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| - "Girl Talk" is the first Christmas episode of the CBS One Day at a Time, aired in the show's fourth season.
- Though the number of guests in the establishment has picked up a bit since the last time anyone checked in on her, Rish is still in her accustomed place behind the bar, trying to find something to straighten. Martine enters the resturant, pausing for a brief moment to speak with one of the waitresses. She nods and pats the girl on the shoulder, then heads for the bar. "C'mon, you're off. Let's eat." Lydia says to Rish, with a little smile. "Your relief is on its way up." Arizhel blinks, and looks at the clock in vague confusion. "Huh, so I am. Well, heck, I'm out of here then," she says, grinning and making her way out from behind the counter. "What did you need to talk to me about, by the way?" "Friend stuff, not boss stuff...if I rate as one still, that is. Do I?" She asks hopefully, with a small smile. "The other night made me realise how very distant I've been, and I need at least one friend I can talk to." Arizhel chuckles softly, and smiles wryly. "Of course you do, Lydia. That's a silly question," she says, tilting her head to the side. "So, what, are we eating here, or out in town? If you wanted to head out, I should change, no?" "I'd have to change, too. It's up to you, though. You wanna sneak out to a bar? Get some real bar food, have a couple beers." Lydia smiles lopsidedly. "Sounds great," Rish says, nodding. "Sure. Why don't we both get changed, and we'll meet on the landing pad?" "You got it." Lydia promises, turning to head back down to the crew quarters. Arizhel makes a beeline for her cabin, shutting herself in, and emerging after a couple of minutes, definitely dressed down. She looks around the crew quarters, picking idly at her hair. Martine exits a bit later, neatly dressed as ever, though (gasp) in a tanktop and not a long-sleeved shirt. The lack of sleeve shows quite clearly the tattoo starting at her shoulder and down her upper arm, a strange knotted, looping design. Arizhel tilts her head to the side, eyeing the tattoo on Lydia's arm. "Hrm. Do I remember you having that? I'm not sure." She quirks an eyebrow, and taps at her chin absently with one purple-lacquered nail. "I've had it for about a half a year, I think." Lydia admits with a grin, shrugging one shoulder. "Don't ask why, cause I won't tell you. Besides, you can't be the only one with a tattoo around here." Arizhel chuckles softly. "No, no, of course not. I know you're as bad as the rest of us girls are. Did I ever show you the one I got on Quaquan, though?" "No, and if it's on your rear end, I'll pass." Lydia says with a laugh, leaning down to fix her shoe buckle. "You ready to go get food?" "Sure, sure," Rish says, grinning. "And it's on my back, but I think I'd have to take off my shirt to show you. I'll save it for next time I'm in a swimsuit or something." "Oh, let me grab my money and my PDA." Lydia says, snapping her fingers. She ducks back into her room for a moment. Arizhel laughs aloud, shaking her head. "Yeah, it'd help if you had money. Cmon, hurry up, woman!" Martine shakes her head and follows with a grin, tucking her wallet in one pocket, PDA in the other. "All right, I'm ready. Let's hit the town, shall we?" Arizhel walks into the bar, hands tucked into her pockets. "Hmmm, this is still a nice place," she says, smiling faintly. "So, where did you want to sit?" "Bar?" Lydia suggests with a grin. "We can watch the kitchen from there." She heads over in that direction, finding a couple stools next to eachother. Arizhel nods and takes a seat next to Lydia, chuckling. "So, I think, after the other night, I'm going to stick with some lighter fare at the bar today, hm?" She waves a hand, trying to catch the bartender's attention. "I went light, I just drank about three bottles of champagne." Lydia says with a small grimace. "I'll have a beer tonight, something nice and dark. I wonder if they have Gunwhale ale here." Arizhel chuckles softly. "Well, I -was- sticking to the champagne, till that cowboy started buying me Helixes," she says, shaking her head. "Then I had a Long Island, and that was lights out for me. Good thing Karlan rescued me, or I woulda fallen into that guy's lap, I think." The bartender arrives, looking at the two women expectantly. "What can I get you ladies this evening?" "Do you carry Gunwale ale? If you don't, whatever ale you have on tap. And two menus." Lydia says, then nods in Rish's direction. "Well, our next one is going to be a gambling night. I'll need you to work half of that, it really hasn't been fair to Jens lately." The bartender nods, and looks over at Arizhel. "I'll have the same," she replies, then shifts her eyes to Lydia. "Yeah, tell me about it. I was surprised that I got to go to this one in costume. I'll work the whole night if you like. Jens deserves to have a little fun too, hm?" Rish chuckles, a wry smirk on her face. "Besides, I'm not -that- good a gambler." "Mmh...so, remember that talk I told you I was going to have yesterday? It didn't really go the way I planned." Lydia says with a small grimace, glancing down at her hands in her lap. "It never does," Rish replies, grinning mischeviously. "He seems like a nice guy. I... ah, dunno about the rest of it, but his actions speak well for him, hm?" "I really like him. A lot. And that surprised me. I guess you could say we're 'together', though