Bonecrusher: :: SO......... ::

Bonecrusher: :: WHATCHA UP TO? :: *innocent*
Arcee: ::.....Uh, nothing. By the way, thankyousomuch for giving those cuffs back in good condition.::

Bonecrusher: :: NO PROBLEM. NO DENTS IN 'EM, RIGHT? ::
Arcee: ::Not a scratch.::

Bonecrusher: :: ...THAT'S BOTH GOOD AND SLIGHTLY DEPRESSING, CONSIDERING HOW MUCH WE PUT THEM THROUGH. ANYWAYS. ::

Bonecrusher: :: WANT TO COME TO MY ROOM AND MESS WITH MY INTERNALS? ::
Arcee: ::...*polite cough* ....::

Bonecrusher: :: ....I NEED SOMEBODY TO SET MY CLOCK RIGHT. LAST TIME I TRIED I GOT STUCK IN 1976. ::

Bonecrusher: :: BELIEVE ME, THAT WAS A HORRIBLE YEAR. ::
Arcee: ::Ah. That. Sure. Meet me in the medbay.::
Arcee: ::1976? How did you do that...?::

Bonecrusher: :: I DON'T KNOW. AND UGH. I HAVE TO GO TO THE MEDBAY? ::
Arcee: ::Well, I guess not. It doesn't REALLY need tools.::

Bonecrusher: :: THEN YOU CAN COME OVER HERE~! :: *doesn't like medbays, kthx.*
Arcee: ::Alright. Where are you? In your room? And hey, have you heard from Jeff? He's still alive, right?::

Bonecrusher: :: I'M IN MY ROOM, AND YES, HE'S STILL ALIVE. WE SHOULD PROBABLY GET AROUND TO RESCUING HIM SOME TIME, BUT THE LESS I DEAL WITH THE VOK, THE BETTER. ::
Arcee: ::Yeah. I don't like dealing with the Vok either. Hope he's okay.:: *walking down the hall to his room, yay!*

Bonecrusher: *door's open, darling bubblegum colored femme who saves him from the medbay~*
Arcee: *shoves the door open, grinning at him from the doorway * So. Can't set your clock, eh? Instead of 1976 we could always try something different. Maybe 1963?

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head and sits up on his berth* YEAH, NO. 1963 LOOKS TO BE A HORRIBLE YEAR TOO.

Bonecrusher: ....IT STILL IS 2007 RIGHT.

Bonecrusher: *frowns*
Arcee: *snickers * Yeah. It is. *edges over to him, eyeing him.* You sure that’s all that’s wrong?

Bonecrusher: PRETTY SURE. MEGATRON'S JUST PISSED AT ME BECAUSE I COULDN'T REMEMBER WHAT DAY DISNEYLAND WAS. *grumbles* LIKE THAT MEANS I'M LESS EXCITED TO GO.

Bonecrusher: *screw him.*
Arcee: You're excited too? *grins, reaching over to start setting!*

Bonecrusher: UH, OF COURSE I AM. THIS WAS MY IDEA.
Arcee: That is so cute. *snickering under her breath, set, set!*
Arcee: Whoops.

Bonecrusher: WHY DOES EVERYONE -....

Bonecrusher: .............WHAT WHOOPS.
Arcee: *twirling little dials * Nothing. Hey, did you ever hear anything about Y2K?

Bonecrusher: .........NO.

Bonecrusher: ........I'M NOT GOOGLING IT, EITHER.

Bonecrusher: I DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
Arcee: Huh. That might be a good thing. *twirling, mumbling little curses under her breath.*

Bonecrusher: ........

Bonecrusher: HOW COME, EVERY TIME YOU TRY TO FIX ME....

Bonecrusher: SOMETHING SEEMS TO GO WRONG?
Arcee: Hey. I always fix my oopsies.
Arcee: *pokes him in the chest * Remember your leg?

Bonecrusher: YOU SHOULDN'T BE MAKING ANY.

