Oracle slowly wanders into the room, paying attention to almost everything.
Patrol is sitting at the bar near Lunar.
Lunar doesn't acknowlege Patrol's presence.
Patrol looks over as the door opens he sees oracle and grins get to his feet and walks over to her.
Lunar looks as Oracle comes in. He glances heavenward momentarily, realizing that the idea of a quiet drink is now probably a hopless dream.
Oracle smiles at Patrol as he walks towards her.
Patrol stops when he gets over to ory, "Hiya Have any trouble with that femme?"
Lunar remains absolutely silent, but listens carefully.
Oracle shakes her head. "No. I haven't seen her since she left my place. At least I got my towel back."
Patrol grins, "I am amazed you found the towel in the first place."
Oracle looks slightly ashamed. "I know it's a mess..."
Lunar takes a sip of his drink, still listening.
Patrol grins, "Oh your room ain't that bad."
Oracle blushes slightly from embarassment. "Yes...it is."
Lunar takes another sip of his drink, still silent. Not real friendly, is he. Gee, I wonder what he'd do if someone tried to be nice to him?
You say, "Well, Patrol, are we going to have a seat, or shall we just stand around here for a while?"
Patrol motions to a table, "Over here is nice."
Lunar remains at the bar. His gaze flicks to the images of the two in the mirror which is hung on the back wall of the bar.
Oracle glances at Lunar as she walks past him, offering him a slight smile because she's in a good mood today.
Lunar doesn't smile back, though he watches her.
Skydagger walks into the bar area chatting with Onslaught and Triage.
Oracle nods to the three that just entered.
Onslaught wraps an arm around Triage quietly, and looks around.
Lunar is sitting at the bar, enjoying a drink, mostly ignoring the others.
Skydagger looks around the bar, "Ah, the old familiar ambiance."
Triage inhales. "...oh yeah, bar air, sweetest smelling air on Cybertron."
Patrol looks over at the arivals, he smiles at Triage, nods at skydagger and frowns at Onsy.
Skydagger says, "Where do you want to sit Commander? Since you're in the minority, it's mech's choice."
Oracle finally seats herself where Patrol had previously pointed.
Lunar gives a short grunt. "Amen to that, Triage." Wow. He speaks.
Patrol sits down with Oracle and leans over and wispers to her.
Oracle gives smiles to everyone, she's obviously in a good mood today.
Onslaught looks around, and his optics settle on one bar patron. His visor flares at Lunar for a moment, before he heads for a table. "I think I rather enjoy being the minority in the presence of the present company."
Onslaught stands at the table, "After you." he states to Skydagger and Triage, placing the first round order himself.
Lunar catches Onslaught's glare. He smiles very slightly.
Patrol mutters to Oracle: "... ... the cons ... we ... ... ... ... polyhex ... ... ... ... ... there."
Patrol mutters to you: "with all the cons here we should head over to polyhex and enjoy our selves over there."
Oracle leans over to whisper back to Patrol.
Skydagger wonders over to the table that Onslaught has chosen and plops down into a chair.
mutter Patrol=I have no problem with the Decepticons.  They have just as much right to this place as anyone else.  No more, and no less.
Oracle mutters to Patrol: "I have no ... ... ... Decepticons. They have ... ... ... right to ... place as anyone ... No more ... ... ..."
Triage sits down next to Onslaught, eyeing him confusedly.
Triage mutters to Onslaught: "hon ... ..."
Patrol is having fun wispering with oracle so he keeps at it.
Patrol mutters to Oracle: "... know ... ... ... just ... ... little one ... is all."
Patrol mutters to you: "I know they do. it just got a little one sided is all."
Onslaught mutters to Triage: "I'm ... ... just ... ... distinct ... that ... off at the ... keeps ... ... ... you..."
Triage blinks. "...."
Skydagger watches the two lovedactals whispering and smiles, "Did anybody order for me?"
Oracle glances about the room, and noticing that whispering has suddenly become a fad, speaks up. "Well, I have no problem with anyone here at the moment, so I don't care what little symbol they wear."
Onslaught blinks. "...uh yeh.. three white energons."
Lunar looks at Oracle and cocks an optic ridge, a bemused look on his face. He still says nothing.
Patrol glares at lunar with a look full of malice
Oracle quirks an optic ridge back at Lunar, questioning his cocked ridge.
Lunar catches this look from Patrol and smiles cruelly, his mask contorting hideously.
Triage takes a sip from her drink and makes a face. "...smooth," she gasps.
Onslaught opens his arm port, and starts to drain in the drink. "...indeed."
Skydagger downs her drink and makes a face. "Yeeaah, smooth." She then fishes about in her subspace pockets and hands Onslaught 150 creds.
Patrol pays attention to oracle again, "So what would you like to drink?"
Onslaught holds out a hand. "No, you can buy the next round."
Lunar continues to look at Patrol and Oracle, the cruel smile on his face.