I don't really know how together we can really be." Lydia gives a little sigh, then takes one of the menus as they're delivered with the beers. Arizhel chuckles softly, nodding. "I think he's good for you. It was good to see you have fun the other night, in any case." She moves a strand of silvery hair out of her face with an irritated puff of air, and shakes her head, muttering. "Shortest Timonae ever..." Lydia's PDA beeps quietly, and she flushes and quickly retrieves it, setting down her menu and flipping it open. "It's from him, sorry." She says apologetically, quickly scanning the message. "We've been chatting back and forth a bit. Makes it easier." Arizhel giggles, covering her mouth with one hand. "Tell me about it. Sometimes the only time I get to talk to Karlan is via voice messages, when we're not on shore leave, that is," she says, grinning. "He seems really nice, though. I can't tell you enough how glad I am to see you so happy." At this point, the bartender returns, setting a Gunwale Ale in front of each of the two women. "Happy...but stupid." Lydia says, reaching for her beer and taking a long sip. "I shouldn't be doing this, it's idiotic. What if he can't clear his name, huh? What then?" She shakes her head and sighs, going back to her menu. "I'm an idiot." Arizhel snorts softly, and takes a sip of her own beer. "It's not stupid, and it's not selfish. Love will not be denied!" She giggles madly, attempting to stifle the fit with her free hand. "Sorry. I've just been so damn happy lately, it's good to see someone else sharing in the giddiness, no?" "We're so much alike, Rish. It's really nice. Miles and I could never agree on anything, and Lar and I never really talked all that much." She shrugs, then sighs. "I think I'm going to get the grilled steak and shrimp." Arizhel taps her fingernails absently on the bar. "That sounds good, actually. I'm just going to copy you, so I don't have to think about it." She chuckles, eyeing Lydia over her ale. "Look at us, Lydia. You with a Lunite, me with a Timonae... God, my mom is going to kill me someday for this." "We're working on the trust. That's the hardest thing. He was...tortured at one point by the Fleet. The Martians. My people. It's a difficult thing for us to overcome, but we're working on it." She waves a waitress over and places their order, the kitchen catching her eye for a moment. "This is all in confidence, of course." "Of course," Rish says, tilting her head to the side. "Hey, I know things have been a little weird with the whole boss/employee relationship not jiving with the friend/friend relationship, but I'd like to think we're still friends, after all this time." She shrugs vaguely, and takes another swallow of beer. "Heh. I feel like screaming every time Karlan talks about going home, I just don't let on. I don't think he even knows it bothers me." "Then maybe you should tell him." Lydia says a bit absently. "You can't have a relationship without honesty and trust, Rish. I'm trying to be open with Jeff, even though it's hard for me." She shrugs a shoulder, and takes a long swig of her beer. "Ah well." Arizhel nods slowly. "I guess you're right there. I don't even know what bothers me about it, really. Maybe the fact that the ship is 'home' for me. I'm trying on the trust thing, but everything I've heard about Timonae tells me that he's gonna up and leave just as soon as I'm getting comfortable." She shakes her head, and shrugs. "I guess, in a way, I'm trying not to get comfortable, then. Preemptive strike." "Look at it this way. Long term relationship for him and you probably means two different things. He's going to live two to three times longer than you. Twenty years is nothing to him." Lydia grins, then winks. "I wouldn't want to be with -anyone- for a hundred and fifty years." Arizhel laughs lightly. "In twenty years, my boobs will be sagging and my face will be wrinkled anyway. I'll be a hag," she says, grinning. "Then, I can retire and terrorize the young men at the local bar with lewd comments and ass-grabbing." "Or find some nice retired serviceman and make his life a living hell." Lydia says with a grin, looking up as the food is delivered, steaming hot. "Mmh, this looks great. Don't get me wrong, I love the cooking on the ship, but sometimes you want solid, simple stuff." Arizhel nods, and picks up a shrimp, nibbling at it delicately. "Hmm, I dunno, military types are so... stolid. Stuffy. Boring." She shrugs, chuckling lightly. "If it weren't for the species difference, I'd think things were perfect. But, anyway, we came out here to talk about you and yours, and here I am prattling on about myself, hm?" "It's okay. It's nice to know what's been going on with you." Lydia says reassuringly, cutting a piece of stake and taking a good, healthy bite of it. "I just...haven't felt this way in a long time, and I'm a bit confused. A bit frightened, too. This isn't just two people. It's...him, and it's me. We're not just two kids that met on the street." "I think I know what you mean," Rish replies, cutting her steak up into little bite-sized pieces. "Mmh, it must be fate. If you believe in that kind of thing." She gestures vaguely with her fork, chucking faintly, before spearing a couple of the tiny cubes of steak and chewing on them thoughtfully. "This could ruin my business, Rish. If things got out. It could ruin everything. I'm an idiot, this is dangerous..." She trails off, then sighs and stabs a shrimp on her