flyingcorvette: *Traversing the halls with several cubes of Energon in his arms, Tracks heads back to his room, thankful that the common area had been empty when he'd gone to stock up.*

crush all humanz: *is wandering back towards his room, gun lovingly propped against his shoulder (like a continental soldier, perhaps?) - and oop. huh. tracks is out and about?* ..... *he debates if he should make optic-contact but then decides to do so, for the hell of it, slowing just a marginal bit*
flyingcorvette: *Doesn't slow, but he isn't moving fast anyway, and he has little reason to care about Bonecrusher seeing him, given the situation. He meets his optics with a chilly look.* Quite a weapon you have there. Intending to shoot an unsuspecting mech for no reason?

crush all humanz: *smirks at that, looking at the gun briefly, ignoring the burn* WELL, SLAG, LOOKS LIKE YOU FIGURED ME OUT. *slides his optics back to Tracks, looking him over mildly* THEY LET YOU OUT OF THE MEDBAY, HM? SURPRISED YOU'RE WALKING AROUND.
flyingcorvette: Just barely. *He shifts the cubes in his arms, pursing his lips slightly* The main repairs are done, in any case. I won't fall apart.

crush all humanz: *shifts a little and comes to a stop before actually running over the other* YEAH, APPARENTLY SO.... *eyes the cubes momentarily* .....*sigh* WANT HELP?
flyingcorvette: *Stops and looks at Bonecrusher a moment* Yes, that'd be lovely. *And before he can take it back, Tracks pushes the stack of cubes towards Bonecrusher so he either gets to take them or let them fall.*

crush all humanz: *shifts veera enough to grab the cubes easily - he wasn't intending to retract his statement* 'M FOLLOWING YOU. *and steps aside to let the other lead*
flyingcorvette: *Tracks steps back with a nod and turns to head down the corridor to his room, trying to ignore the way his arms feel shaky and weak from carrying them even that far. His room isn't too far away, thankfully, and he stands aside when he opens the door to let Bonecrusher in first* Just set them on the table, if you would.

crush all humanz: *shrugs and gives the other the briefest glance before entering, dumping the cubes rather unceremoniously onto the table, careful only enough to not break or spill or otherwise obstruct good energon from being drunk*

flyingcorvette: *Watching him, he nods, relaxing slightly as he leaves the door to go sit down somewhat heavily on his berth* Thank you.

crush all humanz: *shrugs a bit, eyeing all the energon* ARE YOU PLANNIN' A PARTY, OR STOCKIN' UP FOR THE END OF THE WORLD?
flyingcorvette: Stocking up. *Blandly* Then I don't have to show my face in the common room before Ratchet finishes reconstructing it. *Indeed, the scratches are gone, but the torn and clawed edges are still obvious* Though drinking it all in one go does seem like a good option.

crush all humanz: ....IT USUALLY GOES DOWN EASIER AFTER THE SEVENTH OR EIGHTH CUBE, I'VE FOUND. *shakes his head* I'M SURPRISED YOU AREN'T USIN' THE SCRATCHES TO TURN ALL THE LITTLE AUTOBOTS AGAINST ME, PERSONALLY.
flyingcorvette: *dryly, maybe just a little bitter* I nearly -died- and most of them couldn't be bothered to care. I don't think running around with my face looking like a Predacon's chew toy would do much except annoy everyone.

crush all humanz: IT AIN'T THAT BAD. AND YOU'D BE SURPRISED AT HOW NOSY THE SLAGGERS ARE. *frowns* SCRATCHES MEAN A FIGHT, MEAN POSSIBLE VIDEO. *mutters something akin to "animals"*
flyingcorvette: Oh that's just what I need. *snorts lightly* I think I'll just stick to hiding in here until I get my retouches and look presentable again.

crush all humanz: ........YOU KNOW, THERE ARE A FEW REALLY GOOD MUSICALS YOU MIGHT FEEL AN AFFINITY FOR IN YOUR CURRENT STATE. *smirk - looks like he hid his gun away where-ever it goes, since he's crossing his arms now* AND MAYBE THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU BECAUSE YOU DON'T GIVE THEM A REASON, YOU IDIOT.
flyingcorvette: *Frowns at him* What are you talking about?

