Oracle is standing around looking quite content with doing just that.
Garrison was a hovercar a few seconds ago, but, is now a robot. The wonders of being a product of 1980's marketing. He does this amazing process as he spies Oracle. He begins the walk over to her.
Oracle smiles as Garrison approaches.
Garrison finishes his walk over to Oracle. He begins to speak, and stops. He thinks. In the course of three seconds, he's figured out what to say, "Heya."
You say, "And how are you today?"
Garrison shrugs, "Better than usual. How's Cybertron's only historian?"
You say, "I'm doing well enough. Though it seems as though the Decepticons are rather intent on converting me to their cause..."
Garrison raises a brow, "And, do you intend to cross over? If you did, I'd have to stop bothering you, every chance I got." although his mouth can't be seen, it's obvious he's grinning.
Oracle laughs lightly. "I have no intentions on doing so. I don't wish to cut off my contacts with anyone. That's why I plan to stay free of affiliation."
Garrison nods, "Well. Good choice. What're ya doin' standing in the middle of the road, anyway?"
You say, "Well, I was just kind of wandering around, and I stopped here for a while. I was a little tired of the city, so I just started walking."
Garrison crosses his arms, "Yeah. The city gets boring. Booze is only entertaining for so long, y'know?"
You say, "I suppose, although I don't drink often, only when it's offered to me in fact."
Garrison shrugs, "Well. I tried to quit."
You say, "So, what have you been up to lately?"
Garrison hmmms, "Getting out of Darkmount, and making press statements, and hoping no one notices how <crappy> I look." he chuckles.
You say, "You were in Darkmount?!?!"
Garrison nods, "Two cons beat me up, buried me in Unix, and then came back for me. I was in Darkmount for about three hours, before I managed to get out. Amazing what a laser scalpel, and some resourcefulness will do, eh?"
Oracle sounds concerned. "Yes, very resourceful. Who beat you up?"
Garrison shrugs, "The dead guy, and, uh, Darkraid."
Oracle sounds disappointed and slightly shocked. "Darkraid?"
Garrison nods, "I think it was only to save his, err, comrade from getting further hurt. I was unarmed, too. He did stop the other guy from chopping my head off, though." he sighs, "Why? Darkraid a friend of yours?"
You say, "Yes, Darkraid is one of my better friends."
Garrison nods, "Well. I'm sure it was nothing personal, Oracle. He was just doing his job. You must know my opinion of the Decepticons as a whole isn't a good one."
You say, "Your affiliation makes it almost self-evident that you dislike the Decepticons. But it's rather pressing to have good friends on both sides of the chaos. Up until now I haven't had any problems with one of my aquaintances having "trouble" with one of my other friends."
Garrison sighs, "Well. He saved my life, if it means anything."
You say, "It was very esteemable of him. I've always held him in high opinion."
Garrison nods, "He seems to be the noble type. Where, I'm just not. I'd imagine he's the superior out of the two of us."
You say, "I wasn't casting judgement upon you. I don't see you as being such a bad sort. Then again, I like almost anyone who doesn't open fire on me first, or cause trouble."
Garrison nods, "Right. You'll excuse me if I sit down?"
Oracle gestures. "Sure, but I'm sure there's better places to sit than here. But if you're content with sitting here, then that's fine as well."
Garrison chuckles, "Where do you wanna go?"
You say, "Somewhere besides Crystal City."
Garrison hmmms, "Well. That's actually a toughie. Anywhere non-hostile, I'd fancy... know anyplace?"
You say, "Actually, I mostly circulate around Crystal City. The only other place I've really been was the Polyhex, but neither of us would be welcome there."
Oracle smiles wistfully.
Garrison hmmms. "Well. There's our outpost, near here. I could let you in, as long as you promised not to, errr, do anything that would make me not want to let you in, again."
You say, "Hmmmm, I don't know. Last time I got too far into an affilated territory, I got in trouble. Maybe we should go back to the city."
You say, "Sure."