fork. Arizhel shakes her head. "If worst comes to worst, and someone finds out, deny all knowledge of it," she says, shrugging before she cryptically amends, "Not him, but it." She picks another couple of steak-cubes up on the fork. "Besides. This doesn't happen often. This sort of connection. I can't just throw it away." Lydia sighs slightly, then shakes her head and smiles, taking another big bite of steak. "I'd be stupid to pass it up, and stupid for taking it." "Damned if you do..." Rish starts, trailing off before she speaks the second half of the old cliche. "Yeah. I'm catching hell from my mother for what I'm doing. She had a friend on the first cruise that told her every time she saw me together with Karlan. Heh, she doesn't even want me to visit now." "You know what I think of your mother." Lydia says dismissively, waving a hand. She nips the shrimp off of her fork, and chews before continuing. "She's a nasty, mean old woman who gets her kicks from running other people's lives. And that's what my Mama said, so you can't get mad at me. Speaking of, mother says you'd better be eating enough, otherwise she'll come here herself and feed you. I think she likes you better than me." Arizhel snorts softly, shaking her head. "I've already put on a few," she laments, poking at her stomach. "That K'raktic can cook, I have to admit. I've had to make with the working out, to keep my girlish figure." She chuckles then, nodding. "She's pretty spiteful, yeah, but at least she used to want me to visit. I think I should take Karlan to Sivad just to give her a coronary." Rish looks down at her own fork, apparently just now remembering the little cubes of steak, and nibbling absently at one of them. Long comes in from the outside, seeming at least slightly exhausted as he makes his way for a table. "You eat like a bird." Lydia says in amusement, then laughs. "Of course, I shocked Jeff one day with my ordering habits. I like things being exactly the way I want them. What's wrong with that?" She pauses, stirring her fork through her food. She and Rish are seated at the bar. "Mother sent me a mail today, she and father are thinking about coming on the next cruise. If that's true, I'd feel bad for K'raktic. I can see her up in his kitchen, bringing him down to size." "He needs someone to take him down a peg or two," Rish muses. After a moment of nibbling at the steak cubes, she simply pops them into her mouth, chewing before she continues. "And your mom's just the woman to do it, hm?" She chuckles, and spears a shrimp on the fork, and moments later, it follows the little bits of steak. Long chooses a table near the bar, his body visibly relaxing as he takes a seat. He looks up towards a clock, and doesn't look too happy with the result. When a server comes by he orders a coffee, even at this hour. "More than likely. Most likely, they'd get along and gang up on everyone else, my mother cursing in Spanish. She says she doesn't swear, but we all know the truth." Lydia shakes her head, and laughs. "I'm glad I didn't get her height. I told her if she loses another couple inches as she ages, she'll be legally handicapped." Arizhel laughs, then reaches for her beer. "Man, your mother is something else. I need to brush up on my Spanish, though. I never use it. Maybe I should, if only to confuse Karlan, since he insists on speaking Timonese sometimes." She takes a healthy swig from the mug, then munches thoughtfully on more tiny cubes of steak. "I never picked it up, myself." Lydia admits. Most of her meal is gone by now, and she focuses on her beer. "Not more than a smattering, anyway. My father, you know how he is about dead languages. He keeps wanting to go to Waldheim, but mother won't hear of it." Long continues to wait, the Sivadian man looking at the triangularly folded stand up on the table advertising breakfast specials. Overall his expression falls in the category that could be referred to as 'blank.' "Waldheim? Ay," Rish says, chuckling and shaking her head. "Well, there's worse places, I'm sure. Nalhom. Ungstir." She shrugs pragmatically, and picks up a shrimp with her fingers, nibbling at it. "He's already studied Ungstir. If he wanted to be a linguist, he should have done so. But it's his hobby, so I guess we can't complain too much. Though...ugh...with his conspiracy theories...if he actually finds out about Jeff and I, can you imagine? I'll never get him to leave the poor man alone!" She sighs slightly, staring into her beer glass. Arizhel chuckles dryly, nodding. "So just make sure he doesn't find out, no? Though, I'm sure he's got some line on that particular type of information, being so hot on the theories and all. Hmmm..." She trails off, sipping again at her beer. Long hears the mention of conspiracy theories, and seems to have some recognition of Martine. "You two need a theorist?" he asks, somewhat casually as his coffee finally arrives. "I know a professional about it." "I think he just thinks he is, honestly." Lydia says dryly, then grins. "He's not as well connected as he supposes." The Martian woman sighs, finishing up her food and leaning back slightly. She starts in surprise at the new voice. "Oh! Mr. Long, no, we were just discussing my father's...interesting hobbies. Good to see you again." "Only if you specialize in far-fetched conspiracy theories," Rish replies, with a mischievous grin. "Though, we get quite enough of those from her father, now that I think about it." She chuckles, and