crush all humanz: NOTHIN' IN PARTICULAR, REGARDING THE MUSICALS. IN THE OTHER TRAIN - YOU EVER THINK ABOUT, YOU KNOW, TALKING TO OTHERS? GETTIN' OFF THE HIGH-HORSE? GENERALLY HELPS MAKE PEOPLE CARE ABOUT YOU.

crush all humanz: *suddenly feels very weird giving advice on this kinda stuff*
flyingcorvette: *frowns more* ...I talk to others.

crush all humanz: *flatly* REALLY. *level gaze*
flyingcorvette: I do! *confused* In the common area, mostly.

crush all humanz: WHAT DO YOU TALK ABOUT, EXACTLY? *opticroll* WHAT THE BEST BRAND OF POLISH IS?
flyingcorvette: *Waves a hand, irritated* I'm not asking for everyone to run to my side with sympathies and well-wishes. I take issue with the fact that -someone-, who just happens to be me in this case, was attacked and none of the Autobots seem interested in the least. But I keep expecting things to be like they -were- and that's obviously not the case.

crush all humanz: THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A SELF-CENTERED AFT. *shrugs* OR, AT LEAST, YOU PUT YOURSELF OUT AS ONE.

crush all humanz: *blunt like a hammer to the face!*
flyingcorvette: *He frowns deeper* What, because I like to look good? Because I'm not interested in most of the drama that occurs around here? Because I'm not a Decepticon apologist?

crush all humanz: BECAUSE YOU DON'T FIND THE TIME TO REALLY GIVE A SLAG ABOUT ANYONE ELSE. TOO BUSY MAKING OUT WITH YOUR REFLECTION, YOU IDIOT. *flatly* I'M PRETTY SURE THERE ARE AT LEAST A FEW ON BASE THAT ACTUALLY THINK YOU DO THAT, BY THE BY.

crush all humanz: SLAGGIT, EVEN I HAVE MORE FRIENDS THAN YOU DO. *shakes his head* DOESN'T THAT SAY SOMETHIN'?
flyingcorvette: *Crosses his arms, looking quite annoyed* That some people have no taste.

crush all humanz: *groans* OF COURSE. YOU'RE AN AFT. 'S ALL THERE IS TO IT. I MIGHT BE A SADISTIC GLITCH, BUT I'M NOT THE ONE HOARDING ENERGON IN MY ROOM AND BEMOANING MY "BEAUTIFUL FACE". *and grabs a cube, tossing it to Tracks*
flyingcorvette: *Catches it, just barely, and holds it to his chest, giving Bonecrusher a dark look. It's hard to argue against the truth though, so he just shifts the cube a little and lifts it up to drain a good portion of it. Funny how proximity to Bonecrusher makes getting wasted so compelling an idea. When he lowers it, he scowls and lets the cube rest in his lap* The case for moving out into the city grows by days, really. Why are you even here, anyway? If this is part of you feeling badly for what you did, then I'd really rather you moved on and forgot about it.

crush all humanz: I'M HOPING YOU'LL LET ME STEAL SOME OF YOUR ENERGON, ACTUALLY. *deadpan* DRUNKARD, REMEMBER?

crush all humanz: ALSO, IT'S LESS OF ME FEELING BAD AND MORE OF ME WONDERING WHAT THE SLAG IS WRONG WITH YOU.
flyingcorvette: Ah. Then feel free. I'll get more if I need it. *Optics narrow, somewhere between bemused and confused again* Wrong with me?

crush all humanz: *snags a cube and tosses a bit of it back, looking at Tracks levelly* THE FACT THAT YOU'RE TOLERATIN' MY COMPANY THIS WELL IS LEADIN' ME TO SUSPECT THERE'S SOMETHING OFF IN YER PROCESSORS. AND THE FACT THAT YOU OBVIOUSLY FEEL A LITTLE UPSET THAT NO ONE CAME TO SEE YOU IN THE MEDBAY, AND YET YOU SEEM TO BE TAKING IT ALL IN A STRIDE.
flyingcorvette: *Frowns, looking down at his cube* ...Maybe there is something wrong. I don't -like- you, but your company is still bettter than that of most I've found so far. And that despite trying very hard to kill me. *He glances up, slightly uncertain, and looks at the wall opposite his berth* I don't know. Maybe I hoped that the Autobots would care about one of their own, simply because he -was-. But things are different now.