Bonecrusher: YES. I DO.
Arcee: Straightened that out. *starts smirking at her pun *
Arcee: I make little ones. And sometimes they're on purpose. *innocent grin *

Bonecrusher: .....

Bonecrusher: SOMETIMES I REGRET TRUSTING YOU.
Arcee: You really shouldn't. I'm probably the only one you really can. *eyes him.*

Bonecrusher: PROBABLY.

Bonecrusher: IT'S DOWN TO YOU OR HOOK, REALLY.

Bonecrusher: BUT HOOK NEEDS LESS PETTY STRESS. *:<*
Arcee: Yeah, he seems like he's been pretty flustered lately.

Bonecrusher: TOO MANY THINGS GOIN' ON.
Arcee: *nodding, twirling dials * Hey are you opposed to the 1600s?

Bonecrusher: .....YES.

Bonecrusher: I AM.
Arcee: Huh. Hey did you know your internal clock goes all the way back to approximately 10,000BC? Human years, anyway.
Arcee: Kinda neat. I mean, it goes farther. But you know, as far as these silly human years go..*trails off, is babbling and thinking in her head now, hmm interesting * Hey can I do some research on you?

Bonecrusher: ......I SUPPOSE?

Bonecrusher: AS LONG AS IT DOESN'T INVOLVE ME ACTING LIKE A DINOBOT, I GUESS.
Arcee: Nah.
Arcee: I don't wanna work on myself, something might go wrong. I'd rather work on you. *brightly.*

Bonecrusher: ...........

Bonecrusher: .........*SIGH*

Bonecrusher: FINE.
Arcee: *grins at him, shutting the plate on him orwhereverhisclockis with a snap * Awesome.

Bonecrusher: JUST STAY AWAY FROM THE SPARK. *:\*
Arcee: I wont mess with your spark.
Arcee: I mean, unless you want me to pull it out again?
Arcee: *innocence *

Bonecrusher: NO, THANKS.

Bonecrusher: *shudders*

Bonecrusher: BESIDES, BLACKOUT WOULD KILL BOTH OF US.
Arcee: Yeah. I didn't think so. That creeped me out too.
Arcee: Oh yeah?

Bonecrusher: HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU GETTIN' THAT CLOSE. ....I ACTUALLY THINK HE JUST DOESN'T LIKE ANYONE BUT HIM GETTIN' THAT CLOSE.
Arcee: Oooooooooooh. I see.

Bonecrusher: YEAH, IT'S THIS WHOLE.... *waves a hand* THING. I DUNNO.
Arcee: *blinks at him * So how is all that going? I mean...I saw the tapes...*another polite cough thing * Everything still good...?

Bonecrusher: AS GOOD AS IT GETS, I GUESS. CONSIDERIN' MY RECORD FOR NOT DIGGIN' A HOLE AROUND HIM IS TWO DAYS.
Arcee: Huh. Wow.

Bonecrusher: YEAH, NOT A VERY LONG RECORD BUT IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS. *frowns a bit*

Bonecrusher: I WAS THINKIN' SOMETHIN', ACTUALLY, NOW THAT YOU MENTION TAPES.
Arcee: Oh?

Bonecrusher: I WAS THINKIN'... MAYBE THAT NIGHTBIRD FEMME IS SO CREEPY STALKER-LIKE BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T HAVE MUCH ELSE TO DO.
Arcee: Huh. That's true.
Arcee: She must be bored.

Bonecrusher: *grin* OH, YOU AGREE. THAT MAKES THIS IDEA EASIER TO PUT OUT ON THE TABLE. MAYBE YOU SHOULD CONSIDER TRAININ' HER T'BE A MEDIC.
Arcee: ....No.
Arcee: She's Creepy. Do you think I want her poking around in my internals?
Arcee: And do you want her poking around in YOURS?

Bonecrusher: SHE'S ONLY CREEPY BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE SLAG SHE'S DOIN'.
Arcee: ......

Bonecrusher: SHE'S MANMADE, SO SHE AIN'T BUILT LIKE US, RIGHT?

