Bluestreak Talks to Boondocker

[Bluestreak]

"Thanks," Bluestreak says, grinning affably at Boondocker as he steadies himself. "Sounds like you did a lot for the Autobots, then. I'm just a warrior myself, and I handle the long-distance stuff -- can't fight hand-to-hand very well."

[Boondocker]

"Ah, not much that were important...jes' some simple stuff a'hind th' scenes."

Boondocker scratches the back of his helm a bit, somewhat flustered.

[Long Haul]

Long Haul has chatted with Swerve and Pee-Dee and Mirage, had a drink, accepted another drink from Mirage, and then, after that, stopped by the table for another drink.

He's a long distance transport and these aren't full cubes but cups. Of course Long Haul can hold his energon.

He trundles into the general area and greets the other two Autobots with a friendly wave. Bluestreak used to give him funny looks a lot when he was around, but that seems to have stopped. This new guy, though...

"Ah, heya. I know I seen you around, but I haven't picked up yer name so far. I'm Long Haul, heavy transport, and, well, I build stuff."

[Bluestreak]

"Oh, hey Long Haul!" greets Bluestreak, waving. "Great party, even if it's been full of surprises... nice to see everyone gathering together, you can meet people you don't see all that often otherwise..."

He takes another swig from his cup, still grinning. He feels himself swaying just a bit and looks around for a seat, but he doesn't see one at the moment and so settles for focusing extra hard on not falling over.

[Boondocker]

The hickbot turns his head, glancing over at the lime green newcomer. Kup had mentioned this once he'd arrived, about the 'Constructibot'. He didn't have much experience in fighting the Constructicons back home, or facing Devastator, so he didn't have much in the way of prejudice like some of the Autobots had.

"Howdy thar! Folks call me Boondocker. Ah clean stuff. Ah kin fix stuff on occasion. Mostly jus' go wharevuh folks need a hand." He smiles, nodding and raising his glass. "Nice t' meetcha, Long Haul."

[Long Haul]

"Well, we got lotsa call for cleaning stuff and fixing stuff around here," Long Haul answers, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. "Especially the fixing stuff bit. 'Fact, I think I'm needing to get a couple new rooms set up here shortly." All these new arrivals. Like Boondocker.

He sighs, a bit heavily. "Kinda weird. Here we got a bunch of Cybertronians partying on an alien planet, and are we listening to Cybertronian music? Nope. Are we listening to local music? Nope. We're listening to music from some world half of us never heard of before we got here." Long Haul takes a long sip of his drink. "I wonder if anyone would mind if I pulled out my trumpet a bit later on."

Because we all know how Constructibots and Constructicons love fiddling with their instruments.

[Bluestreak]

Bluestreak cocks his head at Long Haul's statement. "Do we have any samples of the local music here? I haven't heard any. I gotta admit, I like a lot of the Terran music. Journey's good. But I see your point -- a lot of the people here have never even been to Earth..." He tosses back what's left of his drink. "Sure, bring out your trumpet! I'd love to hear it!"

[Boondocker]

Boony grins at Long Haul. "Wail, if'n y'all evah need a hand, jes' holler at me! Be happy t' help."

However, the trumpet bit leaves him confused. "A...trumpet? How y'all gonna play a trumpet with the... uh..." he says, using his free hand to gesture around his own face, indicating Long Haul's faceplate.

[Long Haul]

"I dunno. Jazz has been digging through the local records, what we could get at." Long Haul looks around. "I think I saw Jazz at this party... maybe he's got something?" he suggests.

Boondocker's confusion results in confusion on Long Haul's part. He tilts his head, trying to figure out why the pick-up is gesturing towards his face, and then things click. "Oh! Oh. Well, it's an astro-trumpet," he explains, as if that answers everything.

Then he takes a long sip of energon from the cup in his hand. Despite not having a mouth.

[Bluestreak]

"Hmmm... I'll have to corner him and see what he's got," Blue muses. "If not here, maybe later, since I bunk with him."

He looks into his cup, ponders a refill, then wisely decides against it. Finding a nearby crate, he sits down and makes himself comfortable. He's feeling a pleasant buzz about now, though oddly enough, Bluestreak becomes quieter when he's overcharged. Luckily for his audience...

[Boondocker]

Boondocker just kinda stares at Long Haul after the 'astro trumpet' stuff. And the drinking. SCIENCE!!1 is an amazing and mind-boggling thing at times.

Then he notices Bluestreak, nudging his shoulder very lightly. "Hey, y'all awright?"

[Long Haul]

The brightness of Long Haul's optics flicker. It seems to approximate a blink. Then he leans forward and inspects Bluestreak, then he looks up at Boondocker.

"He's just tipsy!" Long Haul proclaims. "Nothing wrong with that!"

[Bluestreak]

"I'm arright," Bluestreak assured Boondocker, his L getting lost in there somewhere. Maybe that second cup of high-grade was a bad idea for a rookie drinker...

He grins at Long Haul, giving a jaunty thumbs-up. "Hee... nothin' wrong with it... just as long as I don't fall over, I guess..." He lapses back into silence, a dippy grin still plastered across his face.

[Boondocker]

Boondocker grins, lightly smacking the Datsun on the back. "Yeah, s'wut ah mean. Don' need nobody imitatin' Grimlock, y'know."

[Long Haul]

Long Haul looks back towards the ledge where Grimlock had fallen off of earlier.

"I don't think that's much of a problem," he notes. "I'm pretty sturdy built myself, and I'm pretty sure I couldn't leave that sorta dent in the ground."

He finishes his drink, looks down at the empty cup, and considers another one. For now, however, he decides against it.

This may be a shame. If he had turned back towards the table, he might have spotted a small silver mechadragon climbing to its top...