AUGUST PLOT: A LOVELY TRIP TO PLANET 10952.EG.K

[luminals]

Arrival on EG.K is non-eventful; one will find themselves about a five minute walk away from the closest village on a very flat planet. The purple and turquoise grass waves in the near-constant warm breeze under a rosy pink sky, and while the sun seems far too close to the planet for comfort, the semi-cloudy nature of the planet means one can see far into the distance without squinting constantly.

EG.K is currently a delightful 23.9 degrees in Universal Standard Temperature, dipping down to 15.5 UST at night. Visitors to the planet can expect clear skies and no rain or storms for the week. Occasional winds up 50 MPH are present, but not constant.

Make friends with the locals, take a swim in a lake, actually do whatever it is you came here to begin with - whatever it is, enjoy your week on this charming and uneventful planet!

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[littlecousin]

Nita hasn't got an endgame for this prank; her planning ended with the splash. At least the big guy's taking it well, not that she gave any thought to what she'd have done if he hadn't. Sincere apology, probably. No one ever sees that coming.

"Looks like you needed the bath, anyway." She gestures at a tuft of grass trapped in his knee joint where the water hadn't quite succeeded in dislodging it. Then she attempts to pick it out, because that probably tickles, assuming robots are ticklish. Which, maybe they are? She doesn't know anything about robots.

[alwaysadrift]

Hey, sometimes spontaneity is the best way. It's mainly what got Drift out here in the first place, tearing around the plains with Rodimus just for kicks.

And at least this answers his internal musing of how uncouth it would be to take a dip and maybe wash up a little. Drift's new prankster playmate made that decision for him. It's going to take more than a quick dip to dislodge all local flora from his frame though, water streaking his white chestguard and leaving clean tracks through the dust. "Yeah well. I was being careful you know. Trying not to disturb the local wildlife." He peers at her sidelong with a quirk of his browridge, as if asking is she falls under 'local' because he already has the answer to the 'wild' part.

And you bet robots can be ticklish, the joints are especially sensitive since there's no thick armor and that's where the static charge tends to build up. So have a staticky sputter as that tuft of grass slides free.

[littlecousin]

While she doesn't answer the implied question, she's wearing a passport bracelet, which strong suggests her native locality is a long way from here.

Nita examines the wet grass from Drift's leg. Aside from being purple, it's unremarkable, and she tosses it over her shoulder, no longer interested. "Were you just rolling around on the ground?" No judgment, robro--she's rolled down her share of hills--but right now she's squeaky clean after taking a refreshing nap on a nice flat rock at the bottom of the lake.

cannot unsee images of Drift rolling like a cat in catnip now thanks

[alwaysadrift]

He doesn't notice the passport bracelet right away--they're tiny on humans okay?--but the more she gestures with that grass the harder it is to miss. Well. That would explain the ability to sweep him off his feet, literally. It's a little mollifying to his ego really, just about everyone from Knowhere had powers of some kind right? He's a little miffed that his own supposed powers of precognition didn't tell him that was coming. Apparently there's more meditation and aura clearing in his future.

"Rolling around?" he chuckles, "Course not. I drove here. Sorta took the scenic route." And probably left patterns in the plains that people from orbit might speculate were poorly drawn crop circles. In some kind of bad alien cursive. "Though I guess if by 'rolling' you mean four wheels then absolutely."

yw :3

[littlecousin]

Nita's host of superpowers might seem excessive to a species that isn't, y'know, functionally immortal and able to change shape at will, but since that doesn't describe Cybertronians, Drift ought to be able to take it all in stride. She herself certainly isn't bothered by giant robots. Her major criterion is whether they're nice giant robots, or if not nice, at least in possession of redeeming qualities.

"Huh. Where'd you park?" She looks around, squinting. The planet is very flat, and she doesn't see a car anywhere, much less a car that would fit a giant robot. "Is it cloaked?"

That's the obvious answer, of course.

wow RL got sucky for a while there

[alwaysadrift]

Take it all in stride he would; if anything, that seems way more normal than the micro-lifespan of the typical human. Now if only she made cool sound effects while changing shape, then they could really party on the kinship level. And Drift is nice! Totally nice. Nevermind that he carries more swords than he has hands. Those are just there for the Bad People™. Like Pharma. And Overlord. And generally speaking anyone who messes with Wing.

"Park?" His helm tilts because, you know, he's sitting right here. "Oh. Heh. No, if only I had cloaking technology. No we hide in plain sight." He lifts an arm and points to the outside of his forearm. That is definitely is a tire sticking out there. A tire covered in dirt-now-mud and mangled grass.

i know that feel :T

[littlecousin]

Her native culture is cartoonishly martial, so the swords don't strike her as perhaps somewhat belligerent to be carrying around everywhere.

Nita's not the most perceptive person out there, or the smartest, but she doesn't have to be slapped in the face with something to figure it out, or, extending the metaphor, run over by a shape-changing robot to realize that's what's going on.

"You transform into a car?"

Processing...

"That's so cool."

thanks for understanding!

[alwaysadrift]

And he comes from four millions years of war; he feels naked without his weapons. The Great Sword though, that's like leaving a piece of himself, (his faith and his mentor) behind when he's without it. It just doesn't feel right. Plus it's his ace in the hole, for when things get capital 'B' Bad.

Things here are far from bad though. Quite the opposite.

Drift grins, and it just gets broader as Nita processes her reaction. Have a rev of his engine, because he can't resist. "Born a speedster too, not just some utility vehicle."

There was a time he wasn't so proud of that, like before the war when it couldn't get him work except body-swapping at the relinquishment clinic so bots with more boring alt-modes could take his for a joyride. Things have changed though thankfully, he even has a few people here to thank for that.

[littlecousin]

FOURTEEN SWORDS.

"Ohmigosh, that's why you have tires! I thought they were decorative!" Nita's fashion sense is in fact bad enough that she would think random wheels on a giant robot are meant as jewelry, and she sticks her head back underwater to get a closer look at the one on his nearest leg, her long ponytail still floating on the surface. At least she's considerate enough not to poke at anything, though if their acquaintanceship continues for another 15 minutes or so, that will no longer be the case.

After satisfying herself that yep, that's a wheel, Nita stands back up and gives Drift a beseeching look that's been honed on years of begging favors from her cousin the king. "Will you show me?" The pleaaaaaaaaaase? isn't verbalized, but it's obviously there nonetheless.

[alwaysadrift]

Clearly he needs to shop the marketplace for 11 more robot sized katanas to achieve proper levels of cultural appropriation.

He laughs, "Decorative! With this much mud in them!? My taste isn't that bad." Really Nita, you wound him. He's not as stylish as Rodimus nor as vain, but he has a few decent ideas about keeping up appearances. Besides, there's a jet around here that he's crushing on, he can't look like a vagabond all the time!

Drift gives a wary look down into the water, that super suspicious expression one gets when they think they're about to be tickled or groped. That might have something to do with his other set of tires being located in the back of each thigh. When nothing happens--just about the time he's starting to wonder if he should poke that floating ponytail and make sure she hasn't succumbed to oxygen deprivation--Nita pops back up and he relaxes again.

And that's when he's hit with full frontal supplication and there's a little deer-in-headlights action. What is this strange occurrence?? A bashful hand rubs the back of his neck. "You really want to see it?" S-so forward. Drift likes that in a woman.