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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 11, 2012 20:52:28 GMT -5
OOC: Later half of Month 9. Imp's apartment. Private.
Imp wakes up in her cruddy little apartment after the strangest dream. Something about kittens and someone trying to force her to cook? Huge mistake, that. But whatever, dream over, time to get back to reality.
Except that there's someone in bed beside her.
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Nov 11, 2012 20:58:49 GMT -5
Stella has some pretty weird dreams as a matter of course, because her life is pretty weird. She is a black ops helicopter pilot who thinks she is having a mental break where she is imagining having a second life as a male robot.
Still, Stella grunts, "Weird dream." Then she blinks. "Hey wait, this isn't the barracks..." Stella looks over at Imp and then makes a face. "...did we?"
What did Stella drink last night!?
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 12, 2012 22:33:35 GMT -5
Did Imp drink last night? Can Imp even get drunk in this body?
She blinks in confusion at the green haired woman. Wasn't this gal in her dream?
"Who are you, and what the blazes are you doing in my bed?" she demands, not answering Stella's question (although possibly answering it at the same time).
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Nov 13, 2012 8:37:08 GMT -5
"Uh, Sarah Hawk," Stella answers absently, which is not what she said her name was in that dream. She rubs the back of her head, and she sits up. Well, she seems to be fully clothed, on her own part, so if they did hook up in a drunken stupor, then they must have decided to then tidily put their clothes back on? That does not make a lot of sense!
She mutters, "Jeez, you sound like a roommate I used to have. I, uh... I guess I'm bicurious. I dunno?"
She sure does like looking at Carolyn, Stella does know that.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 14, 2012 21:57:16 GMT -5
"What's that?" Imp asks. Her own species only has one gender, and unlike many Transformers given human form, she doesn't have a set of human memories to go with it and thus is missing a lot of the cultural reference she'd need to navigate the language of human sexuality.
Even so, she's pretty sure that 'bicurious' doesn't answer her question, but she'll hold out until she knows what it is.
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Nov 14, 2012 23:35:10 GMT -5
"I mean that I think I might like women, but I'm not sure," Stella answers, and she gets herself out of the bed. "How have you not heard of that?"
She reaches for her earpiece, but it's not there. Stella goes for her cellphone. Also no luck. She looks back at Imp, and she rubs her chin. "You... look a lot like General Packer. Only kind of sick. Any idea where I left my phone?"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 18, 2012 19:24:04 GMT -5
Imp shrugs. "I'm new to around here." 'Around here,' of course, being this planet.
Her clothing's already on, but she suspects she needs a shower. She's a grave digger, she usually needs one. She heads towards the tiny bathroom in the tiny apartment, starting to pull off her shirt as she goes.
"Who's he?" she asks, voice muffled from the shirt, when Stella observes that she looks like General Packer, using the same gender-pronoun she (really "he", really "it") defaults to.
Se finishes removing the shirt, apparently completely comfortable with disrobing in front of a stranger. She apparently has a few injuries, because she's got a bandage around her right forearm and another over the left side of her abdomen, although there's no indication of blood beneath them. She glances around her apartment at Stella's question. "Nope, no clue. If it's in here, can't be hard to find - it's not like there's a lot of places for it to hide."
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Nov 19, 2012 0:51:18 GMT -5
"Bravest woman I knew. Died to save Japan," Stella answers softly, with some pain, and she looks away when Imp starts to strip, because while maybe they hooked up (no), neither of them seem to remember it.
But she does see some bandages out of the corner of her eye. Stella wonders if maybe she has been kidnapped by bad guys. That happens sometimes.
She goes looking for her cellphone or her earpiece. Control is going to be so torqued.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 20, 2012 19:45:29 GMT -5
Imp pauses, then dips her head. "Sorry to hear that," she says, and she sounds genuinely sympathetic. She gestures the fridge. "I'm pretty sure there's something in there to eat. Help yourself."
It's mostly beer, but there might be some actual food.
"So whaddaya do besides show up in strangers' apartments for no good reason?" she shouts as she goes into the bathroom, leaving the door open so she can hear the stranger in her apartment (and so that she can shout back at Stella).
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Nov 20, 2012 22:24:36 GMT -5
Imp is generous with random strangers in her apartment!
"Thanks," Stella says, because she /is/ hungry. Really hungry. She opens up the fridge and grabs a beer, because beer is calories. Then she examines the maybe-food. Is that meatloaf?
"Hey, I'm sure I had a great reason why I ended up in your apartment. Probably swept you off your feet and made you swoon," says Stella's second thoughts, which can, at times, be a facsimile charming, "Maybe, 'Hey baby, I'd love to buy you a drink. After all, you always gotta preflight."' - oh, eh. I'm a pilot. Helicopters. Civilian."
Which is what she said in the dream.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 21, 2012 20:15:37 GMT -5
There is really no telling what the maybe-food in Imp's refrigerator is. Imp is not much of a cook (the dream is accurate in that regard).
She snorts at Stella's bragging. "I doubt it. I don't get swept." She continues to clean, shouting over the running water. "Name's Imp, by the way." She would offer to shake Stella's hand, but (1) she's in the shower, and (2) she's only got one hand, and that's being used to wash her hair at the moment. "Gravedigger."
That is both the name and job she gave in the dream.
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Nov 22, 2012 19:54:52 GMT -5
Okay, so clearly, Stella must have gotten Imp's name and occupation at the bar(?) where they must have met, and then that ended up reiterated in her dream.
...though the whole Sweet King thing being real would have been a heck of a first date...
Whatever it is, Stella grabs some and eats it.
"Ah, sure, you say that now, but helicopter pilots get it up quicker! ...er, that actually made no sense in this context." She rubs her chin and tries again, "Hi, I'm a pilot. Can I see your cockpit?"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 25, 2012 20:48:54 GMT -5
"I don't have a cockpit," Imp answers. She doesn't seem particularly surprised or confused by the question because she's used to 'cockpit' being a common body part. It's just not a body part she has, what with her alt mode being a drill-tank, not a jet.
She finishes her shower and peeks out, grabbing for the towel.
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Nov 25, 2012 21:28:26 GMT -5
Stella blinks a few times and says, "Wait, you're a dude?"
She has been avoiding looking at the unclothed Imp, despite the inherent ridiculousness of that, but now, she does try to take a look.
Stella pauses. Then she says, "I'm confused."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Nov 25, 2012 22:21:04 GMT -5
Imp continues to show the same complete lack of human modesty that she displayed earlier, so Stella should be able to tell that, at least physically, she's female. She brings the towel to her head to start by drying her hair. Hair - annoying stuff, and made all the more difficult to dry by the fact that she's got only one actual hand.
"I'm really not much about genders one way or another," she admits. Then glances up at Stella, wet hair falling across her left eye. "And why're you confused? You're the one asking about cockpits! Humans don't have those!"
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