007 - [video]

[angleofscience]

The influx of individuals is... interesting, especially since some of the regular inhabitants here says they have experienced a thing like this before.

[Jetfire hums, resting one hand against his lower face as he thinks, the quiet noise of an idling engine underlaying the more vocal humming.]

Either, as some of you have suggested, this means quite a lot of worlds were destroyed... but this brings into problem the time it would need to pick all these people up, and even if one gives allowance to the fact that multiversal destruction might nee dto travel with the speed of light, which means annihilation would hit at different points...

Still does not account for those who have been elsewhere first, and say huge influxes like these are unusual and are familiar.

[Jetfire is, once again, strengthened in his suspicion of this being merely a "mercy mission" so to speak. Then he pauses. Frowning thoughtfully at the page which is recording the live feed. He's uncertain how this will be taken by Particular People, but he's promised...]

Isabella, since the weather has started clearing and would, presumably, soon be getting warmer... Inform me when you would like to to go flying? Waiting a while yet might be for the best, depending on how well you handle wind-chill.

[Flying at speed (any sort of speed) ought to affect human... or near-human bodies negatively, considering air gets cold when you get a bit up and fly.]

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[aerospace]

[Long stare. Just stare.]

Flying, huh.

Starscream, baby, you know you're the only one! ;.;

[angleofscience]

[... Yes, that stare means nothing good. Jetfire just sighs.]

She's got wings that have healed wrongly from being broken, Starscream. I'm merely going to give her a chance to experience being up in the air again for a bit at her convenience.

I... er. Wouldn't mind going flying with you again, too, unless... ah, you would like to come with when I take Isabella flying?

[And, no matter how much time they've been spending together here, willingly, unwillingly or because Starscream apparently thinks Jetfire's room is his... Jetfire finds he does want that. Starscream means quite a lot after all, and flying with no other reason than doing it with Starscream? Yes, he would want that.]

You say that now

[aerospace]

I'm not going anywhere with you and your little winged girlfriend.

[HE WILL JUST SLAM THE JOURNAL CLOSED. DENIED JETFIRE. DENIED.]

I say that all the time!

[angleofscience]

Starscream, she is no---

[... Okay. That's... Maybe he should have expected that, but seriously? And what was it with the choice of word there to describe Isabella? Venting a sigh, he gets up, goes out, checking again if "girlfriend" really means what it seems to mean... honestly, Starscream... and knocks on Starscream's door.]

Was that really necessary, Starscream? Also, she is not my... "girlfriend". I'm merely trying to help a fellow flyer.

[HE WILL NOT BE DENIED.

... even if... you can choose to ignore him. And he won't rip the door open and storm in.]

Nooo

[aerospace]

[Sometimes he forgets that you can just walk next door.]

No. Go away. Go play with your girlfriends.

[Jetfire does have Jael too that he talks to.]

Yes. :| I can hug you some more to show my sincerity!

[angleofscience]

[He'll just... lean against the wall next to the door, arms crossed.]

No, I won't. And I am not intimately involved with either of them, as that term... as I understand it... implies. They are friends, Starscream, nothing more.

[Pause...]

I don't see why you are angry, either way, considering... We've been friends for much longer.

[He should perhaps just say more, but... Starscream is a volatile energon-mine minefield.]

No

[aerospace]

What part of "go away" don't you understand?

[He's like right next to his door from inside the room. And he's sort of glaring at the door like it did something wrong.]

Just go fly off with them. Like I care.

/threadjacking!

[halfbrokenwings]

[Before she could even reply to what the original journal entry was about- her brain short-circuits on this whole situation.

'Surreal' doesn't even begin to describe it.]

W-we're not- he's- I'm- I'm not her girlfriend-

[What? How is this even- ?How did this become a topic of discussion?]

/threadjacking!

[angleofscience]

[Ah, of course. Jetfire sighs and just shakes his helm.]

