angleofscience | 007

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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[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.]

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.

... 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.]

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

Or a test. Is this a test?

[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.]

Because. I always tease you about this kind of thing.

... But you look just like... Skyfire?

[Pause, stare, thoughtful frown.]

Ah, I... think I get it. My designation's Jetfire. [Have a small smile.] You're probably confusing me for an alternate.

[Already feeling a lot more clear about it, even if it's... strange... that said teasing would come from... flirting.]

... Oh. I guess so.

[Except now he just looks disappointed.]

So does this mean I don't get to keep flirting with you while you sit there and look oblivious and kind of adorable?

Ah---

[That earlier tranquility? Blown away. Jetfire just sort of shifts, optics flickering a bit, then looks away.]

I don't...

[How handle? It's not as if he ever had a lot ~~any~~ of that sort of attention aimed at him, and he has no idea how to handle this.]

I mean, you don't technically know me--- Er.

[Nope, let's have a moment.]

And there we are.

Are you sure you're not Skyfire? You're flailing around a lot like he did whenever I hit on him, back in Nautilus.

[Okay, that's not entirely true. He backed off Skyfire pretty quick, but this? This is too amusing.]

I... [Okay, okay. Hand over faceplates, take a vent, and then he shakes his helm slowly.]

Am quite sure who I am, but we would obviously be quite close to each other in how we act and, ah... react by being alternates.

[He'll pull that hand away now. He can handle this. Almost. Jetfire does look straight at Sideswipe for a moment before looking away, still... embarrassed over the earlier... thing.]

Well, I can't, ah... say, I'm, er... used to... this.

How you react, hm? I wonder if you're as... vocal as he is, too.

[... He actually has no idea if this is even true. This is just Sideswipe continuing to fluster and pester as best he can.]

Neither was he. We fixed that soon enough.

[No they didn't.]

You--- er, what? [Jetfire is torn between obvious, stuttering embarrassment, and cooler curiosity.

Except it's hard to hold onto the more measured part when Sideswipe just continues and says... that. It's not that he's innocent, but flirting hasn't been something that's ever happened.]

I, er... can't say I'm particularly... loud. I mean.

[Sigh. What is he even saying anymore.]

Ought you really... ah, be saying all of this... When I'm not him?

[See, Jetfire can totally be calm about this! Except he's still not exactly looking at Sideswipe.]