August 10th, 2002 ~Psykeout(D), Stronghold(D) A former transit station that extended both above and below ground, the Golden Blaster was recently reconstructed. This was once the junction station and has now been renovated into a quiet bar. Several tables are set about, while a former concession stand was converted to a bar equipped with stools for the patrons. The dim lighting and the smell of smoke waft gently through the sometimes still air, adding a quiet ambiance. A jukebox sits in the corner, carrying everything from the latest techno-pop to pre-war love melodies. The quiet in this room allows for deals to be made and secrets to be exchanged with little chance of eavesdropping. Behind the counter most nights is Shotglass, a femme who is very popular with the local patrons. Working the tables are the waiter, Tankard, and the waitress, Downtime. Players: Psykeout Objects: Drink Menu Slash Jukebox Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Crystal City - Commercial Sector -D- Spiral Staircase leads to Golden Blaster - Dance Floor -Psykeout has moved from his usual seat, sitting even further from the bathing light. His hands are wrapped around a glass, which seems to be filled with White Energon. Strange that the Decepticon is drinking something stronger, but that ever-present ener-cig still hangs out the corner of his mouth. His optics are a blood-curdling crimson, piercing any that might happen to look into them. -Moonlight bursts through the door and strides into the room, her steps light, easy, and graceful after the intitial stomp as she walks in. -Psykeout's optics do not even make a slight flicker, as Moonlight makes her entrance. He simply takes another drag off of his ener-cig, watching the femme cautiously. -Moonlight glances towards Psykeout's usual spot. When she doesn't see him sitting there, she shrugs then puts her hands on her hips. Like this she heads up to the bartender. -Psykeout watches with interest, just to see what Moonlight does. His usual spot is quickly taken up by a mech, one that obviously doesn't come in here that often. A few 'ooohs' and 'ahhhs' can be heard muttering through the Golden Blaster, as the mech slides into the seat. He says "What?" in the most innocent of voices, as Psykeout locks his gaze upon the stranger. Psyke says nothing, but just watches the entrant. Unfortunatly, the mech doesn't even notice the Decepticon staring at him. -Moonlight takes a seat on one of the stools at the bar and sits so that she has a good view of the door. She orders herself an enerwine and seems content to just sit, sip, and spectate. -Psykeout's optics remain still, as a scalpel comes from subspace. A soft 'clink' can be heard as it comes to rest upon the table. The owner of this scalpel doesn't move at all, however the ones that frequent this bar realize who the owner of that medical tool is. A few whimpers of fear can be heard trembling through the place of business, as a few others head out the door. Slash realizes what is going on, yet makes no effort to move from his position. A light wavers for a moment, casting a second's glint off of the scalpel. The mech glances over, however sees nothing. Drinking and singing merrily, he finally notices Moonlight. -Moonlight catches the optic of the mech for a brief second. Something seems a little out of place in that someone other than Psykeout is sitting in that seat. She shakes her head to herself...where is that crazy mech anyhow? -The mech starts calling out to Moonlight, motioning to the table. "C'mon sweetcheeks! You know you wanna join me. This is the perfect table! It's sitting in the corner, and there's even a name carved on the table..." His voice is a bit slurred and his optics are a bit wavy. This mech has had WAY too much to drink. -Moonlight smiles slightly and puts a hand to her chest. "I'm flattered...really. But I prefere to meet people /before/ they drink and get them drunk afterwards. You're doing things a bit backwards fella. Besdies, you might make a mess of that table and I don't think the usualoccupant would like that very much." She turns her smile into one of her usual, broad grins with its usual dose of mischief. -The mech laughs heartily, "But...your beautiful! You and I would work so well together..." The scalpel suddenly disappears from the table, it's owner holding it within his grasp. Psykeout's optics have a sudden purple glint flash through them, as he watches this interchange with interest. The stranger knocks over his glass, spilling some mech-ade all over. Slash snickers softly, but still...does nothing. -Moonlight arches an optic ridge, which is concealed by her hat. She doesn't seem to be taking the flattery very seriously. "Pshaw. I'm sure you say that to all the femmes, right?" She