Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Aug 26, 2009 14:04:34 GMT -5
Spin off from Bartenders and Guinea Pigs.
Oracle gives Skyblast a grin and a wave, even if he scampers off before she can actually say anything else. Speedy little jet is speedy.
Jetfire on the other hand, gets a seriously long look once he shows up. Being familiar with Skyblast prepared her for the general configuration, but Jetfire was one interesting looking Transformer. And kinda loud. But she wasn't going to be rude and stare for too long, so shaking her head Oracle turned back to her own group of conversational partners.
She does so just in time to catch Tracks' toast to Mirage, which prompts a small grin from her. That Spy was Trouble. Fun trouble she would allow, but Trouble all the same. Emphasis intended.
"I don't think you have to worry about drinking alone," her grin still hasn't faded. "I don't plan on wandering off quite yet at the least, but it also looks like people are determined to put a dent in the offerings."
Tracks' comment again draws her attention back to Mirage and Rodimus and she laughs. "I wonder if Rodimus is in over his head or not."
Then she stops and looks a bit sheepish. "Which reminds me of something. Thank you for helping out Perceptor, I should have said so before." She points to a particular pale vintage on the table she recognizes from her date with Mirage.
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 27, 2009 21:33:32 GMT -5
Perceptor is glad to see everyone enjoying themselves so much - even their intriguing new arrival! Botanica seems to have Jetfire monopolized for the moment, however, so Perceptor will wander over and meet the large jet later.
He turns back toward Oracle just in time to catch something about... Rodimus? Rodimus is speaking with Mir- Oh. He chuckles and shakes his head, still remembering the spy's parting gift.
"Difficult to say," he chucles softly.
"Helping out?" he asks, then follows Oracle's direction until he notices the vintage he had compounded for Mirage. "Oh! I am pleased that you enjoyed it, then!"
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Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Aug 28, 2009 11:57:29 GMT -5
Tracks tilts his head over his drink as Oracle thanks Perceptor and raises a questioning brow ridge at the both of them. But he laughs lightly at Oracle's question. "Mirage is a gentlemech," Tracks quirks his lips into half a smile. "I'm sure he'll do his best to make sure Rodimus is at ease." He glances over at the duo again before turning back to take another sip.
"Now if I may ask, my memory may be proving faulty, but what is this ship's destination again?" Tracks is not so secretly hoping for a planet with more civilization and with a much more festive night life.
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Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Sept 1, 2009 19:39:53 GMT -5
"I did enjoy it quite a bit Perceptor, though I admit it was more potent than I expected." Oracle grinned in amusement. "Thankfully it came with a warning from the one that had already tried it or it might have been a short evening." Which sort of made her wonder if she ought to be asking the creator of all of these drinks which were the safest, just in case.
She waited until Tracks had finished apologizing to Skyblast, (had he done something to upset the skypainter she hadn't seen?), before she commented back to him. "A gentleman sure no doubt of that, but he's also one heck of a flirt and sometimes I wonder if he even realizes how much of one. I think it's just his nature." Though it probably wasn't part of Rodimus' and just maybe she, and by extension they, ought to find another source of entertainment. Tracks may have been thinking the same thing with his question, though she doesn't know the answer. "You know, I couldn't tell you actually."
Though another source of entertainment might have become a moot point. Oracle is still looking over at the other group when Grimlock busts onto the scene and she doesn't even try to stifle the chortle of laughter that escapes her. "Somehow I don't think that figured into Mirage's plans." A wide smirk splitting her face as she shakes her head she glances at her companions to catch their reactions.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 11, 2009 19:24:26 GMT -5
Once Mirage parts company with the Prime, he makes his way over to the lovely trio of Oracle, Tracks, and Perceptor. The spy hadn't missed how often that group's optics were turned toward him and Rodimus. Not at all.
Mirage slips up and tries to wrap one arm around Oracle's waist and the other around Tracks'.
"So, my lovelies, enjoying this fine selection with which our good chemist has blessed us?"
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 11, 2009 23:13:15 GMT -5
ooc: massive apologies; I am an idiot and totally forgot that Perceptor was in on this thread. Even after I got reminded of it, too. Please forgive?
