[ A little later after this exchange and Minimus yelling at Drift, that Peter finds himself standing in front of the Cybertronian's door, knocking a coupe of times and waiting. ]
Ey, Minimus? It's Peter...ah, Star-Lord. [ He's not sure if Minimus would like to see anybody, or what exactly happened, but it sounded upsetting and he's worried, hence the visit ]. Do you have a moment?
[Minimus's body is lying on the bed, but his conscious is on on floor in the form of a 17-year-old friend. It better fits the playlist of angsty teenage music blaring over the music player. Not that he expected to have relationship troubles to be terrible enough to require this playlist, but Verity put it together for him, and he couldn't delete one of his remaining memories of Earth.
The holoform stands, unlocks the door, and throws herself back onto the carpet.]
[ Since Minimus doesn't tell him to fuck off, he takes the open door and an invitation and steps inside, closing it behind him. ]
Ah, hi...
[ Peter has never interacted much with the other Cyebertronians' holoforms, but he's seen Megatron's and knows of their existence. There's a brief confusion flashing on his face when he spots Minimus body lying on the bed, and his eyes land on the young girl sitting down in front f it.
Luckily, Minimus had mentioned Verity to Peter before, so he imagines that perhaps he chose a holoform based on her age, or looks. The guardian gives him...-Her? Her, then- a sympathetic look and moves to sit on the floor next to her. Peter brings his knees up, arms resting on them, offering silent company for a few rather than immediately pressing for answers about what had happened. The choice of songs speaks for itself, and Peter is familiar with finding comfort in songs in difficult moments. ]
[As much as he wants to ignore Drift's messages, he does have to remain professional on a mission. He can complain to Starlord later if responding ends poorly.]
There is plenty of information, but little has been of any relevance to our mission.
[It takes a few days to settle in to this city, to the pulsing beat of noise that surrounds him at every turn and it takes a second longer to adjust to the light. The searing, flashing lights that blink with loud colors as he paces down the dark street one night.
It's not just the mission that's on his mind, but the personal one whispered in to his ear as the teleportation took him away and placed them all in this saints forsaken place.
A personal mission that grates his pride no matter how he tries to ignore it. He clenches his fist around the piece of wire in his pocket, weighing options.
But walking the street helps. A bit. And he turns a corner, eyeing a familiar face from a distance. He doesn't know the man's name, but he's seen that face before on the station. It might even be better that it isn't someone he knows.
Taking a deep breath, the Darkling strides up to Minimus and sinks to his knees in front of him, right there, outside a club and the line of dressed-up natives waiting patiently to be let in to this den of sin and forgetfulness.]
Sweetheart! [His voice loud and clear, ringing out above the din of the music and small-talk around them.] Baby, darling one! Please, I hate it when we fight and I cannot go on without you.
[Pressing a hand to his chest, above his wildly beating heart, he continues, tears welling up in his eyes as emotion brims through every syllable.] I love you, I have always loved you and I want nothing else than to call you mine - in name as well as in our hearts.
Marry me. [As he pulls out a ring, made from stripped copper wire braided and twisted in to a O, adorned with a roughly polished piece of blue glass. It's nothing fancy, his skills falling desperately short on this, but it's very clearly a ring for a finger.] Make me yours and I will adore you always.
[The storefronts in one of the inner Circles display their wares that draw no attention to themselves. Minimus is alone during this mission and losing every connection he had with his home. His old doubts creeping back made it difficult to focus on research, and he foolishly believed that a walk might clear his head.
He's just as lost as before and barely notices Darkling until he shouts out a pet name.
Something Megatron might never call me, he bitterly tells himself.
...Wait.]
I'm sorry?
[It takes some time to process the situation, but he's fairly certain that this is a common Earth proposal ritual. This man he's never spoken to is kneeling in front of him and - oh Primus, humans use rings to signify marriage. Minimus is less embarrassed about the situation and more confused. Yes, the other shoppers are watching the scene, but why does Darkling have to mock him with a relationship that he'll inevitably ruin?!
Minimus regains control of himself and grimaces.] Is this some sort of joke to you?!
No- [And there is no sense of guilty conscience or of shame. This is as much pretend as the movies Peter showed him, as the mask he wears on the station and that he wore back home in front of the king.
Blinking up, eyelashes wet with unshed tears, he takes a shuffling crawl closer.] No, most dearest one, this is no joke.
After everything we've been through, how could I possibly joke about the purest and most sincerest thing in my life - my love for you.
[Petry can say this, can speak the words and sound like he means them, when the Darkling hides away in the dark shadows of his own mind. His - Aleksander's- heart, kept well away from all the emotions that he fuels in to his trembling voice.
Words he might have said, and might even have meant, had he still been able to remember what love feels like when he looks at Alina.] Most precious, don't turn me away. Please- don't let me be alone.
[The crowd look from one to the other, a scene of passion playing out right in front of them, and like always - people love to watch the ruin of others.]
