NOVA STORM'S BEST AND GREATEST INBOX

[binary_runaway]

Hey, hi, this is Nova Storm! You found me but you also really super didn't, haha! Do the thing so I can do the other thing back, okay?

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[telepro]

[while they haven't yet really Talked About It, neither of them are able to ignore the terribly strange spark feelings they're getting from the other, and skywarp is definitely hanging around her sister a lot more than she usually does. this in itself is no insignificant feat, and now that the fear of losing nova again as slightly subsided, skywarp seems to have a constant low level ebb of guilt that she only does when nova gets hurt. even so, it disappears eventually! this time it isn't!

she teleports back into their room with cubes and haphazardly throws an unopen one nova's way. maybe today they'll talk about it, maybe they won't.]

Laugh your victory in cards up, Nova. I shall not fall for your vile trickery again! [she jumps up onto the berth where nova is and shakes her wings, putting on a terrible impression of optimus prime.] Delinquent wenchery!

[binary_runaway]

[Nova fumbles the cube from hand to hand for a second or two with a yelp, almost dropping it, only to instantly drop it right into her lap anyway when she falls apart laughing at the impression]

That's-! [Snorting laughter] That's him! It's him! Oh, you even got the way he props his arm out all wide like! Like he's being inflated! Eeheehee!

[She almost starts to ask Warp to do Megatron next, but then suddenly, completely changes her mind and, without the slightest break or pause whatsoever, picks the cube back up and lobs it right at Warp's shoulder]

And quit feeling guilty for something you didn't even do already, GUH, you're making my wings all itchy! [A scowl, but not an a really irritable one so much as concerned] I'm fine, right? I'm okay. I'm here. This isn't like that one time during the war, okay? So you can just- just quit it already. Okay?

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[electricevolution]

Nova Storm right? I have a very important mission and I believe you're the only one who can help me.

[binary_runaway]

Thats me, though I also answer to "most perfectly perfect seeker in every way" or y'know, go wild. Have fun with it.

So you've got my attention, lightning rod person, gimme the details, gimme me something to work with. I got this.

audio un warp

[telepro]

Nova, if you ever listened to me about anything you need to listen to me about this. Don't go near Antlers. I know that's-- kind of the theme of tonight, but...

Just don't. Don't get involved.

I'm coming back to the room. I won't be long.

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[binary_runaway]

[Nova had been all set to volunteer for the party going straight to Antlers' inner sanctum, but this message from Skywarp brings her quite literally stuttering to a halt]

I- But- Wuh? Wubuhwuh? They need me, Warp, that isn't fair! It's- I-

...

Okay. Okay, yeah. Cause it's you asking, I'll stay.

Action, There and Gone

[thelordofmisrule]

[ While you were away someone has been in your room.

It doesn't look like this someone has really rifled that much through your possessions. Or stolen anything.

How do you know someone was here? There is a tiny plastic human toy baby in a random drawer. It's wearing a tiny pair of sunglasses and a tee that just says 'RAD' ]

ACTION: A small box outside your door contains a handful of...

[thelordofmisrule]

[binary_runaway]

[Nova Storm and Skywarp's shared (and very sparsely filled) habsuite has now gained a semipermanent addition of that box of candy. Every now and then, Nova will gently pelt a candy at Skywarp's head while sing-songing something similar to, "Warp's the best, Warp's the best! Can't find better, in the east or west!"]

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[knaval]

pls signoff if stil lonline i would feel bad if n
beter not be i already feel terrrible without addn emotiononl turmoil thank u

[binary_runaway]

pls type quieter smaller words big processorache. if i die from this warp gets that weird plastic baby but you get the games i put on my pad. don't beat my high score though. disrespectful to the dead.

Action (you are under no obligation to respond to this your character can be 'out')

[betterthanmegaman]

[ Recently Bass requested some important information. Who... is the strongest Cybertronian on this ship. He received a hot tip that it was 'Shockwave' but also 'not the Senator one'. There were a few thoughts that went through his processor. One... it was really dumb that there were two people here with the SAME NAME. It must get confusing! Two, while he does (surprisingly) know what a Senator is, he has no idea what a Senator looks like. Do they wear signs? Bass guesses probably not.