Oracle shrugs. "I don't really have a preferance at the moment."
Skydagger smiles and puts the slips back into her pockets, "All right, just let me know how much it was in the morning. Mind if I ask you guys a quick question?"
Onslaught says, "Sure."
Skydagger nods, "All right. " She then smiles mischeviously, "You want the tapes too?"
Onslaught says, "...tapes?"
Skydagger lowers her voice, "It says on the back of one of them that it's some of Starkitten's best work. Not that I would think you and Triage would need bonding aids at the this point in your relationship, but you can tell me how they are."
Patrol looks the menu over shrugs and orders some enerwine which the waitress brings over.
If Onslaught had been taking a drink, he would be choke-sputtering at this point.
Triage *BLUSHES*
Skydagger says, "I'll have an Omegarita next I think."
Oracle closes her optics and seems to retreat into her own little world, a world unscathed by war and chaos.
Onslaught manages, "..indeed.. and.. why would we need to critique these.. tapes? for you? You have someone in mind, Sky dagger?"
Skydagger shrugs, "Well, I usually watch them with Ripsaw. He likes turning down the volume and making up the vocals on his own."
Triage snickers. "..he would."
Onslaught rubs a hand slowly over his facemask. Obviously, this line of conversation is not his forte, and it is clearly showing.
Skydagger supresses a smile as her drink is served to her and takes a small sip, "I think the notes are more relevant though. I'll forward them to you."
Oracle opens her optics and glances at Patrol for a moment, a semi-ponderous look on her face.
Lunar finishes the last of his drink and tosses some credits on the bar. He gets up and moves towards the door.
Triage says, "Thanks Dagger."
Oracle watches Lunar get up to leave, shaking her head to herself as she does so.
Onslaught opens his arm spigot again. Obviously, on top of everything else, he's cheating overenergization.
Lunar looks at Oracle and cocks an optic ridge, as if to say, "What're YOU looking at?"
Patrol frowns at Lunar as he goes mutters something under his breath about cowards and the turns a pleasent smile on oracle.
Skydagger takes another sip, "So, are you two going to adopt Snoop once he's rebuilt?"
Onslaught shakes his head. "...we had discussed creating our own children eventually.. Snoop needs to stay with Diktat..." his voice dips considerably, "...especially since it was my orders that got him in this situation."
Oracle again raises an optic ridge back at Lunar, but what she's saying with it isn't certain.
Lunar keeps his gaze locked with hers. HE'S not gonna be the first one to look away.
Oracle finds herself drawn into the staring-optic-contest with Lunar, and amused look on here ususally serene face.
Skydagger says, "I don't know. Discipline is very important for kidlet, especially if that kidlet is Snoop. He's definately future Con material."
Lunar slowly smiles, ever so slightly. He doesn't turn away. oO(Not a warrior, but she doesn't back down from a challenge.)
"I couldn't agree with you more, Skydagger." Onslaught responds, "However, at the moment, Triage and I both have our own duties within the Empire. It would not be fair to try to balance that, a child, and still have time for the other."
Oracle doesn't seem to see any signifigance with the staring-optic-contest, just seems determined not to give up...for a while.
Lunar narrows his optics just slightly, and smiles that cold, cruel smile of his.
Patrol starts drinking his wine.
Oracle smiles back, not really out of friendliness, but to offset the coldness of Lunar's expression.
Skydagger takes a long sip of her drink and notices the bar has gone quiet. She turns and takes a look around.
Lunar's expression hardens even further, a sadistic smile accentuating his red optics that burn with a fire all their own.
Patrol waves to skydagger.
Onslaught takes a credit between his fingers, and gives a slight nod, before flicking it at Lunar's nose. If he's gonna stand there....
Oracle continues to stare back, her green optics so tranquil in contrast to Lunar's red one's. Her smile drops into her usual look of serious serenity.
Lunar raises a hand, swatting the credit back in it's owner's general direction. Obviously his staring contest hasn't completely eliminated his awareness of his surroundings.
Patrol grins at onsy's antics, and he mutters to himself, "Maybe he aint so bad."
Skydagger narrows her optics slightly as she thinks she might have known Patrol from somewhere Before. Then her optics fall on the Crystal City insignias, and she smiles and gives him nod.
Oracle doesn't look away. Despite her years of studying history, she is still so untouched by the world, not really knowing "evil" or even real sadism.
Onslaught looks over at Skydagger, "You guys have a rotating janitorial schedule going?"
Lunar crosses his arms, relaxing somewhat, though his optics still stare with diabolical intensity.
Skydagger nods, "Yep, Ghost's orders. She wanted medics to actually have free time. What a concept!"
Onslaught nods. "Can't say I argue with it..." he notices Lunar not moving. "Lunar, back to Darkmount, on the double!"
Oracle nearly looks at Onslaught, as if to signal to him not to stop the contest, but her face doesn't move from facing Lunar.
