First transmission

[dont_touchmyshit]

A. [ Action | Outside 3476 Erwin Street ]

[Aria has not had a pleasant morning. On top of waking up to find herself in a strange place, in stranger clothes and an even stranger body beside a random human male she now also has no pants. After having a minor panic attack at how disgustingly primitive everything in the house is she's stolen her husbands pants, stolen a jacket and decided to figure out where she is and what the meaning of all of this is.]

B. [ Action| Olney's Tavern ]

[After being slightly unsettled by the ant-like conformity of Erwin Street, Aria has found the Tavern. If the shouting isn't loud enough to be heard by passers by then she certainly can be heard inside the bar giving the drone a piece of her mind about his service.]

C. [ Action| John Doe Park]

[Seeing as she has no where better to be and the biggest open space happens to be the park, hopefully she can find someone here that isn't going to berate her for wearing pants or wanting a drink.]

Comments

[electrowhipit]

Uh, yeah. I really wouldn't. They look human enough that I would probably slam on the brakes out of impulse if nothing else.

[ He notices that, and he appreciates it, confident enough in her abilities to let her do all the driving. ]

Ha- if you want speed, you're with the wrong Autobot, but I'll do my best.

[dont_touchmyshit]

Seeing as this body is likely more fragile than the one I'm used to, I'd rather not end up thrown through your windshield. Dying might end up putting me in a bad mood.

[She's glad that he does allow her to do the driving, being in control of something for the first time today is rather relaxing for her. Even if she is driving an antique.]

You're faster than I am, it's a start. Speed isn't necessarily everything, you handle well on the road, better than some sports vehicles I've driven.

[electrowhipit]

Having you go through my windshield might put me in a bad mood, so let's not try that out.

[ Being what he is- not only a sedan that is clearly not meant for racing, but a stockier member of his race, built more for strength and leverage than speed, she might be able to break 100mph when they hit open road, but that's about it. ]

I like to think it's the Cybertronian in me and not the Chevrolet in me.

[dont_touchmyshit]

Agreed.

[100mph is fine with her, she was mostly just looking to get out of Mayfield and see exactly where on Earth this shithole of a town is. He doesn't have the same safety coding systems in place for speed most futuristic vehicles do and that's a bonus in her opinion.]

Seeing as I've never heard of Chevrolet we'll go with Cybertronian. What part of the galaxy does your race come from?

[electrowhipit]

[ There's an old gas station off of the highway, but not much else besides. Still, it's nice to get away from the town. ]

Most recently? Earth. There's not exactly a whole lot of us left.

[dont_touchmyshit]

[All she'll do is shift gears and settle at cruising around 90mph.]

Hm, seems you're the same as everyone in my galaxy. Save now we just find a piece of rock to hold up on before something comes to kill you, or try to. Most places are on fire or reduced to rubble or a combination of both.

[electrowhipit]

Eesh. It was like that for us for a while, too, until we came to Earth.

War will do that, I guess.

[dont_touchmyshit]

The Earth I know is worse off than the rest of the galaxy, then again, the attack was concentrated here.

War only determines one thing, who is left standing. And I don't even know how many of my race are left now, not like I had much contact with them anyway.