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Ah, trust a Dinobot to liven any situation up. Not that Mirage probably appreciated that, but...
"I am glad, Oracle. And from what I understand, ultimately, Cybertron," Perceptor replies. "Although I believe that some mention has been made of a potential stop at Earth. of course, we will also likely need to pause to explore planets along the way to collect more materials and supplies to facilitate the lengthy journey. But, ultimately, the answers we seek must be found at cybertron. Or at least clues to point us along the way." He hopes. Otherwise? They're pretty much hoping for luck and running blind.
Errr... not that that's a bad thing, present company as an example.
Perceptor smiles to himself as Mirage saunters up and insinuates himself into their midst. Speaking of flirt...
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Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Sept 14, 2009 19:45:42 GMT -5
Skipping Tracks at player request.
"Cybertron? Hm, maybe I should have paid more attention." Though really, it mattered much less to Oracle than perhaps others on board. Anyplace was fine with her, as long as the situation was tolerable. "I did figure on the stops, since supplies enough to travel any great distance would have taken up quite a bit of space. Possibly there's information to be found at the same time, depending on were the resupply occurs." A populated place, rather than another abandoned one in other words.
Since she had actually been paying attention to Perceptor as they conversed, she's a bit surprised at the arm wrapping around her waist, though she almost pulls away until she matches it with the voice. At which point the surprise is considerably more pleasant and Oracle leans slightly into the arm around her instead, the winglet on that side flicking up and out of the way a bit more as she does so.
Speaking of flirt indeed.
Smiling down at Mirage slightly, she nodded. "It's been quite pleasant, though I admit to not being very adventurous in my choice." Her still partially full glass and it's dark red contents get a thoughtful glance briefly. "At least, I hope not. I'm not quite sure how you organized things Perceptor." She had meant to ask that, hadn't she.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 15, 2009 22:24:17 GMT -5
Mirage snuggles in closer to two of his favorite people, then tilts his head as Tracks murmurs in his audial. Mirage smirks as the other racer slips away, then rather nonchalantly slips the now-empty arm around Perceptor.
Why, yes, he's feeling greedy tonight. Why do you ask?
"Oh, Oracle love, really, you should branch out a bit more," Mirage sniffs as he eyes the very pedestrian drink she's holding. He tilts his head to nuzzle her shoulder for a moment, "Give proper tribute to Perceptor's work, perhaps let your wings down a bit."
He gives Perceptor's waist a quick squeeze. "But yes, how did you manage this? I knew you had some resources, but this is a bit much, my dear."
OOC: Snuggling with permission. Posing out of Tracks with permission
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 21, 2009 18:14:25 GMT -5
Perceptor is nodding in agreement with Oracle when he quite suddenly finds himself being... snuggled. He would be lying if he tried to claim that said state of affairs doesn't surprise him - after all, it is one thing to steal a kiss and a bit of a snuggle behind the safely closed doors of the lab, but a completely different thing to do so in such varied and open company.
Surprised does not mean offended, however. It's rather... nice.
"Now, now," he chides Mirage teasingly, daring to let one arm snake around to settle against the small of Mirage's back. "Different piston sttrokes for different individuals, or so they say. If everyone had your own exacting tastes, then they would become mundane."
"As for this," he adds, sweeping his drink-laden hand around to indicate the room and contents with a secretive smirk, "let us just say that I have a way with a few test tubes and a fluid condenser, and not spoil the mystery, shall we?"
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Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Sept 22, 2009 16:32:15 GMT -5
"Better to be a bit pedestrian than to end up shocked by my drink or overcharged on accident." Oracle points out with amusement. Let her wings down indeed, if she's to do anything of the sort, it won't be in mixed company like this.
Perceptor's chiding of Mirage makes her laugh and shake her head. "And how dull such mundanity would be, even if the standards were rarefied and exacting." She grins a bit and teasingly waggles a finger at Mirage. "Besides as long as my own tastes are a bit pedestrian it gives you something to use to try and expand my horizons." Which she finds is a rather fun game, as long as things don't start to get too odd.
