Club Con, Deadzone Charter

[Jetstorm (BM)]

Ah, that was a wonderful break. Jetstorm had managed to talk one person down so much they had just dropped their fliers and walked off, mumbling something or another. Jetstorm took that as a victory. Others were not so lucky. He sent them in the direction of Eye-Fire and was playing blissfully unaware of what the other was going to do.

"Ah, Swindle, things are going well," Jetstorm sets down on the bar itself in front of Swindle after spotting him sitting there. He looks out as well and then cocks his head to the side to glance up at the Con. "There are, as far as I know, no more others outside of our establishment. And if they gave problems... Mmm, I looked the other way while Eye-Fire worked," he lowers his voice at the last part of his sentence. He taps his claws together and looks like he'd have a wicked grin on his face.

He glances over towards the arcade where the Autobots are and sneers, "What's that thing stomping about like an idiot for?"

[Duskwing]

About this time, Duskwing resurfaced. He stomped up to Swindle, frowning slightly. "Hey, Boss! I did the s'curity sweep like you done told me. Caught some goomba on the roof messing with the dishes--I dunno what he was doin', you maybe want a tech to look at the black box. I ain't no circuit-tweaker, could be a bug, could be a bomb, I dunno." The dark blue and purple Seeker shrugged.

Duskwing eyed Swindle's drink. "Hey, staff get free drinks, right? Perk of workin' here, right? On account of you wanna keep our morale up and keep us alert and stuff."

[Jazz [G1]]

Jazz moves up to the DDR machine, leaning on the cabinet of a different game nearby. "Man, SP, you need to work on your moves. Can't be smooth if you can't dance!"

Jazz is so smooth, he makes protoforms' bottoms look like the horrid spiky terrain from Movieverse Cybertron. Thus, he must be awesome at dancing.

[Sentinel Prime]

Sentinel Prime is startled to be called 'SP' - brings back memories, it does, and he missteps, completely ruining that last song. He pauses for a moment to look back over at Jazz, and for a moment, it's a completely different Jazz he's seeing. He recovers, frowns, rubs the back of his helmet, and gestures with his free hand, asking, "Did one of the Twins tell you that my Jazz used to call me that?"

Sentinel Prime is slick. That's a bit different than smooth and not nearly as useful towards dancing.

[Swindle]

"Jetstorm, Duskwing, welcome back," Swindle says, grinning. Someone's messing with things on the roof? If it's not one thing it's another. "I'll send someone up to check it out. Maybe Hook can actually make himself useful. Yes, you get free drinks, but don't get overcharged." Swindle sips his own drink reflectively before adding, "You know, Dusky, considering the processor you're operating on, you can be a pretty manipulative mechanism when you want to. I mean that in the best possible way."

Swindle chuckles and turns to face the arcade. "That thing is a customer, and he's playing Fight the Power via Dancing." Sip. "Poorly."

[Jetstorm (BM)]

There's a pause before he looks back and forth between Swindle and the bar. He looks interested in the prospect of free anything, but then again, having to drink through a port on his side looks awkward in public. He frowns a bit. "I'll take it later, Swindle."

"What other perks do we get?" he asks, leaning his chin on one hand while putting the bend of his arm against his waist. "Do say it's a room in the hotel. Those rooms are so posh. You really hit the score with that one, hm!"

[Duskwing]

Hook will handle it, so the box is Not Duskwing's Problem any more is what his audial processors translate. Also, Duskwing Gets Free Drinks. That left one more thing...

"So what should I do with the goomba? I got him stashed in a closet." He turned to the bartender. "Gimme a light energon, will ya? Got work to do."

Then back to Swindle. "Nah, I know better then that. Gettin' ov--over--overcharged on duty is a good way to get your fuel pump ganked by 'Bots comin' out of the sewers."

Speaking of which, Duskwing's flight surfaces twitch at the sight of Sentinel Prime and Jazz. His arm guns begin to whine as they charge. Whispering, he says to Swindle, "Boss, you a hostage, or dey unsuspectin'? 'Cause you got two real Autobots dere--I dunno the tall goofball, but Jazz is frickin' dangerous! He's a sabot--sab--a guy what wrecks things in secret and ain't a Wrecker."

