Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Dec 3, 2009 21:48:18 GMT -5
Dead End takes his drink up with a polite nod to the waitress and stares at the thick, black liquid with the greasy brown foam head.
"Here's to doing the work we were meant for," he said, offering a toast to Needlenose and sundry. The flavor is peculiar, and the fuel is somewhat less refined than high-octane gasoline, but it's passable.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 4, 2009 20:48:04 GMT -5
"Traya, ah. Lovely to meet you, lovely!" Needlenose answers, antennae perked up happily. "Lovely gal." He turns towards Dead End and lifts his glass to return the toast. "Isn't she lovely? Such a shame about her home world, of course."
Traya winces at the statement, then uncertainly asks, "You all need anything else?"
//Ravage, see if you can't pick apart the monetary exchange transmissions there,// he says over a low-power radio burst.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 5, 2009 14:12:48 GMT -5
Skystrike makes a distantly puzzled expression the moment she enters the place.
So much chrome. So. Much. Chrome. She hadn't seen anything this shiny outside of Shockwave's towers and Shockwave's towers weren't reflective. After a moment of being confused by all the chrome though, Skystrike looks over the waiters and crowds milling about, attempting to spot something relatively cybertronian amongst the shiny alieness.
"Here?" the berkut mutters to Misfire, presuming that he was close by, sounding even more bemused than she had after the entire debacle with the Autobot. Annoyingly enough, she spots Needlenose and Dead End right afterwards. Should get that vision of hers checked soon.
... My, but they did manage to end up with some strange company there.
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Post by fangsan on Dec 5, 2009 15:16:14 GMT -5
//And do what once I've done so?// Ravage sends back before shutting his eyes and laying his head down to get into the task at hand. He was glad for such things to do however, they took his mind off so many around him.
With a slight twirl of his ears and listening out for any thing said or sent over the radio waves, Ravage was soon taking apart the transmissions for just about everything nearby.
His body was still as he lay under the table, his tail however flicked about mostly when he got to something that slowed him down.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Dec 5, 2009 16:33:52 GMT -5
Dead End, who has been keeping an optic and his radar active for trouble, spots the other Decepticons shortly after they enter the establishment.
"Not yet," Dead End answers, "but I think the rest of our party may want drinks". He waves at Skystrike. "Skystrike! Over here."
// After you're done questioning the barmaid, are we doing a cut and run, or holding up the place? I seem to be a bit shy on local currency. //
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Dec 6, 2009 11:43:01 GMT -5
Misfire bends over and scoops up Aimless, sitting the Nebulan on his shoulder while they head toward Needlenose and company. Too much of a chance of his partner getting stepped on in the, hustle, bustle and navigation of the tables.
He starts a bit, though, when he actually register's the waitress's oddly-familiar body shape, then frowns at Dead End's comment. //But wouldn't a drink and dash be counter-productive to fostering good opinion about our group?//
As Misfire sits, Aimless hops down onto the table and begins digging through his precious pile of adverts. Most are invites and coupons designed to get customers in the door. A few feature ladies of varied species posed in the classical burlesque manner. Hey, he can have fun on this trip too, right?
After a moment he hands a couple of coupons up to Misfire. "Here ya go, er, Boss." If he's classified as a pet, he can act the part. He'll just give Misfire hell later.
The coupons read: Loosest slots in town, guaranteed! Valid for two drink comps or one meal comp with FREE enrollment in the Spacely Sprocket High Roller Club! You play, we pay!
Misfire looks puzzled, then slides the coupons over to Needlenose. He doesn't know if their allowed to "sign up" for anything. He does not order a drink just yet.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 7, 2009 9:45:37 GMT -5
//Actually theft or running are the back-up plans,// Needlenose informs the others over radio. //Plan A depends on what our feline friend is able to accomplish in their systems. Many sufficiently advanced worlds - and don't let the trappings confuse you, Pz-Zazz does qualify - take electronic money as readily as virtual money. If our friend here can get their computer to think we're paid up, or even just get one slot machine to think we're paid up and it's time to pay out, we can just stick with subtly illegal instead of blatantly illegal.//
Needlenose, despite lack of mouth, positively beams at Misfire and Skystrike, wings and antennae perked up happily. "Misfire! Skystrike! Glad you could join us! Glad you could join us!" He motions around the table. "Have a seat and tell the lady what you'd like to drink," he says, passing the menu over.
He peers at the coupon being handed him and one antenna remains upright as the other tilts back and he thinks. Finally, both antennae go back up and he hands it back to Misfire. "Sounds like fun!" he proclaims, then leans over, murmuring, "Just watch it. Anything that looks too good to be true is."
The four-armed waitress looks a bit unnerved with the new arrivals, but then, she's been looking unnerved since her home world was first brought up. She forces a smile, however, and once more her hand hovers over her drink-entry pad. "So what can I getcha?"
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 7, 2009 11:53:00 GMT -5
Skystrike doesn't comment on the plans for electronic theivery; she was used to more physical form of theft and this was a bit out of her league. The seeker instead gives a formal greeting to those already seated before settling quietly at the table and accepting the menu from Needlenose. Technically she'd brought her own drink, but she doubted this was the place for an indoor picnic.
Picking something relatively safe looking, she says; "Tarmac," accompanied with a polite smile and nod to the waiter before handing the menu over to Misfire.
... And the waitress already looked quite unhappy, and this was in the company of people who probably had infinitely better people skills than something the seeker could dredge up on a good day. Skystrike didn't blame her though; the last time someone had been as happy to see her as Needlenose was, they'd had their head stuck under a building.