Bonecrusher: MAYBE HER BEIN' A MEDIC WOULD HELP WITH HER CURIOSITY. I DUNNO, 'S JUST SOMETHIN' I WAS THINKIN' ABOUT.
Arcee: .....
Arcee: *isn't amused * I'm going to set your clock back to the fifth century. *reaches for him *

Bonecrusher: HEY!

Bonecrusher: *flails*
Arcee: Come here.

Bonecrusher: NO WAY - I LIKE THE CENTURY I'M IN!

Bonecrusher: I'M JUST SAYIN'! IT'D MAKE SENSE. *:<*
Arcee: *sits back down * I dunno. I think it's creepy. Maybe we can train her as something like...a gunner or something.

Bonecrusher: OH, BECAUSE GIVIN' THE CREEPY NINJA FEMME A GUN IS A GREAT IDEA. *flatly*
Arcee: Better than letting her poke in my systems and offline me.
Arcee: : <!

Bonecrusher: SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO POKE AROUND IN YOU. YOU COULDN'T TRAIN SOMEONE MESSIN' WITH YOUR INSIDES, ANYWAY.
Arcee: I'm sure you have a point. However I think you ought to bring it up with Megatron first. I'm not just gonna start training her then get slagged for it.

Bonecrusher: ....MAYBE I WILL. I DUNNO, I JUST FIGURE I'D GET BORED DOIN' NOTHIN'.
Arcee: Yeah. That's prolly why you drink so much.

Bonecrusher: I ONLY DRINK SO I DON'T KILL Y'ALL.
Arcee: Oooh you couldn't kill me. You like me too much.

Bonecrusher: ......I DON'T LOATHE TRACKS, AND I HAD NO PROBLEM BEATIN' HIM WITHIN AN INCH OF HIS LIFE.

Bonecrusher: WELL, UNTIL LATER.
Arcee: *facepalms * I don't loathe you either and I pulled your spark outta your chest and poked at it. *cheerful *

Bonecrusher: THAT WAS BECAUSE I TOLD YOU TO.
Arcee: Yeah, you were egging me on.
Arcee: *leans back.* Either way, you should be good. Pull it up, see if it's outta the 1600s.

Bonecrusher: ......

Bonecrusher: *checks*

Bonecrusher: ......I WAS PRETTY SURE IT WASN'T 2017.

Bonecrusher: *:\*
Arcee: Eh?
Arcee: 2017?
Arcee: Huh.

Bonecrusher: IT ISN'T, RIGHT?
Arcee: No.

Bonecrusher: TOO BAD. I COULD HAVE MADE FUN OF TRACKS FOR BEING OUT OF DATE.
Arcee: *snorts * Come here. Lemme fix.

Bonecrusher: *leans. :< DOESN'T TRUST HER SHE KEEPS SCREWING UP*

Bonecrusher: *maybe starscream would be safer.*
Arcee: *grins at him, reaches out and makes a few adjustments * There.

Bonecrusher: ....AAAALLRIGHT. 2007.
Arcee: *nods.*
Arcee: Quit giving me that look.

Bonecrusher: WHAT LOOK? *innocent*
Arcee: That one too. *glower *
Arcee: I know what I'm doing.

Bonecrusher: I DON'T DOUBT THAT, BUBBLEGUM.

Bonecrusher: I'M JUST TOO EASY A TARGET FOR THINGS TO GO AWRY.
Arcee: *shakes a finger * Have I ever actually failed you or anyone else when it's something important?
Arcee: And yes, that is true. You attract trouble like stink on a monkey.

Bonecrusher: .....

Bonecrusher: *:\*
Bonecrusher: ....IN EITHER CASE, IT ISN'T YOUR FAULT THINGS GO WRONG WITH ME.

Bonecrusher: 'S JUST HOW I'M BUILT.
Arcee: Apparently.

Bonecrusher: EH. IT KIND OF COMES WITH THE TERRITORY. *shrugs*

Bonecrusher: NOW, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO RESEARCH? *:\*
Arcee: Mmm. I want to take a look at your clock, see how far back it goes, see if I can make it go even farther back. And macybe just kind of pick around in there. Get to know the inside workisn of mechs a bit better. I'm pretty good at what I do, I got all my files from Hook, but I'm still a novice.