[Jazz [G1]]

Jazz makes a slightly confused face, then pokes the brim of his fedora. "No way, man. Maybe myself and your Jazz aren't all that different, despite the whole ninja angle." He shrugs, glancing back at Swindle's area. Looks like the peanut gallery came back. Good timing - Jazz has it.

His tone falls quiet now. "Looks like these guys are already being targeted by other casinos in town. Not sure what all could be done from the inside as a part-time dance-floor DJ, but it's worth a shot, I figure. At least apply heat to two sides on 'em. Make them more likely to screw something up, y'know?" Jazz smirks. "Or even have them so focused on two things that they don't see a third thing ready to take 'em down."

[Dr. James Hook]

Hook is around, if people want to dragoon him into checking on the dish on the roof. He is, in fact adjusting one of the televisions in the sports bar (there has to be a sports bar) because it is ever so slightly misaligned.

[Sentinel Prime]

"Maybe," Sentinel Prime replies, sounding uncertain. His Jazz was the closest thing he had to a friend in a very long time. If this Jazz really isn't that different...

He raises a finger over his lip and shoots Jazz a serious look. That is exactly what he wants to be talking about, but he doesn't want to be talking about it right now and right here.

As he's out of quarters, he steps away from the machine. His score is nowhere near good enough to get him on the top score list.

[Swindle]

"Well, you get a discount on rooms, and some free chips if you want to gamble. Also you get health insurance if you work here long enough, including dental." Swindle eyes Jetstorm's mouthplate. "Though you probably don't need to worry about that."

"Which closet is he in, Duskwing? It's not the janitorial closet on the third floor with all the cleaning chemicals in it, is it? If it isn't, just leave him there for now. If he is in that one, move him to a different one before he makes mustard gas by accident. We don't need that on our insurance premiums." The conbot takes a sip of his drink as the bartender places a glass full of the glowy pink stuff in front of the Seeker. "As opposed to a couple of fake Autobots, Dusky? Heh. Actually," he whispers, "Shockwave wants me to hire Jazz. That way we can keep an eye on him."

The prodigal Constructicon displays excellent timing. //Hook, some "goomba" has been messing with the equipment on the roof. Think you could check it out?//

[Jetstorm (BM)]

"Oh, ha ha. Yes, make fun of me for not having a mouth. I think I look good without one," Jetstorm says. He rolls his optics. "I'm going to go get a room and then declare it my own for as long as I can. Though I don't know who to ask so you're as good as any. Well... Or Shockwave if he's around but I'd prefer not to talk to him."

Jetstorm pauses and then nods his head lightly, "If I'm not needed then, I think I'll take my break now. The reports should be finished and processing for you to read later, Swindle."

[Duskwing]

Duskwing nodded, his face serious and intent on Swindle's "orders". He stopped nodding for a few minutes as he processed what the yellow and purple Jeep-former had to say, then shook his head.

"Nah, he's in that funny closet in the basement with all the cables and plugs. 'Spose he might choke himself with a wire or somethin', but dat's his tough luck." Duskwing shrugged, then looked at the Autobots suspiciously.

"Fake Autobots?" Now the dark blue and purple Seeker just looked confused. "Is dat like when Megatron makes drone clones of Prime? Huh. So you don't want me to shoot Jazz? What about the other one, you want him shot or out of here or what?"

Duskwing glares at Sentinel Prime, strongly suspecting that the Autobot is just the kind of riff-raff Swindle's club doesn't need, and already forgetting he wasn't supposed to interact with the customers out front. For some mysterious reason...

[Jazz [G1]]

This Jazz is a little more vocal than Sentinel Prime's Jazz in terms of disagreeing, but there's no reason they can't eventually become similar buddies!

"Should we cut out, then? Swindle wants me to jump through hoops like a cyber-dolphin before they'll let me on, need to get some info for him first. Application type stuff..."

Jazz adjusts the brim of his hat, glancing sideways at Swindle's group. "Don't like how that Seeker keeps lookin' at us."

[Dr. James Hook]

//I am certain that I could,// Hook replies mildly, //No thinking required to answer such a trivial question.//

So Hook stops harassing the sport bar televisions and tromps off to go find a service elevator to go check on the roof.

Riveting!