Though teasing aside she actually could use a hand picking her next drink, as she finishes off the one she's been holding. "Speaking of which, what would you recommend?" Her question is intended to include Perceptor as well, as she glances between the two of them. "I also suspect saying you have a way with a few test tubes and a fluid condenser is a bit of an understatement." That on the other hand is directed directly at the scientist responsible for the entire occasion. "This whole thing is rather impressive."
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Post by Mirage on Sept 22, 2009 16:55:51 GMT -5
Mirage is having, in his opinion, a successful night. He has conveyed his interest to Rodimus, and partaken of lovely beverages. Why should he not pay some slight attention to the one who made those things possible? True, Perceptor is not (currently) on Mirage's list, but the spy thinks the scientist could use a bit of encouragement to be more social. So why not give some?
That said, when Perceptor returns Mirage's embrace, the spy quirks a brow and smirks.
"My tastes will never be mundane, Perceptor. I would simply change my own to stay ahead of the curve."
"But you have reminded me of something, love," he says as Oracle asks for recommendations, "Some of these do not set well in succession; the flavors don't mesh. Make sure you sip a palate cleanser before you switch."
Mirage's gaze shifts to Skyblast and Skid-Z. Hmm, maybe he needs to visit his favorite jet shortly.
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 23, 2009 21:51:04 GMT -5
"Eh heh," Perceptor temporizes with a bashful scuff of his foot as he glances down. "Thank you, Oracle. It's nothing really, however. Merely a bit of... of... of pointless experimentation purely for the enjoyment of experimentation."
"And the refreshments," he adds with a sly chuckle. "But, Oracle, are you certain that you wish to throw such a tempting gauntlet at Mirage? He will accept it."
First returning a hug, and now he's indulging in teasing? Rather, first accepting a kiss, and then brewing up a room full of booze, and now this. Could Perceptor be peeking out of his shell?
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Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Sept 29, 2009 18:17:36 GMT -5
...what's a palate cleanser? Oracle knows what the words mean, but the way Mirage says them together implies something specific. So she asks. "What's a palate cleanser? I get the feeling you're talking about something in particular here Mirage." And hopefully more palatable than what she came up with when he said that.
Still, she shrugs and grins at bit at Perceptor when he teases her. "Yes. Dealing with his creativity is probably much easier than dealing with what my own ignorance might get me into if I branched out myself." She's glad to see the scientist apparently having a good time, even if every so often he makes her uncomfortable.
Noting Mirage's wandering attention, she risks dropping a light kiss on his cheek and chuckles. "Though I see something else has rather snared his attention. Perhaps I shall be depending on your own expertise instead Perceptor." Apparently the flirt is more a social butterfly tonight. Well, and still a flirt of course.
OOC: Kiss with permission.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 30, 2009 12:22:25 GMT -5
Mirage likes a good party, and the last one he attended was spent as baby sitter and information gatherer. Now, he can merely enjoy, and working the room is one of his favorite pastimes at such events.
"A base of little flavor itself which cleanses the dregs of a flavor from your palate so as not to muddy the flavor of the next delicacy," Mirage answers Oracle smoothly.
"But I am afraid you are quite right. I do feel the need to wander. But I'm sure my steps will bring me back to you two at some point," he says, optics now taking in the spectacle of Skyblast giving Skid-Z a very public washing. Oh yes, definitely time to wander.
He gives them both a fond squeeze. "Take good care of her Perceptor," he says, before slipping away.
Out for a bit.
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Post by Perceptor on Oct 22, 2009 20:10:39 GMT -5
"I recomend a dilute acetone," Perceptor replies to Mirage's explanation. Probably best for Mirage to have answered that; fewer sylables and sentances that way.
"I shall," he adds to Mirage as the spy departs. There is an odd little smile hovering about the corners of his mouth, the faintest bit of wistfulness, perhaps. Or it could be amusement.
"My expertise, hm?" he muses, turning his attention back to Oracle with a tilt of his head. Well, then, perhaps we might wander ourselves, and I might provide you some sampling advice?" he asks. Completely unaware that he makes her nervous, Perceptor politely offers her his arm in a gentlemanly fashion.
Mirage had said to take care of her, and if he is going to have to stand in for the suave mech, he might as well make a real attempt at being appropriately social, yes?
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