This leads him to one conclusion: He has to fight BOTH of them to make sure he's actually fighting the strong one.

This leads him to a second conclusion: He has no idea where Shockwave lives. He could ask for direction, ask if anyone knows... but that begs the question... If they know how strong Bass is will they even tell the truth?

There is now one solution: He has to canvas the ship himself and check every inhabited room he comes across.

So there's the backstory. And that's why Bass, armored up in his winged Treble armor (being able to fly covers ground quicker!) is pounding aggressively at your door.

Sorry. ]

[binary_runaway]

Nova was up and at the door in a shot, because this wasn't unlike Skywarp if she was going to play a joke on Nova, but Warp wasn't there.

Disappointing.

Through long force of habit, her optics immediately swept down when she didn't see any other bot of her own height standing on the other side. She then cycled her optics when she recognized who was there, then laughed in Bass' face.

"Huh!" She scoffed, nasal ridge wrinkling. "I don't remembering putting out an order for a weird nerd with anger management problems to visit me today. 'Less this is a hit, I've got better things to do than watch you stomp your little feet. Come back later, Fortissimo."

from megans comm

[areaman]

Loud annoying yellow one, has anything strange happened to you?

[clear. concise. helpful.]

[binary_runaway]

[There is the smallest breath of stunned silence, after which the next few seconds are just a barrage of screeched words that all blend together into one mass, which can eventually be picked apart]

-ick you in your fuckin aft you call a face with my jetboots, Traitortron! Contact me again and I'll melt off something you're going to reallymiss, cause it obviously ain't us! Go die! And make sure it hurts!

[Click, beep]

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[emojibot]

Nova Storm. [oh look who's dragged himself back to life. hooray. optimus, naturally, has no idea of what's been going on with her.] I wanted to thank you for your help with the recent mission. I know it was very difficult, but...

...well, it's admirable in how staunchly you defend Rock.

[binary_runaway]

[Nova Storm bared her teeth into the slab beneath her and heaved through her vents for a bit before answering with words]

You think what happened was difficult? You think what I said was admirable?[Another heaving wheeze, and an audible snarl] You know what I think? I think you threw yourself off a bottomless ledge that had an actual pretty noticeable end. Can't help but notice trucks can't fly, Prime. Did you?

[Her voice goes tight with several kinds of pain at the mention of flying, and the remnants of her wings scrape across the inside of the welds on her back]

Can't help but think about how you did all that in front of a newbuild who already has a tendency to sacrifice parts of himself on the altar of the greater good. What do you think he's gonna decide, having seen something like that, Optimus? Put that infamously optimistic mind of yours to the task and tell me what you think.

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[playfultyrant]

Hello, Nova. It has been some time. Can you hear me, I know you must. I probably never leave your thoughts.

Aehah. Don't think of alerting anyone of me, pretty bird. It'll be just you and me tonight all in your head.

[binary_runaway]

[Nova had been dozing when that voice seared its way into her head. She jolts up out of Skywarp's berth and spins around, eyes wide with a fear she still doesn't --can't-- consciously feel. Scrape, scrape, scrape go the remnants of her wings]

[She's dulled her end of the bond she shared with Skywarp since she'd first gotten control over her own body again, and she can only be grateful as she seethes]

Get out of my slagging head, idiot! It's not a playground! [All the same, her chest starts to heave as she vents faster] Piss off! Go bother your lackey, if you want somebody groveling!

audio, un warp

[telepro]

Me? [she's been using that nickname a lot more recently. wonder why.] Where'd you go? I've been calling you. I know you're still here.

