February 13th, 2003
~Solar(D), Enfilade(D), Ghost(D), Onslaught(D)

The Wild Surge - Bar

     Dimly lit and noisy, Dead End's only bar is never lacking in patrons. While the energon isn't of the best quality, many of the chemical additives are unique to the place, and so highly prized by those who can afford them, even outside of the city. For those less affluent, the wall behind the bar still offers old, contaminated energon and various forms of crude-grade fuel as well as the more acceptable low and high grade energon, plus some interesting compounds that are better left to the imagination.


Solar [Robot] [D] 
Silentlight [Robot] [A] 
Onslaught [Robot] [D]

Obvious Exits:
 -O- Out leads to Dead End - North Strip


-Solar comes in and sits down at his favorite table and puts his feet up on the table in front of him
-Moonlight has her aft parked on the end of the bar, her legs dangling care-free over the edge. In her hand is a glass of white-enerwine. A small thudding sound can be heard as the heel of her feet bump against the side of the bar.
-Solar throws a new hat in Moonlights general direction, watching it twirl through the air before it hits her in the back.
-Enfilade wanders into the room...surprised to see Calenture. Oh /boy/. That clinches it...she is /not/ bringing Phalanx here.
-Calenture evidently walks into the bar just before Enfilade does, unawares that the commander was visiting tonight. He wasnt aware that he would be coming here either but his feet seemed to bring him this way. The usually dapper and amused seeming seeker has a slight pall about him as he heads towards the bar, unawares of who jusst walked in behind him.
-Solar nods at Cal and Fil as the enter seperately into the bar, he's waiting to see ML's reaction to a hat he has just thrown at her back
-Moonlight catches the hat deftly. As Solar had promised, it's appropriately guady. In form it looks pretty much like an ordinary top hat. But it is royal purple in color and has a dark green band around it with a small, lighter green feather sticking out from the band on the left side. Moonlight grins broadly, sticks the hat atop her head, and says to Solar, "Thanks. My hatlessness had started to get on my nerves."
-Enfilade moves away from Calenture, not wanting to get into this mess, and sits herself down at the opposite end of the bar, making a gesture for a drink....make it two. She's gonna need 'em
-Calenture settles down and orders himself a nice, large, metal cannister of something called worlds collide. With something akin to an afterthought, he shuts his radio off, setting himself off duty for the eve.
-Onslaught definately has a bit of a bounce in his step as he enters the Surge. Bounce-step, bounce-step, bounce-step, all the way to the bar. And what's this? Why, he's ordering some drinks for himself...how refreshing. A smaller mug and a larger mug are placed on the bar, and Onslaught sits down to begin to consume the energon within them, almost oblivious to the wonderous world of Decepticons around him.
-Solar starts working on paperwork that he has on the table. He knows what goes on in the bar and listens to whats going on
-Enfilade raises her optic ridge at Onslaught who is honestly not acting right lately. "Onsy. How ya doin?"
-Moonlight chuckles to herself as she hops off the bar, crosses the room, and gives Solar a BIG HUG. Who needs salutes and 'Yes sirs' when you can have a nice, friendly hug of appreciation. Of course, Moonlight could just like to get Solar annoyed. Who knows?
-Onslaught chuckles as he almost instantly offers Enfilade the larger mug, responding to her request with quite the uplifted tone in his vocals, "How am I doing? Why...joyous joyous cycle. Thanks for asking. QUITE well indeed I do think...and yourself?"
-Solar grrs and shudders as he gets hugged "Ger-off me"
-Calenture turns his head at the sound of a familiar voice.. Uhoh.. the boss.. both of them.. He focuses intently on his mug of.. fizzing stuff, shoulders hunched over in a vain attempt to not draw attention to himself.
-Moonlight full out laughs. "Solar, I've been told by many a mech that I'm quite the sight for sore optics. Getting hugged can't be /that/ bad." She steps back and winks. "Of course you always have been Mr. Grumpy."
-Solar says, "I am Mr. Grumpy as you put it cause I have work to do and gettin close to mechs isn't what I need ta do right now,"
-Enfilade raises an optic ridge. "You look very...cheery, Onslaught. Have you solved your little problem?"
-Onslaught cocks his head at Enfilade and pauses, obviously thinking over potential responses, "Cheery? Nope...not I. Problem solved....ehhh...no my dear, nothing solved. No problem. Nothing up. By the by, how are YOU doing?"
