thisavrou_log | Who really is Racer X?

Who: Arcee and You /jazz hands
When: Mid to the end of June
Where: Various places around the Moira
What: Mysterious Motorbike Sightings Around the Moira: Is it a ghost bike?
Warnings: None at this moment, will change when/if needed. Also Bracket or Prose is a okay, I'll follow your lead.

Ghosting in the Hallways

Despite how densely packed population wise this ship has gotten, there are still areas that don't see much traffic, especially during certain shifts. Some practically deserted save for a few souls on the less popular shifts. Maybe you thought you heard the soft sound of an engine before it disappears around a corner...must be your imagination right? Or maybe you see a flash of shiny blue out of the corner of your eye as you turn a corner.

Of course maybe you just see a flipping sports bike parked in some doorway of one of the locked rooms and decide to investigate.

Cargo Bay Occupant.

After both Niko and Riptide had mentioned the cargo bay, Arcee was at first dubious in using such with it being such a hot spot. Yet, once she had gotten a good idea of shifts and who used it the most she decided it was worth a shot at least for stops every now and again, or for times when she felt homesick and just wanted noise around her as she lightly dozed. It wasn't Ratchet's grumbling, Miko and Bulkhead listening to music, or Jak, Raf, and Bee playing video games; but it was at least better than the silence of the hallways.

With how some of the supplies were set up it was even easy to just back up in a space between crates and become unseen until someone walked right past her that is and realized there was a motorbike between ship parts and bulk foodstuff. Even when she did move something or nudged a crate out of place she made certain it was back where it belonged before the next shift showed up.

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Tex had brought her new motorcycle back from the planet the third day after she bought it, and parked it in the cargo bay—she'd gotten the high-speed countryside rides out of her system by then. But now, about a week later, she decided to see how it did in the hallways of the ship. It would be a careful thing, to be sure she didn't hit anyone, but there were seldom-accessed areas of the ship where she knew she'd be able to bring it to a fairly quick clip. Not anywhere near the speeds she could ride it down on the planet, but it was something.

The way the halls were arranged in this area, she could make a giant rectangle in these four connecting hallways. It was the closest thing to a track she knew of, and it was going to require slowing way down to take the corners, but that's where she decided to head. She didn't see the other motorcycle parked nearby when she got to the first hallway—she was too wrapped up in the thoughts of what she was about to do.

Arcee hadn't really thought about the track implications when she had first found this hallway. More it appealed to her due to the lack of most people, and the fact you could get to various sections of this floor depending on which hallway was used as a starting point.

So she was only slightly surprised when she see's someone setting themselves up for a few laps on their own motorcycle. It really shouldn't be that much of a surprise if what she's learned about how long everyone is confined to this ship before a new planet is docked at.

Instead she flicks her headlights to catch attention before casually rolling close enough a conversation can be had without shouting.

"Hallways are all yours for the moment."

Tex would be startled, but she's become familiar with the Cybertronian crew members by now. She nods.

"Thanks. You taking a break?"

"Mostly just hanging around. Maybe we should paint some boundary lines and make this a proper course one day."

Granted she was mostly patrolling instead of racing because boredom, but no one needs to know that.

Tex smirks. "I like that idea." She revs the engine of her motorcycle lightly. "Maybe we ought to run back to the planet and buy some paint."

[if riptide had figured out arcee's alt mode, he might be mildly jealous. firstly it has wheels and secondly, it's small enough to be usable in the ship. he doesn't hate his alt mode by any stretch of the imagination, but sometimes... riptide wishes he could drive. sometimes.

arcee may be ghosting around, doing her weird thing, but hopefully able to avoid crashing into a... blockage in the hallway.

riptide's sitting against a wall, legs stretched out across the floor. he... may have accidentally fallen asleep in the middle of the hall.]

[Arcee doesn't even really remember just when it was she had to bunny hop over someone's legs in alt or even robot mode. But here she is, using her shocks like they were springs to pop over Riptide's legs since trying to come to a complete stop was too risky.

Though she does pull a small u-turn once on the other side and contemplates for a few moments if waking him up is a good idea or not. If he's sleeping out there is a chance he really needs the sleep, but at the same time it is a hallway.]

And you were getting on me about not using my assigned room.

[She's going to wait a few moments before transforming and figuring out the best way to wake him up that won't have him possibly punching her on reflex or such.]

[there's no response from riptide. he's pretty out of it. even when she hops over him and snarks, nothing.

one of his legs shifts. that's it.

WAKE THIS IDIOT UP, ARCEE.]

[Really? Also, How? Being able to sleep that deeply with anyone around is a mystery to her. Though it doesn't stop her from transforming back and keeping a decent distance between her and him for the moment.]

Riptide, get up.

[She waits to see if he stirs before calling out again. If he doesn't respond she'll have to try a different tactic.]

I don't think using a hallway like this will earn you points if someone needs to transport heavy equipment this way.

Mphff... later.

[he groans, then rolls over. you know how you sleep deeply like this around other people? self neglect! yay!]

[She's doing this for your own good Riptide, because this is how people end up with a knife in the spine in other places. It's a pity he can't see the moment she decides the course of action. Then again, it may be more traumatic to see her slowly bring her arms up and suddenly she has arm shanks from wrist to elbow.

Her use of them is likely also somehow considered cruel and unusual as she sets blade to blade and slides them against one another like one would draw nails down a chalkboard. Hope you don't mind the sound of metal screeching on metal for a few moments before she pops those knives back in like nothing happened.]

[yeah, that does it.

riptide gets to his feet at a speed that is probably pretty impressive for someone of his side and bulkiness and looks around. only... he's not really awake yet. when he finally sees arcee, he yells loudly and... tries to kick her.

gj.]

[She's not even mad, because look! You do have some survival instincts even if they are a bit too slow to save you most of the time.

She does give you points for how quickly you went from on the floor to on your feet there though.]

There are a lot of hallways that don't get much traffic if you're going to make this a habit in your napping tendencies you know.

[She says now twenty feet further away than where she first was because she jumped away from your kick there.]

Also, yelling right before you attack someone just gives them time to dodge.

Wuh...

[HE'S STILL ASLEEP JUST SLAP THIS CHILD AWAKE ARCEE]

Oh... [riptide looks around, then cocks his head at her.] ...why are you in my room?

[god damn it riptide]

[There is an urge to place her face into her hands and silently scream for a moment, but she's stronger than that. Instead she just stares. Stares with that look of disbelief only witnessing something that you don't know whether it was full stupidity or a grain of genius in a stupid stunt can produce.]

I didn't realize your room was a hallway Riptide. Might want to put a sign up so people know.

It--

[finally, he wakes up properly, looking around.]

...I was in my room when I fell asleep...

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