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Who: riptide and bee
When: a week after shitstorm
Where: the... moira
What: i have no idea how this is going to go honestly
Warnings: traumatised kids

[it's worrying that every time he looks for bee he's nowhere to be found.

riptide was never actually sure if bee was brought back in from space. everything is blurring together and sometimes he's not even sure if most of it is real. he could ask, sure, but eventually everything gets the better of him and he accidentally naps for over 100 hours. inconvenient. he's not entirely sure if that happened, either.

when he finally wakes up, he stumbles to the observation deck, vaguely wondering if they're finally in a place where he'll recognise the stars.

they're not, but he recognises bee sitting in a corner, picking at a package. riptide knows he's probably not a welcome sight, so he doesn't approach. he pings bee's mid and waves instead.]

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[He hadn't been expecting anything in the mail, so when he's gotten the message it had been a little bit of surprise. To be honest, it was a relief to leave the habitsuite for a while, since he's been spending a lot of time in there trying to avoid thinking about what had happened over the last few days. But enough was enough. He's so sick of being upset over this, he's so done with this routine. Time for everything to be better.

The package isn't particularly conspicuous but Bee is still cautious about opening it. He remembers Riptide getting something bad and so he's just sat against a wall and put it in his lap to stare at it. Pick at the edges occasionally. Trying to figure out what it is without opening it. There's a clinking noise when he tilts it, and that's kinda alarming.

The ping makes him jump, and he glances at his MID and then over to Riptide, optics paling a little. Visions of him crushing organics between his servos fill his head, and his tank clenches uncomfortably. All he manages is a weak smile back before he frowns down at his package, trying to distract himself.]

What are you?

Edited 2016-07-20 11:24 (UTC)

[sighing, he plops his ass down where he was sitting. he doesn't want to give up because he knows they can't just ignore each other forever.

bee'll get a text:] cmon man

[Bee side glances at Riptide when he sits down, frowning again when the device pings. It takes him a small moment before he looks at it. He fires one back.]

what?

are u

[real? this is the first time he's seen bee since he was spaced and his spark feels like it is about to explode.]

ok?????

[Bumblebee off lines his optics for a moment, venting slowly as he tries to banish thoughts from his head involving what happened that day. He misses Riptide a lot, hating that every time he thinks about him there are flashes of red and gore instead of the old feeling of friendship and comfort. He doesn't reply for a few long moments, sitting there with his fingers clutching at the box in his lap, before finally he looks over to the boat.]

I'm better. Ratchet fixed me up.

[riptide offers a shaky smile, though still keeps his distance.]

Good. I was really worried about you.

[his optics flick down to the box and his spark contracts again. at least that one is too small to have a body part in it.]

What-- did you get?

[He wants to say that he was worried about Riptide too, that he wondered where he'd been for the last week, but he picks at the edges of the box instead. He hates that he's so unsure how to act around Riptide now, hates that all he can remember is the image of flesh popping and squishing between Riptide's fingers.

So he focuses on the mail, giving a small shrug.] That's what I'm trying to figure out... [He trails off, shaking it again.] it sounds like whatever it is got damaged by all the glass junk.

I guess what ever it is shattered.

[riptide doesn't show it, but his spark clenches painfully again as his mind wanders to trailcutter's head briefly. how it shattered.]

Can't do much more damage if it's already broken, right?

Yeah, good point. [He glances up at Riptide before starts ripping the box open carefully, steeling himself for the worst possible outcome. He digs out the largest thing in the box, a mounted canvas, holding it up. He stares at it before doubling over the box, shaking as he starts making crying noises, painting still in his servos.]

Oh--

[BAD BAD REALLY BAD riptide leans over and puts a careful hand on bee's back without thinking, rubbing slowly.]

It's okay. C'mere, you're okay.

[though looking at the painting he can't help but wonder what the fuck it is.]