[ yet another flyer ends up on every orber's door, evidently by the same culprit as last time, except now it's a more colorful display:
the back of the flyer features more details about the play and its characters, and soon enough, an announcement from rita herself goes public, giving more context about the event, which all can sign up for. ]
[Finn walks up to the box, squinting down into it thoughtfully. Apparently, gift giving was the custom around here. A human custom, as far as Finn could tell. The thought gives him a weird fluttering in his stomach as he focuses on one of the new people he's met -- human or not -- racking his brain for what they might want...]
MA loves cleaning. Like, loves cleaning. [Finn hums, as if waiting for divine insight from the box itself.] Maybe this is kinda out there, but I feel like the best gift he could get is more stuff to clean. But not like, laundry, like something super old that he'd be into...? Is that enough to go on, box?
Later...
[This month's supply drop has arrived and with it, a little something special for Minimus. He'll see a box wrapped in pearlescent white paper, a coral-colored bow, and a small glittery gold tag with 'From Finn' printed on it. The wrapping job is too neat to be from Finn himself, clearly created by the ship's replicator based on his gift request.
Inside the box, he will find a very old copy of The Canterbury Tales. It is severely damaged and in need of profound restoration, but the illuminations look original. Projects make good gifts, right?]
[The damage horrifies Minimus, but the artwork is too beautiful to abandon. It's a unique cleaning project that will take up much of his time in the near future, so now he has something else to do than to police everyone that doesn't clean up after themselves in the common area.
As a bonus, he has his hands on a new piece of classical Earth literature. Time to be scandalized by some of the stories!]
[Clayton has to think really hard about this one. Most of his go-to gift options seem like they'd only be appropriate for humans - he can't even settle on food, noting that the Energon on offer during Newt's recent movie night didn't come in a lot of unique or interesting forms. Eventually, after a lot of puzzling and kind of creative brain-twisting, Clayton puts together something that he hopes can be appreciated, even if it's only by intent. The car polish kit is packaged together and wrapped, left at Minimus's door like he did for Clayton's gift earlier this week, except this one comes with a messily handwritten note.]
[With so many of his friends on other ships or otherwise not around, it's been easier for Wei Wuxian to conceal his mood, but occasionally he still needs to get away to somewhere quieter. It's why he seeks out the library from time to time, and why he's entering now, pleasantly surprised to see Minimus in his human form sitting at one of the tables.
He wanders over with a smile, waving in greeting.]
I should have known you'd be spending most of your time here.
[Minimus looks up from his fort created from dozens of books, a notebook outlining his organizational system, and a stack of papers arranged in a complex grid that only he understands.]
This is the best place to seek information about the planet, after all. [The books he's paging through is undergoing a bookmarking process; he can't put it down now.] I have the captains' permission, and I trust that the others can work on the ground while I'm here.
I am messaging you all in hopes of returning to something that we have not had the luxury of aboard the R2. I do not judge the lack of it, but change needs to occur. I feel that we should take the laws that govern our society aboard the R2 and do more than simply imprison those who break those laws. We need to train at least two residents aboard the ship as lawyers, as well as instituting court proceedings that include a jury, when necessary.
I believe we have a duty to those we serve to ensure that they are represented fairly, that they are allowed a voice, or else we are only repeating the actions that harmed many of us.
I will be unavailable to return messages on this topic for the rest of the day, but I shall respond when I can. Thank you.
You bring up a critical issue in our peacekeeping infrastructure. While I myself am a lawyer, I find myself lacking in assistance when we are seeing multiple cases at once. The existing system in place was enough when we were a small crew, but as our community grows, a stronger bureaucracy is needed.
I am willing to join you in a meeting to discuss the changes to be made. Our security team numbers have dwindled, and we must attract new members to take part in running the court system. I will prepare an outline for the ship-wide process for our review.
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I am recovering. I will be fit for the mission .
[He's not sure if he's ready to accept that apology, but-]
I, too, apologize for unintentionally mocking your grief, though I would have preferred a less severe warning.
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You didn't know. It's not an excuse.
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Ey, Minimus? It's Peter...ah, Star-Lord. [ He's not sure if Minimus would like to see anybody, or what exactly happened, but it sounded upsetting and he's worried, hence the visit ]. Do you have a moment?
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The holoform stands, unlocks the door, and throws herself back onto the carpet.]
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Ah, hi...
[ Peter has never interacted much with the other Cyebertronians' holoforms, but he's seen Megatron's and knows of their existence. There's a brief confusion flashing on his face when he spots Minimus body lying on the bed, and his eyes land on the young girl sitting down in front f it.
Luckily, Minimus had mentioned Verity to Peter before, so he imagines that perhaps he chose a holoform based on her age, or looks. The guardian gives him...-Her? Her, then- a sympathetic look and moves to sit on the floor next to her. Peter brings his knees up, arms resting on them, offering silent company for a few rather than immediately pressing for answers about what had happened. The choice of songs speaks for itself, and Peter is familiar with finding comfort in songs in difficult moments. ]
That's a good playlist.
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[As much as he wants to ignore Drift's messages, he does have to remain professional on a mission. He can complain to Starlord later if responding ends poorly.]
There is plenty of information, but little has been of any relevance to our mission.
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We're seeing how that's going.
