AUDIO POST

[popculturecon]

Hey! Excuse me! Anyone on this line?

[This voice sounds... like you are talking to Guyman himself. Musical and modulated, and kind of sort of loud]

Since when did Cybertron have grass? Or... y'know still be here? The fact that it's still... I mean that it's not... y'know really... dead and stuff is sort of-

NO REALLY WHY IS THERE GRASS HERE?

[He sounds pretty disturbed by this]

Not that grass is bad! I like grass, it was great on earth, if... y'know anyone here has been there at all, but like- Is that a farm? ... There's a tiny farm he- Did anyone see the tiny farm? Oh my god, I have to get a picture of this no wait, hold on.

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[popculturecon]

[And Soundwave flinches back, the sudden movement scared him, and almost stumbles back amongst everything else in the shop. He wasn't used to that kind of reaction towards him, simply because when everyone else heard his name they just... laughed.

No one really explained why he was so different, just that this other Soundwave was 'creepy' and 'good at his job', and he was almost capable of overlooking creepy to be jealous that someone could get the level of respect he kept seeing from everyone else but-

Mind raped and tortured-]

I wouldn't do that!

[Sounded a lot more horrified when he was on the other side of that]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[The hand coming up around her isn't half so startling as the flare of alarm off each bot---the one-two leaves Sam knuckling at first one eye and then the other as Wheeljack's hand moves away.]

[ye_olde_engineer]

[Wheeljack notes the surprise and horror in the other mech. It's . . . kind of good to see, actually, not that he'd ever /want/ to upset someone so. But it gives that much more weight to the assertion. He's still regathering his own wits when he glances down to check on Sam and sees her rubbing at her eyes.]

Oh! Sorry, Sam . . . you okay?

[popculturecon]

[He's still not confident enough to leap to her rescue, but he does edge in a little closer, looking deeply concerned]

Don't move too fast!

[10_20_15_5_50]

I'm fine, guys, just fine! Honest.

[She holds up her hands in assurance, caught off-guard by their concern---rubbing at her eyes had been an almost automatic action.]

Ouch, sorry...thought I'd replied orz

[ye_olde_engineer]

[It'd been more the look on her face than the gesture. And the fact that Wheeljack had reacted without thinking and had wanted to make sure /he'd/ not hurt her by mistake.]

Okay…good…

Um, so . . . anyway, Soundwave . . . like I said, you're welcome ta anythin' in here. An' . . . maybe you'd be willin' ta sit down sometime an' tell me about your reality? I'd tell ya about mine too if you'd be interested.

[Because he had a strong suspicion that such a conversation would be…intriguing…to say the least. Likely for /both/ of them.]

lol sokay

[popculturecon]

Um... y-yeah. Yeah okay yeah. That'd be cool. I could tell you about home.

all good

[10_20_15_5_50]

[Sam pats at the engineer's palm, as it's one of the few reassuring gestures she can offer from his hand.]

...I'd toss an offer up, but.

[it's just a couple decades' 'meanwhile in Canada']