#springingfromnothing

[seacrestseacon]

:: I need a delivery. I'm not leaving the Xanthium today. And I swear to Primus Pancake if you go plastering _anything_ on the data web I'll turn you into sashimi. :: There is a generous tip for pre delivery, a location of the package, and a location of the Xanthium.

It's not far: package to Xanthium trip wise.

:: The rest of the pay on delivery. ::

Perking up at the ping! of his HUD indicating a new message, and Seacrest is lowering his controller to bring it up. Ooo! It was a notification of funds added to his account. And all he had to do, was pick up something, and bring it to Springer? Well. Not his hardest mission to date.

.: Depends. What is there to 'plaster'? :. Seacrest typed back, tossing the contoller on the berth to go be a sexy little mailmech. Echo probably has a hat for ............... Reasons.

But worry not, Springer! Expedited shipping was on the way!

[primalmonarchy]

" Thought I told you I'm done with the Bots /Prime/." How could a title hold so much Venom? Then again Springer is very large. Plenty of space to store it. Looking down at Optimus.

"I know- I know. I haven't asked you here for the Bots, Springer." If Springer is venomous, then Optimus is placid, blinking at Springer as he half turned away from him.

Gesturing at the hanger.

"Just a drink? It's been a long time, since I last saw you, and you came all this way.. I imagine it was taxing, even getting here."

[lord-overlips]

:: What are you doing puppy? And... don't, get excited. I'm not interested in your spike today. Just... tell me what you're doing right now.:: The message is sudden, random, and without context. Springer sinking further into his sofa, arm over his optics as he waits.

Overlord was excited. Very excited. He was always happy to hear from Springer, the puppy nickname very fitting with the way Overlord lit up at the attention.

:: Oh! Sir, I wasn't expecting- I was- I was baking actually. I just finished. :: He was a little sheepish to admit it, not sure what Springer would think. He was still getting to know the bot, wary of saying the wrong thing. :: Just some cookies. They're good! I could save some for you...?:: He ventured, certain Springer would decline. It was worth a shot though.

With a smirk on his facepaltes, Overlord sent through an image. He'd darted to the nearest mirror, snapping a shot of the frilly apron he had on, little smears of flour and chocolate on the pink apron, hearts decorating the garment.

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

@springingfromnothing replied...

" Wouldn't one of those wiggly clones from those soft squishy alternate verse show it best?" (TFA)

( IF YOU'RE TRYING TO SELL SOMETHING, YOU'RE DOING AN AWFUL JOB OF IT. )

[iaconsavior]

Why is it so ... Green. Looks like a quintesson sneezed.

"Love the 'hawk." Glad to see helm kibble was making a come back. He's so used to the domes of the cogless it was a nice change of pace.

[best-head]

" Prowl? I've gotta drop somethin' off. Mama made somethin'-" In steps the familiar frame. The familiar voice.

Except it's black and white. A red top helm crest. His palms expose flashes of purple around the box and the bottoms of his pedes. Shaped into something with less bulk and almost a heel like lift. Bright blue optics set over familiar cheeks, lips pursed in a confused pout.

"...Prowl-?"

He knew Springer's pedesteps before Springer had so much as said a word. Hard not to know them, but Prowl knew the weight of every pede he'd heard and put it away for later to categorize.

Optimus walked like he was trying not to step on anything or anyone, Megatron walked like he wanted you to know you were in danger, Ratchet's pedesteps were brisk and purposeful, Starscream walked like he had something to prove.

So on and so forth.

Springer was... thunder, from Earth. Loud, at times, the closer he got, therein belying the dangerous nature of-

He glanced up, and then froze in thought process. The first thing he processed was not the green of Springer, but the black and white of another Police Unit. Doorwings lifting to attention, he pushed himself to stand, optic locked singlemindedly on that color scheme.

He was on Springer before he knew it, a sever pressed to his chassis, and then moving around him in a confused circle. Another.. Unit? They didn't make models like this. But this was clearly a Police Unit. Pausing in front of him, his doorwings went wide, down, and then up again.

And then, hesitantly, a soft 'whoop!' in a call.

[xretiredcommanderx]

@springingfromnothing responded to the call Might not be your Springer. But sup-?

"That's just fine with me--" The sheer fact the two have interacted on multiple occasions is just enough for her. "--actually I don't know if you're going to believe me."

"You're the one mech I don't think will believe me." Oh well she shrugs. "I want to cause a little bit of trouble while Optimus is away because he strictly said not to do anything while he was away."