[And just like that everything that he'd been thinking about in regard to Riptide vanishes. His spark clenches painfully when the hand goes to his back, flinching only slightly before he looks up at Riptide, absolutely lost. He runs at his face, realising how stupid he must look, trying to pull himself together as he stares at the hideous painting.

After a few minutes, Bee manages to get his words back.] M-man, Bulkhead is the worst at painting. [He says it with a weak laugh before frowning and burying his face against any pet of Riptide that's near.]

It doesn't even look anything like Sari.

[they must be bee's friends from back home. part of riptide is intensely curious about what the world bee knows is like but refrains from asking. maybe some other time.]

I dunno, I can see some parts.

[human, interesting.]

We'll get home soon, okay? You'll see them again, and you'll have all these awesome stories to tell about...

[he trails off. huh bee has kind of had a terrible time here hasn't he woops]

[Bumblebee gives a small forced laugh, sitting back up to hold the punting away from him to get a better look at it.]

Awesome stories? I'm pretty sure Optimus and Prowl would freak if I tell them what happened. [he gives a small sniff, putting the painting down so he can rub at his face.] Geez, I even miss Prowl.

Edited 2016-07-21 18:30 (UTC)

...Okay, Optimus I understand because that's kind of his thing, but Prowl? He's a jerk! He wouldn't-- [a beat. oh yeah.] Different universes! Jeez, a Prowl that cares. That's creepy.

[he pulls bee a little closer, though leaving plenty of room for him to move away if he wants to.]

Maybe they'll even show up here. I miss my friends, too. Skids, Swerve, Nautica... I think you'd really like them.

[He says this without a beat:] He's a Cyberninja. He's all about stillness and processor over matter stuff.

[Bee looks up as Riptide tugs him closer and seems to settle.] what kinda name is Skids? [he laughs weakly, leaning up next to him.]

I miss Bulk and Sari. And everybody. I think you and Bulk would like each other, he's a pretty great Autobot, even if he's not a great painter.

Yeah, let's hope he ends up here instead of the Prowl I know.

[creepy bastard. anyway, riptide is pleased that bee doesn't pull back.]

That's just his name. He's a really cool guy - outlier. He can learn anything just by watching someone do it once. So, obviously the first thing he did was watch someone juggle chainsaws.

[he snorts, shaking his head.]

He sounds like a good guy. Maybe he'd be able to paint the stars here and get more practice in.

Chainsaws? That sounds awesome, I wanna see that.

[The more they talk, the more comfortable Bumblebee seems to get. He actually leans against Riptide.]

Bulk is... he's a gentle giant. We met at the acadamey, and I was kinda a jerk to him because he wanted to just become a space bridge eningeer instead of y'know. A badass member of the Elite Guard. But... he was the only bot there who actually gave a damn about me. He's a really good friend, even if he has a habit of smashing stuff with his huge aft.

[He gives a soft smile as he talks, looking at the painting.] Sari is awesome, she's the first human we met! She taught us all about how humans work and how to live on Earth, and taught me about videogames and music and tv! [He pauses, deflating a little.] I miss her a lot. Some real bad stuff went down before I got here, and. I'm worried about her. I wanna make sure she's okay.

They both sound pretty cool, you're lucky to have each other.

[he curls bee in more against his side, absentmindedly.]

You should hang that up. Somewhere were Whirl won't be able to get to it. [he thinks for a moment.] Where are you staying now?

Edited 2016-07-23 13:16 (UTC)

[Bee doesn't seem to protest.]

Whirl? Yeah, right. [He puts the painting back in the box where it sends the rest of it's contents clinking.] He actually, uh. Kinda gave me some advice? So, I think. He's not so bad anymore. Or at least doesn't want to kill me.

[he peers in the box, feeling around with his servos for what's making the noise.] With Ratchet. But I haven't really been in there for a while. I think he's got a Starscream now, so, I'm done.

Huh. Here I thought his nutjob status was unquestionable. He'll probably be furious to know you told people he cares.

[riptide huffs a gentle sigh.]