crush all humanz: NO ONE CARES ABOUT ANYONE ELSE AROUND HERE UNLESS THERE'S AN EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT. I THINK YOU'VE FIGURED THAT OUT BY NOW, THOUGH. *takes a swig* AND, LIKE I KEEP TELLIN' PEOPLE, I'M BETTER THE MORE I'VE HAD TO DRINK.
flyingcorvette: *sighs and drinks from his cube again, with a bit more moderation this time* This is perhaps the strangest night of my life - getting life advice from a Decepticon that doesn't quite hate me enough to kill me, as he drinks my hoarded Energon.

crush all humanz: HEY, IT'S ENERGON. I'D DO PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING FOR IT. *tips back the rest of the cube and shrugs, replacing it with a new one* AND AS MUCH AS I HATE TO ADMIT IT, I'M NOT REALLY BORED BY YOU. *smirks as he takes a sip* YER MORE COMPLICATED THAN THE OTHER AUTOBOTS ON BASE, AT LEAST. GIVES ME SOMETHING TO DO WHEN I'M NOT TRYING TO BREAK A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS.
flyingcorvette: ...You know you just finished implying I'm vapidly self-absorbed and now I'm complicated? Primus. *He shakes his head and has another drink, lowering it after a moment to give Bonecrusher a wary look* ...Handcuffs?

crush all humanz: I'M SAYING THAT YOU PORTRAY YOURSELF AS SELF-ABSORBED. THERE'S A DIFFERENCE. *glugs a bit down and adds* YES, HANDCUFFS.
flyingcorvette: *Decides to ignore the first bit for now* Why were you trying to break a pair of handcuffs?

crush all humanz: BECAUSE I LOST THE KEYS. *siiip*
flyingcorvette: ...That makes sense. *Has another drink, then continues* So where were the handcuffs that you had to break them, as I assume it was important to do so rather than throw them away?
crush all humanz: CONSIDERING THEY'RE ATTACHED TO BLACKOUT'S WRISTS, IT'D BE KIND OF HARD TO THROW THEM AWAY. AND HE KIND OF LIKES HAVING HIS ARMS FREE. *takes a long drink*

flyingcorvette: *Tracks pauses. Then he has a drink, and upon lowering it, looks like he's trying to decide whether to laugh or be highly disturbed* ...I'm going to infer that you -haven't- been able to break them, then.

crush all humanz: NOPE. *shakes his head* IRONHIDE AND STARSCREAM TRIED LASERS, PRIME TRIED HIS SWORD... HOOK EVEN HAD A GO. BLACKOUT TRIED TO PICK THE LOCK... AND THEN TRIED GNAWING HIS HANDS OFF. NOTHIN' WORKS, SO WE'RE MAKIN' DUE UNTIL WE FIND THE KEYS. MIGHT BE IN THE COMMON ROOM, NOT SURE.
flyingcorvette: *Grimaces* What in Primus' name are they made of?

crush all humanz: WE'RE NOT SURE, BUT EVERYONE WANTS SOME OF THE ALLOY FOR SOMETHING.
flyingcorvette: *Finishes the cube, which is what allows him to continue on his train of thought* And you didn't think to have the keys when you put them on him?

crush all humanz: *sourly takes another swig* I THOUGHT FOR SURE I HAD THE KEYS. I COULD HAVE SWORN I HAD THEM. *sighs* OH WELL. I'VE PITIED MYSELF ENOUGH OVER THAT WHOLE FIASCO.
flyingcorvette: *Snorts and motions for Bonecrusher to toss him another cube* I'm not sure I care to know more details. And I'd make fun of you, but then I'd have to get up to get my drink.

crush all humanz: *shrugs and tosses him another cube* NOT REALLY. 'S YER ROOM. BESIDES, I'M KINDA USED TO IT BY NOW.
flyingcorvette: *catches it a little more easily, since he's expecting it, and takes a drink before doing anything else* --So you're stuck, in any case. *Tracks taps the side of his cube* ...Have you had anyone look at it that has experience with handcuffs? The human variety, I mean.

crush all humanz: NOT PARTICULARLY. I DON'T THINK PICKING THEM WOULD WORK, ANYWAYS, CONSIDERING BLACKOUT'S PRETTY GOOD WITH HIS HANDS AND HE COULDN'T GET IT. *sips at his cube*
flyingcorvette: *Makes a face* If you're drinking my Energon, the least you could do is not provide me with the gritty details of your personal life. *He has another, generous gulp to wash away the accompanying thoughts*

crush all humanz: I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT. I JUST MEANT THAT HE CAN - YOU KNOW WHAT, NO MATTER WHAT I SAY, IT'S GONNA SOUND WRONG. *shakes his head* IN EITHER CASE, I'M SURE THE KEYS'LL TURN UP EVENTUALLY.
flyingcorvette: *Shrugs* If not, I do know someone who might be able to help.

