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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 8, 2010 22:36:30 GMT -5
"If that's nothing, I'm not sure I want to see something," Skyblast murmurs. Difference of opinion? Arcee all but shooing them away? What, did they get into a brawl over rifles versus crossbow for hunting or something? He looks from Arcee to Mirage, squinting. Well, that throws one daydream out the porthole, if those two don't get along.
He tries to tug on Mirage's sleeve gently and insists, "False modesty doesn't suit you. That suit does. But right, right, let's get on with it, then."
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Post by Arcee (RotF) on Aug 9, 2010 2:40:49 GMT -5
Arcee goes both ways--that is to say, she likes rifles and crossbows, though she hasn't used a bow since it's been destroyed, and misses it something terrible.
The pink bike resists rolling her optics, though the corners of her lips twitch. Sure, a difference of opinion, let's go with that. While Arcee isn't exactly jumping for joy at having Mirage in their room and won't say 'no' to having him out of it, she really does just want them to get to wherever they have reservations. Even if it's with Mirage, she wants Skyblast to enjoy himself, and if she wasn't in a bad mood, she'd be a lot happier at the fact that the sky painter has found somebody whose company he appears to enjoy.
Really enjoy.
//I hope you have fun, Skyblast.// she radioes him privately. Arcee'll wave them out and bid them farewell when they leave before shutting the door and plopping down on her berth.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 9, 2010 10:26:37 GMT -5
"But it isn't false modesty!" Mirage protests, "You certainly do look more lovely than I this evening. It's a difficult thing to do, mind, but you have managed it."
He gives Arcee a little half bow as he guides Skyblast out of the room.
Skip, skip, skip to the planet. The restaurant is an aviators club, and only the winged (having your pilots license counts as wings) need apply. Winged patrons may bring non-winged guests. Skyblast already has a membership card, because Mirage's is a sneaky sneak who copied the jet long enough to fill out the application. Which means the reservations are actually in Skyblast's name. Thread is still open.
The aviator's club, Wing and a Prayer, is situated atop a high needle structure which juts out from the middle of one of Pz-Zazz's largest non-tourist cities. The club is actually high enough to look down at the clouds and be well above the city smog. It's built almost entirely of reinforced glass, so that patrons are literally surrounded by sky.
It is particularly lovely in the evening (as it is now), with moonlight reflecting off the clouds. Interior lighting is kept soft and to a minimum so as not to interrupt the ambiance. The supports, and tables are all gleaming brass and copper, with the seats and few other touches made of polished hardwood for added warmth.
Despite this, it seems comfortable, lived in, and there other than a small sign requiring robotic patrons to wear pants, there doesn't seem to be any dress code. All walks and class of pilots are represented here.
Mirage pauses in the foyer. The hostess just took a five-top to a table, so it will be a moment before he and Skyblast are seated. It will allow the jet a chance to look around.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 9, 2010 16:51:39 GMT -5
"Have a good night, Arcee, but I think mine will be better!" Skyblast can't resist taking as a parting shot, winking as he leaves.
Skyblast is aloof enough not to gawk, but there's definitely wide-opticed wonder and a touch of a smile on his face at this oasis above the clouds that Mirage seems to have found. Pz-Zazz is a wounded world compared to the one he remembers, and he can't forget that here, but he can accept that is something completely different and beautiful in its own way without constantly comparing it to what he knew back home.
Skyblast can't help drifting towards a window-wall as they wait, narrowing his optics as he looks to see if the 'window' can open. He looks back at Mirage, looking at him closely. Is Mirage okay with the heights?
(Now, if the organic patrons aren't required to wear pants, too, Skyblast will be a bit annoyed.)
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Post by Mirage on Aug 9, 2010 23:04:16 GMT -5
There are windows inset into the window-walls, and some of them are open. Most of these are in the foyer, however, and not the actual dining area.
Of course the organics must wear pants! That's a given. But robots sometimes forget them.
Mirage has no trouble at all with heights, and he drifts up next to Skyblast to admire the view as well. He tries to slip his arm around the jet's shoulders and hug him close.
In short order, the hostess returns. She gestures the couple over, checks their reservation, and then leads them to table situated against one of the window-walls. She leave them with a pair of menus.
Mirage is the only car in the place, and he and Skyblast are getting a few odd looks.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 10, 2010 14:20:08 GMT -5
Skyblast is pretty sorely tempted to just jump out a window-wall and see if he can strip and transform before he hits the clouds and go play among the lancing moonbeams. That, however, would do Mirage ill. So he follows the hostess Mirage to the table, instead.
Remembering a bit of civility, he tries to get Mirage's chair for him, bowing with a flourish.
Odd looks. Like Skyblast isn't used to those. His nose ends up ever so slightly in the air, unthinkingly.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 10, 2010 18:16:50 GMT -5
Mirage actually turns to try and seat Skyblast, only to find that the little jet is attempting the same for Mirage. The gesture earns Skyblast a pleased little smirk from the spy as Mirage takes his seat first without protest.
He takes up a menu after Skyblast is seated, perusing it with the barest of frowns. Certainly, Skyblast will have no trouble finding something suitable for his tanks here, as nearly all the non-organic fare is designed for flight-system optimization.
There's absolutely nothing suitable for a high-end race car. Oh well. Mirage has made do with worse.
