RO > call me out; a forever open RP post

[midvalley]

CALL ME OUT a forever open rp post full muselist here. comment with the name of the character you want in the subject line. create a scenario or not. whatevs. let the tagging commence!

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[sciencetank]

... Is something the matter?

[Hey, he's observant. Just not about the right things.]

[makeshiftwings]

No. I'm just being stupid, that's all. Just give me a minute, okay?

[sciencetank]

Mm, as you wish.

[He'll just. Get up then.] I believe I had some notes to compile on that courtyard you located, anyway.

[makeshiftwings]

All right. Just don't wander too far.

[sciencetank]

I'm several thousand years old. I can manage a simple walk.

[makeshiftwings]

Hey, Perceptor?

Have you ever... loved somebody?

[sciencetank]

...

[well. That actually made him pause.]

No.

I can't say that I have.

[makeshiftwings]

Yeah.

Me neither.

[sciencetank]

Is that an issue?

[makeshiftwings]

[ She shrugs ] I don't know. I didn't seem like one.

[sciencetank]

Then... I can't say I entirely understand why you asked.

[makeshiftwings]

Don't worry about it. Just... go for your walk.

[sciencetank]

I intended to.

[But you're being so weird...]

[He nods to her, then steps out to do just that.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ She will just sit here and hate herself for being so stupid about some guy who is really a robot and clearly isn't interested anyway. ]

[sciencetank]

[For being a brilliant scientist, he's remarkably clueless about many things.]

[Sorry, Angel :(]

[makeshiftwings]

[ She'll get over it. That's what she does. a little while later, she heads out to the courtyard to see if she can find him ]

[sciencetank]

[He's still down there, but now he has a notebook, and a pen. He's staring at trees, scribbling notes like mad.]

[... apparently he's already gotten through several pages.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ She walks up and leans over his shoulder, watching him write for a moment. ] Anything interesting?

[sciencetank]

[The entire page is covered in Cybertronian. It's a pain in the ass to handwrite it, but what else is he going to do?]

[He glances up when she speaks.]

Their composition doesn't appear to be based on any metal alloy I'm familiar with. They're organic, as you are.

[makeshiftwings]

As you are too, remember?

[sciencetank]

Well, no, I'm not. Not technically speaking. Well.

Actually, yes, for the moment, I suppose I am. Regardless. I'm not meant to me.

[makeshiftwings]

I know, I'm just teasing you.

Wouldn't it stand to reason that a planet with organic life would be organic in nature, too?

[sciencetank]

Yes, of course it does. That does not, however, make it any less fascinating.