Bonecrusher: ....*shrugs* I GUESS. 'S NOT LIKE YOU WOULDN'T JUST KILL MY MOTOR FUNCTIONS AND DO IT ANYWAYS.
Arcee: Huh. True. You taught me that little trick. *sounds pleased *

Bonecrusher: 'S COME IN HANDY, RIGHT?
Arcee: Oh you have no idea.

Bonecrusher: THE FIRST THING ANY MECH SHOULD KNOW, REALLY. THANK PRIMUS THEY DON'T.
Arcee: Used it on Soundwave. It was so satisfying. Really.
Arcee: Thank you.

Bonecrusher: NO PROBLEM.

Bonecrusher: LIKE I SAID, EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW HOW TO, BUT IT'S WONDERFUL FUN THAT THEY DON'T.
Arcee: It really is. *gleeful.*

Bonecrusher: *shifts a bit* WELL? DID YOU WANT TO POKE AROUND NOW, OR ARE YOU MORE INTERESTED ON THE CONSTANT DRAMA THAT IS THE MEDBAY? *sarcasm ftw?*
Arcee: Eh. I don't need to get back to the medbay. I can poke around if you aren't busy.

Bonecrusher: ....DO I LOOK BUSY? *opticroll* IF THERE AIN'T A CUBE IN MY HAND, I AIN'T BUSY.
Arcee: *starts laughing * True. Lay down, then.

Bonecrusher: *does so, rather easily considering there's a femme that wants to dig into his chassis :<*
Arcee: *peers at him.* Wanna pop it for me? I don't wanna...intrude on anyones territory. *innocence ftw!*

Bonecrusher: *scowls but does that as well. so long as she doesn't start asking for HIM to reach in and poke wires, it'll be fine. Claws =/= medic hands D:*
Arcee: *grins, leans over and starts poking around, pulling here and there, hmminh every now and then *

Bonecrusher: *frowns a bit but keeps from squirming. mostly.*
Arcee: Huh. Thats interesting. *tug tug.*

Bonecrusher: *wince* WHAT'S INTERESTING?
Arcee: This.
Arcee: *tug.tug.*

Bonecrusher: *winces again* WOULD YOU STOP THAT?
Arcee: It's cool. It's like this long pink wire thing.
Arcee: Haven't seen this really before.
Arcee: Wonder what it does.
Arcee: *tug-tug*
Bonecrusher: *ow!*
Arcee: *tuuuug!*

Bonecrusher: *....okay not so ow anymore.*
Arcee: *hmphs. tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuug!*

Bonecrusher: *groans*

Bonecrusher: U-UH.
Arcee: ...
Arcee: *ignores, continues to tug away!*

Bonecrusher: *twitch* UUUM. I-I'D STOP THAT OKAYTHANKS.
Arcee: Eh? What for? *blinks, pauses, wire in hand.* It's really cool, it's this really neat pink wire and it's pretty central, I mean it goes throughout everything in here. I wanna see where it originates! *tugs again, fingers creeping up the cord to see where it leads!*

Bonecrusher: *makes a small noise, optics shuttering* R-REALLY. haaa... U-UH, YOU SHOULDSTOP.
Arcee: Is it gonna kill you? *blinks.* I'd hate to do that. *tug.*

Bonecrusher: *do not arch into it, do not squirm, do not move* N-NO, NOT R-REALLY IDON'TTHINK.
Arcee: Oh. Good! *absently rolls it, digs around with her free hand, coming up with an uninteresting blue fuel line.* Eh. Boring. I -really- want to see where this goes! *eyes it again, tracing it through the system. Hmm. Weird.*

