Oracle walks into the Blaster looking a little tired.
Uproar is the quiet one in the corner of the bar, chatting it up with the Bartender, drinking an f-5
Oracle waves to the familar faces.
Moonracer tries to pick a fight with Slash.
Slash grunts, and takes a swing at Moonracer, trying to knock it out.
Triage waves to Oracle. Hey hon."
Onslaught is sitting at a table with Triage. A drink sits in front on him, but he seems to be worried about not drinking it.
You say, "Hey, Triage. How are you this day?"
Moonracer is picking a fight with the slash guy!
Moonracer moves away before anything else could happen
Uproar turns his head, as he hears SLash get all loud, and sighs...then he sees who it is.."Moon! Stop that!" getting up, he heads over..."What the slag is wrong with you!"
Triage mutters to Onslaught: "what's ... ..."
Onslaught mutters to Triage: "... ... ... ... ... I started drinking."
Oracle glances around, deciding where she should sit down and whether she /should/ sit down.
Moonracer turns her optics to uproar "aww c'mon uproar! this guy might be fun!"
Uproar shakes his head, and gives you a nudge toward the bar, "Nah...he's weird. Let him be..."
Triage nods. "..yeah..."
Oracle glances at Uproar and Moonracer for a moment.
Triage mutters to Onslaught: "... ... ... easy hon nurse it."
Onslaught nods.
Moonracer sighs and looks back at the standing mech "i'll deal with you later!" she then goes to her own table and sits to order herself a drink.
Dagger steps through the doorway, dusting a shoulder off with his hand, and grumbling something about kids these days...
Triage smiles at Onslaught.
Onslaught looks to Dagger, and nudges Triage. "Look, another dark and spooky Autobot."
Oracle takes a glance at Dagger.
Triage sighs. '...m'so glad I grew outta that stage..."
Moonracer looks to see who stepped in, then resumes being alone at her table and orders an icee
Uproar sighs at Moon, and doesn't join her, instead he goes back to continue talking with the nameless bartender, talking, he orders another drink
Dagger doesn't observe any Decepticons in here, quite yet, which explains his lack of caution or apprehension. No, he's focused on getting to the bar and getting himself a beer.
Dagger gives the bartender three enerslips, receiving his beer in return, of course. He wastes little time chugging it down.
Oracle finally goes up to the bar and has a seat.
Uproar turns his head, spotting the two new arrivals, he simply nods to Dagger and Oracle. Perhaps not up to conversation, or waiting on someone else.
Triage takes a drink from her straight energon, clearly making an effort not to guzzle it down like she normally would.
Oracle nods back to Uproar.
Uproar is still not even through half of his first F-5...he's just leaning back now, relaxed, he takes a look around...but oddly doesn't seem affected by those here.
Onslaught opens his arm compartment, and dumps in a few sips.
Dagger, in the midst of finishing his beer, returns the nod to Uproar. He lowers his mug, saying, "Didn't see ya here, Ups. Anythin' big goin' on..." Then, he casts Uproar a quizzical look, noticing he's spaced out. He also notices Oracle somewhere else on the bar, and gives a second quizzical look. He wonders if this is a bad time to go out drinking, or what...
Oracle twists around in her seat so that she looks everyone over once.
Moonracer notices Dagger, and wonders if he is feeling tense or paraniod. so she watches him closely to see if he can manage such a big group of people
Uproar isn't spaced out, simply in silent waiting, he looks back to Dagger, "Nothing in particular, just waiting around." he looks around again, as if searching.
Triage heads over to the jukebox, scanning the titles. 'Aww! They took out my favorite song!"
Onslaught says, "Which one was that, Triage?"
Uproar hrmms, the jukebox conviently near him, he looks over, wondering just what song...
Dagger nods, and glances around. "Uh, alright." He quickly notices Onslaught and Triage, and snaps his head back around to the front of the bar. "Cons?" he mutters to himself. "What's goin' on here?"
Triage says, "#1376...never could remember the title but it was one of those "Lost my girl, lost my job, lost my truck" songs..."
Triage says, "Cons? Where?!"
Oracle laughs softly.
Dagger grumbles, thinking, o O (I need to learn to mutter more quietly...)
Uproar hrmms, and gives a quick glance toward Dagger, and shakes his head, then back to Triage, finally giving a greeting, "Hey Triage, long time no see."
Triage says, "Hey Uproar, how's things?"
Moonracer sighs and sips at her icee.
Uproar gives a slight grin, thinking of other things, "Not bad at all. Got things going good. How ya been?" Triage being one of two cons he'll talk to normally.
Triage says, "Pretty good, was talking to Revamp t'other day...nice bracelet she's got..."
Triage leans against the jukebox, arms crossed, grinning at Uproar.
Onslaught doesn't seem to be paying much attention as he finishes off his drink, and orders a second round, waiting for Triage to come back.
Oracle watches Onslaught for a few minutes.