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Post by fangsan on Dec 7, 2009 14:44:41 GMT -5
As Blackarachnia had said, Ravage was native but at the same time he had his moments as well and right now he could help with the cause. //Hold on a few moments.// He Radio'd around before shutting his eyes and getting to work.
Already in the system it wouldn't take long at all for Ravage to find the currency exchange system and while yes he could of tricked the machines he also could have some fun and do something useful as well. After all they may have to hang around for awhile and so it would be good to settle in. Also he was listening to all the other radio broadcasts as well, hearing some fun little things on there.
Plus he felt like showing off and proving his worth.
If anyone was watching him they may notice the grin upon Ravage's face as the cat bike worked his tail flicked a few times before he nodded his head. //Okay I've got something for you. NeedleNose you now have a large line of credit with this place under the name CanuleNez your a Merchant who travels on and off this world alot and has does business here before. Hence your line of credit.//
Opening his eyes and looking smug and amused with himself right before he opened his eyes.
There were lots of bots at the table now. Too many around the table. Gulping gently Ravage shut his eyes, quickly going back to listening to the radio waves trying not to think about so many so close to him. His ears folding down blocking out somewhat the sounds of those at the table muffling the number of voices. a shudder running through his body.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Dec 8, 2009 8:50:44 GMT -5
// Subtlety? That will be a change for me. Not that I don't appreciate subtlety, but it's not something the Stunticons were known for, // Dead End replies drily. // Plan acknowledged, sir. Now, are you going to ask her what destroyed her world and where did it go, or do I? Keeping in mind my lack of experience with subtlety. //
Dead End peers at the coupons. "Oh, they just want to get us into to play the slots that amazingly only hit jackpot when one of their shills is playing it, and if we should accidentally hit a jackpot, there will be large creatures with heavy guns to make sure we don't go anywhere with the payout. Unless, of course, it's a plot to lure poor loners that no one will miss into the back room where they can be dismantled and sold for spare parts."
He leans over and scratches the catbike behind the 'ears' again; Ravage seems unnerved by the extra people.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Dec 8, 2009 12:07:35 GMT -5
Aimless looks hopefully up at his partner
I'm not sure this is a good idea, Aimless.
Pffft, Man, I'm hungry. And I wanna have a bit of fun, too. Cat-boy down there may has us covered for money, and I know how these places work. The more willing you are to gamble, the more they want to keep you happy. They aren't nearly so dire as Dead End makes out. Well, not normally.
Misfire sighs.
"I'm really not into the fancy stuff," he says hesitantly as he looks over the menu, "Um, what about a Techron Sunrise? Also, um, some information on this club thing," he taps the coupon, "And a dinner menu, if there is one? One with dishes suitable for organics- for my partner?" he adds as Aimless slips off his helmet
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 8, 2009 13:21:51 GMT -5
//My dear Dead End, when it comes to asking a person about how their planet got eaten, a general lack of subtlety can actually be a bonus,// Needlenose replies.
In other words, ask.
//Excellent, Ravage, noted.//
The Waitress enters in the orders. "One Tarmac and one Techron Sunrise, sure," she grins, then looks down at Misfire's pet. "Erm, well, might help if I knew his species, but I can getchoo a general organic menu, sure." She peers down at the coupon and says, "Oh." Then she straightens and her optics look slightly ceilingward as she starts to recite something from memory.
"The Highroller Club, sure. Sign up is free, and it sets up an account in your name with us and any of our associated clubs - they can be picked out by the little diamond symbol, see?" and she leans back down to point out the symbol on the ticket. "'Course, if you actually want to play you gotta put money into the account - first deposit'll get twenty percent added to it. " So mostly, it's just a scheme to get people playing at their particular games rather than anyone else's. "And yeah, the ticket's good for two drinks or a meal, too."
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 8, 2009 15:19:57 GMT -5
"Now, Dead End," Skystrike rumbles as she takes out a datapad for a light read, "there are far better things people can do in back rooms and quite a lot of them of them don't involve dismantling."
Oh, hey, there's a Ravage under the table. Skystrike casts a brief look downwards at said catbike but doesn't otherwise comment on his presence. She merely turns her attention back to the datapad, listening to the discussion on 'subtlety'; never had been particularly good with animal-things anyways.
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Dead End
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Post by Dead End on Dec 11, 2009 23:37:42 GMT -5
"Capital. I don't think I've been gambling since the one time they let us loose on Monacus," Dead End says after hearing the explanation from Traya. Since he doesn't go on to explain that 'the one time' was because the Stunticons got banned for life after that, he might sound like an innocent greenhorn, fresh off the ship and ready to be fleeced.
"Skystrike. You surprise me," he says, in a particularly mellow voice. "Perhaps you can demonstrate, if we find a suitable back room."
He picks up his drink and asks, just before Traya turns away, "So what did happen to Gillanan IV? There was an asteroid belt where the planet was supposed to be. And why was Gillanan III not responding? Did everyone die of some plague?"
----- skipping Ravage due to hiatus/time-out
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Dec 13, 2009 12:38:52 GMT -5
Misfire listens politely as the waitress gives her spiel. Aimless, however, looks eager and keeps looking from Traya to Misfire and back again.
He then pipes up, "I'm a Nebulan. So if ya got something to recommend have at. I'm not too picky."
Misfire adds, "Thank you. I'll think on it and we'll decide before we head out." In other words, he has to find out if he and Aimless will be "given" money for that initial deposit or not. Misfire isn't too keen on getting wrapped up in the local schemes, but Aimless...well, Misfire thinks he deserves a bit of fun, too, from time to time.
If, that is, Dead End's question doesn't send the girl running.
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