"So, my lovely, what looks good to you?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 10, 2010 18:53:26 GMT -5
"Aside from you?" Skyblast replies, his facial panels shifting to quirk his brow. He takes his own seat after Mirage and fidgets a bit. He has trouble staying still, but he focuses on the menu, running his finger down it and trying to decide.
They don't have his favourite, but his favourite is nowhere to be found in this universe. He'll have to talk to a specialist about it.
His other finger ends up on his lower lip as he thinks. He doesn't want to get plastered. He wants a clear head and clean, slow burn fuel for endurance, rather than a quick burst that gutters out fast.
Skyblast frowns when Mirage frowns, and he sets his menu down, saying softly, "Can you find something that won't turn your fuel tank?"
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Post by Mirage on Aug 10, 2010 22:41:16 GMT -5
"Darling, my looking good is a given, and you wouldn't be here with me if you didn't find the view pleasing," Mirage smirks, all trace of frown gone, "I was referring to the menu."
He reaches out with one hand and tries to take one of Skyblast's. "Oh, certainly, I can find something. Their mixers are all top shelf; I'm sure they can whip up something on request."
It won't be terribly filling, and may make Mirage a bit tipsy, but that's all right. A little tipsy never hurt anyone.
Shortly thereafter, a waiter comes by to take their order. Mirage asks, "I'll take a Sloe Lane Tonic, with a bitters twist, and have the bartender dirty it up a bit, please."
Their waiter raises a eyebrow, but nods, then turns to Skyblast, "And for you sir?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 10, 2010 22:56:25 GMT -5
Skyblast actually thinks for a moment, frowning, when Mirage comments that Skyblast wouldn't be there if he didn't find the view pleasing, and he starts to say, "Actually, I-"
But oh, the water is there. Skyblast smiles pleasantly and asks, "I'd like a Schneider Cup, please."
As soon as the waiter goes, he takes Mirage's hand and finishes explaining, "-I'd still be interested even the view wasn't what it is. I mean, yes, that was a part of the initial attraction, but if you were horribly scarred in battle - do your kind scar? Mine do, sometimes - that wouldn't bother me now."
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Post by Mirage on Aug 10, 2010 23:33:06 GMT -5
Mirage smiles fondly at Skyblast, "I appreciate that, love, I truly do. Not many think enough of me to say that- and actually mean it." He rubs his thumb over Skyblast's knuckles, then tries to pull the jet's hand up and kiss it, a slightly lingering kiss.
"As for scarring- it can happen, but seldom. It's the rare thing we can't heal or repair. We can even survive a beheading, provided the feedback to our systems doesn't cause cascade failure," Mirage frowns, "I am vain enough, though, that were something permanently damaging happened to me, I'd put quite a lot of effort into having it fixed."
"So how do you like this establishment? Was I right to think you'd find it pleasing?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 11, 2010 0:06:12 GMT -5
Mmm, kisses on the hand!
"Bumblebee's the famous example in my reality - broken voice module that the medics can't repair, but I worked with Strongarm for a while, and his face was..." Skyblast's voice drifts off. It's not really a proper topic of discussion now, is it?
His smiles becomes a little lopsided. "It's nice to have something pretty looking back in the mirror. Wouldn't blame for you trying to fix your looks if something unfortunate happened. I'd do the same. But if you couldn't get it fixed... I mean it, I really do." He looks up at Mirage, quite serious.
He leans back a bit in chair and looks around some more. "Good visibility. Good atmosphere. Yes, I like it very much." His head tilts. "Just how much work was it for you to find it?"
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Post by Mirage on Aug 11, 2010 17:35:45 GMT -5
Mirage's gaze softens a bit more at Skyblast's assurances. Mirage's lips part to tell the skypainter again just how much that means- how much Skyblast means- to Mirage, but at the last second the spy catches himself. Skyblast doesn't want to hear those kinds of declarations.
"That means a lot to me, dearest. Quite a lot. It's nice to be wanted for something other than my looks or my cloaking ability."
At the questions about the location, Mirage shakes his head, "Not too terribly difficult. It's a habit of mine to search out unique places of entertainment, and after hearing how you disliked your first trip down, I wanted to find someplace extra special for you."
"So... what exactly happened to cause you to get in trouble earlier? You mentioned something about it in passing, but we were interrupted before I could ask for details."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 11, 2010 20:27:43 GMT -5
"You're a good Autobot, Mirage," Skyblast says earnestly. Autobot, not friend, not anything more.
He smiles though, and he comments, "You're certainly good at it, and it wasn't my first trip down. That's the problem."
Skyblast laughs and admits, "I made a pass at a Decepticon, and the brass took it seriously."
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Post by Mirage on Aug 11, 2010 22:14:36 GMT -5
The waiter returns with their drinks, and Mirage lets go of Skyblast's hand. Mirage's drink is served in a martini glass, and is a pale orange in color, two dark cubes skewered by a silver pick are slowly dissolving into the mixture. He swirls it slightly, takes a sip, and makes a small sound of satisfaction.
Mirage tilts his head and studies Skyblast, expression thoughtful and serious. That was very deliberate phrasing on the jet's part, too deliberate.
It hurts, just the barest bit, but the hurt doesn't show.
"Hmpf. I am actually a rather terrible Autobot, Skyblast. But again, I thank you for the compliment."
"A Decepticon, eh? They don't have very many cars, but the ones they have are pretty enough, I suppose. Did he respond favorably?"
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