looks back over at Lydia. "I'm just glad -my- parents haven't decided to take the cruise. I think I'd shrivel up and die of embarrassment." "Yes, good to see you as well." Andrew says as he begins to put cream into his coffee. "Theorists like that are all at least somewhat... eccentric. This one spends most of her time figuring out what the Sivadians are up to, worked for them a while back or something." "My father's a history professor. He's a bit eccentric, but mostly just too enthusiastic for his own good." Lydia says with good humour, finishing up her beer. "He likes to think he's got his finger on the pulse." Arizhel chuckles, and spears another shrimp, studying it contemplatively. "Depending on who you ask, Sivad is either the devil, or the savior of the galaxy. Sometimes both, in the same sentence," she observes, then nips the shrimp delicately off of the fork. "Sivadian mind reading is a form of entertainment." Long begins, then he begins to show a smirk, as if beginning a dry punchline, "Especially when the Legion uses their Vollistan interrogators." "I'm sorry, I really should get back to the ship." Lydia says abruptly, but apologetically. "I've got a lot of work waiting for me." She pulls out her wallet, and digs out the money for her meal. Arizhel giggles, one eyebrow quirked upward. "Tell me about it. My mother lives on Sivad. She's not Sivadian, but she's learned nonetheless." Rish looks down at the remnants of her dinner, and tucks a strand of silvery hair back behind her ear. "Hrm. I should probably get back soon myself. When I'm done with my beer, that is." Good day, then." Long replies. Then he looks over at Arizhel, considering a moment, "Terran?" he finally asks. Arizhel nods to the captain as she leaves. "See you back on the ship, Lydia." She quirks a brow then, and shifts her gaze to Long. "Yeah, how'd you guess? Oh, uh, about the hair. It was kind of an accident," she says, blushing faintly. "Too tall to be Ungstir, too dark to be a Lunite, and you don't occur to me to be a Qua. Terran is all that's left." Andrew answers. Then he smiles slightly, "I know a few others like that, parents are human, but lived on Sivad." Arizhel nods, and sips at her beer. "Mine moved there so they could get me an education. That's what they told me, anyway." She shrugs vaguely, and tilts her head to the side. "Hm. I don't think I've seen you around before. I must confess I don't get off of the ship a whole lot, though, and I haven't been to La Terre in a couple of years." "I've been on Sivad until a couple months ago." Andrew answers, taking another drink of his coffee. "Andrew Long..." then he smiles slightly, "I'm completely irrelevant to anything that happens here." "On a cosmic scale, we're all irrelevant," Rish replies, smiling sweetly. "It doesn't make us any less interesting, though." She brushes a wayward lock of hair out of her face, then continues. "Arizhel Velasquez. There's more to it, but we'd be here all day, hm?" "True, and life stories tend to be quite dry, for the most part." Andrew comments, punctuating this with another drink of the coffee. "Saying you're someone that wanders around acquiring memories sounds too dramatic and soap opera-esque, anyway." Arizhel chuckles and nods. "That it is. I tend to say that I wander, and just leave it at that. Acquiring memories is sort of a given, in any case." She shrugs slightly, and takes another swig of beer. "Are you with the Masquerade as well, then?" Andrew asks next. "I've only ever been aboard one time, so I likely didn't see you." "I tend bar on board," Rish replies, nodding in agreement. "I've actually known Lydia for years, and I was ecstatic when she offered me the job. Hm... and no, I don't recall ever seeing you. You either didn't go to the bar, or you were there when it was someone else's shift." "It must have been another shift." Andrew says. "At the time I was interested in seeing what had ruffled the Sivadians' feathers. It is a nice ship, I must admit." Arizhel grins mischievously and nods. "It's home, it's a living. I can definitely think of worse places to live and work." She pauses to toss back the last remaining swallow of her beer, setting the mug down on the counter and paying for her meal. She stands up from the stool, and nods to the Sivadian, offering a bright smile. "It was good to meet you, Mr. Long. I should get back to the ship, though. Hopefully, we'll see you on board again soon." "Very well, good day to you as well." Andrew agrees.
- Girl Talk is episode seven of season two of Fuller House.
- Gregg Michael Gillis (born October 26, 1981), aka Girl Talk, is an American mashup and Digital sampling arist . Gillis has released five LPs on the record label Illega Art andEPs on 333 and 12 Apostles. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Girl_Talk_%28musician%29&action=edit§ion=5">http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Girl_Talk_%28musician%29&action=edit§ion=5</a> edit Discography
* Secret DiaryCD (2002, Illegal Art)
* Unstoppable CD (2004, Illegal Art)
* Night Ripper CD (2006, Illegal Art)
* Feed the Animals CD (2008, Illegal Art)
* All Day (2010, Illegal Art)
* Stop Cleveland Hate 12" (2004, 12 apostles)
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- Girl Talk was the fourth episode of Season 6 of Roseanne, also the 151st overall series episode. It was written by Miriam Trogdon, and was directed by Gail Mancuso. It originally aired on ABC-TV on October 12, 1994.