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Action - Fox and the Hare mission
It's not just the mission that's on his mind, but the personal one whispered in to his ear as the teleportation took him away and placed them all in this saints forsaken place.
A personal mission that grates his pride no matter how he tries to ignore it. He clenches his fist around the piece of wire in his pocket, weighing options.
But walking the street helps. A bit. And he turns a corner, eyeing a familiar face from a distance. He doesn't know the man's name, but he's seen that face before on the station. It might even be better that it isn't someone he knows.
Taking a deep breath, the Darkling strides up to Minimus and sinks to his knees in front of him, right there, outside a club and the line of dressed-up natives waiting patiently to be let in to this den of sin and forgetfulness.]
Sweetheart! [His voice loud and clear, ringing out above the din of the music and small-talk around them.] Baby, darling one! Please, I hate it when we fight and I cannot go on without you.
[Pressing a hand to his chest, above his wildly beating heart, he continues, tears welling up in his eyes as emotion brims through every syllable.] I love you, I have always loved you and I want nothing else than to call you mine - in name as well as in our hearts.
Marry me. [As he pulls out a ring, made from stripped copper wire braided and twisted in to a O, adorned with a roughly polished piece of blue glass. It's nothing fancy, his skills falling desperately short on this, but it's very clearly a ring for a finger.] Make me yours and I will adore you always.
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He's just as lost as before and barely notices Darkling until he shouts out a pet name.
Something Megatron might never call me, he bitterly tells himself.
...Wait.]
I'm sorry?
[It takes some time to process the situation, but he's fairly certain that this is a common Earth proposal ritual. This man he's never spoken to is kneeling in front of him and - oh Primus, humans use rings to signify marriage. Minimus is less embarrassed about the situation and more confused. Yes, the other shoppers are watching the scene, but why does Darkling have to mock him with a relationship that he'll inevitably ruin?!
Minimus regains control of himself and grimaces.] Is this some sort of joke to you?!
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Blinking up, eyelashes wet with unshed tears, he takes a shuffling crawl closer.] No, most dearest one, this is no joke.
After everything we've been through, how could I possibly joke about the purest and most sincerest thing in my life - my love for you.
[Petry can say this, can speak the words and sound like he means them, when the Darkling hides away in the dark shadows of his own mind. His - Aleksander's- heart, kept well away from all the emotions that he fuels in to his trembling voice.
Words he might have said, and might even have meant, had he still been able to remember what love feels like when he looks at Alina.] Most precious, don't turn me away. Please- don't let me be alone.
[The crowd look from one to the other, a scene of passion playing out right in front of them, and like always - people love to watch the ruin of others.]
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I just saw Rodimus tearing out of the cafe like he heard there was a hat parade he needed to go protest.
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[There's a long pause. It's just as bad as he assumed it would get.]
I informed him of my relationship with Megatron.
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[ Deep inhale, and a long drawn out vent follows. ]
Shit.
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the back of the flyer features more details about the play and its characters, and soon enough, an announcement from rita herself goes public, giving more context about the event, which all can sign up for. ]
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MA loves cleaning. Like, loves cleaning. [Finn hums, as if waiting for divine insight from the box itself.] Maybe this is kinda out there, but I feel like the best gift he could get is more stuff to clean. But not like, laundry, like something super old that he'd be into...? Is that enough to go on, box?
Later...
[This month's supply drop has arrived and with it, a little something special for Minimus. He'll see a box wrapped in pearlescent white paper, a coral-colored bow, and a small glittery gold tag with 'From Finn' printed on it. The wrapping job is too neat to be from Finn himself, clearly created by the ship's replicator based on his gift request.
Inside the box, he will find a very old copy of The Canterbury Tales. It is severely damaged and in need of profound restoration, but the illuminations look original. Projects make good gifts, right?]
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As a bonus, he has his hands on a new piece of classical Earth literature. Time to be scandalized by some of the stories!]
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Moustache-buffing kit
--Clayton
Hhial: The Hawking, Action
He wanders over with a smile, waving in greeting.]
I should have known you'd be spending most of your time here.
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This is the best place to seek information about the planet, after all. [The books he's paging through is undergoing a bookmarking process; he can't put it down now.] I have the captains' permission, and I trust that the others can work on the ground while I'm here.
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Do you mind if I join you? [he glances to the table.] I won't even mess up your organization.
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Text, Patokiichi, CC'd to Starscream and Gold Arm and Orion Pax
I believe we have a duty to those we serve to ensure that they are represented fairly, that they are allowed a voice, or else we are only repeating the actions that harmed many of us.
I will be unavailable to return messages on this topic for the rest of the day, but I shall respond when I can. Thank you.
Signing off,
BP-110, Deckerd
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You bring up a critical issue in our peacekeeping infrastructure. While I myself am a lawyer, I find myself lacking in assistance when we are seeing multiple cases at once. The existing system in place was enough when we were a small crew, but as our community grows, a stronger bureaucracy is needed.
I am willing to join you in a meeting to discuss the changes to be made. Our security team numbers have dwindled, and we must attract new members to take part in running the court system. I will prepare an outline for the ship-wide process for our review.
Do you have an agenda for this meeting?
- Ultra Magnus, Head of Security.