Garrison smirks, "Wanna walk, or drive?"
You say, "I prefer walking. It's my /only/ mode of transportation."
Garrison nods, "Well, if you needed, I could give you a ride. At any rate. Let's go."
You say, "After you."
Garrison nods, and walks southward.
Garrison sighs, "Well. Guess I can buy you a drink. What'll ya have?"
You say, "Anything will be fine, thank you."
Garrison nods, "Not too strong, right?" he says with a grin, as he removes his mask.
Oracle smiles. "Right."
Garrison orders a white enerwine for Oracle, and a mug of enerbeer for himself. "So, what've you been up to?"
Darkraid steps into the bar and scans over the crowd. He notes Orcale and garrison with apparently passing interset
You say, "Debating the Decepticon's cause with a few Decepticons. In otherwords, just talking with people, as ususal."
Oracle, upon noticing Darkraid enter, she smiles and waves to him.
Garrison nods, "And taking notes? I wonder. Do they debate their cause, with each other?"
Oracle laughs. "Not around me they don't. They're too busy trying to convince me, and it's not easy to convince someone of something if your force is divided. Am I right?"
Garrison nods, "That's why we have trouble. A lot of us aren't too sure what our cause -is-."
Oracle leans against the bar with a sigh. "That's why I remain true to my own cause. It's easier that way."
Darkraid motions to the barbot, "F-5"
Oracle turns back to Garrison. "Yes, it is. Although it's more like recording the present so that by the time it's the past, it won't be lost."
Darkraid says, "Well enough...."
Garrison nods, "Yeah, I know." he grins/
Oracle says to Darkraid, "You don't sound too positive."
Darkraid says, "That may be because I'm not"
Oracle sounds concerned. "Is something wrong?"
Garrison takes a gulp of his beer, and just stays quiet.
Darkraid nods and opens his faceplate, grabbing the F-5 as it arrives and downing about half of it before lowering it and closing his faceplate again
You say, "I take it you don't care to discuss it currently?"
Garrison smirks, "I can leave, Darkraid."
Darkraid looks to Garrison and shrugs, "Frankly I don't care either way." He turns to Oracle, "Perhaps I do..."
Oracle puts a hand each on both Darkraid and Garrison's arm. "I'm certain we can both sit in her without problem."
Garrison shrugs, "I just wouldn't want him to confide in me... I'm, well, the enemy."
Darkraid chuckles, "I've talked to E.R. about this so why should I be worried?"
You say, "I have no enemies. I only wish that was the way of most. Unfortunately I must be content with preventing as much strife as I can."
Garrison shrugs, "By now, you know I'm not really a violent mech. I just wouldn't want him to do anything uncomfortable."
You say, "I can vouch for him that he wouldn't do anything 'uncomfortable' here."
Darkraid nods and downs the rest of the F-5, "I may be dim but I'm not stupid"
You say, "Who said you were?"
Garrison downs the rest of his beer.
Darkraid says, "No one though it felt as if it were implied..."
Garrison raises a brow, "I didn't imply anything, friend."
You say, "Well, they don't know what they're talking about."
Darkraid says, "I know"
Garrison sighs, and orders another beer. He feels out of place, and the akwardness can be seen on his face.
Oracle takes a moment to sip her enerwine, her face growing contemplative.
Darkraid watches Oracle silently.
Garrison does, too. Wow. She should feel special.
Oracle puts her glass down and taps the side of the glass with a finger, her left optic ridge rising slightly.
Garrison says, "What's up?"
Oracle laughs slightly. "I'm not used to being the object of two sets of optics at once."
Garrison shrugs, "You'll get over it."
Oracle's second optic ridge rises to match the first one. "Really?"
Garrison shrugs, "Is it that unpleasant? I can look at some other femme."
Darkraid blinks, "I'm surprised..."
Oracle hastily finishes her enerwine.
Garrison smirks, "What?"
You say, "Pardon?"
Garrison shrugs, "you increased your drinking speed. Did I offend you?"
