#And thus; The Overclocked Oilhouse was developed!

[overclocked-oilhouse-blog]

 "Lil Speedy. Hey hey. Speedy."

 Raptor had snuck up on Warpspeed and was now gently pinching and tugging at the flared fins on his helm.

 "Dude."

 Warpspeed's one working optic flickers back online, and he shakes his head. "B-buh? Huh?"

 He was spacing out.

 He swats at the larger bot's invasive servos and frowns, "What what what?"

 "So ya know how we been scopin' out tha ruins of old Gygax? And clearin' the garbage away and fixin' up buildings?"

 Her brow ridges were high and curved in pointed excitement.

 He frowns, sort of leaning away from Raptor. When Raptor's excited, she swings and moves around quickly, and he doesn't want to get caught up in that.

 "Yyyeah?"

 "Dude!" as expected, her arms shot forward in an excited gesture, "We uncovered an old oil house. And it's actually not in bad shape??" Her elbows bent and she sliced her hands through the air in the shape of the building.

 "Like all its walls are still up. It's messy and needs new windows and stuff, but it won't be all that hard ta get it inta workin' shape again!"

 She looked like she was waiting for him to hoot and holler in celebration.

 Warpspeed flinches when Raptor starts gesturing, taking a few steps back, smirking-- despite the dangerous nature of Raptor's flailing arms, he couldn't help but grin at her excitement.

 "Really?" He laughs. He's in thought for a moment, before, "Uh, wouldn't we have to talk to someone about, you know, running a place like that?"

 Cybertron's well on it's way to becoming a nice, hospitable place, but it's still very... military? Kind of a no-fun-allowed kind of place... Very... Ultra-y Magnus-y...

 She pauses, her expression clearly sliding down her face at the realization.

 "I mean, I guess? Maybe?"  She crossed her arms, looking thoughtful.  "Magnus is kinda in charge, and I don't suppose he cares too much about frivolities, but..."  She put her hands on her hips, now, looking determined.

 "Dude I know we could make a good argument. And I bet you anythin' I could get Bulk and Smokee on our side, at least, if not everybot else."

 Seems like she's already including Warpy in the 'pro-pub' side of things.

 Warpspeed grins when Raptor's face falls, and raises an eyebrow when she gets plucky again, "You can make a good argument, huh?"

 He chuckles, "Okay, I'll come with, just to hear this argument. Consider me... out of firing range."

 "Whaaaaat, are you kidding!"  She sunk a bit, her knees bending and her arms hanging low, looking deflated.

 "How can you not be all about this!? A place ta relax, a place ta party! A place ta meet all tha new mechs who come on home! A place of frivolity and silliness and great drinks??"

 "And just where," Came Ultra Magnus' dissaproving rumble, causing Rappy to spin around like a turbofox caught in a trap, "in this solar system would you even find such a place to waste your time?"

 While Rappy had been babbling, he had come up behind them, arms crossed and glare stern.

 "Ah." Rappy cleared her pipes and stood up straight. "Well! Sir! We actually found a place, already! It just needsa be refurbished, is all!”  She's, of course, holding her arm out to include Warpy in this, expecting to at least touch Warpspeed's helm reassuringly. When she doesn't, a quick glance confirms the little weasel puttering away in his altmode, turning a corner and out of view.

 Out of firing range.

 YouFraggingSlagSlurper.

 She stood up straight, cleared her pipes again,  and laced her fingers, looking up at Magnus as calmly and seriously as her silly self could be.

 "You want to build an oilhouse?" Magnus continued, not currently bothered with the absconding scooter. "Don't you think perhaps other, more important types of buildings ought to take precidence? Hospitals? Residential suites..?"

 "Of course, dud- Sir," she answered, "But I mean - That's already bein' worked on, innit? Bee n' Bulk and Doc Knockers are workin' on that stuff over back in New Praxus, right?"

 He still didn't look particularly convinced. He also looked annoyed that, no matter how many times he'd corrected her in previous conversations, she still used such unproffessional names when regarding her fellow officers.

 "Annnd, I mean," Rappy went on, hoping to get her argument out before he had a chance to interject and decline, "More n' more folks are gonna start showin' up, ya know. And yeah, it's important ta get our work done. But ain't nobody can work good if'n they don't take it easy once in a while. Right? We don't wanna break ourselves while tryna fix the planet, right? Bots need a place fer... Recreation?"

 "And uh - Warpspeed agrees with me, sir!" She said, a little more loudly. Since he's not here to correct her, or anything. "and - and I'm sure if I could ask tha rest of tha team, everybot would like the idea!"

 She waited, hands clenched and spark pulsing, watching him turn the idea over in his processors...

--=--

 Warpspeed putters up to the uncovered oil house, behind Raptor, who's standing in front of it. Sure, he felt kind of bad for leaving her to her fate, but, he reeeaaallyyyy doesn't like dealing with Ultra Magnus. That guy stresses him out.

 He transforms and smirks as he pulls behind the tall femme, "Yo. How'd it go?"

 She turned to glower down at him, her fists on her hips.

 "Eh! Git outta here, yer not invited, ya deserter. You don't deserve ta party with  me."  She turned away, but only because she couldn't stop herself from grinning while she was trying to be irritated at him.  "...snrk."

 Warpspeed frowns for a moment, then shrugs, letting out a short snicker, "Alright, fine. I come to help for once in my life... Good luck turning this to a clinic or whatever."

 He transforms again.

 "You piece-a aft scrap!!" She squeals, whipping around and grabbing his handlebars hastily.

Warpspeed's wheels skid on the ground before he transforms again, turning and smiling-- he wasn't really planning on leaving.

 "Duuuude come on!!"

 She squatted next to him, looking at him a bit shrewdly.

 "...You really wanna help? coz... Then... It could happen. Magnus gave me  permission ta do whatever, since I's was already workin' on this area anyway..."

 "Cool. What do I do?"

 She was a little taken aback with his sudden desire to help, but she stood up straight and smiled as she turned.

 "Okay... ok. Uhmmm..." 

 She started to approach the building. It was a bit on the larger side, in order to fit an average of larger bots, probably between 35-45 ft tall. Once inside, though, it was clear there had been setups specifically for seating areas for smaller mecha as well.

 "I mean, first thing's first, all this dust n' debris gotta be taken out... and these windows replaced..."

 She pushed some mangled furniature aside with her pede to start a sort of pile.

 "You... both of us, really... will prolly hafta spend some time takin' a load of scrap back to the main camp so Bulk n' Knockers can make use of it..."

 Warpspeed crossed his arms, "Okay, clear out the mess, take it to camp. That's it?"

 Warpspeed likes to get the whole plan all at once-- kinda of annoying, since Raptor tends to babble on, as well as these kind of things can uncover problems that would add more work.

 They're technically ruins, dude, we don't know what we'll find...

 "I mean, fer now," She said, a little sassily. "Hopefully after that we can resupply and get some tools ta give this place a proper deep cleanin' and then start actually restockin' the juice!"

 She clapped and rubbed her hands together, looking determined.

 "... What should we call this place...?"