MisterPrimeToYou:

*Is heading back to his quarters after talking with Moonracer about hugs and Megatron*

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*is whistling and wandering around base aimlessly, more interested in the (lackof) decor than anything remotely important*

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Is not paying attention. Turns a corner an-wait, what th-who the slag is that?*

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Blinkblink*

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Blinkblinkblink*

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*whistle-huwha?*

PepsiConvoyRocks:

....

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*blink*

MisterPrimeToYou:

..........

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*BIG, jovial and friendly grin*  A-ha!

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Jumps in surprise*

PepsiConvoyRocks:

I supposed if I wandered about for countless hours, I'd run into my supposed twin!

MisterPrimeToYou:

Twin, what?

MisterPrimeToYou:

Who are you?

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*lightly*  Pepsi Convoy, champion of the good and righteous, and preserver of the good name of Pepsi, of course!

MisterPrimeToYou:

....

PepsiConvoyRocks:

....Surely someone mentioned me?

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Is mildly disturbed. Does not show this. Just shrugs a little helplessly* I...don't believe I've heard the name.

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*frowns, then covers it quickly with the same friendly grin*  Oh well.  It simply must have slipped their minds.  You are Optimus Prime, aren't you?

MisterPrimeToYou:

I am. It is...good to meet you, Pepsi Convoy.

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Offers his hand*

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*takes it, giving it a firm and hearty shake! =D*  Excellent meeting you, really.  I had hoped to run into you before I made myself too much at home.

PepsiConvoyRocks:

....hm.

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*headtilt*

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Blink?*

PepsiConvoyRocks:

.....*shiftshift, eyes from another angle* ...... *shiftshift, same verse, different angle*

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Shakes it back, then lets go* Is there something on your processor?

PepsiConvoyRocks:

......

PepsiConvoyRocks:

I don't see it.

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*confused*

MisterPrimeToYou:

Pardon?

PepsiConvoyRocks:

Everyone continuously says you look like me.  I just... don't see it.  *rubs his chin in thought*  You don't even have any decals.

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Looks down at himself...then at Convoy* Aside from the Autobot insigna...no, I don't. It might just be the colors.

PepsiConvoyRocks:

Ah!  *claps his hands*  Also!  I was speaking to... Bumblebee.  His name is Bumblebee, I think - so horrible with names, why tonight I was walking with a girl and simply forgot her name for almost half an hour - but in either case, he mentioned something about getting me one of... those.  *waves a hand at the Autobot insigna*

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Opticwiden, then, composes self he never lost composure really* Well, wearing it - or any symbol - means you're dedicated to the cause. I, er, wouldn't advise it for anyone who doesn't understand what it means - not that you don't, it's just that I'm guessing you're one that the Allspark gave life to, here on Earth?

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*shrugs a little hopelessly*  I'm not quite certain, in either case, where exactly I'm from.  I simply woke up in some half-ruined, defunct building.  Rather awkward, really, waking up sprawled against rubble, really does a number on your paint... In either case, I'm only asking on behalf of myself because of Bumblebee, really.  *isn't, btw, ttly telling the truth.  But damn he's a good liar.*

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Makes sense, at least...nods a little* Well...if you're truly interested...*Rubs the back of his head*

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*idly*  Well, if this war you all just finished happened to break out again, I'd be in a rather strange perdicament.  I doubt there were any neutrals that lived very long, and when you simply think about it objectively, I would hardly prefer destroying planets to saving people.  *obliviously babbling, more to himself at this point*  It seems silly to assume that I wouldn't be needed on one side or another, and at least the Autobot cause, from what Bumblebee mentioned... oh.  *blink* Forgive me - I sometimes ramble a bit too long.  *he's got such nice teeth.*

MisterPrimeToYou:

......

MisterPrimeToYou:

Tell you what.

MisterPrimeToYou:

You can think it over as long as you need, all right? No need to make a decision until you're ready.

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*hums a bit* I suppose I really have no choice in the matter.  It would probably be more prudent to attempt to at least figure out whether or not I simply became here on Earth, or if, instead I simply knocked a few memory banks out somewhere along the way.  *laughs a little*  I somehow can't completely believe I simply woke up as coherent as I already am, but then again, perhaps that's simply how it is...  *shutupalreadyjeeezus*

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Just...nods a little*

MisterPrimeToYou:

*And puts a hand on his shoulder*

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Silent STFU, KTHX*

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*ttly is oblivious, kind of muttering to himself, but then blinkblinks back to reality and smiles brilliantly*  So sorry.  My processors get ahead of me sometimes.

MisterPrimeToYou:

Quite all right. *Lowers his hand*

PepsiConvoyRocks:

Mm.  In either case... I suppose there might be some kind of room open?  Maybe?  *looks around*  Megatron asked me to put more decals on, and those are... well, it's better to do it in private.  *sheepish laughter ftw!*

MisterPrimeToYou:

I'm pretty sure we've got some that you can make usage of.

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*grin!*  Wonderful.  I suppose then, that I'll have to simply hunt down a room.  Unless there's... some sort of log to sign or somesuch?

MisterPrimeToYou:

*Shakes head...suddenly looking a little...anxious, though it's actually not from Convoy* I'll ask Jazz to help you settle in. I've got to see to another of my troops.

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*nods easily*  All right then.  Thank you for your help, Optimus Prime.  *griiin!*

PepsiConvoyRocks:

*wanders off! whistling that same annoying tune.  Or however they whistle, you know what I mean*

MisterPrimeToYou:

You're welcome.*And...is hurrying off very quickly, concern in his face*