You say, "Um...not at all. I'm fine."
Garrison raises a brow, "I'm sorry, if I did. and, if you say I gotta go, I'll know I did."
Darkraid says, "Are you sure? I have to agree with Garrison on this. If I'm making you uncomfortable I can look elsewhere..."
You say, "No, you don't have to go. Besides, I don't own the Blaster, nor do I control who is here and where their optics rest."
Garrison smirks. "I meant, if you suddenly made an excuse to leave, is what I meant."
You say, "I have no intentions of leaving."
Garrison nods, "I'll look somewhere else, if it offends you."
Oracle laughs, somewhat uncertainly. "I'm not offended at all. I do believe I'm one of the hardest femmes to offend on Cybertron."
Darkraid nods and relaxes, opening his faceplate to reveal a smile, "That's good to know..."
Garrison shrugs, "If you say so... "
You say, "I insist."
Garrison nods, "Alright, so, uh...." he tries to change the subject.
Oracle notes that feeling of 'time to change subject', gets up, and gets herself another drink.
Garrison sighs, "So, Darkraid. No hard feelings?"
Darkraid looks at Oracle as she gets her drink, "Mind I cover that Oracle?" He shakes his head at Garrison's question, "None at all. I didn't want it to happen in the first place."
Oracle turns back to Darkraid. "Sure...thanks."
Garrison smiles, "then, thanks, fer not letting that whacko's sword go through me neck."
Darkraid smiles to Oracle and comments to both, "Not a problem." He focuses the rest of the statement on Garrison, "I see no reason to kill unless there is no other option."
Garrison nods, "We agree on one thing, at least."
Oracle returns to the table and sets the glass in the center of it.
Garrison sighs.
You say, "Agreement is always much more pleasant than arguement."
Garrison nods, "But not as stimulating, always."
You say, "That is true."
Darkraid nods, "An arguement can also bring things up that would otherwise not be spoken"
You say, "That is also true. Argument is my most common form of communication these days."
Garrison sighs, "Sorry to hear that."
Darkraid says, "Is it a bad thing though?"
Oracle smiles. "Well maybe if more people agreed with me, the war would be that much closer to being over."
Darkraid nods, "Productive at least..."
Garrison hmmms, "Actually. You have a point."
You say, "Thank you."
Garrison hmmms, and sighs.
You say, "How are you getting along with your faction these days Garrison?"
Darkraid leans back into his seat.
Garrison shrugs, "Better. Most of them respect an officer, which is good."
You say, "Glad to hear it."
Garrison nods, "BUT, it's still hard to get anything done."
You say, "And what do you want done?"
Darkraid listens to Garrison as his optics scan over the crowd again, lingering on ORacle for a brief moment longer and settling on the speaker
Garrison shrugs, "Well. I just want people to listen."
You say, "Most people listen to me, but that doesn't mean they will act upon my words. As of yet, they have no reason to act upon my ideas. I am not a person of any importance to the political scene of Cybertron."
Garrison shrugs, "Neither am I... reminds me. I need to talk to Commander Phalanx about all this red tape concerning Uproar."
You say, "Uproar? That's someone I'm not aquainted with."
Garrison nods, "Probably better that way."
You say, "Why, who is he?"
Garrison shrugs, "Nothing but trouble."
You say, "Which faction?"
Garrison smirks, "Mine."
You say, "Ah. Well, you seem loath to speak of him, so I'll drop the subject."
Oracle turns to Darkraid. "And how has your faction been treating you lately?
Garrison shrugs, "Not loathe to -speak- of him."
You say, "Then what?"
Darkraid smiles, "Rather well actually."
Garrison shrugs, "Loathe to speak to him, perhaps?"
Oracle ((to Darkraid)) "That's good to hear." ((To Garrison)) "He's that bad?"
Garrison shrugs, "We don't get along. He's one of those... do-anything types. Opposite of me."
You say, "I see. It's strange that so many people of different ideals are working towards the same collective ideal. It's something I've never understood fully."
