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"---need an opportunity..." The speaker was interrupted as the door was opened, the intruder looking pleased.

"We just got it." Tall and lanky, the speaker didn't seem to have an actual altmode, but this didn't stand out among the group in the room. Only a handful possessed them, and they were all boat alts. "They asked for someone specifically like you." Everybody in the room looked at each other, and then to the one the newcomer had addressed, and a low, excited murmur started up.

Coming around the table to the door, the newcomer laid a mint-green hand against a pink, rounded shoulder.

"Will you be okay?" The question was sincere, but considering the opportunity they had just been given - and the details had already been transmitted - it was, ultimately, more a show of support than a chance for the subject of everyone's excited chatter to back out.

Not that that would happen.

Not now, not with this.

They needed this opportunity.

Date: 2012-01-15 02:06 am (UTC)
ichooseboth: (Whoa.)
From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
Thanks to Ironhide's easy-going nature, he had been spared from staying too focused on the uncomfortable situation. He had laughed freely when the large, battle-scarred mech had grudgingly allowed himself to be polished and waxed up so he wouldn't appear too out of place following the new Prime around, guarding his back.

The good natured grumbling throughout the entire spectacle had him appreciate his recently acquired mask more than ever ("A Prime needs to be able to speak freely and hide his inner opinions, and you, young Prime, wear your emotions far too plainly!") and he could tell it would come in handy throughout the night.

He hoped the good mood would stay with him, but it vanished distressingly quick at the servant's announcement.

He turned around, and dazedly realized he had another reason to be grateful for the mask, his jaw dropping under it as he registered the gorgeous, energon-pink femme standing before him.

"...gnn?"

Date: 2012-01-15 06:02 am (UTC)
ichooseboth: (Bwuh?)
From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
"-I..ah...Y-yes, thank you. It's a pleasure-" The sputtering only lasted a moment, but it was more than enough to make his systems heat up in embarrassment.

::So what were you saying about not wanting to go this thing or have an escort, Prahm?:: Ironhide chuckled over the private line, his amusement all over his facelates.

::...You are not helping.:: He growled back. Ironhide's laughing response also did not help, but Optimus finally straightened up like the Prime he was supposed to be, basic manner protocols coming back online sluggishly. He managed to tear his optics away from her frame long enough to dip his head in a short greeting, and when he came back up, his optics were glued to her faceplates instead.

The docks never had any femmes around, their frames too easily crushed by the massive shipping crates, and the library...no one ever came there. He'd hardly ever come across a femme in his life, and the few that he had looking nothing like this one.

"I...hope you enjoy the event. Might I know the name of my company for the -ah, evening?"

Consort, yes, but he was not about to actually DO anything.

Date: 2012-01-15 10:31 pm (UTC)
ichooseboth: (Closeup - stare)
From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
Armor and audials twitching at the sudden proximity, he at least managed to gently finish the motion without pinching her armor with his own, clasping her arm politely.

Propriety downloads had been one of the first things they'd shoved into his processor, after all.

"-I, yes, of course. Elita One. You ...may call me Optimus." Ironhide's sputter as he overheard the offer went unremarked upon - it wasn't a complete breech of etiquette, as his name was his own to offer, and a number of council members already used it without offering their own in turn - but to do so to a consort he had just met...

Optimus hardly cared, only glancing away at last as another servant entered, motioning them forward.

"They are ready for you now, my Prime."

Date: 2012-01-16 05:15 am (UTC)
ichooseboth: (processor ache)
From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
Optimus' face lit up at the smile, even if most of the expression was hidden under his mask; and if the quick glance was any indication, then Elita's shift for attention received the desired result. Then, reluctantly, he focused on business, leading them out onto the floor as the center of attention, Ironhide following just behind. He didn't show it, but given that Elita was attached to his arm, she could probably feel the growing tension in his frame as optics turned their way, not all of them awed or even benevolent. A number of them swarmed the Prime the moment it was polite to do so, and Optimus reluctantly braced himself.

Still, he managed the political minefield without floundering, going so far as to 'cheat', drawing on what peace and wisdom he could get from the Matrix itself. The humming briefly surged, before retreating just as quickly, leaving a marginally more relaxed Prime in it's wake.

"-No, I agree that the situation has a number of issues, and I'm sure we can reach an accord, once in a more official setting. Yes, thank you."

A polite nod, and the last of the initial swarm faded back into the crowd. Optimus vented a relieved sigh, cautiously glancing over at the femme he simply hadn't been able to talk with for the past cycle.

Date: 2012-01-17 05:02 am (UTC)
ichooseboth: (discussion intent)
From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
"Oh! Thank you. Did you have something for yourself?"

He accepted the cube gratefully, mask splitting soon enough to expose the end of his smile before he took a drink. Huffing out a pleased sound through his vents at the taste, he gave Elita a look.

"I hope you're not terribly bored. This isn't exactly the most...er, enjoyable of events." His smile was a bit sickly. He had been in office for less then a stellar cycle and he already hated politics.

