Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 11, 2010 22:26:01 GMT -5
Skyblast's drink is served in something like a miniature trophy cup, rimmed with sea salt. The drink itself is a rather pure azure. He licks the rim lightly before pouring and aliquot into his mouth to mix with the salt.
He laughs like the peal of bells and insists, "Yeah? If you're a terrible Autobot, what does that make me? You're not the one in trouble for fraternising with the enemy!"
Skyblast rubs the back of his helmet. "Counterpunch? Favourably? Oh, fires of the Fallen, no!"
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Aug 11, 2010 23:26:00 GMT -5
Rook isn't what you'd call an aviator, but he does have wings, and he does like exclusive clubs. Tonight he has reservations at Wing and a Prayer for a nice booth with an excellent view of the city. It'll be nice to get away from the press of Decepticons on Ship for the evening.
A hostess leads the crow to his table, taking short strides so he doesn't have to run to keep up. He makes a mental note to leave her positive feedback as he takes his seat.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 11, 2010 23:57:10 GMT -5
"Oh, Primus- that's right. You were working with him when you called me a few days ago. So you got in trouble for hitting on him? Darling, it's a wonder you didn't wind up in the infirmary. That one has a temper, he does."
Mirage sips his drink, then asks mildly, "How did Command find out? Certainly the Decepticon didn't register a complaint for harassment with Autobot Security."
Inwardly, though, Mirage sighs. Punch's report was probably highly interesting. Pity Mirage can't read those things.
He doesn't know Rook to even notice the Predacon's entrance.
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Mindwipe
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Post by Mindwipe on Aug 12, 2010 0:23:03 GMT -5
Waiting at Rook's table is a much larger robot, dressed in clothing reminiscent of Dracula's wardrobe - a rather comfy red housecoat, black pinstripe pants, and a long black and purple cloak with gold trim and a high collar. He's sitting leaned back in his chair a bit, fingers steepled.
Once the Predacon arrives, Mindwipe perks up. "Ah, Rook! A pleasure that you could make it. Did you travel well?"
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 13, 2010 0:21:12 GMT -5
Skyblast frowns for a moment and replies, "Uhm, apparently, he complained to my supervisor, who... went and told Kup?"
He rubs the back of his helmet and shrugs.
Then he smiles goofily and boasts, "Oh, don't worry about me. I could have taken him if it came to blows..." His optics narrow and squints over at one of the other tables. The one guy looks vaguely familiar, but maybe there are others who look like him who aren't creepy Decepticons.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Aug 13, 2010 0:53:46 GMT -5
Rook is also dressed in formal-wear, even if we didn't notice it initially. The camera angle must have been wrong. The Predacon has made a few concessions to genre, and so is dressed in a neat black business suit with gold cufflinks. He has drawn the line at pinstripes and a fedora however.
Sliding into the booth across from Mindwipe, he responds, "I wouldn't miss it for the world, my friend. After all, my other option was a boring energon cube in the mess hall. I traveled well enough, though I'll have to decontaminate when I get back home. The smog on this infernal planet wreaks horrors on my air filters. I trust your trip was uneventful?" Rook smiles and exchanges meaningless pleasantries with the waitress when she brings their menus. He cracks his open and turns to the organic section. "Ah, Mindwipe, I do feel a bit sorry for you at times. Having a vehicular alternate mode you miss out on half the culinary pleasures in life."
Rook glances across the room at the two Autobots. Skyblast doesn't appear familiar at all, especially in his new outfit, but Mirage is suspiciously Mirage-like.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 13, 2010 12:25:55 GMT -5
Mirage smiles at Skyblast's assurances, but says nothing. Counterpunch is not as an enemy to best as some might think, and Mirage doesn't know how good at melee Skyblast is.
Mirage does, though, follow Skyblasts's gaze toward the table holding Mindwipe and Rook. The spy, of course, doesn't recognize either of them.
"Someone you know?" Mirage asks, tone quiet and careful. Mirage's brand is hidden by his clothing, but as mentioned previously, Mirage is rather well known, and is oddly an almost universal constant. Sure, sometimes he's Decepticon, and sometimes he isn't even a racecar. But we don't talk about those folks in polite company.
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Mindwipe
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Post by Mindwipe on Aug 13, 2010 22:01:51 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, quite uneventful, other than a few odd looks from some individuals with no taste," Mindwipe answers, glancing at his fingertips. Mindwipe defies Pz-Zazz's genre and substitutes his own.
Keeping two eyes on Rook, Mindwipe's third sweeps the room, and settles on Mirage and Skyblast's table. He does see Rook glancing over as he opens his own menu. "Well, I will admit that organics can provide some rather interesting entertainment, but that's their highest point, to me - at least the ones on Earth." Then his tone falls quiet. "The blue one looks faintly familiar, but not one I know... The other, though, Skyblast - he is quite the celebrity where I come from."
