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Openish | Gas, Gas, Gas...

WHO: Alex and Getaway (Possibly anyone eavesdropping)
WHERE: Outside the Heropa Porter station, possibly moving to dinner
WHEN: February 18th, evening
WHAT: Alex is trawling the waters for recruits and found a master of Escapology.
WARNINGS: Language, Possible Alchohol

Alex stood out in a crowd, she couldn't really help herself. The lanky red-head stood six-foot even without the boots she liked, and her amber eyes constantly moved this way and that, scanning approaching people and vehicles for any sign of threat. Even her presence could be unnerving to some, like a dangerous animal kept on a very short leash. The effect was lessened somewhat when she talked to herself.

"There couldn't really be giant transforming robots...right?"

She'd been asking herself that practically every minute since getting Getaway's last text, and each time failed to come up with anything approaching a coherent answer. One part of herself wanted to say that if super powers could happen here, then almost anything could happen here...but maybe that was going too far with it. It wasn't like she'd run into anyone inhuman yet, not that she'd recognized as such anyway.

"Fuck." Raising a hand, she massaged one temple with her index and pointer finger, "I'm thinking too hard about this. Meet the guy, get a sense for him, see if he'd make a good Saint. Digging can come later."

And that was how she found herself standing on the curb outside the Heropa Porter facility, checking her communicator and wondering how she was going to recognize Getaway. Would he just be a giant Robot?

[Outside the Porter] She texted, [Sorry for the wait, had to be hassled about it first. Bureaucrats.]

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I'm outside. Look for the shiniest, most good-looking car in the parking lot and you'll find me.

All Alex has to do is leave the station and the car she needs is just right there. The sports car is an attractive white with pink, black, and yellow accents. Just looking at it one can tell that it's made for speed.

The door pops open when she approaches, beckoning her to get into the driver's seat.

There was no one inside. Strange.

"Yeah right, you really expect me to just get into a strange car I've never seen before?...although damn, this is a fucking sweet ride."

Alex circles the car appreciatively, crouching down to examine the tires and running a hand along the smooth lines of the hood and the spoiler.

"Ahhh...fuck it." What could it hurt?

So saying, Alex slipped into the drivers seat with practiced ease, checking the instruments and resting her hands on the wheel.

If Alex expected to drive, then she'd be extremely disappointed, as the car door slammed shut and it put itself into gear so that it could drive itself away from the station. The interior o f the car is very sleek and modern, and on the steering wheel is a curious symbol that lit up when a voice piped up from nowhere.

"Pretty nice, huh? Finding an earth mode that suited me took some shopping, but I found this one in the end.

So, where are we headed?"

"Shiiit, you can drive this thing without being in it? That's fucking badass." Alex grins, settling back into the seat with a luxuriant shimmy of her shoulders to get comfortable.

"You wanna eat or drink? There's a decent greasy spoon on the city map called Mirna's Diner, or there's an Irish Pub in the downtown called the Tir Na Nog. Either one works for me..."

The little cogs in Alex's head finally started to turn as she looked around the interior slowly, running an absent hand over the flashing icon on the steering wheel.

"So...what kinda stuff can you turn into? Assuming you really are a giant ro...er, Cybertronian."

Getaway would ordinarily turn his nose up at both those suggestions as they sound like something the common person would go to, but he doesn't want to upset or insult his new friend, so he replies amicably.

"This Irish Pup sounds like a new experience. We're on our way now. As for what I can turn into? Well, you're sitting in it. Or me, rather."

The car cheekily honks its horn a couple times for the fun of it.

"Huh." Well that was new. Alex's brain had just started to work in that general direction when Getaway confirmed her suspicions, leaving her looking around the inside of...him? Her? Them?

"Shit I've never been inside someone before...well, not all of me anyway." Cough. "Wait why isn't the inside just more of you? Were Cybertronians built to carry passengers, or what?"

It looked like they were getting into a conversation about Cybertronian biology. Getaway doesn't mind for the most part, but to him this topic is kind of mundane. Sort of like describing how the knee joint works.

"We can adapt different forms depending on where we are. This is my "Earth Mode", which I use to move around in my usual form without rousing any sort of suspicious."