Uproar uhs, then just grins a bit more, and nods, "Yeah..so she told ya hrmm?" actually surprised in fact that Rev talked to Tri without getting in a catfight.
Dagger's paranoia-o-meter starts to go a bit haywire. o O (Why's Uproar chattin' it up with a con? Wait, she *did* have a con sigil on 'er, didn't she?) He gives Triage a quick glance to make sure.
Dagger thinks, o O (Ok, she does...)
Triage says, "...yeah, y'all set a date yet?"
Uproar hrmms, and shakes his head, but not as if he's disappointed, "Nah, not yet...we're takin' it slow...ya know?" he just breaks a small grin again...
Moonracer sips the last of her drink and then leaves.
Moonracer transforms into Hoverracer.
Triage nods. "Yeah, good plan...*blinkblinks*..heeeyy...congrats!"
Uproar hrmms, and just looks at Triage, wondering whats she refering too...then he looks down to where she's looking and nods, "Oh...yeah...got certified not to long ago."
Triage grins and heads back over to her table with Onslaught. "Cool; so you two're gonna be working together now huh?"
Uproar uhs, and shakes his head, "Nah....I'm just a field EMT, emergencies on the field or battlefield is all..." he looks over to Onsy, wondering, how odd it is he's yet to say anything, then back to Triage..."I got my own thing to run now though...so kept pretty busy."
Dagger quietly listens as he drinks another beer, piecing together whatever it is that's going on.
Onslaught drains his second drink into his port.
Triage nods and reaches out to take Onslaught's free hand. "..Yeah, know how that goes."
Onslaught grips Triage's hand in response, glancing over at her casually.
Oracle finally speaks up abruptly. "Has anyone seen Brawl lately?" She glances around the room to check responses.
Uproar nods, "Yeah...I could imagine." he looks between the two, then looks down to a panel in his arm which just opened, showing the time, it closes, and he turns to order another drink...wondering.
Triage looks at Onslaught, then at Oracle, shaking her head. "Nope..."
Oracle just nods her head, and glances quickly at Onslaught.
Onslaught says, "He has been.. tended to, and returned to duty."
You say, "Then he isn't sick anymore?"
Triage shakes her head. "Not that I know of."
Oracle nods her head. "That's good. He wasn't at all well; I was worried."
Onslaught says, "He was having a problem with holding down his energon, Triage, if you understand my meaning."
Dagger frowns. o O (Great, now the neutrals are gettin' all soft for the cons, too.)
Oracle glances over at Dagger, who doesn't seem to say much, but seems to be thinking alot.
Onslaught says, "Skydagger tended to his repairs."
Triage nods and sighs. "Yeah...think I saw the report."
Oracle says to no one in particular, "Poor Brawl."
Triage shrugs. "He brings it on himself Oracle..."
Oracle sighs. "Maybe. But he's not like most other people. Besides, I don't think he deserved what happened to him /that/ time. He was upset, and everyone has a right to their feelings."
Triage says, "Thing of it is Oracle, is that Brawl's...unpredictable at best. When he's over energized, it's worse. He doesn't mean to do some of the things he does, but..well...people can still get hurt."
You say, "He was the only one hurt that time. I wonder if those individuals would stil have played such a trick on him if they knew what the end result would be."
Triage says, "Who played the trick?"
You say, "I think it was E.R. and one other individual."
Oracle thinks for a moment.
Triage says, "Oh, that one...yeah, probably."
Onslaught says, "Medical Autobots. Some code of honor they have, hmm?"
You say, "I really don't think he knew how much trouble it would cause Brawl."
Dagger eases up a bit. o O (Well, so the bots still know how to hurt cons, after all. Good to know the world didn't go crazy while I was off scoutin'...)
Uproar turns his head with a snarl to his face, the comment he caught, "Oh really now Onslaught...if I recall, you are the one who forced something down Brawl's through JUST before he went into a spewing fest."
Onslaught says, "He was corrected for his actions brought on by your troops."
You say, "But it's not /fair/ to punish him for what the opposite faction did. He isn't as smart as you, he doesn't understand everything like you do. He just does what you tell him to."
Onslaught says, "Perhaps you should listen to the neutral, eh Uproar?"
Dagger finally says something. "So what's this? Cons punishin' their thugs by makin' 'im puke everywhere? And why ain't I surprised? Heh."
Oracle turns to Dagger. "They aren't all like that. Even Onslaught has his redeeming qualities. Only...."
Uproar continues in his drink, calming himself as he thinks of other things, he just shakes his head in response to Onslaught.
Dagger says, "Only what? That he'd throw ya in a prison camp, given 'alf a chance?"
Oracle shakes her head. "No, my second sentance wasn't about Onslaught...had nothing to do with Onslaught."
Dagger hrmphs, and orders another beer.
Dagger says, "Then what?"
You say, "It doesn't matter. I might get that individual in trouble. It seems like whenever I mention anybody, or try to help them, or anything, they get in trouble some how."