Garrison shrugs, "He's basically good at heart, I think. We just don't get along."
Garrison smirks, "Fortunatley, we never really work together. He's a warrior-type."
Oracle turns back to Darkraid. "Do personal dislikes ever interupt the smooth running of your faction?"
Darkraid hmmms, "They have but I've not had the experience..."
You say, "Is that because you get along well with your faction, or because you have a strong will?"
Darkraid says, "I get along well enough with them"
Oracle sips her wine. "I'm not a warrior type either."
You say, "That's good. Getting along with your faction members must be quite a boon."
Garrison shrugs, "I served with the sixth Iaconian infantry for a lot of my life. I used to fight it out in the trenches."
You say, "I take it you didn't find the experiance pleasant?"
Garrison shakes his head, "It's gruesome. Painful. Grotesque. And those aren't even the worst qualities. Gives me respect for soldiers on both sides, though."
You say, "I'm rather sheltered in the aspect of war. I've rarely been exposed to any kind of violence. No one has ever had a reason to hurt me, and I intend on keeping it thus."
Darkraid nods, "Count yourself lucky."
You say, "Oh, I do. Although I would be far more lucky if I didn't have to worry about my friends being in that same danger I have never been threatened by."
Garrison hmmms, "Well. Good thing to do. I usually sit behind a computer terminal, now, and go to town. That's the extent of my life."
You say, "I just wander around, not threatening to anyone, yet not really important to anything but myself. Perhaps it's better to be that way...depending upon no one, and having no one depend upon me. That way no one is let down."
Garrison shrugs, "Well. I depend on you as a friend."
Oracle smiles somewhat wistfully. "Thank you."
Garrison smirks, and chuckles, "You're sure you wanna thank me for that?"
Darkraid nods, "I think we both do. It's nice to havesomeone other than faction members to confide in."
Oracle says to both the mechs beside her. "Friends are always something to be thankful for."
Oracle has blushed slightly.
Dust enters the blaster and looks around. she tries to pad to a dark corner.
Garrison sighs, "You know. I ought not to finish this beer. I drink too much."
Darkraid nods to Oracle, "Indeed they are..."
Oracle spots Dust, smiles, and waves her over to the bar where she's sitting with Darkraid and Garrison.
Garrison hmmms, "So. Oracle. Recorded anything of interest, lately?"
You say, "Not really."
Garrison shrugs, "Just thought I'd ask. Seems the conversation died."
Darkraid nods, "Shall we have a funeral?"
You say, "I must admit I'm being less of an historian, and more of a keeper of conversations than anything else."
Garrison chuckles.
Dust waves to oracle "herro owa cool"
Oracle smiles over at Dust. "Hello, Dust. How are you today?"
Dust toddles to the bar, holding her doll under her arm "Dust ok. how you?"
Darkraid looks down at Dust, "Heya kiddo"
Garrison looks down, and just -blinks-. "Dust?"
You say, "I'm good."
Dust says, "hi unca dawk wades..hi mistah gawwishin."
Dust says, "Have you guys seen E.R? Dust want play wiff him."
You say, "No, I haven't seen him. Sorry."
Garrison sighs, "Er..."
Darkraid shakes his head, "Sorry kiddo...not lately"
Garrison hmmms, "ER. Should be more frequent around here, Dust."
Dust says, "really? that good. dust miss him. he her best friend."
Darkraid looks at his mug and stands, closing hisfaceplate, "I think I'm going to head out. If you want to talk Oracle feel free to radio me"
Dust says, "buh bye dawkwades."
You say, "Okay. I will."
Darkraid blinks, "Just Darkraid kiddo?"
Dust corrects herself "Unca Dawkwades!"
Dust smiles big
Garrison says, "Later, Darkraid."
You say, "Bye Darkraid."
Darkraid nods, "That's right kiddo." He nods to Garrison and Oracle, "See ya and hope you stay safe"
Dust says, "buh bye. dust love you."