-Calenture sip shis drick with a straw, darn theses masks.. A shake of his head as he decides that avoiding others is just plain... strange for him. Looking back over, he speaks, "Hye there Onslaught, COmmander Enfilade."
-Enfilade narrows her optics. This is /not/ the Onsy she knows. She says, "Calenture, would you like to....join us?" She wants another opinion, later...
-Solar calls out to the others "Can't you get this femme away from me?" he's only partly joking.
-Moonlight doesn't seem to be dampened at all by Solar's 'grumpiness'. "Hey, just remember it was your idea to put me into Intel in the first place." She turns to look at the other Cons. "I suppose you're all gonna take his side, yes?" she asks with a grin.
-Onslaught turns and notices Calenture, visor glowing softly, "Ahhh...Calenture...by all means, please do join us. If not by the commander's request, then at least by mine."
-Calenture inclines his head, picking up the fizzing drink and moving to a stool closer, "Certainly. I take it that I'm not the only one looking for a nice relaxing moment?"
-Enfilade grumbles "I'm looking for a nice /comatose/ moment," but she doesn't have that dark look on her visor suggesting she actually means it. She's trying ot see what she can get out of this strange Onslaught.
-Calenture's drink seems to be fizzing and occasionally shooting off sparks of some sort. He sips it through that darned straw, "Yeah.. Things could be worse." he says with a touch of amusement. "Although getting good and slammed seems to be a fine idea to me right now."
-Moonlight folds her arms. Maybe if she has some fancy title or something people would pay more attention to her. She knows she's an attention hog and for some reason she really hates to be ignored. She makes her way over to the assembled group of Decepticons. "Hello all." She puts her hands on her hip. "Got room for one more, or is this an elite party?" she asks, pushing her hat back slightly so it looks somewhat crooked. She flashes them all a big, Moonlight style grin.
-Solar sighs and puts down the paperwork, "I can see that I ain't gonna get any work done this cycle, so I might as well go over to the others"
-Enfilade grins. "Moonlight. Come on over." Funny, Enfilade is talking big but not drinking much....she has to be sober to kep an optic on "onslaught."
-Calenture glances at Moonlight before he sets his drink down. With visor brightening, he reaches out to sweep her into his lap, "Sure, plenty of room." he says with a chuckle.
-Solar saunters over behind the bar and graps a simple can of oil "Cripes ya'all are blowin off a hell of a lot of steam tonight, your all goofy as frag"
-Onslaught hmms as he places his mug aside and stretches a little. Not really a necessarily action, but still a symbolic gesture all the same, looking directly at Calenture he states "Perhaps getting good and slammed might work for you...not my style I'm afraid...but you knew that already I'm sure." then turning his attention to Enfilade he pauses for a few brief moments, just staring at her...visor glowing warmly as he does so, finally breaking his own silence with words that seem to merely tumble out of his vocals, "No really Enfilade...what seems to be troubling you?"
-Moonlight doesn't resist, but shoots Solar a glance. "See, someone appreciates me," she says with a chuckle. Of course, she hadn't really seen Cal since they had a bit of an argument at the Arena after her punishment there. But Moonlight isn't the kind to hold grudges. Actually, she takes a great deal of satisfaction from seeing so many Cons in the bar. "So, how is everyone?" she asks.
-Enfilade says softly, "A friend of mine is under a great deal of stress and I'm rather worried about how he's handling it."
-Solar just sighs and rolls his one optic.
-Calenture sips his drink, Moonlight in lap. "You're appreciated. Just most of us are too standoffish to be demonstrative." He shrugs, glancing at Enfilade for a moment, "Yeah.. I think we're all worried about someone or another, m.. eh.. Commander."
-Moonlight nods. "Well, we wouldn't be much of a team if we didn't all feel concern for someone now and then. But I've never really been standoffish." She thinks for a moment. "But I also didn't live most of my life knowing that anything and everything I cared about might be gone within a cycle." She shakes her head, not really liking to take her thinking in that direction. "You know, I think it's really great that we're all here in a group again, just here to relax. I haven't seen that happen in quite a while. It's refreshing."
-Solar says, "I suppose if this is gonna be a party, I'll make the drinks free"
-Enfilade looks over at calenture and says quietly, "I didn't expect to see you here." Or ever...Ghost, it seems, couldn't keep the front up and Fil can hardly blame her, though there's no military reason to quit.... "Do you still have a ...military duty?"