crush all humanz: *idly* EVERYONE'S WELCOME TO TRY THEIR HAND AT IT, AT THIS POINT. *siiip* I LIKE HOW YOU AVOID ONE AVENUE OF DISCUSSION FOR HANDCUFFS.
flyingcorvette: *Finishes another deep drink and arches an optic ridge* There's several things I'm avoiding at this point - which is this one?

crush all humanz: *smirks* YOU CAN START AT THE TOP OF THE LIST, IN THAT CASE. I WAS THINKIN' ABOUT HOW YOU'RE BEING GUARDED ABOUT BEING UPSET ABOUT THE MESS I MADE YOU.
flyingcorvette: Me? Guarded? I thought I was pretty outspoken about how much I dislike it.

crush all humanz: YEAH, YOU MADE IT CLEAR THAT YOU WERE ANNOYED THAT YOUR POOR FACE GOT SCRATCHED UP. AND YET, HERE I AM IN YOUR ROOM, LIQUORED UP, AND YOU HAVEN'T DECIDED TO PULL A GUN ON ME TO GET EVEN, OR EVEN YELLED AT ME ABOUT IT.
flyingcorvette: *Is quiet a long moment, toying with the edge of his cube* Shooting you wouldn't do any good, neither would threatening you.

crush all humanz: IT PROBABLY WOULDN'T, BUT IT USUALLY MAKES ONE FEEL BETTER. *siiip*
flyingcorvette: Probably, but that's supposedly what separates the civil from the savage. *Dryly, taking another drink* I'm rebuilt enough that I can transform again, in any case.

crush all humanz: THE ONE THING THAT SEPARATES THE CIVIL AND THE SAVAGE IS RESTRAINT WHEN IT'S NECESSARY - NOT WHEN YOU WANT TO SAVE FACE. *smirks, taking a quick gulp* SO TO SPEAK.

flyingcorvette: *Tracks looks at Bonecrusher dubiously* ...Would you say you're the former or the latter?

crush all humanz: DEPENDS. I ATTEMPT CIVILITY WHEN I CAN, BUT IT'S HARD TO IGNORE YOUR BASER INSTINCTS. *raises his cube* THIS HELPS, APPARENTLY, SEEING AS THAT I WAS SOBER WHEN I DECIDED TO TAKE OUT MY FRUSTRATIONS ON YOU.
flyingcorvette: You really think being drunk would've stopped that? *Curious, playing with the edge of his cube again*

crush all humanz: PROBABLY. I'M NOT QUITE SOBER RIGHT NOW, AND I'M PERFECTLY AMICABLE. SEEMS LIKE DRINKIN' RELAXES ME TO THE POINT WHERE I DON'T FEEL LIKE FIGHTING. *chuckles* TALK ABOUT DRINKIN' BY NECESSITY.
flyingcorvette: You don't worry about damaging your internal systems with energon overdose? *Sips, looking almost concerned over the edge of his cube*

crush all humanz: IF IT KEEPS ME FROM DOING STUPID SLAG LIKE TAKING OUT MY FRUSTRATIONS ON PEOPLE I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO, WHATEVER. BESIDES, I'M REKNOWNED FOR MY STUPIDITY WHEN IT COMES TO PERSONAL HEALTH. *shakes his head, taking a swig*
flyingcorvette: *Snorts, not at all surprised* So you might die vorns before your time, but that's all right because you won't go on any rampages as long as you're drinking? That's... oddly touching.

crush all humanz: NOT TRYIN' TO BE NICE - JUST MAKES MY LIFE EASIER IF I'M NOT GETTIN' DISCIPLINED EVERY DAY JUST 'COS ONE OF YOU MORONS PISSES ME OFF. *frowns thoughtfully - speaking of, he hasn't heard a damned thing about this from Megatron or Prime. huh... apparently people really don't give 2 creds about Tracks. that's almost depressing :\*
flyingcorvette: *Tracks shrugs, deciding on another thing to add to the avoidy-pile as he takes another drink* I can imagine. It still seems... less than ideal.