[seacrestseacon]

:: Hey Seasquirt. You and your crew busy? I've got a proposition on some business. Especially if a couple of 'em are bruisers or cunning. ::

Oh Hey! Tall, Green and Tsundere was pinging him.

.: One bruiser, but all cunning. What's the prop, and what's my finders fee~? :.

He wants all the deets before he goes wandering up the hall to Blacktip about a job.

[mastermegatron]

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"You're big. Granted, you attempt to have something to do with me, so I imagine you have some sort of strength with that bulk to think you have a chance. I don't know how I feel about green and yellow, though. Hn. Six and a half."

[rifleseye]

@springingfromnothing said.

... Hey. I, meant it. I miss you. Um- comm me if you want.

Perceptor is quiet for a moment. He fidgets with his com, seeming hesitant for a moment about actually contacting springer. It's been so long now, hasn't it? He thinks the last time they spoke was... was Garrus-9...

He sucks it up, and opens his comline. "Springer?"

[lord-overlips]

You are pretty pouty.

About everything.

Maybe I should send a picture of my toy selection for tonight. I was going to let you pick... but. Well. If you're too busy sulking...?

The pouting gets worse before Overlord corrects the behaviour, coughing in a thinly veiled attempt to cover his faceplates and give him a moment to compose himself.

"Uh... y-yes? Please?" He clears his intake, licking his lips and excited, revved up now, a little taken aback by the . "I'd love to see, darling. Do you have any of the Bad Predacon models?" He wiggled his brows in interest.

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

Throws a giant bottle of home brew shandi into the pit of the Unmkayrs nearest intake.

Frankly, it's more impressed that you somehow managed to brew chickpea meat in a bottle.

Not exceptionally impressed, mind you. But more impressed than it is angry about the rude food delivery.

[iaconsavior]

@springingfromnothing asked:

" Someone up here order a case of High Grade-?" Flanked by two guards, Springer has. Delivery pad in one servo, a crate hiked up on a shoulder- And this time a shoulder mount gatling turret pointed at the ceiling. The guards wouldn't let him in unless he took it off. He made it clear he wasn't taking it off. They compromised to escort him up. He just wants his delivery money.

Oh, he hated that mech. He was arrogant, he lorded his size around, he ran his mouth, and on top of everything else? He fragging knew about their little issue topside. One wrong word, or overheard comment, and this mech could singlehandedly start Iacon wide hysteria, or revolts! But ... This was also a mech with a warship. This was also a mech who was armed. And this was a mech who knew how to utilise both. So, this was someone you kept in the good graces of. Even if you'd rather turn the little bar into a rage room...

"Ah, Springer! So glad you could make it" Sentinel laughs as he wanders away from the window at the out of place stomps in his quiet little city, servos on hips to regard the larger mech. Why did he have to be Quintesson sized, and similarly coloured!?

"Apologies for issues at reception. I forgot that no one is really armed, here, and you weren't exactly packing a friend when we met last" But he is going to wave security off to go stand outside, and gesture Springer to come bring the crate over to his golden table so he can have a look at what he really doesn't need, but appeases the world hopper in price.

"I do hope you've been enjoying Iacon. Found anything here you can't get back home?"

[badassitron]

“…pssshhh, yeah, of course! I, uh. I know that and you know that. Everyone knows that! Fragging is how all the cool mechs spend their time off. I frag so much that when I go to the frag store they’re like, whoa! It’s Badassitron again! Cuz I’m there so often they know me by name and we’re old buddies.”

[seacrestseacon]

C'mere- A certain flap flap is gonna get yoinked for a quick hug. A squeeze and deposited with a container of candy. Springer might be somewhat fond of him. Don't make a big deal of it. He will bite you.

A little surprised wheeze as he is scooped up, hugged squished against a chassis by 'Con crushing arms, and then set back down with treats?

Yeah, no. Sorry Springy. He is making a big deal.

"Aw, you getting all up in the celebrations of love, big guy?"

[rifleseye]

FOR EVERY 🎤 SENT, I WILL LIST A SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH MY MUSE.

IN MY REMAINS / LINKIN PARK 3:20

Come apart Falling in the cracks of every broken heart Digging through the wreckage of your disregard Sinking down and waiting for the chance to feel alive

I feel this one is fairly self-explanatory, but I do think a lot about the aftermath of Garrus-9 and how that must've heavily affected Perceptor. For that to be the thing that makes Perceptor leave the Wreckers after who knows what other shit he went through as one... oof.