bats a hand against his shoulder, like when two good pals are joking with each other. -The strange mech reaches out forcefully, attempting to grasp the Decepticon femme. The glint of the scalpel can be seen in the light once again, but this time it's not in the hands of it's owner. It's headed straight for the mech. Entering into the optic of the mech, fuel flies everywhere. A soft, yet stern, voice fills the room. "Wasn't going to pay his tab anyways." Psykeout moves out of the seat he was in, his optics still a blood red. -Moonlight frowns slightly, not appreciating the thought of getting grabbed...she's the one who should be doing the grabbing anyhow. She frowns even more when fuel gets all over her. Making a face that shows her disgust, she quickly motions for the bartender to throw her a rag. While waiting she shakes her head at Psykeout. -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, offering the femme a soft shrug. "Hey. Only I'm allowed to harass you, no?" Motioning to the table, he offers her a seat. -Moonlight shrugs and walks over to Psykeout, wiping away the fluid from the most annoying spots with her hands. She doesn't sit down, however...not yet. "Perhaps. But next time you feel the need to ward of some mech who gets too eager, try a less messy way, okay?" -Psykeout notes that the bartender is taking ENTIRELY too long for the towel, as he watches Moonlight move to the table. Putting his hands upon the bar, he leans over to speak with the bartender. His optics mere inches away from the face of the owner of the bar, he snarls two words. "Towel. Now." Moments later, a towel is given to the Psychologist. Tossing it to Moonlight, he slides into the seat. "As promised." -Moonlight deftly catches the towel and applies it to herself. "And I'll hold you to that as well." Once she sure she's clean enough, and she certainly does a thourough job of it, she takes a seat across from Psykeout. "So, what happened with you and Blitzwing after I left?" -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "If there truly IS a next time, a scalpel will only be the beginning of his destruction." Narrowing his optics slightly at the name, he leans back into the shadows, "Blitzwing disappeared shortly after you did. It seems as though he wasn't willing to handle the awesome mental power of Psykeout." -Moonlight chuckles softly. "You've better cut down on that ego of yours. Could get you into trouble." She leans against the table. "So. You know that guy or just didn't like him sitting in your seat?" -Psykeout laces his fingers together, placing his elbows upon the table. "Both,actually." His words flow out of his mouth, as he toys with the sounds idly. No real phonetics are messed with, just the sounds that flow out. He lights another ener-cig, motioning for a drink. Lookig to Moonlight, "Would you happen to desire something? It's on me." Slash moves over, beginning the removal of the strange mech. -Moonlight nods her head. "Sure. Just the usual please." She leans back now to relax. "Why'd you sit someplace else if you didn't want people sitting here?" -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Such an interesting question, from an inquizitive femme." He nods to the mech-ress as the drinks are delivered, looking back to Moonlight. "He has been occupying my seat when I am not here. He has also been making lewd gestures and commentary towards the femmes of this establishment. While I am not the strongest of Decepticons, I am well respected within these walls." He allows a soft snarl to escape his lips, "I decided to sit elsewhere, within the shadows, watching for this mech. Then...just wait for the opportune time to strike." -Moonlight nods her head and takes her drink in hand. "I see. So, you've gotten rid of a pest, which is good." She sips at her drink. "Any other plans you'd like to forewarn me about? I like to avoid getting messy if I can." -The door swings open and the largish Stronghold steps through the front doors. The big white and blue mech looks around and walks into the bar area. -Psykeout allows a smile to cross his lips, his teeth glistening with a blinding white. "I shall let you know of plans, after they have been carried out." His smile quickly disappears, as his optics glare at the newest entrant. -Moonlight shakes a finger at Psykeout in a mock scolding manner. "Fine. But if it involves me getting all wet and messy like that again, you bring the towel next time." She frowns for a brief second. "Besides, what makes you think I can't take care of myself?" -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, placing the scalpel that is still dirty upon the table. "Are you making a threat against me, femme?" Slash eyes Psykeout, but makes no motion towards