I don't know how that slagging romantic comedy got in with the rest of the downloaded video I brought with me. Earth movie: He's Just Not That Into You. It's all about interpersonal relationships, mostly between human men and women, and sometimes between two human men. All about rules and exceptions! Like, "If a mech is treating you like he doesn't give a scrap, he genuinely doesn't give a scrap!"
*Slipstream puts a small powertool to the edge of a berth and removes one of the screws anchoring the berth to the wall. She repeats this a few times, the sound temporarily drowning out her voice.*
I don't really need to be watching slag like that! I know my rule and it goes: If I show slightest interest in a mech, he's ending up with some mech with a cannon. And so far, haven't found my exception.
No. It is not a slagging joke, except cosmically on me, maybe!
*The berth falls free of the wall and Slipstream begins pushing it toward a door.*
I had told Terrorsaur I was over Wotshisname. And, again, I'd really meant it that time. He said maybe I needed some new friends. Just be social. Youth is a perfect excuse to just have fun, to be causal even. Not that I'm really a casual kinda femme!
But the new ones fall under the rule, too! One I swore to avoid except for the most brief interaction. One I maybe thought for two nanokliks would offer some interesting conversation. I think everybody knows who the old friends are; I can't even say the name!
*Slipstream maneuvers the berth out the door and into a corridor where other furnishings have already been stacked. She goes back through the door and lifts an occassional table.*
And, no, I don't slagging know why it happens. I mean, it's not the thing with my "spark", because apparently, not quite everyone knows about that already, though I had thought it common knowledge by now. And it couldn't be the femme thing, 'cause I have all the same parts! You'd guess the sunny disposition, but ask the one mech who actually went on a date with me: I was really sweet and we ended things flying together!
It's like the slaggin' movie says: they're just not that into me!
*Slipstream carries the table out into the corridor and puts it atop a stack of other tables.*
And I'm supposed to be encouraged by the possibility of there being an exception?!?
New friends are supposed to be great! If one is new to an area, new friends help find a bot a place to stay, find some furniture, maybe even help a bot find work. New friends can buy drinks. New friends can maybe even help a bot with some repairs.
I'm putting myself out there. I'm being slaggin' friendly! Granted there a line I won't cross for Autobots, but it's not like I'm overtly evil to them. And as far as female humans and 'Cons are concerned, I'm like the best new friend one could have.
*Sighs as she puts her hands to her hips and surveys the collection of furniture*
Yet, here I am haulin' furniture, alone!
[ooc: "you" could possibly overhear this ranting if you are in or around the apartment building, which may or may not actually exist; "you" being any character. And, just to clarify, for those following along - because Slipstream in rant mode has, on rare occasions, made actual players uncomfortable - even though Slipstream is bitter and feels scorned, the "rule" is my invention, intended to be humorous; the "new ones", said to prove the rule, are characters that have fallen under the influence of a particular Megatron, during plots I myself was involved in and approved; I know Slipstream does ICly have friends; and I don't especially need her to be paired. "Pretendy fun time games."]