Patrol walks into the area all dazed and confused.
Oracle is leaning against a wall, looking around.
Oracle notes the mech walk into the area and gives him a polite nod of greeting.
Patrol's orange optic twinkles and he walks over, "Ummmm Hi. Do I know you?"
Oracle says, "No, you don't. Let me introduce myself; I'm Oracle."
Patrol holds out his hand to shake, "Hi I'm............"
Patrol shakes the hand and finishs," Someone."
Oracle laughs lightly. "That's a strange name."
Patrol chuckles, "Well its the best I could do on short notice."
Oracle quirks an optic ridge. "What happened to your real name?"
Patrol grins, "Well I woke up one cycle and it wasn't there."
Oracle says, "That's not good. And I suppose the rest of your memories are a little shakey as well."
Patrol looks a bit sheepish, "Is it that obvious?"
Oracle says, "No. Just an educated guess. I can be fairly good at those, being the scholarly type that I am."
Patrol shrugs, "I don't know what it is about this place but as soon as I walked in I felt like I belonged."
Oracle glances over Patrol. "You don't bare any marks, so most likely you /do/ belong here."
Patrol Hmmms, "I could but I had the strange feeling I was sappose to be in Polyhex."
Oracle straightens up as she moves away from the wall. "Well, it's rather uncomfortable to be standing around. How about we go to the Blaster. Do you drink?"
Patrol tilts his head, "Blaster? That name sound familiar......Hrmmm. And of course I drink I am still functioning aren't I?"
Oracle laughs lightly. "Not all functioning citizens of Cybertron drink."
Patrol grins, "Well the fun loving ones do."
Oracle says, "Fun-loving? That's not a term usually applied to me...."
Patrol looks Oracle over, his optics lingering more then once on her chest area. After a bit, "You look fun loving enough to me."
Oracle says, "My ideas of fun are different than most peoples. On second thought, it's getting rather late. Perhaps we should postpone going to the Blaster. I should be getting home. Do you have accomadations in the City?"
Patrol looks confused for a moment, "Hrmmm I might but I don't remember."
Oracle says, "Well, you have to stay somewhere. I think there's a hostle around here somewhere......"
Oracle pauses for a moment.
Patrol gazes down at Oracle's bust, "Of course I could stay at your place tonight...."
Oracle thinks. "It's a little small and crowded. If you don't mind that, I could let you stay there. Maybe tomorow we can ask around to see if anyone can help you.
Patrol grins, and puts his arm around her waist, "Ok baby lead on."
Oracle seems uncomfortable, despite her calm tone. "Okay, it's a little ways from here.

*Oracle and Patrol leave towards Her place*

Oracle attempts to clean her little dwelling, but gives up in despair.
Patrol walks in and looks around, "Nice place."
Oracle seems a little embarassed by the mess.
Oracle says, "It serves it's purpose."
Patrol walks over to the bunk and hops on. "So you lived here long?", He says in a sudective tone.
Oracle is still busy trying to make her place look presentable. "Not for too long."
Patrol attempts to strike a sexy pose, "Well it looks like you've been here awhile."
Oracle laughs. "Long enough to make a mess at any rate."
Oracle is almost burried in stuff, not looking at Patrol.
Patrol starts to Hum a romantic melody.
Oracle shuffles her mess into a pile off to the side. "I give up. I'm going to get some rest."
Patrol looks up from his perch on the bed, "You got any Enerwine around? I always try to drink a spot before I....."
Oracle says, "No. I'm afraid I'm not much of a drinker, though I get offered drinks often enough."
Patrol hmmms again, "Oh well" he says patting a spot beside him on the bed.
Oracle pulls the mattress away from the wall and puts it on the cleaned up spot on the floor. "I suppose you can use the bed..."
Patrol puts a hand to his batterd chest plate, "I am a gentlemech (i think) so I am willing to comprimise. Lets both use the bed," he finshes the stament with a sly wink and a slight grin.
Oracle has a blankish look on her face. "I have the mattress for a reason."
Patrol looks confused for a moment, " I assumed you... me.... we.....Hmmmm."
Oracle smiles. "Assumptions are often what gets people in trouble. Besides, if you don't know who you are, might it be a good idea to stay out of trouble?"
Patrol gets up from the bed and walks over to the matters and Oracle looking apolagtic.
Oracle stands up and walks towards her bed.
Patrol puts his arms around Oracles waist as she walks past.
Oracle keeps trying to move away.
Patrol lets her go and says "I only wanted to apoligize and to thankyou for the place to crash." He raises the ever famous Militia optic ridge, "What did ya think I was going to do?"
Oracle says, "I'm not used to people doing that...but it seems to be happening lately."
Oracle shakes her head in near amazement.
Patrol's optics flash as another part clicks in to place with the raiseing of the optic ridge.
Oracle moves over to her bed and sits down, hitting the lights as she does so.
Patrol mutters to himself: "Hmmm  maybe ... ... ... ... I ... part ... the militia..."
Oracle mutters to herself: "I ... ... clean ... place up. ... embarrassing."
Oracle starts dozing off and eventually falls asleep. ((unless a /certain/ mech makes it difficult!))
Patrol plans on making the night difucult but interesting for Oracle. (no nothing kinky)