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Post by Rodimus Prime on Aug 1, 2010 17:17:15 GMT -5
OOC: Day 10. Pz-zazz, mid-range clothing store. Open thread.
Rodimus Prime, second in command of the Autobots, Chosen One, Matrix Bearer, checks over the folded garments in his arm basket and sighs. He had one very nice outfit that he wore to the club, and had purchased a 'normal' outfit at the same time. All it took was forgetting to remove the clothes before transforming just once and he needed another. After what happened the first time, though, Rodimus has concluded that perhaps he'll need a change or two in order to be on the safe side, although using 'change' to mean a garment that pretty much stays the same garment no matter what somehow seems to be misuse of the word.
So here he is, in a more mid-range store. Decent quality, neither particularly cheap nor expensive. Rodimus is pretty displeased that he not only has to cover up his fantastic paint job, but that he'll be doing it with something so plain. He'll probably still go open-shirted, despite the dirty looks that he tends to get over his flame motif. Darned Unicronians.
Finally, satisfied (or as satisfied that he's going to get) that he has all he needs, the young Prime heads towards the front of the store, looking for a check-out line that isn't too insanely backed up.
There isn't one.
Rodimus sighs again, and gets into one of the insanely backed up lines, since those are his only choices, anyway.
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Post by Blitzwing on Aug 1, 2010 17:40:42 GMT -5
And here is Blitzwing, also after some clothes. He's also in a similarly bad mood, having been thrown out of a book store he'd been browsing through for apparently not wearing a shirt. Apparently he'd missed a little plaque in the window stating as such, and the organic behind the counter insisted that he was "indecent" and wasn't welcome. Normally this wouldn't faze him, except he'd just found a difficult to find second book in a series of science fiction novels that he was missing. As such, he found the nearest store that didn't sell garbage and went in.
Despite the apparent haste with which he's grabbed cloths, he has got a nice looking purple suit type affair, even possessing a slot for his tank cannon to poke out of. Its also a nice shade of purple and noticeably not the blandest or cheapest of the suits on offer. Anybody suggesting that he cares a lot how he looks is still going to get a sound beating, though.
Still, he has to pay for these things now, and selects the line he thinks is likely to move fastest. Distracted as he is, he doesn't notice or recognize exactly who's ahead of him in the queue.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Aug 1, 2010 19:32:23 GMT -5
It's kind of an automatic thing for a life-long warrior like Rodimus Prime to sense when someone is walking up behind him, especially when that someone isn't trying to be subtle.
Since this isn't a combat situation, Rodimus just casually glances behind...
...and sees that Blitzwing is standing there.
He stiffens and starts to turn towards the Triple-changer, optics narrowed. "Just what the blazes are you doing here, Blitzwing?" he demands. Then he looks down at what Blitzwing is carrying and figures it out for himself.
"Oh. Never mind." He shrugs. This damn planet is... certainly odd.
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Post by Blitzwing on Aug 2, 2010 4:24:56 GMT -5
"Just who the slag do you think you are?" Blitzwing says as he balls his fist in preparation to teach some fool a lesson. When he actually looks up to see Rodimus Prime, he jumps slightly and nearly drops his purchases.
"Rodimus! I- You, how?" Is all he gets out in his confusion, trying to decide if he should draw his weapons or not. He doesn't want to fight now, and will actually want to talk after he gets over his confusion and shock. He wants to know a few things and hopefully this is the right Rodimus Prime.
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Aug 2, 2010 16:28:38 GMT -5
Jazz lines up behind Blizwing, carrying a white suit in a a dust cover, with the fedora that goes with it currently lopsided on his head - about as lopsided as the grin he gives Blitzwing and Rodimus.
"Near as I figure, he walked here," he says with a chuckle. Jazz is coming off as totally non-threatening, and hopefully Blitzwing will pick up on that, and won't go for hostility.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Aug 2, 2010 19:55:08 GMT -5
"Actually, I drove," Rodimus points out. On Pz-Zazz, he counts as a compact vehicle, but he's still large enough to be able to use the roads without too much trouble. He inclines his head towards the other Autobot. "Jazz," he greets. He turns to check on the line and sighs. It's moved forward only a little bit - hardly noticeable. He gives Blitzwing a wary look, but if there's to be a fight, it doesn't seem like the young Prime will be the one starting it.
"I guess it's shopping hour for Transformers," he observes dryly.
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Post by Blitzwing on Aug 4, 2010 4:01:14 GMT -5
"I,uh, I suppose it is." Blitzwing says as he looks uneasily first from Rodimus to Jazz and then around the store, making sure there aren't any Decepticons about, at least that he can see. They might expect him to do something brash and violent, which he'd rather not. Speaking to Jazz for a while he could explain, but there would be questions asked if he was seen to talk with a Prime for any period of time without it ending in blows.
Relaxing somewhat, he looks Rodimus Prime up and down as he tries to get some visual cue that this is the Rodimus Prime that he knew and worked along with to try and stop the Quintessions from deactivating all Transformers. He's tried not to think about it, but not knowing if they succeeded or failed has been secretly eating at him the whole time he's been here and he hasn't breathed a word of it to any of the Decepticons in case they label him traitor for working with an Autobot.
