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[makingtracks]

You've reached Autobot Tracks!
I'm out cruising right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you!

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audio; $cosmedic

[redcosmedic]

[ Knock Out injects as much joviality into his tone as the subterfuge of the message needs. ]

I may have found somewhere to spin our tires. Would you meet me here, and we can give it a try?

[makingtracks]

Of course! I'll be there as soon as I can.

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[daintylegs]

Hello Tracks! My name is Tailgate, nice to meet you.

How do you feel about blue and purple boats? Would you go on a blind date with one?

Asking for reasons.

[makingtracks]

[ Tracks kind of freezes up at seeing Tailgate of all mechs. He knew he was aboard, but had intended on avoiding him. But then the words properly register, and he's... Okay, a bit more confused than wary and whatever else he was going to feel. ]

I- Blue and purple boats? Well, I'll admit I don't know many boats, but a blind date...

[ Ah, well, what does he have to lose? ] You know what, why not? I'm all up for a blind date.

[daintylegs]

Amazing! I'll let him know.

You won't be too disappointing, he's pretty cool.

Anyway, you can meet him at Maccadams at this date and time that I am going to give you right now.

[And he does.]

Oh, right, his name is Riptide.

[makingtracks]

'Riptide'? That's a nice name.

Alright Tailgate, thank you. I'll see him then.

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[bestboyscout]

Good afternoon Tracks! I, um, think I need a bit of advice and I feel like you wouldn't tease me too much or try to pull my leg.

[makingtracks]

Oh, Deckerd! It's been a while since we last talked, how are you doing?

I promise I won't tease. Now, what do you need advice on?

[bestboyscout]

I'm doing well thank you.

[ If by well he means anxious and worrying about a whole lot more then he should about things. ]

Well you see this is going to sound crazy but I saw the posters for that Ball and I think it'd be fun to go to but I've never... I mean I've been to a party but that was in a Warehouse with maybe ten other people and it wasn't very fancy...

[ He sighs just get to the point Deckerd! ]

I'm just afraid of doing something to embarrass myself, could you help me?

[makingtracks]

Oh! Of course. That doesn't sound crazy at all! I'd be happy to help.

Don't worry, this will be my first fancy ball as well; I know the etiquette, roughly, but I'm also having Knock Out - I don't know if you've met him, but he's one of the medics, the one in that STUNNING shade of cherry red - help me get all painted into tip-top shape. He's far more experienced in this than I am. I'm sure I can give you some tips, though!

[grimgrams]

[ Grimlock isn't sure that he wants to give Tracks anything for Christmas. Still, he has cookies left over and Tracks is a fellow Autobot from his own world. Thus, Grimlock will give Tracks a bag of cookies. They're completely undecorated. A few are broken because this bag clearly hasn't been handled with care.]

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[spidersgeorg]

we got no errands to run for the other decepticons and we got nothin 2 do
entertainment where

[makingtracks]

If you think you can fit five spiders into a corvette without ripping the upholstery, I've just gotten a space-worthy upgrade, courtesy of Knock Out. Want to go for a flight?

[spidersgeorg]

doubt it but we'll come outside anyway

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[debonairsharpshooter]

do u ever think to urself i've woken up over 10,000 times and i'm still not used to it?

[makingtracks]

...Yes?

Sorry, I don't know who this is. Are you alright?

[makingtracks]

Well, it was worth a shot. If you don't want to just watch me try out my flying in space, we could always do something else!

[spidersgeorg]

just sayin! dont think u would appreciate us rippin upholstery

we'd like to see it, anyway
been a while since we space walked

[makingtracks]

Alright! I'll meet you at XXX airlock, then?

Video

[greenhorndestiny]

Hey. [ Smokescreen's on the line. Poor nervous rookie, he's scratching the side of his face carefully. ]

Sorry about the Ball, I got angry and sick. And you didn't deserve that aimed at you just cause you're buddy buddy with Knock Out.

Can we talk? If not I understand.

[makingtracks]

[ Tracks' own smile flashes in return, relief lightly colouring it. ]

Of course we can talk, Smokescreen. You're feeling better, then?

[greenhorndestiny]

Of course [ He hits his chest to show he's sturdy. ]

I don't know if the video is safest... and I don't know if I want to talk about why I got an edge about Knock Out yet...

So your call.

[makingtracks]

[ Oh, that bravado. He really does remind Tracks of Bumblebee, or perhaps Bluestreak. Bluestreak, without the tendency to ramble. ]

It's up to you, Smokescreen. I'd be willing to hear it, if you'd be willing to tell it.

[ He knows what war is like, and what Knock Out is like. He's not going to like this, is he? But then again...

(A memory of the twins, ripping wings off a downed Seeker.)

Maybe Tracks has learned worse. ]

CW: Invasive Medical Work?

[greenhorndestiny]

[ Smokescreen looks to the side and back into the camera. ]

He's a sadist. I get war brings the worst out of us. But, there's something dangerous behind his glamour.

I was captured and brought aboard the Warship. I was tied down. He looked eager to cut into me... but instead, he used my Phase Shifter and reached into my chest...

Because see...I'm a taxi for one of the Keys that would restore Cybertron...

He probably didn't think anything of it, just doing his job of retrieval. But I never felt so... Look... Just be careful. Maybe this truce will change us all for the better but.. Just watch your back.

[makingtracks]

[ Tracks suddenly wishes this conversation was happening face to face, not separated by screens and distance. Sadly, it's not even the worst thing Tracks has ever heard a Decepticon do, not even a Decepticon medic. The Constructicons as a whole spring to mind, and then Shockwave's spectre. But, in the end... It doesn't matter. All that does, is that it hurt this newbuilt. ]

...You never should have had to deal with that, Smokescreen. All of it. [ The 'taxi', the violation. On both ends of the war, it feels like. ]

Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. And I will be careful, I promise. Just...

[ He rolls the thought in his head a moment, testing its weight, and then... ] Do you know a mech named Sunstreaker?