kismet_loop | [Video]

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tf: idw | subzero (oc)

[Video]

[Hello again, Haveners. Have this bot on your screens once more. He seems to be sitting in the middle of the street this time, and has a similar look on his face as the last time he was on the network.]

Ah...if I could ask assistance from anyone with....really small hands, I would greatly appreciate it.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to come to you, but I can send you my coordinates.

.....Please hurry.

[He shivers just as the video ends.]

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[christ that could be awful and someone may be expecting the worst on account of having seen too many movies]

[...Not that Subzero can see Sam's expression cause she's gone to get her shoes on, drone tailing her.]

Little creatures like what?

Ah...the little four legged, things that are all over the city. I don't know what they are.

Oh! Okay. Man. Man, you poor thing.

[That's... kinda funny, though.]

[And then Sam's kicking off her shoes to duck into the kitchenette, because cats being cats, the little jerks aren't likely to come out unless motivated, and cats cannot be coaxed. Her drone rounds the corner in time to catch her shoving a packet into a pocket, already backtracking to brush by.]

So where are you at?

At least they've stopped moving...though...now that I say it, I'm not sure if that's a good thing. And I think one may be hurt, as when I was trying to get it to come back out it made a...horrible sound and went in deeper...

Ah...here. [he'll send his location to her drone.]

Thank you, Sam.

[She grimaces at that additional information; in light of it, this is abruptly unfunny.]

Okay, yeah, that's not good. I'll see you soon and no thanking me yet.

I'll thank you now for trying, and later for, hopeful, success.

[He's just gonna....sit here and wait.]

Since you say so...

[And bwip! the feed cuts.]

[After a while, Subzero will hear an engine approaching---Sam's stree'doo. Once it's in sight, both riders are easily identified in spite of being helmeted; Sam's in short sleeves, after all, and the noodley little figure behind her has to be Hiro.]

[Oh thank Primus!]

[He doesn't move. He sits, rather stiff, and waits for them to reach him.]

Thank you for coming, both of you.

[NOODLE BE HERE, hopping off the vehicle before it comes to a complete stop which, um, dangerous and scuttling over to stressed out robot dude.]

S'up? Sam said you had cats in your guts.

[...he's helping.]

[noodle no you're only (sorta?) supposed to do that on soft-landing snow]

[kids these days]

You're welcome. And that---only kinda sorta close enough.

[Dismounting herself, Sam pauses just long enough to stow her helmet and pull the packet from her pocked before approaching Subzero.]

Just whereabouts are the little buggers? And, where did they even get in?

Ah...basically? If I’m catching the meaning of “guts” right.

[His optics shift to focus on Sam.] Ah, a number of places actually. Though if you could start with the one at my right elbow, I’d be very appreciative.

[And she should be able to see for herself the small areas a cat could slip into if it wanted, rather easily too, when she comes to get a look at his arm.]

[Hiro hears "right elbow" and scurries right over, standing on his tiptoes for a better look.]

Oh yeah, dude, you're not airtight at all. [Momentary pause.] Can you take your arm all the way off?

Yeah. Guts, 'vulnerable innards,' y'know.

[She nods to Subzero before stepping up to stand beside Hiro, unwrapping the little bundle she brought. The headcheese thus revealed has warmed somewhat, and so is surprisingly fragrant; Sam pulls a slice free, hands the rest off to Hiro, and considers the bot before her.]

Pardon me!

[She's going to do a bit of climbing to be better positioned, glad for the hand- and foot-holds Cybertronian frames afford.]

I want to see if I can't coax it out, but even with the smell of this stuff I'm going to want to get a bit closer.

Of course not. [Why would he need his armor to be airtight? All of his joints are treated and maintained to withstand moisture and the like.]

Yes, though it does hurt to remove a limb, especially if not done properly. [So no, don't ask if you can just take off his arm to retrieve the little creatures hiding under his armor.]

[He doesn't mind Sam standing on him at all.]

There's a panel latch there that will allow you a bit better access to the substructure, though I'm....not sure you'll be....strong enough to actually get it to open.

[Hiro gives a mildly disappointed sigh, which turns into a sound of pure disgust because ew smelly cheese. Gonna just...put that on the ground. Over here.

He'll hover nearby in case his help is needed, offering helpfully:] Sam's pretty touch, dude. You never know.

Oh, hey, don't---aw, man. I was going to finish off whatever we didn't use coaxing cats; that's better than the headcheese the last butcher I knew made.

[Think about that butcher bit---or don't. Nobody who doesn't already know what goes into headcheese really wants to know what goes into headcheese, right?]

But thanks. And also, Zero, that's cool; I don't think I'll need to get that close.

[Now that she's settle up near the cat's point of entry, Sam taps the nails of her free hand against the armour there, hoping to draw the cat's attention. She knows she can't be the only person who feeds the strays from time to time---they are fairly friendly for strays, after all---and so hopefully the smell of the terrine she has, coupled with calling, will draw them out.]

Kitty-kitty-kitty...? C'mon... it's delicious, cat. You're missing out.

[Zero manages not to shiver as he feels several of the cats on the side start moving. The one nearest the offered food is first, as well as one higher up near his shoulder, and a third in his hip.]

I think it’s working...

[Sure enough, there’s a loud “myaaah” and a kitty head pokes out.]

[On official kitty detail, Hiro creeps up and waits until enough of the kitty is out so he can grab it without hurting it. He also makes a show of plugging his nose because Sam, your taste in cheese is nastyyyy.]

Aha, sweet success! [Sam tears a piece off the headcheese she's holding, offering it to the cat Hiro's caught to hopefully placate it. It's a nice thought---what's probably not-so-nice is the revelation that that 'cheese' really isn't cheese at all.] For a start.

[He’s still stiff, but he does have a little smile on his face.] A few more are moving your way.

[And it’s taking everything in him to not shudder. That tickles!!]

[Hey, slow down, kitties, Hiro can only hold so many of you at a time! Case in point: he takes out his backpack and starts putting cats in it.

Y'know, as you do.]

Don't get mad at Sam for giving you gross stuff, guys, she doesn't know any better. She's Canadian.

Kay---and hey, hey, hey. [backpack of cats really okay whatever; this is still working well] Up yer mukluk, buddy. This is a top-notch terrine and you can't knock it til you've tried it. After this, you gotta try it. Also, I resent your implications.

Careful, Hiro, don't hurt them. [That is the whole, or at least a big chunk of, the point of him calling for help.]

What...is it you're coaxing them out with, Sam?

I'm not hurting them! See? [Bag of cats is meowing, but seems very comfortable.] Sure are a lot of them, though.

Food made from heads. It's what Sams eat all the time in our world. [Hiro, don't give the robot misinformation, please.]

About how many have you got in you, man? And---Hiro.

[u lil turd]

It's not as indiscriminate as he makes it sound. It's scraps of pig meat which, yes, come mostly from the head, suspended in a gel together so as to be sliceable.

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Guh, sorry for my fail guys. ;-;

all good :3

^this

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