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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 2, 2012 21:09:56 GMT -5
"Why the hell would he need your wallet? In't he dating rich pretty boy?" Imp asks. Stella may or may not know this, depending on how much she's found out from Control and the others.
Imp puts her sports bra on and then starts with her pants. "Anyway, yeah, you have it - he's Rodimus."
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Dec 2, 2012 21:18:21 GMT -5
Thing is, Springer doesn't much think about who is dating whom. However, when Springer thinks about how Rodimus and Mirage teamed up to make Springer's flirting lessons miserable, those two dating sounds about right to him.
Ugh, and he's dating Arcee, too.
It's just not fair!
"...yeah, yeah, I guess so. I dunno, I showed him a picture of my aunt, and he tried to grab my wallet. So I tried to flip him," she says, as if that is the logical response in such a situation. "Then I chased him around the beach and tried to arrest him."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 2, 2012 21:40:03 GMT -5
"Hnh," Imp answers, then pulls her shirt on. "Y'know, we're gonna have to exchange contact information before I head off to work. Get you in touch with the other Autobots." She lifts a brow. "Unless there's some reason I shouldn't?"
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Dec 2, 2012 21:53:29 GMT -5
Stella puts the beer down and cracks her knuckles. How is she going to phrase this?
The old-fashioned way.
Brutally.
"...yeah, no, that's a bad idea, because my real job is actually 'hunting you all down'."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 2, 2012 22:07:07 GMT -5
Imp opens her fridge and grabs a beer, then levels a look at Stella.
"No, Springer. Your real job is leader of the Wreckers." She throws her beer back, then tosses the can in the recycle bin (Imp recycles? It's pretty much law). "But anyway, if you can't contact us, we need some way to contact you."
"What human is having us hunted down, anyway? I'm pretty sure Spike would have mentioned something about that..."
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Dec 2, 2012 22:16:37 GMT -5
"I know that!" Stella protests. Then she admits, "...not entirely sure. I don't ask Control too many questions. It's just a bad idea, on all counts. They're gonna ream me out for this little sleepover with you, I'm sure."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 4, 2012 22:00:39 GMT -5
Imp scowls as Stella admits she 'doesn't ask too many questions.' "No, of course you don't," she growls.
"Well, in that case, gimmie your contact info so you can get out of here," she 'suggests', in a tone that suggests a demand.
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Dec 4, 2012 22:29:33 GMT -5
"What is that about?" Stella grumbles, and she resumes looking for her phone and earpiece - which she finds, surprisingly enough. She fiddles with the phone and then holds it up. "Here's my number. They'll probably monitor this line, though."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 5, 2012 21:54:11 GMT -5
"Hmm?" Imp asks, apparently not hearing whatever Stella's grumbling about. She pulls out her own phone with her hook and enters in the number using her finger. She nods, "Got it." Then there's a pause. "Don't s'pose there's a way to get ahold of you that isn't monitored?"
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Dec 5, 2012 22:30:34 GMT -5
"...no?" Stella replies, as if this is obvious.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 9, 2012 16:47:24 GMT -5
Imp snorts, then considers. She's not particularly worried about being late for work because... she's a gravedigger. All things considered, this really takes priority over that.
"Y'know, you probably shouldn't go back," she states.
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Dec 9, 2012 18:24:44 GMT -5
"I guess not, but... I had parents. My Aunt. Was any of it real?" Stella stares out the windows, hands on the windowsill.
"If I'm Springer, I belong with the Autobots. If I'm Stella, I have my orders from Control. But if I'm both... this is a mess, y'know?"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 11, 2012 21:42:40 GMT -5
Imp nods, heads to the fridge, and grabs another beer. This is definitely starting to sound like at least a two-beer conversation. "I'm afraid it's probably the third option." She pops open the can. "The mess, I mean. I don't got any... y'know, human memories. Seems like there was some halfway attempt to but me in a life, but it's not really finished. A few others are like that. But others... probably most, I'd say... are like you. Got a full human history with memories, connections... the works. And the other folks in these people's lives remember them. Hell, I hear Kup's even got an ex-husband."
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Dec 13, 2012 19:51:12 GMT -5
Stella looks like Imp just broke her brain.
Then she says firmly, "...I need another beer. Kup's... got... an ex-husband. I know the words, but they aren't making sense together. That's just not right."
Stella gets another beer.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Dec 16, 2012 18:59:05 GMT -5
Imp shrugs and gestures towards the fridge. "Help yourself," she states. Which Stella... pretty much does, anyway.
She takes a gulp of her own beer and shrugs. "Don't really see why that's any weirder than any of this other stuff, but yeah, that's what I heard, anyway. I s'pose you could ask him about it yourself."
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