bv. The Reservation. Presidential Updates Part 1

[dens_extra_pups]

Vice President Hopkins: *has a cigarette from the pack she bought this morning between her lips, is contemplating lighting it as she leans against the wall of one of the buildings. She had a meeting earlier with Optimus, and was informed that she's being sent back to Washington DC, and she's not sure how she feels about the decision*

Venda: *beeps and offers to sell her more cigarettes*

Nightwish: *stalks over in all her iridescent, uncaring, glory, and looks down at the human woman. Chirps an order to the vending machine bot*

Venda: *fusses quietly and walks away*

VP Hopkins: *soft snort* Think ya broke the kid's heart there, 'Wish.

Nightwish: *impassive as ever* My designation is Nightwish. The Primes say that I am to accompany you back to the White House.

VP Hopkins: *raised brow* Where the *bleep* am I supposed to hide a fifty foot 'Bot in DC?

Nightwish: *arches her back slightly, and then seems to pixellate. There is a strong emission of light, and when it dies down a pale and shaken looking Denise Pratt is standing where the regal flier had been* *slight smirk* You tell me.

VP Hopkins: ... *impressed obscenity*

Nightwish: I'm to deliver a speech. How do you want to travel?

VP Hopkins: It'll look suspicious if "President Pratt" doesn't emerge from either Air Force One or Marine One. *small frown as she thinks*

Nightwish: Well I'm too stressed by my husband nearly getting his freaking head blown off to be able to arrange *bleep*, woman!

VP Hopkins: ... *SNERK* I'm going to go lean on one of the Secret Service guys until they call Marine One for us then. *so very amused at how Nightwish went from sounding like herself to sounding just like President Pratt* And then I'm stealing his lighter.

Nightwish: *perfect whine* Major, you're surrounded by *freaking* giant robots with light up fingers. What the *deleted* do ya need a lighter for? *grump* I just wanna get this *bleep* over with, so I can get back to my shiny.

President Pratt: *from the doorway* HEY!

VP Hopkins: *DED*

President Pratt: *bird*

Nightwish: *gives the President a perfect replica of her own rotten grin*

President Pratt: For the record, Dutch is my pin-up, not my shiny.

VP Hopkins: *cackling* Show 'er yer leg!

Nightwish: I saw that selfie video on your phone that you did when you'd had too much sugar. *smirk smirk*

President Pratt: ... Selfie video? *brows up*

VP Hopkins: ... She's got a video on her phone that she forgot about! *laughing even more now*

Nightwish: *names the file, still smirking* *and then names a second file*

President Pratt: ... I'm gonna hafta look for those.

Nightwish: The second one's that time he dropped his ring down the bidet and was running around in his boonies.

President Pratt: 0_0 *BLUSH*

VP Hopkins: Ugh, 'Wish, I did NOT need to know that.

Nightwish: *still in character* The name's Nightwish, you *bleep*. And don't you forget it.

VP Hopkins: Whoop-de-*Bleeping*-do.

President Pratt: ... I really hope that's not what it sounds like when we argue, Major.

Nightwish: Don't *freaking* screech and startle Rung when she picks you up.

Rung: *is the sound of a soft, startled meep from behind the President. Once more hadn't realized that she wasn't seen*

President Pratt: Bhuh? *looks over her shoulder*

Rung: *in the quiet voice that is all that she's used since they found her stored in an out of the way corner of the ship Lockdown had commandeered* Dutch wants you to come back now, Den.

President Pratt: Oh. 'Kay. *small nod*

Rung: *gently picks her up, and then turns and carries her aboard Metroplex*

VP Hopkins: *quietly* Den's trying to put on a strong front. She's not fooling anyone. *worried about the younger woman*

Nightwish: *bored Den face* She'll get over it.

VP Hopkins: Yeah, but it'll take awhile. I know her. She'll hang onto this for a long time, until she works what happened through her head and lets things go.

Nightwish: *shrug* That's not what I'm here for. I gotta go make a speech.

VP Hopkins: Then let's get this show on the road. *moves to head for where she knew the Secret Service guys were last*

Nightwish: *follows, hugging herself and squaring her jaw*

Crosshairs: *is trying to get the Secret Service people to flip coins and bet*

VP Hopkins: *snort* Are you really that bored, guys?

Crosshairs: *meeps*

Secret Service: *collective startles and salutes*

Crosshairs: *charming grin* Jes' tryin' t' entertain the troops, Major.

Nightwish: *mutters about loser, but makes no other move*

VP Hopkins: *snorts and rolls her eyes* One'a you wanna go call for a lift to DC for us? *jerks thumb at Nightwish and then indicates herself*

Secret Service: *practically falling over themselves as they bustle off to make arrangements*

Crosshairs: Aww, are yeh leavin' us, Major? *really trying to put on the charm*

Nightwish: *meeps and closes her eyes*

Crosshairs: *doesn't even look behind him. He just runs* *from nothing, as it happens*

VP Hopkins: *snort* What a wuss.

Nightwish: *doleful look*

VP Hopkins: *considering look* Should we call the Generals, or surprise 'em?

Nightwish: *quietly* I just wanna get this done, Laura.

VP Hopkins: That's what we're working on, kid.

Nightwish: *sad eyes and strong chin*

Drift: *zips over in chopper mode*

VP Hopkins: ... *amused snerk* Lemme guess. Drift volunteered or got voluntold.

Nightwish: *blink blink* ...Abernathy's gonna die of geek.

VP Hopkins: And if Drift uses his car mode, all the old farts will. *smirk*

Nightwish: *still IC* He's got a car mode too?

VP Hopkins: You were geeking about it when you saw the security camera pictures from Chicago, genius!

Nightwish: Well I didn't realize he could change to two different things!

VP Hopkins: *facepalm* You're the one who pointed out he turns into a *bleeping* Bugatti Veyron!

Nightwish: *intent frown* Wow... brain derp.

VP Hopkins: I'll say.

Nightwish: Thrrpt. *pause* *poke self in face* Where the *deleted* are my *bad word* glasses?

VP Hopkins: They're being fixed, remember?

Nightwish: *frown* Derp.

VP Hopkins: C'mon. Let's go do that speech. We'll figure things out from there.

Nightwish: *hug self* *quietly* Yeah.

Drift: *touching down gracefully and opening the door closest to VP Hopkins and Nightwish*

two SS guys: *hurrying out to escort VP Hopkins and Nightwish to the helicoptor*

Nightwish: *quiet acks as she trips, and a deep frown of concentration as she clamps down on seeming distress and weariness* Chung, your hands're cold!

Agent Chung: *apologizing even as he helps Nightwish into Drift's passenger compartment*

Nightwish: *startles as her thinly shod feet touch Drift's deck* You're cold too, dangit!

Drift: My apologies, Madam President. *will try and warm his deck as well as he's able*

VP Hopkins: Why the *beep*'re you wearing those shoes, anyway?

Nightwish: Because they're my favourites! *sits and pouts*

VP Hopkins: You and your weird shoes. *headshake*

Nightwish: When your feet are ugly old lady feet I'll still be walkin' straight. :p

VP Hopkins: *snort* Whatever, ya brat.

Drift: *once everyone who is going to DC is buckled in, he's getting ready to take off*

Nightwish: *as he lifts off the ground* Urky...

VP Hopkins: If you're gonna hurl, hurl on Sanchez.

Nightwish: *just curls up and looks stoic... ly pitiful*

VP Hopkins: *settles back for the ride to DC*



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