Don't... listen to what Starscream's saying, Isabella. He's exaggerating, and using words that do not fit into the situation... I admit I should probably have handled this differently, but either way.

He knows we're not involved.

[No matter what words Starscream is using. That's not actually the problem here. The problem is Starscream's... very familiar... tendency... And despite the problems it always brings, it's kind of... ah. Appreciated. But not right now.]

[halfbrokenwings]

[It's embarrassment and worry that threads her voice.]

Um-m... urrr. Are you two-??

[It would be so useful to know these things ahead of time. That almost question certainly is alluding to the situation of involvement from Jetfire and Starscream.

Were they involved???]

I don't- wish to cause trouble for, anyone.

[angleofscience]

[While he understands the worry, Starscream can be quite overwhelming after all, the embarrassment is less understood.]

Are we... What? We're friends, yes. Or at least I would.... ah, consider us that. He's... important to me.

[Jetfire frowns, slowly shaking his helm, but he's admitted that now, where Starscream could easily pick it up, and he's wondering if by "important to me" he doesn't mean more, but he's not even sure... And what about Starscream?

Either way.]

Isabella, don't worry about it. You're not causing trouble, and I will hardly break a promise.

[No matter how unreasonable Starscream's being. Jetfire knows this behaviour, doesn't mean it should be indulged.]

[thii2ii22tupiid]

You're taking IB flying? When?

*Because he is coming along, damnit.*

[angleofscience]

Ah, Sollux. Undecided as of yet; I've merely offered before, and thought to bring it up now that the weather is getting better. You would want to come with?

[Organics weigh nothing to him, so he could carry the both of you, unless you, too, can fly.]

[thii2ii22tupiid]

Yes, I'm coming with her.

*He can fly himself, though B3*

[angleofscience]

You're certainly welcome to. [As are certain other people, no matter how they behave, but that doesn't belong in this conversation.]

You can keep an eye on this entry, I assume, or Isabella might tell you herself whenever we've come to some some of decison.

[thii2ii22tupiid]

Alright.

*He figures she'll tell him, but he'll be watching anyway.*

[Video]

[stabbywheelfeet]

Finally, someone familiar.

[Video]

[angleofscience]

[Hmm... Must come from ironhide's universe, with that look.]

Ah... by merely being Cybertronian, I assume? I apologize for you having to end up here... Not that I can do anything about it.

[And he sounds ever-so-annoyed at that. Why can't things be easy and let him figure this out so they can just go home? Because he's rather convinced this is all an elaborate prison of some sort.]

[Video]

[stabbywheelfeet]

Um. No. By being you.

[He grins -- something dangerously flirtatious in the expression. Oh if this is who he thinks it is, then it's definitely time for the old teasing routines.]

Don't tell me you've forgotten, darling.

[Video]

[angleofscience]

... Er. Ah. What?

[That? Was just Jetfire's processor grinding to a halt.]

I... er, what am I... supposed to remember?

[What... What is going on? He can feel no shame in his slightly wide and brighter than usual optics as he takes in the silver mech, and he doesn't know what to do.

Maybe an explanation is forthcoming. Yes, surely.]

[Video]

[stabbywheelfeet]

... Are you serious? Or is this some kind of joke?

Or a test. Is this a test?

[Video]

[angleofscience]

[Jetfire frowns, tilting his helm.]

... Why would it be either of those? I am, er... quite serious.

[A brief glance to the side before he looks back at Sideswipe, still confused over the earlier behaviour, but at least the other mech seemed confused at well.]

Who... are you seeing? I don't think... I think you're thinking of someone else.

[And whoever they are would be... ah. Lucky, he supposed, to garner such a reaction from this mech.]

[Video] /JACKS THIS

[aerospace]

Who the slag are you?

[JUST THIS LOOK.]

[Video]

[stabbywheelfeet]

Who are you?

[Video]

[aerospace]

I asked you first.