- Slipstream is seated upon her berth in the barracks room, her back and wings lean against the wall while her legs stretch out before her. She is looking at her data pad, slowly scrolling through whatever it is she is reading. The sound of jets echoed through the barracks as Firestorm touched down from the wind shaft, the flames sputtering out to let her land gracefully before the femme made her way down the hall and to her bunk situated close to Slipstream's, as they were both seekers. An obvious look of worry was planted upon her face as she sat upon her bunk, fingers steepled in front of her face while elbows rested on knees. Slipstream looks up from her data pad, then gazes toward that expression and the way you are holding your frame. "Want to talk about it Firestorm?" she asks, pressing the save button on her data pad then powering it down. Firestorm took a moment to acknowledge the other femme's question, her crimson eyes snapping back from their dull state as she turned to her, "Hm? Ah... Well, I guess. Though it's kind of embarrassing..." Voice trailed off as she poked her head out from her bunk, looking warily up and down the hall to make sure no one was eavesdropping. Slipstream cocks her head a bit, then hmms, "Embarrassing huh? Well now you got to tell me." she smiles. "After all not like there's another femme seeker here to talk to at the moment." she points out. "So, let's hear it." "Well..." Firestorm rubbed at her chin some, contemplating whether to discuss it or not, but Slip seemed pretty trustworthy for time they'd known each other. "I've been spending more time in the secure files, yah know like Cybertronian documents on sparklings and stuff. Well, I dug down deep enough to suspect that my parents... aren't really my own." She'd rub the back of her head, feeling weird just to say it. Like she was lying. Slipstream swings her legs around so she can set her feet on the floor. She hmms thoughtfully, "Hmm didn't know the Con mainframe had that sort of access. Good to know though." she remarks, then a short pause before she continues, "Don't you mean your creators?" Firestorm raised a brow at Slip, "Creators?" Was that another name for them? "I suppose. But I mean, like they're not my own. Which makes sense since I look nothing like them. Though the real problem is finding out who the real ones are. Guess they didn't want me and set me up with another couple." Firestorm shrugged, though her expression was saddened at the thought. Slipstream peers very hard at you for a long, quiet moment. "I'm starting to get this idea you were taught very differently from myself in regards to where Cybertronians come from Firestorm." she states softly, "Very different indeed." Firestorm leaned back at Slipstream's stare, rubbing the back of her neck as wings twitched a bit, "I... wouldn't doubt it. But you mean that you weren't assigned guardians or anything?" Bots always told different versions of their coming into being, so it wasn't a surprise that their views were different. Slipstream shakes her head to Firestorm, "I was built by a select few who specialized in seeker chassis as well as other things that pertain to making a Cybertronian. When my body was done, they just turned me on.. I think." she pauses, "There might be something involving the spark that gives us our actual life.. the connection to the creator of the original Cybertronians.. that is if you believe in the religious texts..." "That's... odd. I remember being small." Firestorm placed her hands a certain distance away to show a certain height, which would be like a small protoform. "Maybe there're different ways. I dunno, but I do know that I never just... woke up, as you say." Slipstream hmms, "Interesting. Graduated development." she rubs at her chin, "I was never small. I was built this size." she explains. "Heh, yeah. I had to go through a lot of armor updates...Awkward." Firestorm chuckled softly as she leaned forward with elbows on knees again. "But back to my original point. What would you do if say your creators made you, but passed you off to someone else without telling you about them?" Slipstream nods a bit to your comment then ponders your question carefully, then she states, "It would bother me a little, but I would have to think they did so for my betterment. For example, my creators sent me to flight academy then from there I went into the regular academy. Both were for my benefit." Firestorm listened to her words carefully, gazing at the floor as fingers tapped upon each other, trying to process everything. "I.. I guess. We were pretty well off, and I was taught well enough." She'd sigh in exasperation, flopping onto her back on her bunk, optics fixing in a hard stare at the bunk above her, "It's just annoying. I've looked everywhere, but I guess the database doesn't hold information that far back in a bot's life. I might have to resort to actually... talking to my guardians." She shuddered heavily at the thought. Slipstream hmms softly, tapping the fingers of her right hand against her knee. "Perhaps you are looking in the wrong database." she suggests, "Could try your luck over at the library in Crystal City, but you'd have to be in disguise and not show your allegiance to the Cons since they won't let you in there." she pauses, "Or I suppose you could as Goa to hack his way into the library through the Con mainframe." Firestorm thumbed the side of her faceplate in thought, "Hrmm... That's actually not a bad idea. He seems to actually be pretty good at that." Eyes then shifted to Slipstream as a sneaky grin began working its way across her face, "So what's your take on the grounder, anyway?" Slipstream smiles at the vote of confidence from Firestorm, then her optics seem to blink at the question. "My take on Goa was at first