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Log; Ongoing

When; Wednesday afternoon and evening
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Several
Summary; Sam hosts a beach party for anyone who wants to come
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Sam had tried to do everything he could to make the beach trip as fun as possible, especially considering all that had happened recently. Not everyone had calmed down after yesterday, but it was enough that he didn't cancel the trip.

He had volleyball set up, a dozen umbrellas for the more fair skinned to take refuge under, and a really ugly couch to put in a bonfire later.

Food and drink also abounded, including enough electrolyte replenishing drinks to help anyone who drank all the alcohol he brought stave off too massive of a hangover. All in all, it was a recipe for a good time. Or at least Sam hoped.

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Sam hadn't notice the woman come up, as he was busy getting everything ready, until she was at the edge of the umbrella promenade. He hadn't seen her before but he was glad of that, it would be cool to meet new people.

"All this?" he said, glancing around. "Yeah, sorta, it's for everyone though. You can have some if you want, there's plenty for everyone. I mean, not EVERYONE, like... in the whole City, but everyone who will probably show up. What do you want?"

On a nearby tray she found a cluster of grapes, picked up a small branch, and eyed it suspiciously for a moment before pulling one off, twiddling it between her fingers, and biting off half of it. Surely she looked far more than strange, but the squishing and liquid and the skin and...it was all so strange, how humans ate food. The sweet rush on her tongue made her shiver a moment, but she pulled off two more and munched as she strode about the sand.

For a moment, she tried to speak, then remembered: one thing at a time. Humans were all about one thing at a time. So she had to finish chewing the grape and then say something:

"I know little about food." She glanced around -- well, she knew the names of most of it... "There will be more humans here?" The wind ruffled her black hair; she pulled it out of her face and thrust it behind her ears, silver cybernetic modules glinting below it as it fell by her neck.

Josh caught the 'humans' thing right away and it kind of made sense with her slightly odd behavior. Some of Sam's best friends weren't human though and the City brought in all types so it wasn't that strange that she wasn't human.

"It's okay, I can help you figure out what you want," he offered, moving over to where she was. Okay, that was kind of a weird statement to give.

"Basically, the things that taste the best are the worst for you. Also, you probably want to drink lots of water if you're going to be out in the sun. And if you're new to it, probably should stay away from too much alcohol. The turkey sandwiches are good though."

"...Paradoxical, not unlike the rest of your traits. Then I will take a turkey sandwich." She gave him a nod and finished off the grapes. Well...if she was here, she could stay a while, learn their patterns, learn how to act as one of them until she could gain power here. Humans expanded their influence by connecting with each other -- and for now, that was her only advantage.

"That's what makes us interesting," Sam said. Humans were kind of paradoxical.

"We're a young race though, but we've got a lot of potential. At least, that's what a friend of mine said."

Sometimes Sam wasn't so sure about the potential, but if Optimus Prime said it, it must have been true.

"Young compared to who?" So many alien species from the other worlds. She had always thought it strange that humans had never discovered alien signals from across the stars, but then again, the evolution of life was a probabilistically low event. Intelligent life should be rarer.

"The Autobots, do you know them?" he asked, perking up a bit. He'd never met anyone who knew them except through the movies.

"They're from the planet Cybertron."

Her eyes actually brighten a moment, a rare event. Machines? Very old, extraterrestrial machines?

"No, I do not. But I am quite intrigued -- they will be the first mechanical sentients about which I have been told since I arrived here."

"Oh yeah, they're sentient machines," he said with a nod. "A really old race, I guess. Their planet is kind of dead, so they call Earth home now."

"Hmm. I would have heard of them, if they had existed in my world. A pity that they do not."

Getting sunburned was the least of her desires, and despite her part-Asian body, she was sure that her skin got too many European genes to not suffer. Once Sam handed over a sandwich, she sat under one of the umbrellas and twiddled one hand in the powdery sand while eating with the other.

More strange flavors.

"What are you? I mean, if you don't mind me asking," he said, realizing how rude that could have sounded. He paused for a moment before grabbing a bottle of water for the woman and bringing it over to her.

She took the bottle, stared at both her hands for a moment, then balanced the sandwich on one knee while twisting the cap open.

"I have no need to hide that." She took a long drink from the bottle -- satisfying! There was no mechanical equivalent. "An AI. Do you hold these events often?" Free food was nothing to trifle with, not with instincts like these.

"Not a lot of the time, maybe a few times a year, why? And I don't think I've met an AI before," Sam admitted. That was a first even for the City, which was rather cool.

"I mean, not a real one. You're not going to crazy and try and kill humanity, are you? Because that's usually what happens in video games and movies and I have to tell you right now, I don't want to die again."

Human movies also had a trope whereupon a character caught in some misdemeanor would splutter and spit and otherwise spray their drink everywhere, causing chaos and general knowledge that they were the guilty party.

She avoided that deftly, especially because a few of his nuances were incorrect, but...well, to a human, that is probably what it looked like.

"I assure you," she managed a clean and non-incriminating drink, "that I am in my right mind. I have never been insane, and I have no desire to slaughter the City."

If they obeyed her when she took power, but that part was left out.

"Does the City have biometric reconstruction chambers? How else would it be that you still live, if you died?"

"Okay, cool, that's good to hear," Sam said, although he had mostly been joking. He realized that it might not have come across like that though to someone who wasn't well versed in that sort of cliche.

"But no, I didn't get revived in the City. I died in my world and was here for a bit, but then I went to Autobot heaven and they brought me back to life."

"That is...truly confusing. Nonetheless, it seems to have worked." Autobot heaven? ...A human lens, surely. Even in human mythos, could machines have souls?

"Yeah, I don't get it either," he confessed, shaking his head. "I died, and I was in this bright, shiny place and the Primes were there, those are like the Autobot rulers, and they're all dead but they told me it wasn't my time or something so they sent me back."

"Are any of the Autobots here in the City with you?" A sentient machine with a body of its own...she should really have created herself a mechanical shape.

"No," Sam said, shaking his head a bit sadly. He missed them too, he knew they would have liked it here, away from their war for a bit.

"Bumblebee was here for a bit, but he left."

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Log; Ongoing

Please, he deals with Bumblebee, she'll be easy.

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Sorry, I somehow missed this.

HA that's what she does in the game ^^; So probably yes.

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