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[tsunclonus]

Who: Cyclonus and YOU!
When: Between the 18th and the 24th (pre-Scraplets)
Where: Cargo Bay/Hallways/Observation Deck
What: Cyclonus gets his mail, starts doing his job, and tries to be a better boyfriend.
Warnings: Gay robots. (Will update as needed)


Cargo Bay, 18th

Cyclonus has received a message about a package waiting for him, and has made his way to the cargo bay to retrieve it. He opens the large crate first, and much to his relief it's the energon he requested. The rest of the Cybertronians will be pleased to hear that they can relax the energon rationing somewhat.

He's surprised by the second, smaller crate. He didn't request anything else. Pulling off the lid, however, his jaw actually drops. If anyone approaches, he'll be quickly pressing the cover back into place.


Hallways - Various

Following the shipment of energon received on the 18th, Cyclonus has decided to actually start doing his job. With the energy available now to project his holoform, the Moira's crew will find a tall, dark-skinned, red-eyed, and purple-haired woman prowling the hallways, wearing something that looks like an odd amalgamation of his usual holo dress and his appropriate Moira uniform.

He's busy getting a better sense of the ship's layout in order to plan evacuation routes and it's much easier to get around when you're the size of a human, so his holomatter avatar can be found all over the ship.


Observation Deck - Semi-closed to Tailgate

It took him awhile to work up his courage and set aside his pride, but several days after the mail drop, Tailgate will receive a simple message in his inbox from Cyclonus:

Meet me on the Observation Deck

Comments

[daintylegs]

Oooh, that was different and intriguing! Tailgate instantly abandoned his craft projects and drove all the way to the observation deck, his mind racing through all the possible reasons Cyclonus would send for him. Was someone dying? Did someone new somehow arrive? Or maybe Cyclonus just wanted to spend time with him. He seemed more intent on doing that lately.

"Cyclonus!" Tailgate said as he motored into the observation deck. This was a creepy place when you were alone, but it was alright with someone else. He transformed and walked excitedly up to his friend. "You wanted to see me?"

cargo bay

[knaval]

Riptide hadn't seen what was in the second crate, but had been in watching nearby. He'd opened his own little piece of mail earlier and had the box under his arm.

"Heeey Cyc-lonus," he says in a sing-song tone. He almost said the Forbidden Nickname, but remembers at the last second it was not approved.

"What's in the box, buddy? You look a bit shocked. Is it something... lewd?"

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Nihlus is on his way back to his room when he crosses paths with Cyclonus.

And then he kind of just stops.

Out of all the Citadel races, the turians weren't exactly the sharpest with their noses, sitting somewhere between the elcor and the asari in regards to their ability to sniff things out.

It was still better than a human's sense of smell though, and it was enough to catch the fact that the woman, decked out in makeup and clothes that should absorb a lot of smells- kind of just smelled like nothing.

Turning, Nihlus watches her walk down the hallway, has a moment of internal debate, and then shrugs before trotting on over.

"Hi, I'm Nihlus," he says by way of greeting. She didn't look like the handshake sort and he refrains on that front.

Hallways!

[notglitching]

While he keeps a close enough eye on the network, Rinzler doesn't bother trying to keep watch over every new import wandering the halls. Especially every user. While the sheer impracticality of the outfit gets a glance, Rinzler's just as inclined to pass it by and continue his own patrol. Not a threat. Not relevant.

The brush of code in proximity goes a long way to change that. The enforcer stops sharply, black mask twitching toward the shape as his constant whirring rattle skips. It's not the deep-embedded signature of those AI installed in human bodies—they hadn't even flagged without a closer examination. It also doesn't feel as substantial as the reploids. Almost as if...

The program's stare stays fixed, no change in sound or posture. But if Cyclonus is capable of detecting the intrusion, he might feel the light press of an active scan. Somebody's fishing for data.

hallways

[unyieldinghope]

It's while X is wandering the ship in his own curiosity (and a similar desire to map it out) that he winds up staring for a second until memory and visual sort themselves out and he realises no, that isn't Layer, but there's definitely a woman onboard the ship who resembles one of the Hunter navigators he's been working with, somewhat? In terms of basest design aspects, anyway, and it'd been the height and colour palette that caught him first.

That doesn't, unfortunately, happen in time to keep him from calling out. It's only a half-formed sound, not even a name or anything, just. Well, it's just shy of "bwuh?", if only because it's too hard to say "bw" right as he's processing, and something else hits him and interrupts, which makes it all the more obvious it isn't Layer while being no less baffling.

"Ah?" Please have a much smaller than your usual robot, Cyclonus, because X's just tilting his fluffy head in confusion, here. Something about the way she "reads"--not literally, because he doesn't even try scanning (there's been no introduction of any kind, yet, and he finds it rude to "ask" about someone even superficially before that), but in the way that when he passes by a human, there's just this inherent difference from when he passes by a mechaniloid, Reploid, or Zero. Not bad or good or really anything other than a detection of something made differently. It's the same with holograms. And this is... well, equally strange, because his systems can't quite place what his field picks up with any of those.

[warandpeace]

☄ Hallways
[Miller is on his way to his training room when he passes the unfamiliar woman. Today is a day for the crutch, and while he's using his prosthetics they do still hurt significantly from time to time. The adjustment period isn't easy.]

[He has no idea that it's Cyclonus. Just gives the pretty lady a once over and a friendly smile.]

Are you new around here? Don't remember seeing you around.