Bonecrusher: *fans kicking in now* haaa - ARCEE, I-IT DOESN'T GO ANYWHERE - hhhn - JUST A RANDOM W-WIRE OR SOMETHIN'.... *rambling*
Arcee: Eh, I doubt it's a random wire. *frowning, leaning over him, totally oblivious to his reactions. Puuuuuuulls on it, maybe it'll pop lose? Then again that may not be a good idea. But eh, she fan fix it if it does. Hopefully. Either way, she was damn sure harassing that wire.*

Bonecrusher: *okay slaggit - he groans again, claws twitching against the berth*
Arcee: Hush or I'll disable you. *murmuring, hands digging in again, holding the little pink wire out to the side, still absently rolling it between her fingers.*

Bonecrusher: K-KINNA C-C-CA-ahhhh- CAN YOU PLEASESTOPOKAY?! *full octave rise*
Arcee: *annoyed * Okay. I'm going to turn off your vocals if you don't stop.
Bonecrusher: hhhn. *oh man, he really should tell her :< but it's like ohprimus. so ohhh, wow. um.*
Arcee: *tugs on it again thoughtfully. Hmm. Maybe it was for something else. IT could be a sensory wire, or something. It didn't -seem- to lead any where specefic, although it traveled towards his spark area and he told her not to mess with that. So instead, she bent over him again, working on it, attempting different little things to see what the results would be, twisting it, rolling it, pulling on it, etc. She wanted to see also if she could make sparks fly! Cause she's just sadistic like that.*

Bonecrusher: *oookayseriouslywhatthehell* A-ARCEE. U-UH, IF YOU KEEP GOING I AM S-SOOoooh - SO NOT RESPONSIBLE F-FOR ANYTHING.
Arcee: *reaches over and thwaps him, not hearing anything he's saying. He's such a distraction, really. Ooh, lookie! A spark! She grinned to herself, and worked harder on the cute little pink wire, and she wondered idly if ...nah. Continues to work!*

Bonecrusher: *his claws twitch again against the berth* ....... *slaggit, she isn't even listening to him.*

Bonecrusher: *you'd think she'd be bright enough to notice the sounds he's making! D:*
Arcee: *she was bright, thankyouverymuch, just not listening to his noises. She was focused, really focused, especially since she didn't want to actually HURT the slagger, or kill him. Just test- ooh, another spark! This time it was pink and pretty. Tries harder, maybe she can make more? Gives the wire a rough tug, then accidentally brushes it against his spark casing/spark area. That ought to be an intense rush for him!*

Bonecrusher: *lets out an undignified moan, unable to keep himself from arching up at that* nngh...
Arcee: *finally blinks at him, irritated * I'm going to do that nice little trick you taught me. *Reaches over and flick! Off goes the motor functions! Oooh that must be torture! Especially since she dropped the wire on top of the spark, he ought ot be getting some hefty surges!*

Bonecrusher: *SLAGGINGHELLGODDAMNIT*

Bonecrusher: *he's completely incoherent now, anyways, so I guess it doesn't matter at this point*
Arcee: *sets back to her task of roughly manhandling poor Crusher!*

Bonecrusher: *moans internally, slagslagslagifshedoesn'tstop---*
Arcee: *doesn't stop! Rough!*

Bonecrusher: *twitches helplessly and figures okayjustgetitoverwith, ttly falling into overload with a silent yell*
Arcee: *is still jerking and pulling and twisting and yanking and just generally roughing him the hell up. Completely oblivious to what she is doing to him, to her, this is all FOR SCIENCE *

Bonecrusher: *is currently reduced to an near-offlined, twitching heap of overloaded mech*
Arcee: *stops, eyeing him in alarm, enabling his motor functions * Primus shit! Did I kill you?!

Bonecrusher: ..........

Bonecrusher: *stares dazedly at her*
Arcee: *stares at him, afraid she hurt him.* Crusher! Say something!

Bonecrusher: ..............n-never do tha' again.
Arcee: Did I hurt you?!
Arcee: *stares, concern!*

Bonecrusher: ...............

