around feel sort of unnecessary -- except the Decepticons are still a threat, and whoever was responsible for that AI. Arcee debates being honest with the Alternian, but given the turbulent history between their species and the fact that this one is a total stranger...she holds off. Her real body does start to make its way through the streets toward her avatar and Di, though. Never hurts to be prepared. ]

I think I've heard of them, actually, but I thought they were just...rumors. Is this one...a friend of yours?

[scribes]

I hadn't know about them until recently myself, but no, they are very much real. [It looks like she wants to add something else before she decides against it and turns to look at the painting as she considers Arcee's question.

In truth she and Orion hadn't really spoken that many times, but their most recent conversation had certainly made her feel connected to Orion in a way she wasn't with anyone else in her life right now.

So really, there was only a near negligible hesitance before she nodded, tone warm as she spoke.]

Yes, he is.

[deadpartners]

[ Maybe this is the friend Orion had mentioned, the one who had helped him get some medical care. Arcee doesn't want to snoop, exactly, but she has to find out a little more. She wants to be as appraised of the situation as possible. She steps in a little closer, examining the painting. She's talented, that's for sure. ]

Do you mind if I ask how you met?

[scribes]

[Now that gave Di reason to pause. She would never question the desire to learn, so had Arcee simply asked about Cybertronians in general she would have been happy to divulge what she knew. Her brow furrows and the smile fades a little.]

I'm sorry if I offend but why do you ask?

For Breakdown

[scribes]

How had she gotten here?

Di didn't know, but strangely it didn't particularly matter to her. It was nice out here, with the night sky high above her, with all its many stars. The ground was soft beneath her feet and a cool air blew her hair out of her face. The noise of the city was a distant din behind her, gone was the incessant sounds of cars, blaring music, people racing from building to building. The quiet she had always sought was out here in the endless sea of sand.

Her feet eventually brought her to a dune where she settled down. She began to drag a stick she had found earlier in the deep sand: a familiar scene, of days long past. Signless, Dolorosa, and Psionic all gathered around a campfire.

Then came other figures, scrawled on the ground: Karkat, Sollux, Orion in his truck form, Ben, Legion, Arcee's human avatar until she was filling the ground with all the figures she had met during her time on Earth.

[buffedthat]

He'd been headed in from some errand in the city, and he was just starting to set into the dunes. He preferred the dunes to the streets, really. Thick treads and huge tires lend themselves more easily to sand, and there's a certain thrill in powering up a dune just to slide down the other side. His engine is working up toward its roar — when it spots something. His engine quiets again as he slows, and a moment later his front tires turn, steering himself toward what he's decided is worth investigating.

As he draws nearer, he discovers he was right: a troll. Specifically, a troll he's met before. He revs his engine to cover the last of the distance between them, adding a flash of his headlights in case the noise wasn't enough. And as he draws close: "You come here often?"

He saw that line on a movie.

[scribes]

Her mind became a little more clouded as she busied herself on the dune, scarcely noticing the every time a wind blew by, half of her work was undone. To her it was simply enchanting to see the way she could shift the ground apart to create images. She froze for a moment, staring at what might be the third picture of Jack she was drawing when finally she notices Breakdown flashing his lights.

She stares ahead of her where the lights had shone, and then at the sound of his voice she finally turns around.

When she hears who it is she goes from calm and lazy to excited and hyper at the drop of a hat, practically shooting up into the air in her haste to get up.

"Breakdown!" Without an ounce of hesitancy she hopped the rest of the way over to him, leaning on the front of his vehicle form and looking up. She was near opposite of the morose person she'd been when they first met.

"Long time no see! How are you doing?" She bumped her head against his front.

[buffedthat]

Whoa, hello. He brakes quickly enough to give a little errt! and stop with a jerk. He hadn't minded talking with this organic, it would be sort of a shame to squish her.

"Not bad." Confusion doesn't last long before it dissolves into amusement, though. She must be in a good mood. "What about you? And what're you doing out here, anyway? The city's back that way."

[scribes]

The question seems to confuse her more than it should and she frowns for a moment, furrowing her brow in deep thought. The looks past Breakdown where the lights are visible even from here when it finally strikes her.

"I don't know!" She declares it almost proudly, as if it's a very profound thing to be doing this far out in the desert.

Then, as if she hadn't just declared her ignorance of why she was out there she turned out, waving her stick happily. "I drew you! See! Right he--" When she went to point out his image it was only to see that shifting sands had once again erased half of his figure.

[buffedthat]

Huh. She's acting more than just in a better mood than last time he ran into her. He crouches in his alt mode, thinking it over, and decides he has no idea what it might be. He doesn't know enough about organics to even make a guess. After a quick scan for life signals (it seems like they're the only two sentient things in the area, hopefully), he slides into transformation, straightening to his full height.

"Looks like it was pretty good," he says, leaned over to get a look at what she'd pointed out. He cocks his head to train the yellow-eyed gaze on her, next. "So, uh... you feeling alright? Processor overheating, anything like that?"