How's Ratchet doing? He'd probably let you hang it in his room. Or you should just do it anyway.

[Bee grabs onto to pieces of cool glass, looking up at Riptide, with a crooked smile.]

Not as furious as he was when I broke into his room and moved all his tools. [Because, hey. He needed to tell somebody.] Ratchet was so mad at me too too but it was totally worth it.

[and then he's pulling the shards out and staring dumbly at them. He knows what they are--he recognises one from back when Sari and he saved Blurr from Master Disaster, and the other from the dumb time stopping villain they took down.]

--Allspark shards! Riptide, look!

Oh, my god. [he's laughing.] If you ever go missing we'll know exactly who did it.

[unlike the time bee went missing and it was riptide's fault for not grabbing him quick enough.]

Whatspark shards?

[he leans forward to get a better look.]

What am I looking at?

[That gets a frown out of the small bot, and he carefully cradles the shards in his servos, looking up at Riptide.]

Uh, the Allspark? Y'know. The thing that gives all Cybertronians life? How do you not know what that is?

Sounds like some sorta weird religious thing.

[riptide shrugs.]

They just look like glass shards to me. No offence. And I mean, everyone knows sparks come from the ground!

[shut up riptide]

[he stares at him for a moment before looking down at the glass shards. They're definitely not made of Allspark energy, that's for sure.]

They musta got damaged by the Ingress, with everything being glass right now. [He holds them up to look at them more closely.]

Sparks don't come from the ground Riptide, what the slag.

They look pretty, though.

[he snorts.]

Okay, I know there's some religious stuff but I've literally seen hot spots. I mean, there are a load of sparks that came from the Matrix as well but hot spots are the popular ones.

...Maybe the Matrix has the Allspark inside it? How big is it?

Hot spots? [He sounds really confused here.]

Uhh, I guess it's like... this big? [He holds his arms out.] The Allspark itself is about this big? But it sits in a yellow box about this big, which helps contain all the energy. Or it did, until it shattered.

Edited 2016-08-01 18:18 (UTC)

Yeah. Like a cluster of sparks growin' out the ground.

[riptide taps his chins.]

Different universes, man...

[That sounds fake, but okay]

How do they get into Protoforms? Does somebot put them there?

Yeah, for forged bots they're put into a natural body as well. Cold constructed bots like me had their sparks frozen from the Matrix and put into a pre-built body. That's how they kept up production during the war.

[riptide snorts.]

And is also kinda private, so don't ask anyone if they're forged or CC. You might get a slap in response.

Oh... Sorry. [He looks a little apologetic, placing the shards back in the box they came in carefully.]

When the Allspark shattered, the energy went all over Detroit and into some Earth vehicles, giving them Sparks. It's weird, like Sari's key. It's infused with energy from the Allspark, and she can use it to do... Well, pretty much anything. She's saved a lot of us with it.

[There's a small pauses as he glances back at the painting, leaning against Riptide.] Man, why are so many bots from your universe here? Would it kill the Ingress to bring in somebot I know?

[riptide shrugs.]

Don't be. I told you myself, it's not like you asked. [then shakes his head.] Why is it always Earth? Our war ended on Earth, too. I've never even been but that's where Optimus and the rest of high command always seem to be hanging out...

I have no idea. Ours seems to be the worst so far, I hope someone from your universe shows up. I kinda want to meet your Prowl.

Always Earth? We crash landed! And almost got arrested for even being on an organic planet! It's not something you're really allowed to do back home.

[Bumblebee leans against Riptide companionably, letting a vent escape him.] Hah. He's super annoying. [He's smiling though.] Talks about being still and quiet all the time and I'm just like-- You can't be still and quiet all the time in battle! My whole thing is being loud and fast! He totally doesn't get me.

He can't be worse than our Prowl. He's kind of... a really bad person. Like, a lot of people have died because of him and he doesn't seem to care? He's a jerk.

Who else was on your team?

My Prowl is kind of a selfish jerk... but I'm pretty sure he hasn't caused anybot to die.