Uproar radios.
Dagger actually looks a bit concerned by that. "Oh.." he figures he shouldn't inquire on it further. Or should he? Well, better to be safe...
You say, "I really think I'm bad luck."
Triage says, "You're not bad luck Oracle...no such animal."
Uproar gets a bit involved in a radio, and tunes out those gather
You say, "Maybe not. But I've gotten Darkraid in trouble. And maybe if I had kept my words to myself, Brawl might not have gotten in trouble. And Lunar almost got in trouble because of me."
You say, "It was my suggesstion in the case of Darkraid. /I/ should have known better. I also should have known that asking for help on Brawl's part was a mistake. Your faction has strange ideas on how to help your followers."
Dagger thinks, o O (Heh, I'd get 'em in trouble anyway.) He doesn't actually say that, because he doesn't want to hurt Oracle's feeling even more so.
Oracle sighs and orders herself a white enerwine.
Triage shrugs again. "Dunno why you want to take the blame for their mistakes, but...I can't stop you."
You say, "I don't know. I could just be disturbed by this war. Maybe if the potential punishments didn't seem so severe, I wouldn't feel so poorly about the trouble they get into."
Triage says, "'Raid's fine, Brawl will be and as for Lunar...well, I think he's happiest when he's miserable."
Oracle laughs lightly. "He does seem that way." Then she becomes calm, a little too calm. There's a slight show of uncertainty in her optics that had nothing to do with Darkraid or Brawl.
You say, "Yes, I know they're fine. But it's the principle of the thing."
Triage says, "...I suppose..."
You say, "But we are all different."
Oracle starts sipping away at her enerwine.
Uproar stands suddenly, and walks out without a word...he shall be back...
Dagger mutters, "Wonder what he's up to," to himself as Uproar leaves.
Triage shrugs. "Probably going to see his femme."
Onslaught says, "Get some nookie."
Dagger sighs. "That con must have some kinda new audial...," he grumbles.
Triage says, "I got my momma's audials."
Oracle seems rather absorbed with making her drink last a long time.
Onslaught says, "I can second that."
Dagger scowls a bit at Triage, wondering if she's just being silly, or if she's earnestly trying to annoy him.
Triage grins her "Little from column A, little from column B" grin at Dagger.
Oracle watches Triage and Dagger, shaking her head.
Dagger orders another beer, with the strategy that if he gets drunk enough, Triage (and Onslaught) will seem to fade from existance. Of course, by then, he'd probably be on the floor, but it's worth a shot...
Triage looks at Onslaught. "..when were you looking at my Momma's audials?"
Onslaught responds playfully, "They are kinda hard to miss, as big as they are."
Triage says, "I do not have big audials!"
Onslaught snickers.
Triage says, "I do not!"
Oracle finishes her drink and contemplates another one by looking at the menu.
Triage mock-glares at Onslaught. "...besides, look who's talkin' Jughead..."
Onslaught says, "Never heard you complain about it before."
Triage grins. "I like your ol' jug head."
Onslaught says, "Well, I like your big old audials."
Triage giggles.
Triage mutters to Onslaught: "... ... ... to ..."
Onslaught nods in response.
*Dagger leaves*
Triage grins. '...race ya."
Onslaught chuckles. "After you, dear."
Triage grins and heads out.
*Triage&Onslaught leave*
Geist pads into the area, walking lightly on the balls of his feet. He continually scans his surroundings, warily, his violet optics glowing softly.
Geist enters the Blaster, glancing around. He walks in, his optics adjusting to the light automatically, and heads for the bar, sliding into the first open stool that he sees, which maybe one away from Oracle, or the next one over...
Lunar walks in and moves to his normal table.
Lunar cloaks himself in shadow, his piercing red optics scanning the patrons.
Oracle sighs.
Geist frowns, puzzling over his own menu, and not noting the entrance of Lunar. Not that he'd care if he did. He tries to figure out what some of these drinks are made of, taking his time, to the annoyance of the bartender.
Oracle glances at Geist. "Having trouble making up your mind?"
Lunar now studies Geist, cooly observing him.
Geist ahs, and nods to Oracle, leaning towards her and pointing to something on his own menu. "Ah, I'm not sure what any of these drinks are. Perhaps you could suggest something for me?"
You say, "Well, it depends on whether you like strong drinks or not."
Geist hmms, looking a little distracted by something, as his tail flicks. He shakes his head, and looks at Oracle more closely. "Well, I do... but at the moment, I'd rather not get too intoxicated."
You say, "Well, you might want a EnerBeer or Wine for starters."
Geist nods, musing for a bit, and then orders a glass of wine off of the menu, setting his hands on the bartop and leaning forward a little, looking at Oracle curiously, with an oddly intent degree of scrutiny. "Hmm... you were in the Courtyard earlier, weren't you?"
You say, "Yes I was."
Oracle takes a little nap at the bar.