crush all humanz: NOTHIN' IS IDEAL FOR ME. I JUST TAKE WHAT I CAN. *lifts an opticridge* YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN IDEAL SITUATIONS, DO YOU?
flyingcorvette: *Glances up at the ceiling, thoughtful* I do... But they never really last, I suppose.

crush all humanz: *half-leans against the table, eyeing Tracks lightly* SO, YOU'RE IDEALISTIC, SEEM TO BE UTTERLY SELF-ABSORBED, AND YOU GET PRETTY DEPRESSED OVER NOT HAVING COMPANY IN THE MEDBAY, AND YET YOU INSIST IT'S NOT PERSONAL. *smirks* IS THAT THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG?
flyingcorvette: *Looks at Bonecrusher sharply, frowning again* What, are you analyzing me?

crush all humanz: A LITTLE. *takes a sip*
flyingcorvette: *The frown gives way to exasperation* Primus, you're utterly annoying. So you'll, what, figure out my motivations, my sordid history, next, and pronounce me just as vain and self-centered as you've said before you move on to the next vaguely interesting mech?
crush all humanz: *brightly* YOU HAVE A SORDID HISTORY? GREAT, NOW I CAN PUT OFF GOING TO DISSECT TRION MORE THOUROUGHLY.

crush all humanz: *rolls his optics* HONESTLY, IF I THOUGHT YOU WEREN'T HIDING SOMETHING UNDER THIS "I LOVE MYSELF TOO MUCH" FACADE I WOULDN'T BE BOTHERIN' TO TRY AND ANALYZE YOU.
flyingcorvette: *Snorts, lowering the cube again* Sorry to disappoint, but I'm hardly -that- complicated.

crush all humanz: *levelly* SO YOU ARE JUST VAIN AND SELF-CENTERED, WITH NO REDEEMING QUALITIES WHATSOEVER?
flyingcorvette: I have redeeming qualities! Some of them are why I have a healthy sense of self-appreciation. *Has another sip, some of that haughtiness back for the moment*

crush all humanz: *takes a drink and keeps his optics on the other* ENLIGHTEN ME.

crush all humanz: *a beat* AND HAVING ALMOST-VALIDATED RUMORS FLOATING AROUND OF YOU MAKING OUT WITH YOUR REFLECTION DOES NOT A HEALTHY SENSE OF SELF-APPRECIATION MAKE. KINDA JUST MAKES YOU LOOK WEIRD.
flyingcorvette: *Rolls his optics* I don't. But no one seems to believe that I'm not terribly interested in interfacing with every mech I meet, either. *Cycling fresh air through his vents, Tracks sits up, cradling his cube as he thinks* I'm loyal. I'm good at what I do, and don't lack for a sense of duty. I'm trustworthy, have a sense of humor, enjoy many fine arts and some not-so-fine, and I happen to have what I consider the finest alt-mode on Earth, in style and class and flexibility.

crush all humanz: *snorts* I'M SURE PEOPLE WITH NO TASTE FOR FUNCTIONALITY WILL AGREE...... LOYAL, HUH...? *darkly* I HEARD MIRAGE WAS PRETTY LOYAL IN HIS TIME. *takes another drink* EITHER WAY, IT SEEMS TO BE A RARITY AROUND HERE TO NOT WANT TO BANG AT LEAST ONE MECH, BUT 'M NOT GONNA HOLD YER PERSONAL PREFERENCES AGAINST YOU. STILL, TALKIN' WITH OTHERS DOESN'T AUTOMATICALLY MAKE PEOPLE ASSUME YOU WANT TO INTERFACE WITH THEM, IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED. AND YET YOU STILL DON'T TALK ALL THAT MUCH.

flyingcorvette: *Glares* I also don't believe in speaking just to hear myself talk.

crush all humanz: IT AIN'T SPEAKIN' FOR YOURSELF IF YOU'RE TRYING TO, YOU KNOW, BE CONVERSATIONAL. *flatly* I'M NOT TALKIN' TO MYSELF HERE, TRACKS. FEEL FREE TO INTERRUPT AND FIX MY OBVIOUSLY MISGUIDED ASSUMPTIONS.

flyingcorvette: ...I've had conversations. I've had -good- conversations, even, and I don't know why I'm having -this one-! *He scowls and has another gulp of energon, now more obviously less-than-sober and slightly upset* I don't need to explain myself to you, but neither am I in the market to be friends with everyone on base. I've not -rebuffed- anyone who's wanted to talk to me, either.