"Rodimus, do you have time to talk? Perhaps somewhere else, but theres something I need to ask you and I doubt I'll get another chance." He says to Rodimus in a low voice as he again looks around for other cons. Silently he curses himself, fearing that his reputation may cause the Prime to think this is a trap of sorts.
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Aug 4, 2010 19:10:00 GMT -5
Jazz brings a finger to his forehead in a bit of an informal salute. "Rodimus."
"Seems it is, looks like you guys got pretty good taste, coming here" Jazz says with a smirk, pulling his hat off. "Wouldn't wanna be working the registers though."
Blitzwing's request to Rodimus strikes Jazz as a little odd - usually such ploys are traps. Jazz is a bit cautious, but he'll give Blitzwing the benefit of the doubt to a degree. He didn't pull a gun or anything when he realized he was caught between two Autobots.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Aug 4, 2010 21:24:09 GMT -5
While Rodimus Prime is most certainly Rodimus Prime, there are some color differences between him and the Rodimus that Blitzwing is familiar with. He's a brighter red overall (Blitzwing's Rodimus is more maroon), his legs are red from the knee down instead of gray, his hands are orange instead of gray, his optics are a much more pale shade of blue, and his face and 'toe' are a brighter silver. Still, most of the differences are in degrees of shading, so one's ability to tell the difference is mostly reliant on how observant one is on subtle differences in color.
He gives Blitzwing a baffled look. "You want to... talk? With me?" Ooookay, this is weird. He glances at Jazz, trying to get a feel for Jazz's reaction to this business.
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Post by Blitzwing on Aug 6, 2010 9:39:37 GMT -5
This isn't a ploy, honest! He just wants to find out if he failed all transformers everywhere and doomed them to death or slavery. Its not too much to want to know, is it?
"Yeah, just talk. Is there a place you know we can go, or...?" Blitzwing asks, as ideally he doesn't want anyone to see him with Rodimus Prime or Jazz. By not offering a place to go he hopes Rodimus Prime will be less inclined to view it as a trap.
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Aug 6, 2010 10:35:08 GMT -5
Jazz shrugs at Rodimus, giving him a faint thumbs-up. The tank seems genuine enough!
"I don't know, I think we may be stuck in this line for a good while going by the pace of things." Jazz frowns. Alas, the true price of cool threads rears its head.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Aug 6, 2010 21:41:14 GMT -5
Rodimus is not inclined to trust Decepticons. He's made that mistake before. On the other hand, when he doesn't have Kup there to push him into violence (Kup is sometimes a bit of a bad influence), he's not inclined to start a fight when he doesn't need to.
And perhaps there's some sort of advantage to be gained in the conversation? Rodimus may as well go into it guardedly, if there's that chance.
He shrugs. "Think I saw a restaurant a couple of doors down," he suggests, then turns around. "Oh, hey, the line's mov- no, it's stopped," he finishes with annoyance, stepping a few feet ahead to make up for the bit the line did move.
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 23, 2010 23:48:10 GMT -5
Slugslinger eyes the shop front with a mix of burning hatred and smothering boredom while various Pz-Zazzians stroll by, most ignoring him, others catching the look on his face and giving him a wide berth as they pass. He can't very well harass the employees and complain loudly about the shoddy stuff they sell if he doesn't go in there, but the longer he hangs around on Pz-Zazz – for all that is has so many wonderful things about it – the more he hates the very idea of clothing. He happens to like how good he looks and draping meters and meters of fabric over it to spare some stupid stubby's moral virtue or sense of propriety about parts he doesn't even have is so far from the top of his list of priorities he'd need that drilling train from The Core to find it.
Finally, pleasant half-smile settling back onto his face, he steps indoors.
"…Huh. I guess this is a busy day for you guys," he remarks rather fatuously the moment he sees the lines at the cash wraps. The nearest employee, a grey-skinned female busy sorting and folding a table of shirts, gallantly hides her eyerolling reflex and gives him a sunny smile that bares rows of needle-like teeth.
"Welcome," she says. "If you need any help, just let one of us know."
"Oh, I won't need it," he replies smoothly. "Not from you, anyway." He doesn't wait to see the look she gives him, but he hopes it's a good one once he puts her behind him and starts ambling deeper into the store. Are those some Autobot emblems he spies in the queue? He grins an amiable, teeth-bared grin. Maybe coming in here was a better idea than he'd originally thought.
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Aug 24, 2010 16:36:18 GMT -5
Jazz moves up as well. And he feels that Blitzwing ought to be given a bit of a fair chance - he did ask nicely, after all. And if it's a trap, well, they should be able to handle it.
The guy who's entered the store draws a curious glance from Jazz.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Aug 24, 2010 18:04:28 GMT -5
As Blitzwing fades into Background Scene Filler Mode (at least until his player returns), the line inches forward, more slowly than it should.
He spies the newly arriving Decepticon and frowns faintly, unable to place the face - and that's one hell of a distinctive face. Rodimus is pretty sure he'd have remembered if he'd seen it before. He frowns faintly, but his attention is drawn forward as the line starts to move again.
And then stops.
"Oh, come on!" he exclaims, frustrated. He glances back at Jazz and smirks. "Maybe we picked the wrong shop."
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