Prank Aftermath

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Perceptor's expression as he watched the remaining mechs and femmes in the hallway disperse was troubled and confused. Glancing at Optimus, the scientist decided it would be best to make his confusion known, in the hopes that clarification would be forthcoming, and promptly.

"Optimus... I... I'm not quite sure I understand..."

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"Okay. Brace yourself, this is going to feel strange." She pulls him close and puts her arm around his waist, and then jumps through the portal. There's a wrenching feeling-a quick feeling of disorientation- and then they're floating on nothing and surrounded by the visible and invisible splendor of the Time Stream.

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The feeling of disorientation is enough to get Perceptor to cling to Optimus for a moment, before his attention begins to wander to what his optics and other senses are telling him. "By the Matrix..."

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"And you're probably picking up less than half of what's going on." Optimus turns her head, her own senses reaching out as her optics narrow slightly. "It's quiet. We'd better get to the river before the storm breaks."

Even as she says the words she's shooting forward, looping up, down, over, and around things, some of which Perceptor won't be able to detect. Her grip on the red mech is strong and her progress is steady.

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Perceptor blinks, suddenly feeling not quite at ease, "St-storm?"

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"Don't worry about it." Her voice is calm and confident, and then she nods. "The foo fighters have found something to play with."

A little distance to one side a unrecognizable semi humanoid form is busy chasing after three gleefully zipping balls of white lightening.

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Here, Optimus, have a puzzled Perceptor.

"Foo fighters? From what I understand of human culture, aren't they a musical group?"