Just The Thing

[Spinister]

Day 24, starts on Ship, but will be moving to the surface soon after. Open.

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Spinister has never had cause to try to sneak up on someone in a wheelchair. He finds this challenge fun. Certainly, it reduces his height, which is interesting. Makes it hard to loom over people.

Right now, he is trying to sneak up on Misfire. Provided that he can silently glide the wheelchair into position, he will then reach up and try to grab Misfire by the shoulder to yank him down. If Spinister cannot loom intimidatingly, he can try to make people kneel.

[Misfire]

Spinister could be sneaky on rusty roller skates if he really wanted to.

Misfire yelps as his shoulder is grabbed and he is yanked down. Rather than kneeling, he loses his balance and spins slightly, winding up half sprawled across Spinister, his face in the helicopter's lap.

Sputtering in embarrassment- and not a little fright- Misfire tries to struggle back on his feet.

"Spinister! What... I... um...."

"Can I help you with something, sir?"

OOC: suggestive sprawling on Spinister done with permission.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

There's something distracting about the noises in the hallway that draws Jetstorm closer. He peers down the hall that he hears them coming from and then flies along, over to find the scene of Misfire awkwardly positioned over Spinister's lap.

Jetstorm tilts his head back and looks a bit confused. "Oh my. Did I interrupt something about to happen?" he asks, his tone one of amusement.

[Spinister]

This is the wrong Targetmaster jet to be on Spinister's lap. This is amusing, not intimidating. To answer Misfire's question, he stares at Misfire for a long moment, points at Misfire, and then points over down the hallway, toward the airlock that is currently hooked up to the space station where they are docked. C'mon, Misfire, Spinister wants you to go adventuring with him!

Hairsplitter mentally informs him that he should be embarrassed by Jetstorm's insinuations. Singe mentally informs him that he should tell Jetstorm that Spinister is just that awesome and all the jets wants a piece of him. Spinister settles on shrugging ambivalently and trying to wheel towards that docked airlock, provided Misfire is off his lap by now.

[Misfire]

Misfire finches at the silent direction. Spinster isn't talking. At all. Sure, that isn't that odd for the Mayhem commander. However, it is damnably unnerving.

Carefully, Misfire stands. "Um, hey Jetstorm. No. Nothing at all that I am aware of, um..." Misfire scratches the back of his head, trying to ignore Aimless chortling over the same thing as Spinister's partners. Besides, what if Needlenose had come by? Misfire totally doesn't want to torque him off.

"So, you want me to push you?" Misfire asks Spinster. After getting a quiet nod from Spinster, Misfire starts to roll the chair toward the airlock.

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OOC: posing of Spinister done w/ permission

[Jetstorm (BM)]

Jetstorm only chuckles a bit and puts a hand over his mouth plate. He then looks at Spinister and tilts his head a bit to the side, "Good to see you active, sir," he says, and then floats a bit closer to the pairing.

"Going out? I could use some fresh air, as stagnant as it is on Pz-Zazz..." He declares as he flies over by Misfire, a bit above him and peers at the door, then down at the two.

[Spinister]

Spinister holds up a pair of tickets down to the surface, headed to Ville-Lumière, a rather trendy, cosmopolitan, high fashion city. One of the tickets is made out for Spinister and the other is made out for Misfire¹. Being evil secret police means never having to say sorry for appropriating the personal information of one's comrades and buying them tickets. So Spinister has been planning this... whatever it is for a while, Misfire may realise. They're not really good tickets, but Spinister's in no hurry, and he's stoic about inconveniences.

He nods absently in answer to Jetstorm. Spinister would prefer to be up and walking on his own, but he'll take being alive. Sure, he can walk if he takes enough chemicals to steady himself, but otherwise, he's too shaky - his balance is shot, and he just falls over. He'd rather avoid ingesting too many unnecessary chemicals right now, though. And yes, he is going out, though not per se for fresh air. His intentions are a bit different.

Jetstorm can come if he wants. It's not a full flight - Jetstorm will find getting a ticket easy enough if he wants.

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¹ OOC: I hope this is okay. If not, let me know, and I'll edit.

[Misfire]

Misfire peers at the tickets. Huh. Wonder what Spinister wants to do there?

Looks like we've been drafted for crip-sitting. Aimless grumbles.

Misfire shrugs one shoulder as he pushes Spinister along. What, he's going to argue with the leader of the Mayhems? Misfire isn't stupid.

"I'm fine with you coming along, Jetstorm. And, er, I imagine so is Spinister. He'd probably have at least glared at you if he didn't want you to," Misfire laughs, only a little nervously, "Whatever he's got planned, he's probably saving up his words so as not waste them."

