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Okay first off, this place so didn't look like the dig she had been on in the middle of the Pacific. Which would explain why Taylor has a mud streak in her dark hair, and on her clothes. Though she brushes herself off mostly to try to look presentable.

After a moment she gives up, after all at least it's only mud and not blood or any thing else. Though her bare arms, show she's not unused to rough landings, coral hurts if you hit it in a bailout after all.

"This so isn't Rapa Nui, so. Would it be a bother to ask two things? Well three. Who is the Kahuna in charge? And where are we?" Yes she slipped into surf slang only because so far, she doesn't see professor types around and she really had been looking forward to getting the job done and testing some of the waves before she crashed for the night. Of course, it's hit or miss lately if she gets surf time.

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"I don't mean to mock it honest. Just... It's still a little mind blowing that ya know there is other life out there. I mean of course there is, Humans really haven't even finished exploring our own world." And she thinks she just swallowed her foot up to her knee thanks.

"Some of them they do. But not all cartoons are made for kids."

"Everyone has to start somewhere. I'm glad for you that the aliens didn't find you first; as I said, that's not always a good thing."

Megatron's not offended. There was a time when he would've been, but during that time, he wouldn't have been having such a conversation with a human, anyway. "I suspect there would have been a time before my own people knew there were aliens, if the Quintessons hadn't come and made our lives hell."

He ex-vents, letting out some waste heat. "Is that so? Well, I suppose you could make a cartoon about my universe then. It would be pretty dark, especially if you wrote it from the point of view of the people of Earth, who never asked to be brought into our war."

"They're probably looking. I don't turn to the skies as much. Not when we've forgotten about so much buried in our ground or dropped into our oceans."

"I see." She looked down a moment.

"I've seen some horrible ones. The joy of having hobbies that are so dangerous, you sometimes have downtime as healing up."

"If they were horrible, why'd you watch them?" Megatron asks, shaking his head. "There have to be others that weren't. I never know what to think of Earth cartoons, because Cybertronians are not so tiny and helpless and ignorant when we come into the world as organics are, and our young aren't like 'babies'. Cartoons for us, as opposed to what I thought cartoons are for Earth people, are just another form of filmmaking. So we don't have rules like I thought they had on earth that say cartoons have to be less violent, or less sexy, than live-action shows. There are some shows that don't have any of those things, and there are shows that are very silly. A dear friend of mine is fond of a show called Cybercats of Darkmount, and she introduced it to my lover's kids. It is surprisingly child-friendly, but it just happens to be that way--it's a fantasy story.

"As for dangerous hobbies...my hobby is poetry, but it sounds to me like these hobbies of yours are your actual life's work."

"My roommate in the hospital watched them. And let's just say until my uncle or guardian figured out where I was, I had already checked myself out."

"They're just useful for my life's work. Well, except surfing. That's my hobby, but I also make money off it to help fund a lagoon back home where kids with disabilities can safely get close to wild life. Mostly stingless jellyfish, a few Manta rays, and dolphins and sea turtles. But rock climbing, and the rest, comes in handy for treasure hunts."

"Exactly. Rock climbing is a part of your work; you can't do what you need to do if you can't do it. I didn't know you could make money surfing, though."

They have reached the PINpoint vending machines. "The cards and pamphlets...should be somewhere around here." Megatron looks around. He hasn't spent much time here--he spent most of his early days in the Nexus with Loki, alone.

"There are competitions, think of it as sporting events, if you do well you can earn decent money. Because of my job, I earn enough on a good dig that I just donate my winnings to the same place. I'm not the kind of person to be in this for the money after all."

"Thanks for helping me get back this far." She grinned at him.

"Not a problem at all, Taylor. I'll send you my PINpoint code, so you can get back in touch with me whenever you like. I'm usually at my partner's house with him and his children, but if I've gone back to my ship, I'm not usually gone more than a few days." Megatron smiled. "They'd probably like you. Loki's fun to be around, and the children are sweet and adorable. Fujin's tea house and the Decepticon Embassy are nice places to visit, and when I'm on my own sometimes I also go there to visit with people. You'd probably also like Ben Solo and Cricket Pate, and Ravage and Soundwave at the Embassy can introduce you to the Stardust family, who are good and kind people. I think you'll be happy here, and I hope you'll stay in touch."

"I'll keep those places in mind." Though honestly she wouldn't mind meeting them all, if only because new, shiny, and the history she could learn from them. Yep, Taylor was caught hook line and sinker.

[Hey, if Taylor wants a purple badge she'll have to go to Ravage. Megatron isn't allowed to hand those out any more.]

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