*Slipstream wakes suddenly in her berth. Self-diagnostics say her core temp is below average. She's running cold. The polypropylene microfiber sheets covering the surface of her berth are marked with external lubricant like a forged sacred shroud. The room is dark. Rain and small-scale hailstones strike the wide window as thunder booms in the distance. The storm is moving away, she thinks.
*Her kind do not dream...at least not in the specific electrochemical manner of human organics. She knows there has long been debate over whether all sentient life must dream. "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?" The more complex cortices needing downtime in order to function. During recharge, sensors and CPU, in the process of running maintenance subroutines, could sometimes generate false 'test' sensor data, or interpret old data being moved or marked for delete as new sensory input, and then a bot could get caught in a memory loop, or experience dream-like images and sensations.
And I thought this place
was a bad dream! But that was....
Slipstream had found herself in a strange, dark place unable to move her limbs normally. She staggered, like a floppy marionette...like a rag doll. Some of the Perceptors had shouted and waved from a tower window. Blackarachnia had been there, with some giant arachnid aliens as escort. And one of the Ravages, the sleek black one, had run across Slipstream's path, causing her to stumble more. And then Starscream had appeared, but he had been rather transparent and blue and passed right through her! Then, she had noticed Waspy standing up on a wall, with a large pair of sheers, pruning a topiary into a shape that was beginning to resemble Terrorsaur; he spoke some warning about possession. Tex and Skywarp were stuffing Cassetticons into gift boxes and pie plates. Optimus Prime popped out of a box, like some spring-loaded toy and shot up into the moonlit sky. And Sari was there, wearing a pointy, black hat and cackling madly. Megatron appeared, even larger than he was in life, wearing a dark cloak; he tried to bite her neck! Ramjet appeared and spoke, and then he turned and suddenly Sunstorm was the one there speaking. And then finally, Lockdown climbed out of an old well, wearing a tophat, and saying something about water....
Why do I suddenly really, really want Halloween candy?
*No more Tim Burton movies before recharging!
*[ooc: Slipstream is physically in her quarters. "You" may already be there (but you should ask me about that first), or choose to politely ask for admittance, contact her virtually, or otherwise completely ignore. "You" here meaning any character, basically. Also, let me just brag to everyone and say I have The Nightmare before Christmas on vinyl and am actually listening to it right now with my record player; and it's a picture disc, one of those Hot Topic would sell every Fall...still awesome.]