Some mechs used to joke that Spinister's programming only allowed him so many spoken words a day. Misfire wonders if that's actually true. Which... would explain Needlenose. The artist can talk for the both of them.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

"Excellent," Jetstorm nods and then looks to the outside, ready to go. The last time he went, there were some unpleasantries with Skyfire. This time though, he has two larger Transformers with him, and even though one is in a wheelchair, that's better than nothing.

He's just waiting for the go ahead to head out.

[Spinister]

On the trip, Spinister hands Misfire what would loosely be described as a shopping list, if shopping lists were planned like assassinations of heads of state. It contains blueprints of various stores, pulled from the public archives, plus maps, plus reviews of the stores and listings of their hours, all laid out so as to travel from store to store with maximum efficiency while avoiding spots where snipers would have a good vantage point on them. All the exits are clearly labeled, as are windows.

The list of stores is a bit bewildering. Art galleries, electronics shops, high fashion boutiques, weapon sellers, artisan fuel candy stores, and some more... questionable stops. And look, one of those is first on the list!

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Later, on the surface

This store sure is questionable. The sign is just a big question mark. The windows are rather dark, and for Ville-Lumière, this is a bad district. Spinister is alert, but he doesn't seem to be too worried. If Misfire is pushing him around, his hands are free. His aim is bad right now, but Spinister's idea of bad aim is 'torso shot instead of head shot'.

[Misfire]

Misfire spent the flight down looking over Spinster's mission documents. Misfire has no idea what the purpose of this excursion is, or why Spinster wants him of all mechs to help, but Misfire will do his best to not piss of the Mayhem.

When he rolls Spinister into the first shop, though, Misfire stops dead inside just inside the door for a few seconds. Then, slowly, he starts to push Spinster's chair further in.

Firstly, the place is not really laid out for those in wheelchairs. There's the minimum clearance between aisle, but just barely, and the turns are tight in places. That doesn't bother Misfire as much as what's on display, however.

"Um, Spinister? I'm going to regret this, but why, exactly, are we stopping at a fetish shop?"

Sure, Misfire saw on the dossier that it was an adult shop. But... wow. This place caters to the robots and cyborgs mainly, by the looks of it.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

Jetstorm did find that buying a ticket into the city was easy enough, though he had to wonder why he had to buy one in the first place. He guesses if he doesn't have one, being thrown out in a very disgracing way will be his fate. He returns to Spinister and Misfire, only to be confused as to why they're going in such a shop.

Also embarrassed. What are they doing here?! Is Spinister really into that kind of thing? Misfire asks the question that was on Jetstorm's mind, so the general just leans an elbow on his hip and puts his chin in his hand.

He can't help but look at what there is for sale. And wonder how they work.

[Spinister]

The ticket was for the shuttle to get to the city.

Spinister explains in a patient voice, "We? Because you're the only other Targetmaster jet and I need your advice. Have to get something for Needlenose that he'll enjoy." He has no idea why Jetstorm tagged along. Boredom?

Spinister could just ask Needlenose, but Spinister enjoys surprising people entirely too much. Luckily, Spinister is binary bound to Singe, or else this would have gone something along the lines of, 'Surprise! I kidnapped you in your recharge and took you to a private hunting ground where you get to hunt real people.' Singe pointed Spinister along somewhat more socially acceptable gifts for one's sweetheart, but Singe is not an alien robot jet and doesn't know what alien robot jets go for.

[Misfire]

Misfire cycles his optics in a slow blink. So, Spinister thinks Misfire would know what kinks are most likely to get Needlenose off?

But... but... Misfire doesn't even have a boyfriend! For that matter, he... doesn't have a lot of experience, really, given that most folks don't want to hook up with the biggest loser in the ranks.

"Oh."

"I, er, really don't know much about what Needlenose likes. We don't talk much. I guess... start with what you think looks interesting and I can tell you what the average jet might react? Jetstorm might be able to offer some insight, too."

If the little jet doesn't decide this is way too weird and bolts on the big guys.

[Jetstorm (BM)]

Jetstorm also blinks, and kinda just stares at Misfire. He looks flustered for a moment before he speaks.

"Me?! You want me. To figure out what orifice that thing should go into? If you haven't noticed, I don't have any. I'm not an expert on that sort of thing," Jetstorm shakes his head and then peers at Spinister.

"Well... It is Needlenose, right? He seems to like flashy sort of things. Maybe he'd like something like that?" Jetstorm suggests to the best of his knowledge.

If you told Jetstorm he'd be having a conversation about fetish gear with two Decepticon Targetmasters when he was first built, he'd laugh and try to shoot you. But then here it is, happening right now. The times, they are changing.