Jul. 1st, 2008 @ 08:34 pm
"... Did you get a girlfriend?"
Broadcast laughs cheerfully. "Now where'd you get an idea like that?"
She tilts her head, her robotic mannerism bringing the bruises on the side of her face to light as her big blue eyes sparkle at him familiarly.
"The song," she says, absently rubbing the big cast that she's wearing on her left arm. "And that grin."
Then she blinks and remembers. "Oh! Um... I'm Bumblebee. I just hit a LOL. And then got kicked by a distracted Ratch....
"Oh, well, I just like the song. Classic rock, man!" He switches to another Styx hit and does some air guitar moves. "An' I didn't know grinnin' was a sign of bein' in love. Is that a human thing?"
"Bumblebee? Another one, eh? This place is crawlin' with 'em!" He winks to show he's just joking. "Man, those LOLs are dangerous."
"Ahh, you're killing me! I miss my stereo so bad." She laughs. "And Jazz grins every time he looks at me."
The comment about the number of Bumblebees is greeted by a cheery raspberry. "You've met me before."
"Sorry." He turns down his volume a little and switches over to Van Halen. "He does, huh?" He thinks a moment. "Eh, the only love birds I see regularly are Ironhide an' Chromia. They ain't exactly the cutey-flirty types, y'know?"
"Met you before, hmmm...Lessee, a 'Bee that's female an' has a Jazz as an admirer?" He counts off the items on his fingers. Good thing there are only three, he's out of fingers. "Hmm. Well, that narrows it down ta two Bumblebees. You ever hung out with a guy named Norman Osborn?"
More laughter. "No, 'Hide usually has an 'Oh slag' look on his face when he looks at 'Mia. Especially if she's playing with the twins. Uh... no, but now I'm really curious." She lifts an eyebrow on the unbruised side of her face.
"That makes for a mental image. What, like he's in trouble all the time?"
He chuckles. "It's a long story that involves genetically engineered spiders. Crazy stuff, man. All right, so, you'd be Lady Bee, then?"
"Back to the grinnin', yeah, it's a good way to show when somethin' makes ya happy. I got me some singin' partners now, an' one of 'em is
pretty special, just not romantically."
"Noooo, I just don't think it's fully soaked in that they're bonded yet. And yup, that's me." Her grin grows, though the bruised side isn't as wide. "Sweet. Oh, that reminds me. One of your old singing partners... well, one of our Broadcast's, anyway, is staying at our base now."
"So, who's this singing partner? Are they from another reality?"
Nosy Bee is a chatterbox. Can you tell who she hangs out with?
"Huh, really? Weird thought. Mine can finish each other's sentences -- or rather, battle plans." He chuckles again.
"One of your Broadcast's old singin' partners? Don't know if I could make a guess, unfortunately." Then he tilts his head. "Say, you seen a human doctor yet or did one'a yours patch you up?"
"One of 'em's from another reality. The other is my brother, who we recently restored, an' he's already back in music-lovin' form." Another grin.
"So do these two. I think it's just the thought of being married or a grandpa that does him in." She settles down to sit on the floor, her fingers tapping at her body cast. "Ratchet put me back together right after he kicked me. And yeah, Soundwave. His new alt's a DDR machine. Waitwhut, brother?"
"Goin' from no young bots to a family of 'em could do that, yeah."
He sits down across from her. "How'd he kick you in the first place? His perimeter sensors glitchin'?"
He raises an optic ridge at the name, then he grins. "A DDR machine? He's lettin' people stomp all over him, eh?" He leans back a bit. "Can't say he was a club associate of mine back in the day. More differences in realities, heh."
He then smiles more broadly. "Yup. One bod couldn't hold all the energy in our spark, so there ended up bein' two of us. Don't look nothin' alike, though." He glances down at himself. "Well, aside from other alterations that happened along the way."
Bee chuckles. "Twins. Sweet. Yeah... never thought of it that way. He's different from how I remember him being the times I fought against him. Jazz says he's missing his spark-mate, but that this is what he was like back before the war." She shakes her head and grins more. "He's teaching Rap how to do remixes, and he dances with Honey and plays soft music to Waltz."
Then she looks embarrassed. "Um, no, Ratchet was fine. He was just distracted by taking care of Honey after she got hurt... and I sat down on the floor right in his way."
She's totally forgotten that she only had two sparklings the last time she talked to Broadcast, and that he won't know who Waltz is.