him. -Stronghold smiles and nods at Psykeout and then looks over at Mooney with an odd expression at the dirty and wet comments, "Dont worry miss. After spending time with Psyke here most of us feal a little dirty." He smiles at his own joke. -Moonlight shakes her head. "Not at all. Have you ever seen me threaten anyone before?" And she makes with the innocent optics at Psykeout. Then she looks /up/ at Stronghold. "Hello there fella. I don't believe we've met before. My name's Moonlight. As for your comment, I've certainly hung around Psykeout here long enough to know all about feeling dirty. But as always when you only hear the end of the conversation, I'm sure you don't really know what we were talking about." -Psykeout removes the scalpel from the table, returning it to subspace. "Be wary that you don't, Moonlight. For the consequences could be disasterous." His optics narrow to a mere slit, as Stronghold steps through the door. "After our last meeting, I am surprised that you're so kind." Psyke's voice drips with both sarcasm and hatred, "You are an insolent fool, Stronghold. Comment only on the things that you know." -Stronghold sits down at the table uninvited, "Insolent fool or not Psykeout I would not go around picking fights with the other cons. Right now were all that stands from the Bots ripping you to scrap." He nods to Moonlight, "Oh and incase my friend here didn't say it loud enough for you I am Stronghold. Its a pleasure to meet you." -Moonlight nods polietly to Stronghold and gives him a winning smile. Then she turns back to Psykeout. "I'm not abstaining from threatening you because of the consequences...just so you know." -Psykeout's optics flicker slightly, beneath the shielding lids. "I can pick fights with whomever I wish, Stronghold. The Autobots wouldn't dare to try an attack such as they did again." Turning to Moonlight, he simply nods a single time. -Stronghold smiles at Psykeout, "Well if you find yourself in a bind and no one comes to your aid other then myself do not complain to me." He signals to a waitress to bring him an enerwine and he looks at the other two, "So other then confirming that Moonlight is not afriad of you what are we up to?" -Moonlight throws back her head and laughs. "Not much Stronghold, not much at all." -Psykeout looks to Stronghold, his optics beginning to change quicker. No comment escapes his lips, just the arrival...of Slash. -Slash walks over, standing tall and menecing. "Speak badly of Psykeout, find yourself in pain." He moves back to his position at the door. -Stronghold notices the flikering of Psykeout's optics and then Slash's presence, "When did I speak poorly of Psykeout?" -Moonlight glances across the table at Psykeout. "I don't think that a bouncer should be able to take on such a well built Decepticon as Stronghold here. Besides, we're all on the same side. Perhaps we should act like it." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "You simply spoke, Stronghold. That is enough." Snapping his attention to Moonlight, "Perhaps..." With that he stands up, vacating his seat once again. -Stronghold nods, "I do not want to pick a fight with you or anyone else. Espchily a comrade." He notices psyke standing, "Dont leave on account of me. Stay I shall order you a drink." -Moonlight glances up at Psykeout. "We're not that bad are we?" -Psykeout looks down to the two, his optics returning to their normal violet, however there is a slight glimmer as he speaks to Stronghold. It's as though he's half serious, yet half kidding at the same time. "Your offer for a drink is futile, Stronghold. I care not for your pathetic offerings of ener-hol. You can offer me something else. Offer me your assistance in combat if it is ever required." Turning to Moonlight, he offers her a pained smile. "I leave for reasons of my own. That is all that is to be known." -Stronghold nods, "My offer to assist you is a standing one. Should you need me that is what I am there for." He pauses his little reminder but deiceds to go for the full effect, "I will always try my best to keep you safe the same I would do for any fellow decepticon" -Moonlight just nods her head. "Well, have a good cycle...you always come back here anyhow." She turns to Stronghold. "You're into that whole protection thing then, aren't you?" -Psykeout's optics flicker with the faintest amount of respect, "...You have my rifle to protect you, if the time shall ever occur..." With that, he is gone. -Stronghold nods to moonlight, "I was desgined to protect it is what I do and what I am good at." -Moonlight nods and sips at her enerwine. "Fair enough. I suppose it makes sense." -Stronghold looks slightly confused, "Oh?" -Moonlight grins. "Well, if you were built to defend and you all of a sudden