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[tenthtimeisthecharm]

There is a brief pause filled with audible clicks and thuds, followed by the slightly echoey acoustics that come from someone recording audio in a large room. "Hello hello! You've reached Dr. Velocity! Feel free to leave a message or a video or whatever here, and I'll do my very best to respond promptly! And if it this is about the stickers, Ratchet, I didn't do it! Love and love and love!"

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[thelordofmisrule]

[ Skywarp is doing his rounds. He has memorized quite frankly ridiculous amounts of the usual daily schedules of those who kick around on the R2. It's equal parts impressive and concerning in many ways. Either way he tends to pop into habs when no one's about. Not to steal anything, never that. At least not for the moment, who knows what the future may bring. Occasionally to snoop, but mostly to just take a quick look around. See how people live where they think no one else sees. It's revealing.

His rounds.

There's a WORP! somewhere behind Lottie and the purple jet appears amidst a swirl of golden mists.

And oh! Well. That's a surprise right there. She's usually not here this time of day. ]

Well I didn't think they'd taste that badly...

[tenthtimeisthecharm]

[Velocity twitched and peered over her shoulder at the sudden noise, optics going wide when she saw someone was there. After he spoke and she realized who he must be, she sat up, hugging the large, squishy toy she'd gotten from Megatron to her chest]

Oh, it was from you? They've- [She scrubs a hand across her optics and tries to offer him a smile before her engine gives a hiccuping flip and she buried her face into the toy] They've been really good. It was really sweet of you. I don't- I don't really get presents.

I w-would offer you some energon or something but I've been trying to leave my habsuite more, so I haven't kept any here.

[thelordofmisrule]

No need to trouble yourself on my behalf, not at all. I suspect you might be doing that to yourself a smidge already.

[ More then just a smidge by all accounts. This must have something to do with that ominous network post she made the other day. A mission and a failure. And perhaps something even more then that. A secret he smells, and he loves a good secret. He vanishes in a pop and then moments later pops back again next to her bed, holding a cube out to her. ]

And I also suspect your sojourns out have not been as frequent as you'd like.

[tenthtimeisthecharm]

[Velocity jumps a bit when she actually witnesses him teleport, but holds out her hand for the cube without hesitation and takes a sip]

Maybe. [She mumbles, drawing up her knees to her chest] I've been trying to keep busy, but- [A shrug, and she takes another sip, mostly to give her an excuse to delay talking]

It looks like my default when things go really really really wrong is to hide. Do you, um. Do you do that, too?

[thelordofmisrule]

Hmm...

[ He ponders, tapping his chin. ]

I suppose that all depends on just how much of the wrong I'm at fault for and what exactly is on fire.

[ He laughs, only half joking really. He usually prefers to sit back and watch the metaphorical and physical fires of his own creation. Prime entertainment those are. ]

Typically for better or worse I'm about and out trying to make that wrong better or worse, whatever seems best at the time.

[tenthtimeisthecharm]

[Velocity cycles her optics at him, not entirely certain how to take that but willing to give him the benefit of the doubt that it was a joke or that she just didn't understand the context. And besides...]

Can one decision be both? [She mumbles this into her knees] I did something that-

[She cuts herself off and turns her head to look away]

I don't know. I would do it again. But maybe that's the problem.