I am so good at Bingo!

Just looping an arm over DeeDee's shoulder. "Buddy. You gotta tell Paxie how ya feel"

Dee's optics glared at Seacrest as his arm looped around his shoulder " He knows how I feel I already told him...and it's not your business anyways. Why do you care what goes on between us?" he grumbles looking Seacrest over.

Ghostspire stares down at Seacrest, unimpressed.

***

The Crystal Hill Village was humming, buzzing and jamming with life today, it's vibrant colours even brighter than usually. The commune was filled to the brim with new arrivals, lines of vans and trailers covered in flowery decorations, numerous tents and umbrellas scattered across the grassy hill, people in colourful baggy clothes and handmade accessories singing, playing, dancing and laughing. Enthusiasts that visit occasionally, members of other communes, or completely new faces, all travelling here for a three day Music Festival.

The music will be playing non-stop through the day and the night for the entirety of these three days that the commune will not sleep, welcoming new guests with open arms.

But Crystal Hill Village had a secret to keep. A secret that had to stay hidden from all of it's guests...

Their hangar was empty, Bulkhead temporarily away, the arrival of evening seeing most of the staff headed home. A long figure perched upon a stool out front, Gibson in hand, Fender to the left of her.

Assured of her privacy, she sings absentmindedly through the second verse, vocals hardly audible over the stiff, repetitive riffs.

"They were born of dust, shallow parasites; Break down destruction, ocean floors collide. If the blade is dull, there is consequence; If I stay I know, I'll be violent."

Moving into the chorus, she's swept into the swelling power chords, voice rising to match.

"Tell me the waves won't rise... and monsters will fade with time.... To temper the blaze with the twist of a knife, a sunkiller lullaby."

of course two of the highest scores are from bots who were in his processor.

Beastie and Steamtrack can stay.

Don't worry Roz, he still loves you very much.

Hopefully Starscream is having a good day, because it is about to take a turn for the worse, as (while waiting for the room to clear out after Starscream's last meeting, of course) a certain little fella is just going to go make himself comfortable in a certain seekers' personal space. "It didn't click, before, but did you call me Seaspark the other day?" Oh, yeah. He's smug. Radiating from that ridiculous smile on his face to those twitchy wings.

So much for decompressing within the private confines of his own office. A servo works into the tender points on either side of his helm, the question earning him an unsure look.

She hummed softly, nodding as she watches him release her arm. Continuing to hold him for stability, she shifts in her seat to sit cross-legged so that there was less of a chance of him slipping to the floor again and he had a little area for him to coil in safely. Only once she was sure he was secure and comfortable did she examine her arm, taking note of the many tiny holes that his teeth had caused.

Another hum escaped her, though it sounded more akin to a laugh.