Lunar holds up a hand. "Just a second, sir. This is intriguing." His gaze never leaves Oracle.
Onslaught says, "I said, NOW."
Oracle frowns at Onslaught's words, but her optics don't move...they're fixed firmly on Lunar's face as though looking away would cause her damage.
Patrol mutters to Patrol: "its ... hard to find ... ... ... ..."
Onslaught looks over at the table. "What do you gals think? A week of extra duty for every minute he refuses to respond?"
Triage shrugs. "Works f'me.
Lunar sighs. He nods slightly to Oracle. "I concede." He breaks his gaze then walks out the door to the bar, muttering.
Oracle looks as though she's about to follow Lunar, then apparently thinks better of it and returns to her as of yet untouched drink.
Skydagger says, "Ouch, better than having your leave privledges revoked though."
Patrol wispers to oracle now that she is paying attention..
Oracle takes up her drink and gives Onslaught a reproachful look as she takes a sip.
*Lunar leaves*
Triage looks over at Onslaught with a "You *will* be explainin' that" look.
Onslaught doesn't do the staring thing. As a matter of fact, he doesn't even notice Oracle's gaze.
Patrol mutters to Oracle: "... is the same psycho who attacked ... ... the ... about a week ..."
Patrol mutters to you: "that is the same psycho who attacked me at the crossroads about a week ago"
Onslaught mutters to Triage: "... a ... Enough said?"
Triage nodnods. "Point taken."
Onslaught should be in demolitions, considering how fast he just defused Triage.
Skydagger says, "Triage, I have another question. I hate to bring work to the table, but..."
Oracle continues to sip her drink silently. All the whispering seems to suddenly annoy her, though she says nothing.
Triage says, "Yeah hon?"
Patrol kicks back and finishs off the last of his enerwine.
Oracle finishes her drink and places the container a little ways away from her.
Skydagger mutters to Triage: "... went ... cryostorage because I ... ... hadn't been ... their for a while ... in there ... ... that ... of ... mechs and femmes that had been ... ... do to ... ... ... have some ... ... ... ... ... ... ... about ... ... either. I'm ... ... the volunteers."
Triage blinks, her face paling some.
Triage mutters to Skydagger: "....think ... ... ... or is ... ... some ..."
Skydagger says, "I'm not sure. I think we should do some checking."
Oracle sighs, then stands up.
Triage nods. "Yeah....*growls*...if I find th'bastards..."
Skydagger says, "Got any blackmarket ties?"
Patrol looks up at Oracle all confused like.
Onslaught takes that as his cue. "I have some reports to attend to in Darkmount.. Triage, you can ask tomorrow. Promise."
Silhouette steps into the Golden Blaster, immediatly upon entering taking to the side of the door and standing by the wall motionless as if she was apart of it, scanning across the room.
Oracle stretches and yawns, then sits back down, her mood apparently restored somewhat.
Patrol still looking confused, "feeling better yet?"
Skydaggernods and smiles to Onslaught, "Thanks for the drink Commander. I'll see you on the next cycle."
Triage blinks. "Me? Uhm.....sorta..."
You say, "Yes, I'm fine now. Thank you for asking, and thanks for the drink."
*Onslaught leaves*
Skydagger says, "Because I'm thinking they might have been sold. Their remove was very precise."
Silhouette heads towards a more secluded section, by the far corner of the bar, sitting down with optics set on the crowd.
Patrol nods ,"thats good, and i don't mind buying you drinks."
Oracle notice Silhouette enter and gives her a smile.
Triage growls. "....c'mon dagger....we need t'talk..."
Skydagger nods, and throws back the rest of her drink.
Oracle turns back to Patrol. "Well, I suppose I should find a way to return the favor."
Patrol sees oracle smile at the door so he looks and sees Silhouette and gives her a knowing smile and a nod.
Triage tosses back the rest of hers and orders two to go. As she leaves, her face is dark, angry...in case you didn't know before, this is why they call 'con femmes Furies... *G*
Silhouette returns a simple nod at Oracle's gesture, and perhaps even at Patrol's, there's no telling. Her face is masked well of expressions.
Patrol waves at Triage and Skydagger
*Triage leaves*
Skydagger walks swiftly behind her commander with a worried expression on her face. She nods absentmindedly to Patrol on the way out.
*Skydagger leaves*
Silhouette remains unphasing in her seat, looking blankly at the contents of the bar.
Patrol motions with his hand to get Sil's attention.
You say, "How has life been treating you lately Patrol?"
Patrol stops trying to get Sils attention and looks back at Oracle, "Not much but there have been a lot of disapernces round here lately
Silhouette's optics obviously caught Patrol's gesture, she doesn't seem to react to it however.
You say, "Yes, I have noticed that. I wish I knew what was going on. It's not comfortable living with the knowledge that you might be next."
Silhouette focuses her optics on Oracle now.
Oracle looks at Silhouette for a moment.