[binary_runaway]

[Nova Storm has only just messaged Dippimus Dip, and is startled enough by the immediate response that isn't the prime at all that she hits the button to accept the call before she's ready and she KNOWS Warp heard her sniff]

[Shit]

[She's been managing to hold off crying through sheer stubborn refusal to let Antlers win, but hearing the nickname they'd used for each other from the moment they could speak breaks her. Nova hiccups out a glitchy sob into the comm and aims a kick at the hull of the R2 where she's wedged herself on the outside of it. It doesn't make a noise in vacuum, which for whatever demented reason makes her sniff again]

::Go away. I'm hiding.::

Duckstribution

[thelordofmisrule]

[ The only halfway decent seeker on this ship has lost the thing that's fun about being a seeker! Tragic. Skywarp can't fix that but he can blast a rubber duck with the Nonsense Gun until it becomes something potentially useful.

It's not flight but if she smacks the Anti Grave Duck on the head it'll reduce gravity around it to nothing for a couple minutes. Can't fly but you can float a bit. ]

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[asceticamnesiac]

[This is almost certainly going to end badly, but Monk isn't blind, he's seen what Nova Storm's situation is, and as much as he is on the fence about offering an olive branch (or an olive tree, in this case), he has been told time and again how important flight is to seekers. At least, other seekers.]

Hello Nova Storm,

I am certain I am the last person you want to talk to about this and I may be breaking some sort of taboo, but if you need a pair of wings, you could have mine. I don't fly; I think you would get better use out of them. We're around the same size, so they should work for you.

I don't know what would be involved, but since the medics fixed them before I think they would be able to take them off and put them on your frame?

[He has literally no idea if that is an option but it seems logical. Monk's understanding of Cybertronian anatomy is still very rudimentary.]

[binary_runaway]

...What? [Nova Storm's question is almost soft. Vented out] I can't just- You- What?

[There is a sudden loud bang as Nova Storm jerks upright out of her seat, but her voice is still pitched surprisingly low in her stunned horror as she grasps uselessly at the air]

I won't- I can't mutilate you just because it's convenient!

[She stops, starts, stops again]

Why? I don't get this, I don't get you. Even after all that, you still offer-

[Nova thinks of the aerie back home, of how she knows --has always known-- they would have accepted her and Skywarp back again if they'd just lowered their pride enough to go home, to let themselves be taken care of, and-]

Why aren't you mad?

Action; After Mythos and his talk w/ Chill

[asceticamnesiac]

Monk had made a herculean effort to avoid Nova Storm in person as much as possible, given the animosity brewing between them (despite his efforts to remain ambivalent about it), but conversation wasn't one to be done over comms.

He'd never been to Nova Storm's habsuite before, and now that he found himself standing outside the door he was already feeling tense about how this was going to go; but it had to be done. He knocked twice, taking a deep breath and he waited.

"Nova Storm, there is something I'd like to talk about."

[binary_runaway]

There was a pause before the door opened. Nova Storm stood stiff on the other side, drawing one hand up to hug her other arm before forcing it to drop again. She eyed Monk warily, shifting from pede to pede in lieu of flicking wings that weren't there, then jerked her head back towards the interior of her room. "C'mon in then," she muttered. "Not gonna have some kinda big dramatic hullabaloo out in the hallway."

Her room was very meticulously clean, almost to where you would be forgiven for thinking no one lived there at all save for occasional signs of habitation. There were faint scorch marks along the perimeter of the door that connected her hab to Skywarp's, and a datapad, metal ball, and rubber ducky were clustered together on the counter running along most of the length of one wall. There was no sign of any other personal effects outside of disused polish and oil.

Nova waved vaguely at the table with two chairs, but instead of sitting down she leaned against the wall nearby. "What's picking at your processor?" She asked without really looking at him.

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[telepro]

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[binary_runaway]

[Nova Storm immediately jerks to a halt in the middle of whatever she was doing, utterly frozen in place with wide, stunned optics for several seconds when the notification crosses her HUD. She scrabbles for her datapad and curses as she fumbles it and almost drops it in what would a VERY embarrassing way if she cared at all]

[Finally she gets a good grip on it and types as fast as she can]

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