Jazz clung to the inside of her leg coverings, scanning the boxy inside as he listened to the conversations above.

Her tones were happy, something Soundwave lacked when he spoke.

A smidge of meh coming out? He wondered as Twinsgirl109, who was introduced also as Brandy, joined the table with a gruff, "I hate you a lot, Wavey. You just start fights wherever you go."

"Consistency: Your weakness. SoundwaveSuperior001: Exploited."

A bark of laughter, "Yeah, yeah. Get your laughs out now, Wavey. I'll Jet Judo you on the Sparkling challenge."

"Challenge: Accepted."

"Hey all!" A voice called, "I sure hope we are set for a lengthy conversation."

"BoomBaby654: Channelling Perceptor?"

"As if. Wheeljack talking about his latest invention would appreciate my topics," chairs scraping, "What?"

"How'd you get the head-fins to flash to your voice, Linda?" Darla asked breathlessly, "Can I get instructions to do it too?"

"Why?" BoomBaby654, aka Linda replied in confusion.

"Head-fins are cool. There should be more Transformers with them," Darla giggled, "Besides, who else could light up a room just by talking a mile a minute?"

"Bluestreak, only if he had the attachments to flash. He talks so fast and often it'd be a strobe light," BluesBabe123 commented, "The one who'd be a continuous light would be Blurr."

Agreement circled the table.

Leaning a little forward, Jazz peeked out through a slit in the box.

Lots of legs, some boxy, some human curved.

"Folly!" The legs for the Hook impersonator stood, "You look gorgeous."

"Of course I do," the voice gruffly replied as Jazz observed the entire person circling the table.

She was short enough the table didn't hide her until she climbed unto a chair, her Cliffjumper costume amusing to Jazz.

"I have a really important question for you, Jackie," Linda started, "If Cliffjumper was about to be blasted, what would you do?"

"Am I me, or my preferred form?" Folly / Jackie replied.

"Preferred form?" Darla asked.

Celia's voice came like a soothing balm, "Speculation: If we ended up in Transformers universe as Cybertronians, what form would we take."

"I so know what I'd be," Darla's legs danced under the table, "I'd so be a new combiner. All femmes, definitely five individuals. I'd so stand between Superior and Devastator in size."

Jackie chuckled, "I can see that. If I'm in my human self, I'd throw something at the Decepticon attempting to fire, or yell at them about heading to the scrapheap. My chosen Cybertronian frame type is mini-bot, femme, but I'm solidly built, like Brawn. Just shorter since I rather be me there. I'd blast the Decepticon."

"Let's order, then continue the forms," the blaster like fan girl directed the group, "Sammy, you good to hold the table?"

"I am! I'm enjoying my caffeine fix. How about…okay I'll wait for my form until you get back."

Jazz held on as his ride stood from the table, walked.

They chatted with the order taker, requesting drinks, then paid from them before returning to the table.

"Sammy, please short hand your preferred form."

"Thanks, Annie. Anyway, I'd be like a door wing femme, but I'd want more armor and a mini-gun. With the door wings, assuming Wheeljack could armor them enough, I could place my shots in combat really accurately at mid-range. I'd be like the back-up for Bluestreak. He's cool, but he needs someone to be his partner. I'd keep those Seekers off him. How about you Linda?"

"There is no specific frame type for the scientists, and like none for femme scientists. So I'd be a femme with either head-fins, cuz they are cool, or I'd be like Perceptor in the IDW comics since he's got the whole Wrecker get up including an eye patch for targeting," Jackie asked, "Are you the same, Annie?"

"My choice would be dependent on Wavey's selection and if she joined our side or group. If we are same side, and she wants to be the symbiote carrier, I'd be a shuttle, like Skyfire, but smaller and faster. I could be his wing-femme. If Wavey wasn't on our side or in our group, I'd be a symbiote carrier. Brandy, you said you were undecided when we brought this up last. You come up with your form?"

"Of course. Gladiator frame type, femme, of course. I'd be as battle-proven as the twins. What better way to get their attention than being accomplished in the arena."

"Single or would you be a combiner?" Darla gave an eep sound, "Sorry. Just twins and one femme is…shutting up now."

"No need to," Brandy laughed, "I've been waffling between both a single and a double. More twin side instead of combiner, but more mature than those two regardless of one or two for one, if you will."

"So, Wavey, you change your list?"

Jazz perked, listening more intently.

"Form: Undecided. Choices: Symbiote carrier, Enforcer, Seeker, or Saboteur. Visor: Desired in all forms."

"Enforcer, so like Prowl?" Sammy squealed, "I so could see you being like him. You like paperwork too much not to."

"Symbiote carrier dependent if in the same group or not?" Jackie inquired.

"Dependency: Uncertain. Frame type: Each have positives and negatives. Personality: Present differently in Decepticons, Autobots or Neutral grouping."

"So if we had a hypothetical group, you could be Prowl type enforcer, a Jazz type Sabotuer due to the visor thing, a symbiote carrier like Soundwave, or a Seeker. Which Seeker would you be most like? I can't imagine you handling the Coneheads very well," Linda's legs started bouncing.

Annie coughed, "You still like the same Seeker from before, Wavey?"

"Seeker identity: Depends on mood and what he's done recently."

Jazz narrowed the list to Starscream, Thundercracker and Skywarp, since they were the only Seekers in this universe.

"Young version?"

Celia snorted, "Version: Based on universe."

"Okay, miss mysterious visor femme," Annie laughed, "I'd say we have a pretty mixed group here, assuming we're all on the same side. How about we shift into the main topic?"

"Me, me, me, me, me," Sammy stood from her seat, "Please, me first."

"Three sips of tea first," Annie ordered.

A short pause then, "Okay, I'm ready. Is everyone else?"

Jazz had to resist the urge to move up and possibly see any pictures they may share.

As they continued, he had to fight the urge more than he was used to.