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Post by Spinister on Jan 14, 2011 8:54:41 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Needlenose, their table is a fair distance from Mirage's, almost, but not quite, enough of a separation to be glaring.
Spinister makes himself comfortable across from Needlenose and settles his can in easy reach. He has decent enough table manners, not putting his elbows on the table. After all, a sniper must be polite! He even looks rather engaged in looking at Needlenose across the table. He looks to be, anyway.
When Spinister agrees, he doesn't nod his head yes. He shakes his head no but says verbally, in the same dialect, "Probably. Now. Are the 'bots in on it?"
Mirage claims the place is dangerous, and maybe it is - to Decepticons. Autobot tricks and traps are not unheard of.
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Post by Mirage on Jan 14, 2011 22:26:11 GMT -5
Mirage shrugs one shoulder, "We could get more excitement, if certain parties choose to press the matter. I wouldn't be surprised if they aren't interested in doing so."
He doesn't clarify if by "they" he means the Decepticons or the Quintessons. He could mean both.
A server drops a basket of sweets off at the table, dainty looking confections very much like those Mirage and Rodimus had enjoyed. The spy's ever present smirk drops ever so slightly. Ah well. No use thinking over such things.
He reaches over to try and grasp Farlane's hand. They are supposed to be on a date, after all.
"I do appreciate your assisting me with this."
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jan 16, 2011 6:48:25 GMT -5
“Oh, I have no doubt that they’re probably planning something for us,” but then Farlane lives by ‘they’re out to get me’ in situations like these. “I do hope it isn’t something particularly unsettling, but that’s often too much to ask.” He does note the little drop in Mirage’s smirk as he reaches out to pluck a treat from the basket, although he isn’t entirely sure what to make of it.
“Assisting,” Farlane giggles, letting his hand be grasped as he pops the sweet into his mouth. Friggen’ delicious. After a moment of enjoying the treat, he continues, “I suppose I do fulfill the generic arm candy quota, but we’ve only been stuck in an elevator so far, love.” After which, the pink mech lightly rests his chin on his palm and smiles at Mirage in a perfected expression of complete, dreamy adoration. Definitely on a date, this couple.
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Post by Needlenose on Jan 16, 2011 19:43:21 GMT -5
"Possibly," Needlenose answers, looking around again. He is none too thrilled that the Autobots are out of view. They're probably plotting against the Mayhems! "Probably," he corrects.
Now that he's satisfied (or rather, unsatisfied but accepting that there's nothing he can presently do about it) that he can't see the Autobots, he leans over to smile at his partner. "It was rather sweet of you to suggest this, darling," even if it was Needlenose that scouted the place, picked the clothing, and so forth. "I'm glad to see you back on your feet, for that matter."
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Post by Spinister on Jan 17, 2011 8:29:04 GMT -5
Spinister decides that now is a good time to present a gift! They aren't being shot at, and unwrapping silvery paper takes at least one hand, one hand that isn't then being used to return fire. He pulls out the silicon paints - friendly little pots of paint that can be used to paint over integrated circuits without harming the circuits. They're blacklight reactive. Spinister has done a very neat job of wrapping them up, making sure that when the paper is opened, the paints will be oriented right-side up.
Spinister slides the gift across the table a bit awkwardly, almost shyly, and then touches his cane, as if to reassure himself it's still there. He nods and agrees, "Thanks. I am, too."
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Post by Mirage on Jan 20, 2011 20:27:12 GMT -5
Mirage tries to press a quick kiss to the back of Farlane's hand, then plucks a sweet out of the basket for himself. They taste just as lovely as Mirage remembers.
"This is a lovely club, but it is very dangerous, something you well know. That you were still willing to play arm candy says a lot," Mirage says, smirking slightly. He picks up another sweet and holds it up to Farlane's lips.
"So tell me, what was it, exactly, about my confrontation with Springer that upset you so much?"
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jan 22, 2011 22:15:54 GMT -5
“What can I say?” Farlane purrs coyly when Mirage places a kiss upon his hand. “The rewards were pretty compelling.” He doesn’t actually need a lot of motivation when the people he’s working with have the resources to send him back to his own universe. If his long past darling should actually pop up here, then everything would be solved and he wouldn’t even need to give a damn about whichwherever forsaken universe’s exhaust pipe he’d ended up in.
But mostly, he was just here for the fancy food.
When the noble brings up the rather touchy subject of their encounter aboard the ship, the pink mech arches a fine brow. Making a point to nip at Mirage’s fingertips after the sweet is placed in his mouth, he quietly chews on the subject before saying, “As a general rule for keeping my sanity intact, I try not to mix my leisure time with other people’s peculiar problems.” Meaning he’s not going to talk about that. Anyways, the reasons were simple enough to figure out and they mostly involved stupidity.
