Name's Lockdown

[Lockdown's hanging around in an empty parking lot as he records this. He's also got none of the smuggness that usually radiates off him.]

Y'know, I like to think that my life's in pretty good order. Everything's organized and my ship's in working order, for the most part, but lately I've had this weird sensation. I look at all you humans lately and your behavior confuses me. I've found this behavior impossible to categorize.

[OOC: Lockdown's in the middle of a bad sci-fi romance as a robot who needs someone to teach him the meaning of love. This is leaving him quite out of character for once, for himself and his entire race. A fair maiden (or dude) to teach him love is very welcome, as are side characters.]

Y'know, I've been thinking today. I might not get back to my galaxy for a while now, which I've said before. Thing is, I get lonely sometimes, and unlike other bots, I ain't one of those morons who think we should take a bomb to all organics.

So, here's the deal: gimme a quick rundown, and we'll talk. I ain't exactly in a position to be picky right now. Sure, I'm way bigger than all of you and made of metal, but that just means we gotta get creative.

Lookin' forward to it.

[OOC: Any and all welcome. Backdated to this morning.]