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Post by Spinister on Dec 30, 2010 12:51:25 GMT -5
Day 26, Semi-Private, going to end up at a Pz-Zazzian club rather shortly.
//Needlenose,// Spinister radios. //I'll be off duty in an hour or so. Want to hit a club? You pick it. You pick out something for me to wear.// Spinister won't have time to pick up something decent for himself, and even if he had time, letting Needlenose play dress-up doll with Spinister is probably more fun for Needlenose, anyway. //Just tell me when and where to be.//
Spinister shouldn't be talking to Needlenose while on duty, and while duty is something Spinister takes seriously, he's currently checking meters and writing parking tickets. It's exciting.
He has on his black uniform, and he's even walking on his own, though he has a cane, and he needs that cane. It's not a sword-cane or a gun-cane, but it is a nice, strong piece of metal, matte and discreet, and he's fiddled with it so that the tap of the cane against any surface at all is almost soundless. His own soft footfalls are louder than the cane.
The sun's setting. It'll be past dark come shift end, but Spinister's not worried. Even sick to his soul, Spinister's the thing that makes the things that go bump in the night go silent for the last time.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 30, 2010 14:10:18 GMT -5
//As it so happens, I know just the place, and wouldn't you know it, I just managed to secure reservations there!// Needlenose replies over the radio. It's almost as if he were preparing for this!
//But you are not dressing yourself. Ever again. You are forbidden to dress yourself. And you're certainly not dressing yourself tonight. Got it?//
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Post by Spinister on Dec 30, 2010 14:22:07 GMT -5
Spinister just told Needlenose to pick something out for him to wear!
//Understood.//
Some time later...
Spinister is done, and he approaches wherever it is Needlenose has sent him! It may or may not be the final destination tonight, given that Spinister still needs to peel himself out of that uniform and change into whatever it is Needlenose wants him to wear, but Spinister's punctual, at least.
Needlenose might not be.
Spinister leans heavily on the cane, resting a moment but still wary as he looks around. He feels both numb and achey, and he's debating if he wants to delay his healing by taking another cocktail shot of stimulants and painkillers, so he can be something more like his old self for Needlenose. It would be stupid, but it might be the kind of stupid Needlenose would appreciate.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 30, 2010 18:30:04 GMT -5
The place Needlenose had Spinister sent would be a hotel room that Needlenose has been keeping up planet-side. After all, they need to get dressed first!
As Spinister approaches the door, Needlenose leans out and tries to drag him inside. If successful, he points to an outfit he's already laid out on the bed. Shining white blazer and slacks, black shoes, silk teal shirt and a white tie. Next to the get-up is a white fedora with a teal band. "There you go, darling. Need any help?"
Needlenose, for his part, is already dressed in a sharp suit of navy, one that also sports a jacket, and a yellow, faintly patterned shirt, a coordinating handkerchief tucked in one breast pocket.
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Post by Spinister on Dec 30, 2010 19:09:13 GMT -5
Spinister is totally dragged inside. He could put up a show of making a fight, but this is Needlenose, so Spinister decides to save his energy for later.
White.
Highly visible.
Oh well, if it worked for Storm Shadow, can Spinister do less? He looks Needlenose over and comments, "You've done well." Then, he shuffles over to the bed and leans down to run the fabric through his fingers, and he listens to the sound of it.
Spinister sits down on the edge of the bed, setting his cane down next to him, and he starts to remove his uniform, a rather complicated process, given that he had the uniform tailored to allow him to still transform. He sighs, looks up at Needlenose, and nods. Yes, he could use help.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 30, 2010 20:07:32 GMT -5
Highly visible is the point, darling!
Needlenose's antennae and wings perk up as Spinister nods, and he struts over to the other Targetmaster.
Oh, he'll help all right.
Later...
Needlenose struts towards the Club X elevator like he belongs there, for indeed, he does, and it would never do to appear out of place in a place like this! Spinister's on his arm as he struts inside, not turning to face the door because he intends to leave through the opposite door once it's opened!
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Post by Spinister on Dec 30, 2010 20:18:57 GMT -5
Apparently, Spinister's Magic Badge gets him into clubs? Well, the blasted thing had to be good for something!
Lot of discreet cameras and discreeter security around here, he notes, but thankfully, dates are not state secrets.
Spinister finds great utility on being on Needlenose's arm, because it really helps with this 'not falling over' business. He does a quick scan of the elevator, looking around idly.
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Post by Mirage on Dec 30, 2010 21:04:16 GMT -5
The elevator is large, roomy, and opulent, and still has an attendant manning the controls.
It also has a distinctive blue and white racer in a tailored navy suit reclining lazily along the far wall, his arm possibly around an obnoxiously pink mech who agreed to play the role of date in this data-gathering mission in exchange for an expensive meal and courteous treatment.
"My my, but I may have to take my custom elsewhere," Mirage drawls, "Seems they let just anyone in here nowadays."
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Dec 31, 2010 7:34:28 GMT -5
Actually, Farlane’s mostly here for the meal. The courteous treatment really just baffles him, but it’s a requirement at fancy clubs so he just plays along. The pink car was currently leaning against Mirage, both satin gloved hands resting delicately on the spy’s shoulder and there was a pretty smile on his lips, all proper-like. He was donning a surprisingly classy pink party dress with a layered, wavy skirt and lighter pink laces running down its back.
Carefully making sure not to raise a brow at Mirage’s comment, he glances over at the Decepticon couple. Anyone, huh? Like whom the spy himself currently had an arm around?