crush all humanz: .....*finishes his cube and takes about a .01 second pause before he grabs his third, frowning thoughtfully* WHY ARE YOU HAVING THIS CONVERSATION? *takes a small gulp* I MEAN, I'M IN YOUR ROOM. YOU CAN KICK ME OUT. AND WHY NOT BE FRIENDS WITH EVERYONE? *shrugs* IT'S GOTTA HAVE SOME USE.

flyingcorvette: ...I've always been fine with the friends I've had. I'm not the- the "social butterfly" type, as humans put it. *He frowns down at his cube, feeling put-upon now*

crush all humanz: WELL.... *takes another gulp* DID THE FRIENDS YOU'VE HAD VISIT YOU IN THE MEDBAY? *sighs* FOR THAT MATTER, DID ANYONE STAY IN THERE WITH YOU AS LONG AS I DID?

flyingcorvette: ...Yes, actually. *He has another drink, calming somewhat*

crush all humanz: THEN WHY ARE YOU SO UPSET BY MY COMMENTARY? *idly*
flyingcorvette: *Drinks more, draining his cube nearly completely before he lowers it, optics dark and thoughtful* ...I don't know. I do have one good friend, one who I like very much, but it's... different.

crush all humanz: *thoughtfully* DIFFERENT HOW? *meet bonecrusher: the mech who thinks friends are people you're okay to let beat you up.*
flyingcorvette: He's... *Waves a hand, frowning thoughtfully* You know. Not one of us. *Apparently he's drunker than he realizes, if he's categorizing himself with Bonecrusher*

crush all humanz: *apparently* WHAT, HIGHLY DYSFUNCTIONAL AND GENERALLY UNSTABLE? *lazily* OR DO YOU MEAN THE GIANT ROBOT THING?
flyingcorvette: The second. He actually seems rather stable, emotionally.
flyingcorvette: *siiip*

crush all humanz: EH, MOST OF THE HUMANS WANDERING AROUND HERE ARE ODDLY MORE STABLE THAN WE OURSELVES ARE. *frowns* KINDA WEIRD, ACTUALLY, CONSIDERIN' WE'RE MORE A SHOCK TO THEIR SYSTEMS THAN THE OTHER WAY AROUND. *takes a drink* SO, WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?
flyingcorvette: Other than him being human? *Shrugs* There's nothing wrong with it, it's just... sad, I suppose. I could move out from here and no one would know the difference. But I'd have an ally for a few years, at least. *Tracks has thought about this, obviously*

crush all humanz: ......*levelly* HAVE YOU TALKED TO PRIME ABOUT ALL THIS?
flyingcorvette: No. *Gives Bonecrusher an odd look* ...Why?

crush all humanz: BECAUSE YOU PROBABLY SHOULD. HE SHOULD KNOW WHEN HIS PRECIOUS AUTOBOTS ARE UPSET OVER LIFE, THE UNIVERSE, AND EVERYTHING. *siiiip* SLAG, THE DECEPTICONS DO NOTHING BUT BITCH TO MEGATRON. 'S THE ONLY WAY THINGS GET DONE LATELY.
flyingcorvette: Hn. I could, I suppose. But it's not actually Prime's job to babysit us, as much as it seems like sometimes. *Sips, apparently forgetting whose company he's in, speaking so frankly as he is*

crush all humanz: IT'S NOT HIS JOB TO BABY-SIT ANYONE, TRUE. BUT IT IS HIS JOB TO KNOW IF ANY OF HIS TROOPS ARE DISCONTENT. YOU OBVIOUSLY ARE, THEREFORE, YOU MIGHT WANT TO CONSIDER ACTUALLY BRINGING SOME OF THIS STUFF UP WITH HIM. I MEAN, SLAG, WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU TALKED TO PRIME?
flyingcorvette: Aah, not for quite a long time. It's not as though there have always been so few of us that a private audience was always an option. *He sighs, nudging his empty cube onto the floor with a vaguely mournful look*

crush all humanz: WELL, NOW THAT YOU GET THE CHANCE, SHOULDN'T YOU TAKE IT? *actually hands, rather than tosses, a new cube to the other*
flyingcorvette: *Takes it and sinks down into himself, wings tilted in a way that broadcast unhappiness rather obviously* ...I suppose.