decided you wanted to be a medic, it might not work so well for you." -Stronghold nods, "I see now what you were getting at." -Moonlight finishes her drink and pushes the glass aside. "Well, that's good." She stands up and puts her tip on the table. "I'm gonna go stretch my legs. It was nice meeting you though." -Stronghold nods, "I hope we can do this again some time." -Moonlight heads for the door but answers over her shoulder. "Hopefully without the grumpy Psykeout though." And with that she walks on out of the bar. Platinum Transit Line The former transit tunnel, despite its long abandonment and disuse, is still enormous. There is very little in the way of light, as the electrical systems that once ran the system have long since been abandoned and scrapped for work on the surface. Trash from scavengers litter the tunnels, and along with the frequent tunnel collapses, make for uncertain vision in the blurr of twists and turns that could lose even the most navigationally inclined Cybertronian. Skullcruncher Psykeout's Office Obvious Exits: -E- East leads to Crystal City Transit Station. -Skullcruncher looks Moonlight up and down gruffly, before stating his peace. "You're here, why?" -Moonlight folds her hands behind her back and smiles 'sweetly' at the guard type fellow. "Just looking for Psykeout. He doesn't happen to be in, does he?" -Skullcruncher looks at the femme, his optics narrowing. "I'm sorry. Did I stutter? I didn't ask who you were looking for. I asked you to state your business." -Moonlight's facial expression doesn't change, but her vocal one does. "No, you didn't stutter, but neither did I. You asked why I am here, and I told you that I'm here to find Psykeout." -Skullcruncher pulls out a large Ion_Rifle, his optics flaring in anger. "3rd time's a charm. State your business. Not who your looking for. What reason do you have to be here?" -Moonlight sighs and puts a hand to her head as though it aches. "Looks like a failure to communicate here. I'm looking for Psykeout. How much more specific do you need me to get? Do I need a reason to see him?" -Skullcruncher nods curtly. -Moonlight grins broadly. "Because I'm a nosy sort of wench and I would like to speak to the Psychologist. I'm certainly not here to gaze into his optics and do nothing else." -Skullcruncher snarls softly, "If you were to simply 'gaze in his optics' as you put it, then you wouldn't be the first. You may pass." He motions to the door. -Moonlight tips her hat at the surly fellow and walks on in. Psykeout's Office As you enter into the barren wasteland...errrr....Psykeout's Office, there is a cloud of smoke that is let out the door behind you. A very plain office, with a Lay-Z-Megatron chair in the back left corner and a bathroom in the right corner, much can be found here. In the middle of the room, is a couch, where one might sit, or perhaps even lay down. EXITS - Fine! Ya wanna leave? Get the hell outta here. Contents: Psykeout(#2308POVentACxF) -Moonlight walks on into the office. "Is he like that on his own, or do you tell him to act that way?" she says by way of greeting. -Psykeout sits in his chair, an ener-cig resting between his fingers. Not at all surprised by her entrance, a whisper of a smile crosses the face of the Decepticon. "No. He's that charming all on his own. I honestly don't know where he gets it from. I guess he's just guilty about the fact that I was the one that created him." -Moonlight looks around herself. "This place looks like it needs some touching up or something." She looks back at Psykeout. "Why would he feel guilty?" -Psykeout smiles sadisticly, "I saved him from certain death. It seems as though Whiplash had a bit of an entertaining feast planned for him. He was to be the main course." -Moonlight shrugs. "Didn't know Whiplash was like that." She looks directly at his smile. "You seem to enjoy telling me this...." -Psykeout nods a few times, chuckling to himself. "Yes, actually. To both. I feed off the pain of others, in case you hadn't noticed. As for Whiplash...*pause*...She *IS* a MedusaSaur, after all." -Moonlight gestures to the couch. "May I, or is that just for patients?" -Psykeout nods once, putting his ener-cig out. "By all means." -Moonlight seats herself comfortably, if not lady-like, on the couch. "So, you're a Psychologist, which means you want to help people, and a medic to boot. But you feed off of people's pain. Sounds a bit contradictory to me." She pauses. "And what /is/ a MedusaSaur anyhow?" -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Perhaps that is the point, Moonlight. Perhaps I am simply trying to confuse you. Try and send you into a mental plethora of madness, as you attempt to comprehend what exactly occurs within my disturbed version of