[He hates how Grimdark your timeline is. Yeesh.]

Optimus, Ratchet, Bulkhead and me! And Sari. She's been a part of team Prime since we got to Earth.

I think he just stopped caring. I've never met him, thankfully.

[though if he did he would probably ask prowl to sign something. autograph from the devil!]

Optimus? You're on his team? What's he like? Is his voice as deep as the legends say?

[Bumblebee laughs at that.] What? No. Optimus... he's a good Prime. I mean, sometimes he says really stupid stuff and I just ignore him, but I know his spark's in the right place after we cool off. [There's a pause.] But he's one pit of a buzzkill! Totally doesn't know how to have fun, which is what I'm all about! So we argue a lot. But if anyone tried to hurt him, I'd be there protecting him! He's a buzzkill, but he's our buzzkill, y'know?

[He snorts, looking up at Riptide.]

What kind of legends do you guys have?

I heard he once punched a mountain to death. I've met Orion Pax, you know. I don't doubt it. He was an angry bugger before he became Optimus. Friggin' .1%ers, man.

I also heard he once made Fat Tankor cry just by glaring at him, and that if you make him disappointed he devours your soul. That last one is obviously fake.

I dunno who Orion Pax is, but Optimus isn't angry. I dunno if he ever punched a mountain to death either... before we went to Earth all he did was watch war-time vids and be a nerd.

[He's laughing though.] It feels like he devours your soul when you disappoint him. Mostly I just think it's funny to make him mad. His engines get all revvy and huffy and he shakes and shouts and stomps his Prime feet.

Oh nooooooo that's... adorable...

[riptide is now imagining optimus with little steam blasts coming out his head.]

Gosh. I've never seen him in person. I wonder what he's like... other than a huffy baby. Kinda weird considering I was made to fight for him, huh?

Edited 2016-08-08 15:42 (UTC)

[That would be an accurate imagination.]

Oh man, he's totally a huffy baby. It's so easy to make him mad. [He pauses when he realises what Riptide actually said, leaning against him.] That's so weird. Optimus never fought in the war where I'm from. I'm pretty sure Megatron can't even remember his name--he just hisses and calls us Autobotssss.

What did he do where you're from? Why were you fighting for him?

[riptide laughs, putting on a Golem Voice]

Can't let the Autobotses get too far!!

[stupid.]

Optimus was the guy who led us through the entire war. I was fighting for him because I was made as an Autobot, but I think if I had the option I would've gone with them anyway. The Decepticons kinda went off the rails really quickly.

[That pulls a genuine laughing fit out of Bumblebee, and he has to suck in a few deep vents to cool his engines, grinning widely.]

He sounds just like that, man. It's like he's here. 'Cept there's gotta also be Starscream trying to take over the Decepticons and Lugnut praying to his lord and savior Lord Megatron. And Blitzbrain having a conversation with himself.

[Even though they were his enemies, they were at least predictable. Here, it's hard to know who's actually capable of murdering things.]

Huh! That's so weird. The war was long over when Optimus was a cadet, let alone a Prime.

Jeez! That sounds more like a circus than Decepticons.

[though lugnut sounds disturbingly like tarn. riptide doesn't think too hard about it.]

Different timelines, huh? Our Optimus was Orion Pax before, he only became Optimus when he got the Matrix. I think Primes just really like "mus" names.

[He grins a little.] Different timelines.

I never heard the name Orion Pax before. There's no mateix where I'm from either, Magnus selects Primes. We have a whole bunch right now? I think? [He pauses to think.] Optimus, Sentinel and Rodiums are all Primes I know of. And I guess, Longarm Prime... But, he turned out do be a Decepticon infiltrator called Shockwave so he doesn't count.

Magnus selecting Primes... jeez, if he ever shows up you should tell him. His head might explode.

[riptide rests his chin on his hand.]

I'm glad I'm not in politics.

Ugh, me too. It sounds really boring. I'm just a superhero instead.

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