crush all humanz: OH, PRIMUS, WHY THE SLAG ARE YOU UPSET NOW?
flyingcorvette: That I need -you- to tell me this. What kind of Autobot -am- I? *Droopy, he hugs his cube*

crush all humanz: *facepalm* YOU'RE AN AUTOBOT THAT SEEMS TO LIKE GOING OUT OF HIS WAY TO NOT BOTHER HIS HIGHER-UPS WITH A PERSONAL PROBLEM. *sigh*
flyingcorvette: *Shakes his head* I don't mean... I mean, that. But. The rest. Or -all- of it. *He looks up, peering at Bonecrusher* You're being -nice- to me. Even if I'm so interesting, you hated me enough to nearly kill me, b'fore.

crush all humanz: LIKE I SAID. I WAS SOBER, AND PRIME RUINED MY FUN WITH THE VOK. I'M NOT A NICE GUY, GENERALLY, BUT I'M WORSE WITHOUT A FEW DRINKS IN ME.
flyingcorvette: *Makes a face* Drinking doesn' make you magic'lly nice.

crush all humanz: *points to the cube* WELL, SEE, THIS IS ME WITH ONLY THREE CUBES IN ME - AND YOU'VE SEEN HOW I AM WITHOUT A SINGLE DRINK. YOU TELL ME IF IT DOESN'T MAKE ME NICER.
flyingcorvette: *Shakes his head very slowly* No no. I mean. You stopped. And you waited in the medbay. And helped me here.

crush all humanz: .....MEH. I'M OBVIOUSLY JUST GETTING TO THE POINT WHERE I'M DRUNK 24/7.
flyingcorvette: *Frowns a moment, then has a drink of his cube* That shouldn't sound like shuch a good idea.

crush all humanz: I KNOW. KINDA DEPRESSING, HUH?
flyingcorvette: *Nods* ...I don' like being depressed. S'not fun.

crush all humanz: *snorts* IT ISN'T. KINDA WHY YOU DRINK MORE SO YOU STOP BEIN' DEPRESSED. *as an example, GLUG!*
flyingcorvette: *Huffs and takes another sip. He still clings to his cube, blinking rather owlishly* Life made lots more sense 'fore coming here.

crush all humanz: *nods a bit* OF COURSE IT DID. THIS WHOLE SLAGGIN' PLANET IS INSANE. *annoyed* WISH I HAD BLOWN IT UP WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE.
flyingcorvette: Ooh. *But then he pauses, makes a face* Raoul'd be dead then.

crush all humanz: BUT YOU'D NEVER HAVE MET HIM. *points.... somewhat levelly?* THEN YOU WOULDN'T BE IN THE RELATIONSHIP TO BEGIN WITH.
flyingcorvette: *Purses his lips* Just friends.

crush all humanz: HUH?
flyingcorvette: We're-- *Stops, looking vaguely embarrassed* S'not what you meant.

crush all humanz: *smirks* NO, BUT THE FACT THAT YOU TOOK IT THAT WAY SAYS LOADS.
flyingcorvette: *Tracks' sinks down into himself, but it's from embarrassment now, and his mouth opens to explain without really thinking it through first* No no no. He's... my employee. I pay him an' he makes me pretty. An' he's my friend. --He's human!

crush all humanz: *mildly* BLACKOUT'S HUMAN NOW. DOESN'T STOP ME FROM USIN' HANDCUFFS ON HIM.
flyingcorvette: ... *Is that a distracted look? Very possibly, yes. Tracks takes another drink, hurriedly, and then points at Bonecrusher* He-- Raoul-- might know 'bout handcuffs!

crush all humanz: MOST EVERYBODY KNOWS ABOUT HANDCUFFS. *decides not to comment on the distracted look* THEY'RE CYBERTRONIAN - NOT EVEN SURE IF THEY HAVE THE SAME LOCK SCHEME AS HUMAN ONES.
flyingcorvette: Mm. *Half-pouts, disappointed somewhat* Maybe not.

crush all humanz: *shrugs* AIN'T LIKE WE HAVEN'T TRIED EVERYTHING ELSE ON THE PLANET. I'M SURE THE KEYS'LL SHOW UP, EVENTUALLY.

flyingcorvette: Good luck. *He smiles thinly* Blackout's prolly not happy.