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 13, 2010 23:26:40 GMT -5
Sometimes Mirage is a Vehicon who acts like Skywarp, but that Mirage is especially not mentioned.
Skyblast is dressed up like a WWI aviator, courtesy of Mirage, but his wings are visible, and his wings both have pale grey Autobot brands on them. Those, plus his general build and his gold-eyed face are enough to identify him. He is, after all, a celebrity back home.
Skyblast murmurs lowly, "Could be. Could be nothing." He sips his drink, determined not to let possible Decepticons ruin his night.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Aug 14, 2010 14:04:55 GMT -5
"The blue one could be a Mirage, though I'd have to consult the database to be certain. The history tracks on my Cybertron contain very few pictures of him," the crow says quietly as he continues to examine his own menu.
"Sentient organics can be entertaining for all the same reasons as sentient machines, but I am referring more to foodstuffs. The grilled vegetable platter actually looks quite good. I might have to order one to take home with me." Rook sometimes has inexplicable urges to steal vegetables and grains, but he's not telling Mindwipe that.
"You know, I have half a mind to go over there and introduce myself to them, but I doubt command would approve."
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Post by Mirage on Aug 14, 2010 14:38:48 GMT -5
Mirage eyes Skyblast curiously, then shrugs. The spy smiles and sips his drink. He doesn't wish anything to interfere with this night either.
He reaches over and takes Skyblast's hand again. Mirage raising the painter's fingers to his lips and nibbles lightly upon them, trying to distract Skyblast from whatever was bothering him.
"We should spend more time together like this. As I said before, you have an uncanny knack for improving my mood." He rubs his cheek along the back of Skyblast's hand, catlike.
"So- you've been on a Pz-Zazz before? What was it like in your time?"
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Mindwipe
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Post by Mindwipe on Aug 14, 2010 15:56:27 GMT -5
Mindwipe shrugs one wing. "A shame perhaps, but not something I will lose defrag over," he answers, perusing his menu. He is...indecisive about what to get.
One optic looks up at Rook, however. (Having that third one can be so useful sometimes.) "...might I ask why you would consider such a thing?" Mindwipe is curious!
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 14, 2010 20:24:20 GMT -5
Sometimes Mirage is a boat who loves Megatron.
Skyblast laughs and asks, "Are my fingers that much more interesting than your dinner? Not that I mind being an appetizer."
He looks startled and asks, "Really? Do I?"
But oh, Mirage has asked him to talk, and Skyblast can't turn that down. He explains, "It was a lovely planet, really. Very green with planet growth, very clean. Gambling and resort mecca, but the gambling raised tax money for the local communities, paid for good schools and infrastructure. I was on a team looking for the Allspark there. We'd heard rumours of miracles, you see. But it wasn't there, of course." His expression turns wistful.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 14, 2010 22:42:12 GMT -5
The grin on Slugslinger's face belies how much he'd rather be anywhere but here. Well, he doesn't mind being here. It's a pretty snazzy-looking place and he feels right at home, flexing his shoulder vanes and taking in the atmosphere.
It's his company and the reason he's here that jam up his turbines. Of all the people to get stuck with for punishment – and come on, he didn't do anything wrong! Nothing major, anyway – it had to be some humourless, grumpy car. Nevertheless, Slugslinger gives Counterpunch that same devil-may-care grin and tries to hook the ill-tempered groundpounder's arm on his.
"Comfy lookin' joint," he says quietly through his grin, "but try not to booze it up too hard. I'd hate to have to leave my partner for the cleaning crew 'cause I couldn't fly his drunk chassis back."
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 15, 2010 0:25:58 GMT -5
Counterpunch's elbow is hooked onto Slugslinger's arm, though only because Counterpunch had been so busy examining the surroundings that he was taken off-guard. His optics flicker in surprise and he turns towards Slugslinger to glare at the jet, optic band narrowed.
He snatches his arm away and continues to glare at his 'date,' silently daring him to try that again. He growls out, "I'll keep that in mind." Then he looks around at the 'openness' of the environment.
"Feels weird to be out... out here in all this without my antigravs on," he grumbles before looking around at the other guests. He and his 'date' haven't been seated yet, but because of the open design of the club, he can still see a good number of the other patrons. He doesn't show any particular reaction either at spotting other Decepticons or at the Autobots... or at who the Autobots were.
After all, if he looked startled every time he ran into an Autobot he recognized in a place he wasn't expecting, he'd have been found out ages ago.
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