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Post by Needlenose on Jan 22, 2011 23:01:54 GMT -5
Needlenose's optics open wide in shock. "Why, you shouldn't have!" he exclaims. Then he pulls the gift over and his optics flash white. He can't help a faint, amused snicker at this. "Aaah, these things. Fortunately, if I have my trends right, and I always do, they should be due to come back into vogue in about a month and a half, so right about now's the time to get started with them again!"
He stands up enough to lean over the table and attempts to nuzzle Spinister's face briefly before sitting back down. "Excellent job!"
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Post by Spinister on Jan 23, 2011 9:00:25 GMT -5
What are the Autobots doing? Spinister wants to know! So frustrating.
Spinister shrugs and rubs his own wrist, a bit shyly as Needlenose laughs and then informs him that he picked a bit that is not yet appropriately trendy. Shopping for Needlenose is so hard! What does he need to do, have his Nebulans ask Needlenose's Nebulans what Needlenose wants while Needlenose is unconscious? But is now the time for other gifts, or should he wait a bit? Spinister doesn't even know.
He reaches for another candy, as if it will give him the answers, and he runs right into Needlenose's nuzzle! Oh, that's nice! Spinister decides to offer the second gift, wrapped in the same silvery paper: the blacklight running lights. Needlenose can maybe see where this is going, and the Quintessons will just think Transformers are insufferable kinks!
Spinister suggests lowly, "You should dance with the Autobots." They're probably better dancers than he is, and he's still a bit sick. He trusts Needlenose to find pertinent facts about the Autobots! Headlight size is crucial to the war effort.
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Post by Mirage on Jan 24, 2011 23:55:10 GMT -5
Mirage quirks a brow at Farlane's answer, his signature smirk still firmly in place. The spy chuckles, takes a sip of his drink, and then settles back in his chair. He casually glances around the room, noting that he can't even catch a glimpse of the Decepticons. Worrisome.
"You know, Farlane," he starts, attention back to the courtesan, "I think there is much more to you than the arm candy act. But I'll not pry at the moment."
He takes another sip of his drink. "You can't see the Decepticons from you vantage point, can you?"
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jan 25, 2011 21:08:03 GMT -5
“I’m sure you’ll start to better appreciate the arm candy act once you do get to know me,” Farlane smiles bemusedly, setting his cup down for the time being. “At least this side’s sweet.”
As for the Decepticons? The pink mech casts a subtle glance around before answering, “I’m afraid not, darling. Not yet, anyhow.” He has to wonder whether or not this setup was intentional and whether or not he should feel relieved about it. Probably yes to the former and a big no to the latter. He didn’t know whether or not the purple badges could see them or not after all.
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Post by Needlenose on Jan 26, 2011 10:30:33 GMT -5
Needlenose is the only one who doesn't care about the members of the opposite faction present!
No, this isn't true, but he certainly doesn't appear to care about them.
He unwraps the gift and then throws his head back and laughs merrily. Then he looks towards Spinister, optics rounded to suggest a wide grin despite his lack of mouth. "Aren't you the daring one!" he exclaims, then leans back and considers Spinister's suggestion.
"Hmm. The pink one. She's a bigger unknown right now." It's not as if Needlenose has a thing for pink or anything! Then he looks up at Spinister. "Now?"
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Post by Spinister on Jan 26, 2011 12:42:28 GMT -5
"I will wait on the third," Spinister says soberly. Daring, that's him.
His optics narrow a bit as Needlenose immediately wants to go after the pink one, but he nods. Needlenose's stated reasoning is sound. Better keep Needlenose away from Misfire, though. Then he nods again.
Now, before the Autobots can spring their Quintesson trick!
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Post by Mirage on Jan 29, 2011 14:53:17 GMT -5
Needlenose automatically assumes Farlane is a female! For coming from a reality without genders, the artist catches on to stereotypes quickly!
"Bother. I would prefer knowing their location, but ah well. Perhaps they will decide to simply enjoy their date, rather than let faction animosities disrupt their fun."
Little does Mirage know.
"You know, I had a most... animated discussion with Pee-Dee once about how the profession of courtesan was just as noble as any other. What are your views on the matter?"
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jan 29, 2011 21:16:41 GMT -5
“Well, happy dating Decepticons can also be two more Decepticons who might be wanting use our heads for tasteful office decor to remind us of their nice date as well,” Farlane shakes his head and rolls his optics, helm rings jingling merrily. “Lovebirds.”
“Oh, I’ll bet it was animated.” Insert suitably demure tittering before, “I don’t think I’d be the best person to judge what’s ‘noble’ and what’s not, love. As long as it payed enough to put fuel my pipes, I could care less. It can be a... fun profession though,” Farlane says with a sly wink and a lascivious quirk of his lips.
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