crush all humanz: .......HE..... YEAH, HE'S MAD. *smirks and takes a deep gulp* NOT MAD AT ME ANYMORE, THANK PRIMUS, BUT THE SOONER I GET HIM OUT OF THOSE CUFFS, THE SOONER WE CAN MOVE ON DOWN THE LIST.
flyingcorvette: List? *Tracks blinks, lowering his cube from yet another sip*

crush all humanz: A LIST I MADE WHEN BLACKOUT AND I WENT TO THE MARKET. IT'S A SHORT LIST, BUT WE ONLY JUST GOT THROUGH ITEM THREE. *siiiiip*
flyingcorvette: *Confused, optics narrowing as he rewinds the conversation a little to see if he missed something* ...Market? What list?

crush all humanz: *grins* SOMETHIN' LIKE, DESK, WALL, BED, HANDCUFFS, ROPE..... *siiiiiip*
flyingcorvette: *And there's the look of horror, followed by a morbid sort of curiosity. It takes him another sip and a steadying air-cycling to say anything out loud.* ...How?

crush all humanz: HOW WHAT?

crush all humanz: *idly* THE DESK WAS HARD TO FIND, BUT IT ALL WORKED OUT....
flyingcorvette: No no-- how are you interfacing with him? *Curiosity winning out over horror at this point*
crush all humanz: *blinks, then shrugs* HOLO. YOU STAY ON THE INTERNET AS LONG AS I DID IN THE OCEAN, YOU LEARN A FEW... HUM, MOVES, I SUPPOSE. *griiin* I'M QUITE GOOD WITH MINE, ACCORDING TO RUMORS.
flyingcorvette: You... Oh, like when I dumped th' water on you. *Sighs, apparently disappointed for some reason*

crush all humanz: *nods* A BIT. THOUGH WE WERE FAR TOO CLOTHED FOR THAT. *looks at him oddly* WHAT'S GOT YOU SO DOWN THIS TIME?
flyingcorvette: *Shakes his head, not so much on the depressed side as disappointed and -thinky-* It wouldn't work.

crush all humanz: WHY THE SLAG NOT? *shrugs* ASSUMIN' YER TALKIN' ABOUT YER SQUISHY, YOU HAVE A HOLO. USE IT. *sees no problem!*
flyingcorvette: He doesn't like mine. *Sips* ...And I don't partil- *pauses* Par-ti-cu-lar-ly like using my holo unless I have to.

crush all humanz: IF HE DOESN'T LIKE IT, CHANGE IT? *shrugs* 'S NOT HARD.
flyingcorvette: No. *Firm, vaguely affronted* I look -good-. If that's not what he wants, then... then tha's fine.

crush all humanz: *shrugs again and takes a long drink* WELL, TURN UP THE SENSORS IN YOUR INTERIOR AND LET THE SLAGGER FONDLE YER UPHOLSTERY.
flyingcorvette: Good idea. *He smiles a little, his optics half-closed as he lists to one side* Thank you.

crush all humanz: NO PROBLEM. BESIDES, THE SOONER YOU GET LAID - ONE WAY OR ANOTHER - THE SOONER YOU'LL BE LESS OF AN AFT, I THINK. *finishes off his cube*
flyingcorvette: *Snickers, still listing a bit and threatening to fall if he goes any further* You're th' aft. Nice one though. *How he means -that- is anyone's guess*

crush all humanz: *raises an optic ridge* LIGHTWEIGHT. AND 'M NOT NICE. JUST BORED. *clearly will be taking the role of "plzdon'tbesayingwhatithinkyou'resaying" tonight*
flyingcorvette: 'Mmm not. *He sighs again and gives in to gravity, slumping onto the berth*

crush all humanz: YOU ARE TOO. I'M STANDIN' STILL, AREN'T I? LIGHTWEIGHT.
flyingcorvette: You c'n drink lots. *And never mind Tracks is right out of the medbay - Ratchet would have his head if he knew he was doing this so soon after his release*
crush all humanz: *Bonecrusher knows the pain of the medbay :<* AND YOU ARE A LIGHTWEIGHT. *shakes his head* IF YOU START GETTIN' EMO AGAIN, YOU MIGHT AS WELL COME TALK TO ME. *makes for the door*

flyingcorvette: *Watching him go, Tracks snickers, recharge suddenly tugging at him with soft, warm fingers* Mm, will do~. 'Night, Bonecrusher...

crush all humanz: *half-waves and bam! out the door*