He pauses for a moment, considering his next move.

"I can show you my other form, but we'll need to stop for that. I can't transform with you inside me. It'd be extremely messy and unpleasant for the both of us."

"Ah you can show me when we get to the Tir, I'm not in a super rush." She experimentally runs her hands over the steering wheel, touching the instruments, resting a hand on the hand-brake. "And you don't feel any of this? Like, it's not weird to have a person just sitting inside you, touching your shit?"

Sorry Getaway, her own world is comparatively mundane and Alex is just FASCINATED by you.

"I've worked with organics before, so I'm used to it."

When you're a cool spy in the employ of an Autobot so vicious and pragmatic that even the Decepticons fear him, you get used to unusual jobs. Things like working with organic spies for various reasons and even, sometimes, kidnapping organic spies and holding them prisoner inside of you for various reasons.

"To answer your question: Yes I can feel it to a degree, but it's not as weird as you clearly think it is. Just don't be sick inside of me or spill drinks. Or eat anything that leaves crumbs, because you'll be the one cleaning that up, and I have high standards of hygiene."

"Shit if I were a car that looked as good as you, I'd be having high standards about hygiene too." Satisfied enough to stop poking and prodding, Alex leans back into the seat again, tucking her hands behind her head.

"So you're a master Escapologist huh? You do mostly solo work, or did you run with a crew back where you're from?"

If you're trying to get Getaway to like you, then complimenting him is definitely the right way to go. Getaway preens, delighted that she is able to recognize quality when she sees it.

"First thing I need to tell you is that my species has been at war with itself for four million years. I was... made... halfway through it, and so have spent my entire life doing what I've been doing. My boss is the smartest and most coldly logical person you will ever meet, and I've always admired him for it. I guess you can say he was a bit of an inspiration for me.

I used to have a partner I did my missions with, but a differences in opinion set us on different paths."

"You're two million years old?" It shouldn't be surprising really, if he's a robot then any malfunctioning parts can be replaced or upgraded, unlike their inferior organic counterparts. Still, for a human who'd probably be lucky to still be breathing by fifty, it was an impressive number.

"Yeah my crew has changed a bit over the years too. Some died, some...found different paths." Usually paths that involved a .45 retirement package, but people didn't usually respond well to that kind of info.

"People come and people go. That's just how things are." He says, and he then pulls into an empty parking lot.

"The place we're going to is just around the corner. You'll need to get out so I can show you my other form."

"Oh shit I wouldn't miss this if someone was paying me to." Alex hops out as the door opens, backing up a bit to get the full picture while grinning ea-to-ear like a teenaged boy seeing his first naked girl.

But then, what wasn't to get excited about giant, transforming robots?

The sports car sits there for a second before it seems to disassemble with a strange, but distinctive sound. The disassembled pieces come gracefully together to form a being that looks like an actual person, and Getaway stands up and opens his arms in a "ta-da!" motion. The Cybertronian Autobot stands a good 25 feet off the ground and he doesn't seem to have a face at all. Two light blue eyes watch the small human with open amusement.

"I present to you: My real form." He says and gives her an elegant bow.

To her credit, Alex manages to both not explode in a fountain of gushing amazement, or stand stunned with her mouth open for several minutes. Instead her face lights up like she'd just met Santa Claus in the flesh and she circles Getaway in amazement.

"Damn son, but you are fiiiiiine." She whistles low, "This might be the coolest fucking thing I've ever seen. Ever."

Getaway, of course, is preening. He enjoys her admiration and strongly feels as though he deserves it. He is a good-looking mech, of course, and he delights in other people realizing this too. He examines his fingers in a show of vanity.

"You know? I think you and I are going to get along really well. So. How about we head to dinner, yes?"

His form shimmers for a second before he melts down into the shape of a well-dressed human woman. He gestures in the direction of the restaurant.

'Shall we?"

Alex whistles again as he shifts shape into something human, eyebrows raising. "Damn. And you make a good looking woman. Is there anything you don't do?"

Alright she was laying it on a little thick, but he's a big shapeshifting robot! How cool is that? So saying though she offers an arm out to take his.

"Yeah dinner sounds good."

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