one of annoyance. He couldn't stop himself from being an utter nuisance and just aggravating me. But now that we have come to an understanding I have gained respect for him." Firestorm may have been rough around the edges, but she was still a femme. With a smirk she'd tease Slip, sticking silicon tongue between her lips, "Oooh, so that's what they're calling it these cycles, huh?" Slipstream cocks her head a bit at Firestorm, then with a straight face, "Oh so he's mentioned to you that I kissed him?" she inquires. Firestorm seriously had not been expecting Slip's answer, the femme's jaw hanging wide open at this point. "Uhh... No." She had to bite down upon her lips to keep from laughing, the poor femmebot snickering heavily. Slipstream hmms softly, "Then what in pits name were you referring to Firestorm?" a little flex of her wings and the looks she gives you is pure irritation. Firestorm managed to stifle her laughter, trying not to upset her fellow seeker. "Nothing nothing. I just never knew you two actually had a thing, well, until you just said it." She grinned, moving over to invade Slip's bunk as she sat next to her, acting quite girly which was very unlike her. But it wasn't too much of a surprise since Firestorm really never had to chance to act like a femme and hang around others. Slipstream frowns a hint at the laughter you are obviously trying to contain. "I really fail to see what is so amusing. So I kissed him, so what. It cross your cerebral unit for just a second that I may have feelings for him that I figured out eventually and that kiss was just an expression of it?" Firestorm blinked, seeing that Slip obvious didn't get her teasing. Maybe not the best femme to act silly around. "What? No, I didn't mean it like that. I was only teasing." She'd put her hands open in front of her, motioning for Slip to chill out. Slipstream hmms softly, "Good." she states, face softening just a little. "Maybe I should hook you up with Skystalker." she teases, a playful smile creeping up slowly. Firestorm had noted her smile, but still rolled crimson eyes, putting a hand to her head as her forehead was rubbed. "Ugh.. I'd likely crush him, and then we'd all blow up. I mean, really? Why does he even have that nuke? You'd think Megatron would keep it instead." Slipstream nods to that response, "Well maybe Starscream then. I tried the wing stroke once and he totally ignored it. Maybe just not pretty enough for him." she shrugs a little, "As for the nuke, I wonder about that too." "Pass. He'd likely be more enamored with his own reflection than me. Plus, I'm not exactly what you'd call 'slimline'." Firestorm looked down at herself, her armor much more bulky than other femmes, more resembling a mech. Slipstream hmms softly, then states, "Nothing wrong with your design." she remarks. Then she rubs at the back of her own neck, "So what's your relationship with Goa anyway? Seem rather friendly considering you let you ride on your jet form." Firestorm blinked, tilting her head a bit though a smirk lit her face, "Us? Well, nothing like with you two, trust me. Just friends, I suppose. I guess you could say I feel a little protective of him is all." Slipstream inclines her head, "All right, I feel the same way about him now. Just don't tell him. Mechs seem to get offended when femmes try to protect them." Firestorm chuckled softly, "Don't worry, I won't." She whirred in a sigh, cradling chin in hands as she hunched forward. "It's interesting though how there aren't many femmes on Cybertron. But I'm not surprised with the choices." She'd smirk playfully. Slipstream chuckles a little to that observation, "Mmm, I suppose so. But sometimes you just find the right fit and you just know." she states, "Other times you just don't expect the fit and it’s revealed to you. Just have to be patient." Firestorm shrugged, "Maybe, but you're right. Guess I just have to wait and see. And who knows, there's so many Decepticons in the base, I doubt I've seen all the mechs." Slipstream nods to that, "That's what I wanted to hear." she remarks, "So you aren't going to tell him you know are you?" Goa clatters down from the wind shaft, lazily rolling through the barracks on his heels. He smirks at the pair as he passes by, stopping to get something from his bunk. "Tell who what?" Firestorm was about to answer, that is until Goa strolled in. She immediately caught herself, "Uhhmm... Tell... someone that the cooler is low? Yes, the energon cooler is low." She pretty much had to pull that out of thin air, hoping he'd buy it. +Roll: Goa rolls against his Intelligence Stat and fails by 4! The total roll was 15. +Roll: Goa rolls against his Intelligence Stat and fails by 1! The total roll was 12. Slipstream stiffens a bit as Goa picks that exact moment to come in, then relaxes at Firestorms' quick response. "Yes, the energon cooler is low." she agrees with a smile. Goa gives them both a long, blank look, then turns back to shuffling through his possessions without a word. "I guess I'm the energon trader, right? I'll see what I can do," he says. Quietly snorting to himself, he adds, "Maybe bother Rogue." He nabs a data chip, storing it in his subspace for some future purpose. Firestorm sighed softly in relief as he bought it, though she quickly perked up in realization, "Oh! That reminds me, I wanted to tell you. I think I figured out that I actually AM adopted. I was just telling Slip about it." Slipstream nods to that, "I suggested she ask you to hack into the Crystal City library from here, maybe there'll be something there about that." Goa locks up his things and turns aside, leaning on the bunk with one arm and setting the other on his hip -- smirking again. "Oh, but Slipstream, you saw how much difficulty I had with the medical academy... I'm just not