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[Someone is certainly not a fan of the camera function unlike most on the network.]

Quaint place, reminds me of a lot of places that wanted me dead. But, none of you really care about that or virtual tea parties of friendship making.

Two things. First off, Jackson Darby. Any information about him or his whereabouts is my first priority. Favors to be owed for this information can be discussed when you can prove it's legit information or can show me he's well and alive. Or better yet and I don't have deal with a middle man at all. Jack, if you are here, answer me. Right now.

Second. If the term Autobot means anything to you...we need to talk.

[And the feed ends just as abruptly as it began.]

((ooc: She's going to be lurking in dark corners or in high places and moving about the areas with the most concentration of people. Like the merchants area and Afterlife. So if you want to note glowing blue eyes in a shadowy corner or wtf over a blue lady robot moving from place to place come at me bros.))

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calm ur spark plugs lady im not handling nething here i just know a guy

[Because there is a great relief over that she defaults to audio. She was worried okay, anyone that types like that clearly is not qualified to handle energon. It also gives somewhat of an idea of where she is in a general location way as the murmurs and sales pitches being yelled show. Let's see if you take the bait there.]

And does this 'guy' you know, someone that actually knows what they have?

i rlly hope he does since hes the one trying to make it

[ for half a minute or so, there's only the sound of potato chips noisily crunching, because while marco was pecking away at his next response, he didn't notice that the feed switched to audio, nor did he notice that he also confirmed the format switch in his response.

and then he notices. ]

fuck, how long has the mic been on??

[Hey Marco. Your roommate is sort of hovering behind you now.]

[Because he's fairly certain that voice that came out of your comm had just been on the network a little while ago.]

.... What is this someone supposed to have?

Edited (whoops there should be some dialogue here shouldn't there) 2013-03-19 17:44 (UTC)

Something that may or may not be relevant to certain parties interests. If you're just tuning in the word Autobot has caused a very...enlightening conversation with whoever your friend is that has atrocious typing skills.

[Good job there Marco. She's just mentally applauding your mistake there. She's dealing with a teenager that makes this not as tense as it should be.]

[ how did this even happen ]

Damn it, Prowl, do you have any sense of respect for a guy's privacy here? [ never mind that marco is lounging about in the middle of the apartment ] I'm just trying to line up some business prospects, okay?

[ sorry arcee he's going to forget about you for a moment to be indignant at the intrusion ]

[Prowl doesn't seem phased by the outburst. One one hand, it meant he wasn't mad.]

[On the other, it meant no, he doesn't care for privacy, and is going to bend down a bit so he can get closer to the communicator.]

What is your designation?

[If there's another Autobot here...]

[That designation was familiar, but she couldn't really be certain if it was just hearing it, reading it, or actually knowing a Prowl. Either way she's not alone in this crazy place. Maybe he has a ship or communication capabilities to get a message to earth.]

Arcee...sir.

[When in doubt, believe all outrank her until told otherwise.]

What's the 'con situation if I may ask?

Excuse you! [ marco scoots away to the other side of the couch and turns his omni-tool away from prowl with an annoyed glare ] If you're gonna chat up the robot chick, do it on your own computer!

[ ahem ]

So, Arcee, where were we?

[But Marco if she's talking to you that means she can't accept a call from him. That means they're both going to use your communicator.]

[So he's just going to circle around the couch, rather casually, and reach over to pick him up by the shirt.]

[ there's a yelp as marco gets lifted off the couch. he flails at the omni-tool to shut it off, but instead switches it to video. the picture is swinging around wildly, but arcee should be able to get a glimpse here and there of what's going on. ]

DUDE, NOT COOL, PUT ME DOWN!

Hold still.

[He sees that omni tool flailing around. Look, he ~~likes~~ tolerates Marco enough to not simply grab and hold his arm in place, but he would really appreciate it he got a little collaboration here.]

Look, bolts-for-brains, I don't know how familiar you are with human anatomy, but it's kind of hard to hold still when I can't touch the ground!

[ no, the squirming isn't stopping. that video stream has got to be downright nauseating. ]

[She will not laugh, she will not laugh. She won't even allow the amusement to seep into her vocal patterns. She'll laugh over this later.]

You know I can always contact either of you later so you can focus on whatever domestic situation you need to handle here.

We can arrange a meeting if you show yourself.

[He drops Marco - into the cushions of the couch, of course.]

[And there is that moment of indecision before the audio function is changed to video. Definitely not the Arcee you know there Prowl, but it's still an Autobot by the optic color and the symbol just barely seen on a winglet.]

Want me to repeat my oath or do I need to pass a test as well?

[ marco bounces into the seat cushions with a grunt, then begrudgingly holds up his onmi-tool in a more helpful position to prowl for the duration of their interaction. ]

Don't bitch me out over asking you for a ride ever again, big guy.

[ at least this way he gets to listen in on anything they talk about ]

[He takes a good look at the image, assessing it's content with narrowed optics.]

[No, he's not irritated. That's just his default face.]

Do you know where the marketplace is?

[Looks like Arcee passed the test. There was still a little lingering suspicion, but this still merits a visit in person.]

[She's actually glad for the not accepting her right off the bat there Prowl. Even if it will make this take longer then normal.]

I'll already be waiting. The kid coming with you?

[She's a scout Prowl. Of course she already has most of the main points of interest memorized by now. She'd be insulting her training if she didn't.]

[ Marco doesn't really know what's going on here, but he does know that he doesn't want to miss out on anything. His face pops back into the feed with an indignant expression. ]

What am I, like the family dog or something? I'm right here! And I've got a name! It's Marco!

[ He turns and mumbles to Prowl. ]

If you leave me home for this, I'm going to pee in your shoes.

[It's a good thing Prowl doesn't have any shoes.]

No. It is necessary that this be private.

[And, just like that, he vanishes off the screen. He's just going to be making his way towards the door, Marco.]

[Door creak.]

Edited 2013-04-03 10:50 (UTC)

[She's just going to sit here in the market place and quietly laugh and despair. If Marco was girl she would almost think she was at home and dealing with Miko.]

Ugh, fine. [ but only because he knows that it's trivial for prowl to physically prevent marco from following him. such as locking him in a closet or hanging him from a light fixture. ] Just remember who got you the hookup if you get lucky out there, big guy.

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