reality." He takes a sip off of a glass that is near him, watching for her reaction carefully. -Moonlight moves her head back and forth as though pondering something. "Maybe. Or maybe you don't know what you want either. And you haven't answered my question...what is a MedusaSaur? Is it something real or something created only once out of someone's nightmare?" -Psykeout smiles faintly, "Perhaps. However, a MedusaSaur is a horrible creature. It is something that was created out of a nightmare, yes. However, it was distorted. Changed into an ugly form, that desires nothing more than to tear apart it's enemies...." He drifts off, as his smile broadens, "...and sometimes allies." -Moonlight nods her head. "You want me to be scared of Whiplash or something?" She smiles. "I consider her a friend and I think she returns the sentiment. And there is a big difference between friends and allies." -Psykeout bows his head, a sadistic smile crossing his lips. "There is a difference between friends and allies. I shall agree with you. Although. I do not say you must be 'scared' of Whiplash, per se. I am simply saying that you should simply respect her power." -Moonlight makes a slight sniffing noise. "Respect. That's something I've always had trouble with." She taps her chest with a single finger."I respect many people, but I don't show it with the pomp and circumstance that people associate with respect. But I didn't come here to talk about MedusaSaurs in general or Whiplash in specific." -Psykeout's optics flicker to a deeper violet, "Then what did you come here to discuss?" -Moonlight shakes her head. "Not discuss exactly. I just think that when you act like you have something important to do you just head home because you don't feel like facing the world...or big guys like Stronghold, anymore." -Psykeout raises his optic ridges, "I actually did have something to do, Moonlight. I ventured down to Dead End, keeping tabs on my workings down there. There was a distress call that came through on my radio. Facing large mechs and the world is not a problem. I've dealt with ones bigger. Do you quickly forget that I stood up to Ultra Magnus?" -Moonlight shrugs. "So. I've been shot by him. But you always go off to do something, but I never hear of anything being done by you. Except the occassional capture of course." She frowns at her last sentence. -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "When you were shot, did you fight back? Did you actually face your fears, returning the firefight?" -Moonlight shakes her head. "Of course not. We were ordered a retreat. I stayed behind to draw off a few shots while the wounded got away. Then I ran because everyone else was running." -Psykeout says, "Then you did not fight." -Moonlight grins broadly. "No. People like Ghost and Whiplash were leaving. Why would l'il me stay around to tackle a plethora of 'Bots? I'm not looking forward to dying or anything. But that's not the point...not at all. I don't talk tough because I'm not a warrior." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "I have attacked Ultra Magnus on my own. It is not the fact of being a warrior. It is not the fact of looking forward to death. It's having the courage to stand up to your fears." -Moonlight runs her thumb along her fingernails, looking at them closely. "It could be that. But I never said I wanted to be brave, or even cared about it. I'll take being a live coward over a dead brave person any cycle." She looks back at Psykeout. "Why do you seem to think everyone is out to get you anyhow?" -Psykeout shrugs, "Because most are, Moonlight. There are many who want my head on a stake. Both Decepticons and Autobots alike." -Moonlight throws up her hands. "But I didn't even sound like I was threatening you, and you thought that I was! What does me being able to take care of /myself/ have remotely to do with taking /you/ out?" -Psykeout bows his head, chuckling softly, "Idle threats are made between Decepticons every time a new cycle begins. Or...have you not seen this?" -Moonlight pokes her thumb at herself. "Well, I pride myself on being atypical. And I still fail to see why my comment set you off like that...." She looks to Psykeout for an explanation. -Psykeout shakes his head, "Your sight for understanding the unknown is not surprising. I suggest you take your leave, before it has worn out it's welcome." -Moonlight stands up. "Gee. I suppose I should be a good little femme and leave when I'm asked. You could be a tad bit more polite though..." She starts to head for the door. -Psykeout chuckles, "Your right. I could. However, that is another discussion for another time." -Moonlight bows low, sweaping her hat off her head. "Another time then good sir." And chuckling she leaves the office.