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And perfect timing, too - nothing but empty desert and a dusty dirt road for miles around. Besides the red Autobot lazily rolling along, his human teen half hanging out the passenger side window letting her hair whip in the wind.

Cliffjumper's sensors ping from the incoming aircraft, and his engines gives a startled rev. "Well would ya look at that. Head up and arms in, kid, we've got unexpected company, and for once it's the good kind."

Sierra raises an eyebrow at his dashboard, but dutifully sits up straight to let Cliff roll up the window. "Friend of yours?"

"Sorta. Friendly acquaintance, anyway." He pulled to a stop on the dusty ground, and let the teen hop out before transforming to root mode. "You'll be able to see her in half a minute."

Starlane can count on one hand the number of mecha she personally knows who are taller than her; perhaps a handful more from stories or history texts.

It's a distinctly odd sensation to be tipping her helm back to look up for once.

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Beats looking down constantly. Proximity sensors from heel to knee allows him locomotion when moving in populated areas when pedestrians gawk up at him instead of fraggin' moving out of the way, but still. He missed landing pads and dock crew just unloading his hold with little pallet jacks.

Sometimes, the client wanted in hand delivered. Annoying, but depending on legality, sometimes you didn't want the dock master adding contents to the import manifest.

Thunder, at this point, has not had one direct interaction with violet, what the fuck is he going on about. Literally all he knows is she's pretty and has something going on with slash. His friends could've died, but he's over here stressing about a pretty lady he's seen once.

★ NAME: Tri

★ PRONOUNS: Your guess is as good as mine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

★ BEST EXPERIENCE: A long and lovely thread between my first attempt at a multi-muse blog and a now-archived Skyfire account, back when I was still very new to RP and delighted by any scrap of interest in my characters

★ PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: I mean. Getting communicated with at all is awesome - direct messaging works just fine, or dropping an out of character ask for a longer question. I know some folks like to RP on Discord but I have a harder time getting in the right mindset over there

★ MOST ACTIVE MUSE: Honestly? My adhd mind cycles through ideas so fast I jump around between blogs multiple times a day. This one probably sees more input from me with random posts, but @cliffandthekid gets the most activity with other people, and then @pathofstars is on the account I'm logged into with my phone, which I use to go looking for memes and aesthetic posts

★ EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS: Teeechnically four? But with, like. A two and a half year gap where I basically abandoned my original blog before eventually creating this one. So, very much a newbie, compared to some folks I've interacted with

★ RP PET PEEVES: Typos are one thing, but nonsensical prose is another, and sometimes no matter how much I'd love to interact with someone my hindbrain just can't get past sentences that don't fit or aren't translated well. No one is more upset about this than I am.

★ PLOTS OR MEMES: I am very much an author at heart who loves to write long exchanges, but memes are good too, especially with regards to breaking the ice with potential new friends

★ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: In that Volume tends to be nervous about overstepping? Yes. The others, not so much. But that's a big part of the fun of writing for multiple muses, canon or original - I get to explore where their voices take me

Shuttleformers couldn't very well transform and fly off into deep space without thick armor and fully sealed cabins, now could they? Not to mention a robust temperature regulation system to avoid losing too much heat in the void.

All of which is to say, being stuck at the bottom of a lake with half a mountain's worth of displaced mud pinning her frame is an annoyance to Starlane more than anything else. She'll weather this, and get herself out.

Eventually.

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🗦 @pathofstars 🗧 ... one of our muses finds the other submerged underwater, and is left to desperately try to save them.

Charlie wasn't afraid to admit that diving was taking a bit more to get back into than she thought at first. One trip to the pools she used to practice at reminded her quick just how rusty she was ( when adrenaline wasn't rushing through her system ) and how she'd need to start from the ground up all over again.

Thus, the lake.

Sure, she had some decent sea legs. She loved swimming and surfing around the beach, especially lately, but if she wanted to re-teach herself how to dive like she used to, then she'd need some.. calmer waters. Plus, the walk through the hiking trail was nice and quiet and much needed.

There was no way for Charlie to expect to find something.. not a fish when she went diving. At first she thought maybe it was a pile up of logs or trees from storms over the years. But.. the deeper she dove, the more she could tell whatever was laying beneath mounds of mud wasn't, in fact, tree trunks. It takes her about three more dives to figure out what was beneath all the mud was something metallic, and that's when her adrenaline was kicking back into gear.

There's a bit of preamble as she prepares herself for just how deep she'd have to get herself, and how long she'd need to hold her breath for. Several deep, deep swallowed breaths in preparation and she's walking up to the highest hiking point she can find nearest that mound of mud. A few more seconds and...

Charlie dove with ease through the air and through the water, gravity taking care of the rest as she's torpedo'd through the lake, diving deep enough she can reach the muddy bottom, hands desperately prying at whatever was beneath and brushing away as much mud as possible with large sweeps of her arms. The pressure was starting to tickle her ears a little, but thankfully not her lungs- yet. Charlie knew she had at least two minutes in her for the depth she dove, breath held expertly as she does her best to remove as much mud as possible, fingers gripping and pulling on plating and parts with desperate adrenaline-fueled strength.

Hrm. Does Laney bother to fully explain who and what she is, which would almost certainly dive into an aggravating spiral of disbelief and rising agitation - or does she try to pass off her comment as a product of idle gossip? ...on second consideration, that entire line of thought is foolish. "Nothing," she sighs, briefly waving one hand in a dismissive gesture. "You're Starscream. I've heard of you. I should know better than to let stories color my expectations." Even if those stories came from Skyfire, in a universe where his Starscream was long dead, and Laney knew them all by spark. She'd been raised a scientist and explorer, and Rule Number One for both was not allowing preconceived notions to affect interpretations of your data. "My name is Starlane. It's- nice to meet you." There. That's not too bad. A little flat, maybe, but not insincere

"A pleasure, I'm sure" Starscream can't say his surprised. He knows that most Cybertronians, once neutral or Autobot are unhappy with him. The fact that he was an Autobot himself before the war ended is not wide spread information. Only Primes earth group knew, and after the Primes death he does not know if they passed that information on, it's not like he was there under the rebuilding of Cybertron to correct anyone.

"Let me guess... Your caretakers where Autobots, and they told you a bunch of stories how horrible I am? Probably said I tried to take over the world at one point" He sighs, looking more tired then anything. But his here now, and he has corrected many bots.

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