sure I could." He briefly nods to Firestorm. "Just hail me on comms whenever. I'll give it a shot. Firestorm smiled thankfully, rubbing her helmet, "Great, thanks. Saves me a trip to my folks. That'd be the cycle..." She rolled her eyes, then looked back to Goa, "So what've you been up to?" Slipstream smiles sweetly as she possibly can at Goa, "But Gooey I have every confidence in you being able to do so. Besides, wouldn't you just enjoy knowing you got into Crystal City's computer databases, hmm?" Goa stands back upright, tall as he can. "Maybe I already have, Slippy," he says, thumbing his beard and staring the seeker in the optics. "Not a whole lot. Was just getting some back data in case I found myself in Cubicron again." Slipstream nods to that response, "Well good then." she states, then glances at Firestorm, "Do you think we'll be going back to Cubicron then Goa? I was basically out of it with the whole .. ahem.. issue I was having and all." Firestorm nodded, flexing her wings a little in thought, "Mnm... It just bothers me. I want to face the real ones and ask why they gave me away, not that it was a bad thing though. It's just good to know." Goa shakes his head, making a distancing push-back gesture. "Only if you insist; I'll be going back down on my own time. I know slagging well better than to hold a debt to Bigshot too long." He smiles. Seems he's recalling an amusing memory, not a harmful one... But he looks a bit more apprehensive as he turns his attention to Firestorm again. "You're absolutely sure you want to know that?" Firestorm raised a brow at Goa, optics narrowed a little while scrutinizing him. "Yeah, why? You think I shouldn't?" Slipstream nods her head, "I really rather not go back after that whole incident." she states, then looks toward Firestorm, "Some things are better left unknown." "It's your lineage. Just remember what I said about the task at hand." Goa turns back to the wind shaft, peeking over the wall of wings in his way. "You going to let me leave?" he chuckles. Slipstream hmms, "I don't know Goa, I might." she murmurs with a smile. "But you have to know the right word." "Yeah, I know, trust me. Maybe we'll find some clues on the way, who knows." Firestorm shrugged, though gave the two of them a look as Goa tried to get past Slip and herself. Goa beams. "Does it start with 'an'?" He settles and leans his back on the wall again, one heel crossed over the other. "I hope so. I'd hate dragging you two down to Cubicron for nothing... I'm going to keep at it." Slipstream smirks, "No it doesn't start with 'an', nice guess though." she crosses her arms over her canopy. "Not trying too hard to get away, Gooey." she notes. Firestorm snorted softly with a smile, "Heh, you dragging us? Little hard to believe." "Maybe not us. You were offline, but I had to drag her halfway across town for repairs." Goa points an accusing finger at Slipstream. "Should I be? You going to giggle at me to death?" Slipstream uncrosses her arms, "Gooey, if you wanted a thank you then I thank you for taking care of me when I needed help." Goa holds up his hands. "Don't want anything. Just providing running commentary. You're welcome, though, it's not like it was any worse than the time I towed you back to Polyhex." He stares away innocently. "You seem to drag everyone around actually. How you got me through the wind shafts and into repair is still beyond me..." Firestorm rubbed her chin in thought. Slipstream steps away from Firestorm as he says that, "As I recall Gooey, my wings were a bit torqued. I didn't hear you complaining. So what's the deal." Goa just chortles and wiggles his fingers at the retreating Slip. "I found the word, huh?" Slipstream snatches Goa by his beard with her right hand, "Good enough." she snorts, giving said beard a pull then releases it, turning toward the door, "I've guard duty." she announces, giving Firestorm this look before she heads out. Nitrogear arrives into the Barracks complex, returning from his latest patrols and guard duty. It appears he's had a full cycle and is ready for a rest. He sees his fellow cons and greets them, "Greetings, Comrades." Firestorm blinked blankly at Slipstream's look as she departed, getting her meaning straight away, "Ah, seeya then." And just as the femme walked out a mech she'd never seen made his way in. "Er.. Greetings." She gave a mock salute to Nitrogear, though her brow was a bit raised from his strange accent. "Hgaughh--" Goa nearly trips forward, rubbing his chin as he observes Slipstream march out. "Huh... Something on her mind?" he continues, once she's stepped out. He peeks over Firestorm's shoulder as she turns to greet a new mech. Nitrogear looks at Firestorm, and notes that he has not met this femme either. Turning his optics to her, he introduces himself, "I am Nitrogear. You are..?" "Uhm, not sure?" Firestorm muttered to Goa as he hovered about her, though attention was brought back on the ruskie mech, "Firestorm. Nice to meet yah. Heh, there're so many 'cons in this place, I'm not surprised we haven't met." Starscream shows up at that moment, drawn in by the gathering Decepticons. "Greetings," he says, "Have you all done your patrols?" Goa keeps trying to get a visual over Firestorm's wing, then just drops to duck under it on his knees. He waves enthusiastically. "Hey. What brings you to--" He's interrupted by Starscream, who he cranes his head around to give a long look. "... of course?" Nitrogear says, "It is nice to meet you too, Comrade Firestorm. Yes, there are many of us Decepticons here and I am glad to know as many Comrades as I can.", Nitrogear responds, inquiring: "So what is it you do, Comrade? Are you a scientist like Comrade Starscream? A fighter like myself?"" Seeing Starscream enter the Barracks, he greets him as