-Calenture peers at Enfilade, visor sparkling softly, "Still active my lady." he replies with a gentle note to his voice.
-Enfilade opens her mask and smiles. "I'm glad to hear it." Evidently they're still on speaking terms even if they're no longer dating...
-Moonlight blinks her optics. People can just /stop/ having Military Duty? She had always gotten a different impression. Oh well. "So, what do you all think of my newest hat?" If /that/ isn't a light subject of conversation, Moonlight doesn't know what is.
-Solar says, "I gotta get me a dart board"
-Calenture glances at the hat in question, "It is.. definatly you, Moonlight." He chuckles before peering back at Enfilade, "Unless someones planning on having me shipped out.. And you know how rumors leak in this gig like air from a verollian freighter...." he shrugs.
-Moonlight turns slightly to grin at Calenture. "Thanks." As for rumors, Moonlight knows all about those. Most of the time they are amusing, but they can cause trouble too. "Why would they ship you out?" she asks.
-Calenture shrugs, "I'm in no hurry to leave.. But... Seemed to do more good out in outpost land than around here.. Not used to being low mech on the totem pole." His visor glimmers, voice carrying some level of wry amusement. "But I far prefer the company here.. I assure you."
-Solar says, "Well how many places can you go in outpost land where a willing femme jumps in you lap?"
-Calenture makes much about mentally counting an answer, tilting his head to one side then the other, "Eh.. None." he replies with a chuckle.
-Enfilade says dryly to Solar, 'Can you picture me in his lap?"
-Moonlight fixes Solar with a mock glare. "I didn't jump...I was pulled." Then she turns to Enfilade and gives her a rather odd look.
-Solar says, "Don't ask me those kinds of questions Fil, I couldn't see you all lovey dovey with the Bounty Hunter either"
-Calenture looks at Enfilade, then Moonlight, then solar before rather smartly taking a sip of his drink, evading commentary.
-Enfilade's good mood utterly vanishes, and she knocks back her drinks with stunning rapidity.
-Solar says, "I said somethin I shoudln't have"
-Calenture's visor darkens and he murmurs to Moonlight for a moment. "Scuse me.. ... ... ... ... real ... after this and I ... my legs."((Scuse me.. Might have to run real quick after this and I need my legs.))
-Moonlight folds her arms. "You know, from an objective opint of view, you Decepticons are really good at not relaxing when you should." She doesn't include herself in the statement because she doesn't think it applies to her at all. When Calenture speaks to her, she gets up and goes to get herself a non-living variety of a chair.
-Solar gets out another mug for Enfilade, higher grade stuff
-Calenture stands up with a fluid movement, stepping over to Enfilade. He reaches out, putting an arm around her shoulders, "Scuse me.." he murmurs, before he dips her over in a quick move to plant a smootch on her.
-Enfilade looks up, startled, and then....blinks, and smiles. Frag Stormrunner. She's not alone, here.
-Calenture straightens Enfilade back up, dusts himself off and says, "You can slap me for that.. but.." he shrugs, "Can't stand to see you frown."
-Onslaught awakens as if from a dream...yet unfortunately is right where he left off...sitting in the Surge, surrounded by Decepticons.
-Moonlight shakes her head in disbelief. She /really/ has to drag Enfilade off someplace and talk with her. "Oooookay," she says softly to herself. Being part of the Decepticons certainly isn't /dull/.
-Enfilade's wings sway slighlty. She's not flirting in return but she's not slapping either. She looks...relaxed.
-Onslaught pretending as if he actually knows what the heck is going on, blurts out one of his random comments that he feels may or may not apply to the conversation, "Right right...and then I told them I simply couldn't. After that, it was kidlet's play.....sorry, where were we?"
-Calenture gets his drink, "Drinking and talking about redecorating Darkmount. I think a more chromed scheme would lighten moral." He seems dead serious, visor brightening aside.
-Moonlight raises a hand slightly. "Don't shoot me...but you guys are all very, very strange."
-Solar says, "Hey Cal talkin about decorations, I decided not to go with the Black and instead kept the white"  Solar sets up another round of drinks.
-Calenture Settles back in his seat, "I think white looks like you. Fits.." he replies, sipping at his first drink still.
-Solar says, "How many white cons are there anyways?"
-Moonlight nods. "Sort of goes with the name Solar. Well, actually yellow would be more fitting, but would probably look really bad too."
-Calenture mock-shudders, "Errgh.. Yellow.. Now.. Gold.. thats a different story.. but its got to be muted."