Date: 2012-01-18 06:08 am (UTC)
ichooseboth: (HERP DERP)
From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
The idea of reprimanding her never even crossed his mind. Instead, he laughed into his cube, which was a good distraction from her sudden closeness.

"No, fortunately for you, that's just my job."

His amusement couldn't completely distract from her touch, though, and the air coming from his vents went up a few degrees in pleased embarrassment.

"Nn. Speaking of, we could possibly make it over to the mineral table without being swarmed for a short while."

The buffet table was laden with the few, various dishes Cybertronians had, in addition to a number of smaller sampler cubes of rare vintages. It was a baffling expense and display of wealth, and it still managed to stagger the young Prime.

It was one of the few things he looked forward to at these events - at least until he'd suddenly been saddled with a lovely femme on his arm, of course. He tilted his helm in the direction of the table, giving her a hopeful smile.

Date: 2012-01-19 01:06 am (UTC)
ichooseboth: (audial - I'm listening)
From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
"They will likely leave us for be for a few breems at least. It wouldn't be polite otherwise." He shrugged, the entire concept of Elite-Class etiquette still new enough to him that he felt no shame in displaying his bemusement. Her approval seemed to please him either way, and he lead them to the table without issue.

"...Well. It is a great honor, of course. A massive opportunity. But I didn't exactly expect it to be so..."

Controlling. Repressed. A false title. Nearly degrading, how little power he had to actually change things. He sighed.

"...Complex, I suppose. Oil cake?" Optimus offered her the small plate with a wry smile. Even if she was absolutely stunning, he didn't know her yet, not enough to ramble about all of his concerns.

Date: 2012-01-19 08:32 am (UTC)
ichooseboth: (Waiting pose - wfc mode)
From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
"Oh." He looks taken aback for a moment, be it because of the touch or the fact that she brought up the one thing hardly anyone else dared to - or more than likely, some combination of the two.

"It is... more a problem of laws and balances, really. Accessing it isn't...terribly difficult." Really, it was almost easy at times, the warmth calling him home, but it sounded far too much like bragging for his own tastes, which was bad enough. Gloating over having access to ancient, occasionally Divine wisdom? That was just acting like an aft.

"...It's just that their wisdom does little good when half the laws have changed since they lived. And no thank you. I'm rather partial to other things, myself." He reaches for another dish: energon goodies. They're coated with mercury sauce and lead sulfide crystals, but they are still regular old goodies underneath, and he bites into one thoughtfully, eager for the distraction.

Date: 2012-01-19 11:37 pm (UTC)
ichooseboth: (Bwuh?)
From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
Ironically enough, he doesn't make the connection at first. Still thinking about his duty as a Prime and staring down at his plate in thought, he takes a rather sullen bite out of his energon goodie.

"Doing something productive rather than listening to senators give the same excuses over...and over...? Ah?" His armor shivers belatedly at the contact, and he gives Elita a wide-optic'd stare.

"...Um."

Date: 2012-01-20 06:35 am (UTC)
ichooseboth: (facepalm - you are a tard)
From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
Vents huffing in embarrassment, he quickly looked away, tires drawing together against his back as he examined the buffet table with extreme focus.

He was embarrassed and flustered, and that was only serving to irritate him when politics was added to the mix.

"...Nn. Examining the issues. Cutting through all the...backlogged protocol. I want to actually help people, not sit here and play political games."

His voice never rose above a murmur, still distantly aware of the crowd around them.

Date: 2012-01-21 07:50 am (UTC)
ichooseboth: (processor ache)
From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
The touch was unexpected, making his tires twitch before he allowed himself a hint of relaxation in his pose. He turned to give her a wry smile.


"It's not the thanks I want, it is the doing. Thanks mean nothing if I cannot do anything. I could be more forceful, I suppose, but I hardly want to present myself as anything like my more recent predecessors." He straightened up further, shaking his head as he regained control over the short lapse.

"But this is hardly the place to vent. I make for a terrible host; I apologize."

Date: 2012-01-22 12:54 am (UTC)
ichooseboth: (HERP DERP)
From: [personal profile] ichooseboth
"I certainly hope they don't start thanking me before I can even get anything done. I get too much of that sort of thing as it is."

He vented a snort, amused, taking the offering and watching her eat the goodie without protest. Idly, he also noticed Ironhide hovering in the shadows nearby, politely out of audio range; which certainly wasn't far enough, given how he was able to send him a quick smirk when Elita touched his tire, as though it was something illicit. Optimus flicked his audials at him and pointedly looked away, to Ironhide's silent laughter.

"And you don't need to apologize. As far as I am concerned, you are a guest, and one a great deal more personable than many I could be with." Optimus flicked his optics toward the slowly-approaching senators pointedly. His smile, while still very mild and largely innocent, was the closest to 'flirtatious' he'd managed all night.

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looking up TF food on the wiki is oddly fun! :D

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YESSS

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:3

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*been the council's choice

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