“Oh, dear,” he murmurs in sympathy regardless, spacer accent replaced with something a bit more high-class sounding. “Think we’ll be able to avoid them, love?” Although Farlane wouldn’t really mind sticking around because those were some handsome looking fellows there.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 31, 2010 12:26:34 GMT -5
"Oh, indeed!" Needlenose agrees cheerfully with Mirage. "Seems folks are willing to overlook all sorts of flaws on someone in a sharp enough navy suit!"
Wait.
He waves his hand absently. "Truth is, when you improve the view as much as I do, folks don't much fuss about where you're from."
Because Needlenose is an artist. So he makes things prettier. Not because he's good looking. (Well, okay, maybe that, too.)
And then the door closes and the elevator starts to move.
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Post by Spinister on Dec 31, 2010 17:37:44 GMT -5
Spinister shows absolutely no reaction to Mirage's insults. He is discreet in looking Mirage over, trying to figure out if and if so how Mirage's clothing hinders his freedom of movement. He does the same for Farlane's date, and he mentally chatters with his Nebulans about Farlane's gender. Spinister assumes Farlane is a man, because Spinister assumes everyone is a man, if he doesn't have better Intel. His Nebulans seems to think Farlane is a woman. Spinister files it as 'inconclusive'. More important is the weapon's loadout, abilities, and skills, anyway. Chest-mounted missiles, maybe, under that dress?
Also, does this mean, if Spinister wants to anger Mirage, he ought to put a hole between that pink carbot's optics?
Spinister does say softly, "They're cute. Thinking we're something that can be avoided at will." If Mirage ans his date avoid them, it won't be on their own merits. It'll be because Spinister and Needlenose have different things on their minds right now.
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Post by Mirage on Dec 31, 2010 22:34:42 GMT -5
Mirage laughs, "I'll not argue that point, Needlenose, not with you. Especially since I can't without lying; you do improve the view. A bit more so, since you added the wings," Mirage's tone turns musing, "But then, you might have always been a jet, I suppose."
The spy is being light and easy in his conversation and posture, and he doesn't seem to care that he is bantering with two of the dealiest Decepticons extant. Thing turning ugly here would turn really ugly, and Mirage doubts the Mayhems want a kill that badly.
Though he does hope Needlenose doesn't remember him shooting at his Nebulan back on Gillanan.
"I'm sure I -and therefore we- could, my dear," he says to Farlane, optics narrowing at Spinsiter, "But-"
Mirage is interrupted by a terrible grating sound as the elevator grinds to a halt. The attendant frowns (though it seems a very fake frown), half-heatedly pokes at some buttons, then says.
"Terribly sorry sirs. I'll see about fixing that straight away." Without waiting for a reaction, the attendant phases through the elevator wall.
Mirage, for those clinging to him, has gone very still and very stiff.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jan 1, 2011 14:11:18 GMT -5
Actually, putting a hole through Farlane’s forehead would probably just relieve Mirage of the obnoxious pinkness. And yeah, chest mounted missiles. Totally.
Farlane spots Spinister discreetly checking them out. Quietly winking, the pink car proceeds to discreetly check Spinister out for entirely different reasons. Hot damn, check out those rotor blades! He does idly note that the heli seems to be leaning rather heavily on his date there, and he has a cane which is a tad odd (or not that odd after ye olde Jetfire). He doesn’t have much time to think about it just yet though, mostly because the elevator seems to have ground to a halt.
“Lovely service here,” he mutters caustically when the attendant phases through the wall, even as red alarm bells are going off in his head. Stuff like this Did Not Happen at fancy high-end places and the service had left waaaay too quickly. Had Mirage tensed under his hands? Yep he had. That about completes the checklist.
“So,” he chirps cheerfully after a moment, “anybody have a crowbar?”
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Post by Needlenose on Jan 1, 2011 17:42:20 GMT -5
Needlenose glances at Spinister, optics crinkling to suggest a smile at his observation. "Oh, indeed, though really, we've got better things to do tonight." Or better people.
At Mirage's compliment, he answers casually, "Not always, but wheels are so passé. Though I suppose you can hardly be blamed for being a bit behind the times, all things considered!"
And then the elevator stops, the attendant, and his antennae perk up, and his optics narrow. Despite lacking a mouth, he has a poor poker face. "Ah, this isn't a suspicious coincidence at all," he observes sarcastically, visually scanning the elevator to look for its internal camera. On spying it, he glances at Spinister, than back up at it. Take it out?
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Post by Spinister on Jan 1, 2011 21:08:09 GMT -5
//Mirage is fishing,// Spinister tells Needlenose flatly. Needlenose probably knows this. Spinister assumes that Farlane is doing a threat analysis when Farlane checks him out, and he unthinkingly half-turns into Needlenose's side, making his own silhouette smaller.
Then the elevator stops. Spinister is not amused. While this might be destruction of property, he's not going to give people the benefit of the doubt. He nods slowly, almost imperceptibly back to Needlenose. Sunbeam is the perfect weapon to ruin all the cameras in the elevator, not just the obvious one that they're seeing. Blinding Mirage and his lovely date would just be a nice side-effect. Those Autobots may have engineered this trap, anyway.
Spinister doesn't answer Farlane's question, but he does tap his cane against the elevator walls. It's a quiet cane, but he's listening closely. Hmm, this elevator is very... solidly constructed. Remind Spinister of prison elevators.
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