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[victormakesart]

Victor's sent her boyfriend off to a spa planet, which means that today is a working day, just like the day before was, and the day before that. She's sectioned off a small corner of the Nexus as her workspace, and while she's not using a blowtorch anymore, she was a moment or so ago, if you judge by the blowtorch set off to the side and the protective gear that's piled right next to it. She's wearing a shirt that says 'I'm good, is that bad' on the front and 'I'm bad, is that good' on the back.

She's been working, when she hasn't been sleeping, eating, showering, or patrolling, and she has a lot to show for it. On the table she's been working on (really two tables pressed together), there are upwards of a couple hundred pieces of cut metal, and a whole metal arm, from shoulder joint to wrist, and half of a hand. The hand is what's taking up much of the time. There's also nuts, bolts, screws, hinges, and various thingamabobs in glass jars.

Now she's draped over a Nexus couch like she's been built into it, rocking out to Radiohead (she thought it was appropriate, considering what she's building).

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[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"I didn't dig it up, nah. But thank you!"

"Ha!" Victor scratches at the back of her head, looks drowsily satisfied with herself. "I got the okay to build. I have people in my life, I'm not allowed to just... do what I want without considering other people anymore. Even then, it'll take me nearly a year to finish building him."

[random_xtras]

"How ye after doin' t' programmin'?" Hormah gives the kitten child a kiss on the top of his hooded head and is rewarded with a cuddle and a soft purr. "Oh, 'n guess I better be introducin' my aft 'n this'un's." She deedles a chuckle. "I knows yer Victor."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, the programming's part of what's gonna make this take so long. I want to make him as persony as possible, so... I'm not in any rush. And, yeah, how'd you hear about me? And what's your name? And are people talking about me?" She's not sure whether to be delighted or distressed that she's sometimes a topic of conversation.

[random_xtras]

Hormah nods toward where a handsome cobalt blue mech with a strong resemblance to bayformer Jazz is talking to an orange one with hybrid construction similar to Hormah's about the vending machine they're looking at. "Ye knew me mother in law, Bumblebee, some long time ago fer her. T'at's me mate, Rap, 'n he tol' me 'bout ye."

She looks down with a deedle and a grin. "I's Hormah, t' local Primus Servant, 'n t'is here's Bbbrl."

"Hi!" Bbbrl waves and grins.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Oh, wowzer. It's nice to meet you guys." Victor will always have a softspot for robots and robot families. Then again, she only ever has softspots, given her organic nature.

[random_xtras]

Hormah grins, then deedles a soft chuckle as Bbbrl gets a mitten off and very very gently touches the arm with tiny fingers.

"Bbbrl's folk's after bein' metalworkers," she explains. "'N t'ey knows some simple robotics on account 'o bein' adopted inta a 'Bot family."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"That's cool. I've just, well. I've got what I taught myself, and what I've learned from doing. I've had a couple pretty big robotics projects, that I've either assisted on, or co-created." She pads over to the side of the table herself, touching one of the robotic finger joints.

[random_xtras]

"Someday I'll have a bot body myself," Bbbrl tells her, looking up with a grin that wrinkles his nose and makes his big eyes sparkle. "But I'm no good at transforming yet."

Then he looks back at the bot arm. "And some day I'll build beautiful bot bodies, too!"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

A soft curve of a smile. "That sounds really nice. You'll get there one day. Bet I could learn a lot from you folks."

[random_xtras]

"Nyaan can almost transform now, and she's nearly an adult," comes Bbbrl's happy reply. "It's not very many years before babies turn into teenagers. Especially if I eat all my veggies. Hormah says so."

Hormah's optics are twinkling as she makes a tiny deedle like clearing her throat.

"How tall ye after makin' 'im, b'y?" she asks, grinning.