usual. "Greetings, Comrade Starscream. I have just returned from my patrols and guard duty, it has been a full cycle.", Nitrogear reports as Starscream asks. Firestorm was a little surprised as Goa crawled his way underneath her, shifting a wing up to give him a bit more room as she leaned to one side. But of course Starscream had to arrive, one optic narrowing a little though she still saluted him properly, "Yes, Commander. All patrol duties are finished and reports filed." With that over with, Firestorm would relax again, smirking to Nitrogear, "Fighter actually. Seeker rank, though I'm a bit more partial to melee than most seekers." With a wicked grin those hand blades extended to full length, the femme acting a little show-offish. Goa's optics bug out a little as one of those blades whistle out next to his shoulder tire. He stares at it for a click, then glances over to Nitrogear without moving his face. "What kind of fighter, do tell?" "Excellent," Starscream says, "Now, Trypticon needs an extensive overhaul, so I will be requiring assistance for that. Has anyone seen Shred?" Nitrogear replies with a grin as equal to hers. "Excellent. Perhaps you could help me in my training, Comrade. I am always seeking to become a better Fighter, to better serve the glorious Empire. In response to Starscream's question, Nitrogear responds "Negative, Comrade Starscream. But I am always willing to lend a hand. What is it you need done, Comrade?" Firestorm pulled the blades back in with 'shlik' noise as they reformed themselves back into her middle fingers. "Training? Well.. sure." She'd beam, though attention was pulled to Starscream, femme peeking over her wing at him, "Saw her a few cycles ago, but I'm not sure where she'd be now. Why? What'd you need?" Goa tries to see if he can transform and sneak by Starscream out of the barracks. He wasn't eager to answer questions about where he'd been the last couple cycles. "I need her to assist me in repairing Trypticon," Starscream says. He acknowledges the others as they tell him of their finished patrols and nods at Nitrogear. "Perhaps you can be of assistance, Nitrogear. I will need a lookout to make sure our repairs go on without interference." Nitrogear nods in acknowledgement of his instructions, adding "I have been performing guard duty on Trypticon's location in addition to my patrols without prior orders, Comrade. Would you have guard duty be my primary duty?"" Firestorm glanced down at Goa's vehicle mode, a smirk on her face as she raised a leg to place a heavy foot on his top to keep him from moving, "Oh no you don't. You're not ditchin' me that easily." +Roll: Goa rolls against his Strength Stat and SUCCEEDS PERFECTLY! +Roll: Firestorm rolls against her Agility Stat and succeeds by 1! The total roll was 12. Goa rumbles to a stop, then waits for Firestorm to shift her weight onto that leg. As soon as his hull creaks under the weight, he flicks one blade out from the side to trip the other foot and revs forward, stalling under the weight -- traction unaffected. "Ever heard of car judo?" "No need for us to fight amongst each other, Comrades. We have plenty of people to fight instead of each other", Nitrogear says, trying to stop the madness before it gets out of hand. Starscream nods at Nitrogear. "FOr the time being, yes," he says, "This project is of the utmost importance. You do realize this, yes?" Firestorm would have been happy if Nitro or anyone else was fast enough to catch her, the femme quick to dodge Goa's blade, though that didn't help as it put all her weight on him. "Agh!" She cried out as Goa lurched forward, making her rock with flailing arms and tumble backwards onto her aft unless anyone did anything. +Roll: Firestorm rolls against her Agility Stat and fails by 1! The total roll was 14. Nitrogear tries to catch Firestorm, but in his haste makes a bigger fool of himself by falling right on his ass, with a thud! +Roll: Goa rolls against his Strength Stat and succeeds by 13! The total roll was 2. +Roll: Goa rolls against his Agility Stat and succeeds by 6! The total roll was 8. Goa ... hadn't expected Firestorm to /not/ see that coming. He kicks into reverse and transforms, just as that weight is removed, again -- Making a shield of his back between the falling seeker and Nitrogear. "Uggh... Slaaag.." Firestorm groaned as she lay upon the floor in a mess of metal with Goa and Nitro, expression fixed in an annoyed grimace as optics glared in Goa's direction. She'd eventually manage herself back onto her feet, still huffing at Goa, "Why you..." Goa slowly gets that oh-slag look on his face as Firestorm collects herself and musters her glare. He skitters under a bunk like lightning, ruby eyes peering back out. Firestorm luckily began to smile a little as the anger started to fade from her features. She soon broke out into a chuckle, "Heh, guess I should train more on my car judo. You seem to be better with that jet judo of yours." Goa sticks his head out a little to look up and learn of the femme's expression, with a slightly confused frown. "... I'm flattered?" He sounds bewildered, though from what is unclear. "Did you want to go nab those files?" Firestorm flexed her wings a little while stretching out her arms, "Mnm... Next cycle? Think I need a bit of a recharge." The femme held a hand out to help him up from under the bunk. +Roll: Goa rolls against his Courage Stat and succeeds by 6! The total roll was 6. Goa stares at where the blade typically comes out of Firestorm's hand for a moment before accepting and hefting himself up. "Carry on. You know where to find me." With a wide grin, he's practically skipping out into the wind shaft.
- After the events of "A More Permanent Hell," Janette pays Natalie a visit.
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