Bonecrusher: th' exact opposite. *dazed glare!*
Arcee: ...*pauses, picks up the wire again, looks at Crusher, looks at wire, looks at Crusher, looks at wire OHSLAG.*

Bonecrusher: *would be laughing at her expression* yeeaa. tried t'tell ya.
Arcee: *staring at him in utter horror * I...You...ohmy...OMG.

Bonecrusher: yeeeeaaa. *coherency? him? come on.*
Arcee: *looks completely and utterly horrified.* OMG! You...you just...?? OMG!

Bonecrusher: ......yer a medic. y'didn't notice?
Arcee: I was busy! You were...twitching!

Bonecrusher: .........

Bonecrusher: *level gaze*

Bonecrusher: and?
Arcee: .....
Arcee: *is utterly speechless *

Bonecrusher: *notices that, thx*
Arcee: So....so....uh....

Bonecrusher: *opticroll* note t'you. pink wire means do not touch.
Arcee: Oh, slag.

Bonecrusher: *you know, he's a little too casual for this :\*
Arcee: *is NOT. SQUEAK.* What...what...

Bonecrusher: ...what?

Bonecrusher: *it seems pretty 1 + 1 to him*
Arcee: *clears throat * Well. Um. Now you have something to show Blackout??

Bonecrusher: *smirks* s'pose so.
Arcee: *is still staring at him, horrified * Aren't you in the least bit FREAKED OUT?
Arcee: I mean, I just...I just sent you...I...*incoherent babble *

Bonecrusher: not really. 's not like y'expected to. *flat glare* though y'know, incoherency in me generally means s'mthin'.
Arcee: I was busy! *sputters * I thought you were just being irritating like usual!

Bonecrusher: well.

Bonecrusher: now you know.

Bonecrusher: *flatly* and knowin' is half the battle.
Arcee: *shakes her head, then bursts into laughter *

Bonecrusher: *grumbles and shifts a bit* yer lucky yer a tolerable femme. most anybody would get slagged fer that.
Arcee: Laughing, or overloading you without permission?
Arcee: *still laughing *

Bonecrusher: a bit o' both.
Arcee: ...Why are you talking funny?

Bonecrusher: 'cos 'm tired?

Bonecrusher: *blink*
Arcee: ....*staring at him.* Huh.

Bonecrusher: what? *groans a little in exasperation* inside voice for inside activities, bubblegum. *smirk!*
Arcee: Riiiiight.

Bonecrusher: *heh*
Arcee: Yeah uh. Maybe I should continue my research at a later date?
Arcee: But, you know, you were an exceptionally good sport!

Bonecrusher: .....eh.

Bonecrusher: *uncomfortable*
Arcee: *starts laughing. again. and cannot stop.*

Bonecrusher: *scowls* 's not a laughin' matter, pinkie.

Arcee: *biting back laughter * Of...of course it's not...

Bonecrusher: 'course i was a good sport. *shifts* th' holo only gets so much sensory overload.
Arcee: *....facepalm.*
Arcee: .....true.

Bonecrusher: that, an' turnin' off my motor functions? kinda impedes th' whole "getoffme" thing.
Arcee: Eh. You were aggravating me with your whining and twitching.

Bonecrusher: ......

Bonecrusher: the whinin' an' twitchin' were to alert you t'... you know what, nevermind.
Arcee: *starts laughing *
Arcee: *again.*

Bonecrusher: .......*looks at her for a long moment*

Bonecrusher: y'know, if yer gonna stay here n' laugh at me, i'mma start thinkin' you want me t'return the favor. *flatly.*
Arcee: *eyes him, then convulses. She just. Can't. Help. It. The whole situation was way to much for her*

Bonecrusher: *stares at her idly* please tell me that ain't the case, bubblegum.
Arcee: It's not. *hiccups * This whole situations is just way too much. I can't believe I didn't notice. *grinning *

Bonecrusher: neither can i.
Arcee: *...aaan is laughing again, hard, leaning against the wall *

Bonecrusher: *IGNORES*
Arcee: *hiccups * I should leave.

Bonecrusher: aaah, good t'see you got the hint. *dryly*
Arcee: *leaves the room, laughing the entire way back to her room *