If there was an England on Cybertron, Tea would be the theme.
Who: IDW!Megatron, Logan Praxis (Shockwave)
What: Meeting
When: Now-ish
Where: Upscale Bistro in Zone 1.
Megatron had been exceedingly pleased to get a message from Logan, even if he was suddenly finding himself more than busy. It was time to start moving, to take the ID scramblers that Cometfall had dropped off and test them--preferably by sending something small and innocent somewhere that they were not supposed to be, and seeing if the authorities responded. Stampy would probably work best, being quick enough to move if needed, and young enough to be given no more than a good scolding and sent on his way, if caught.
But Logan...
...Well, he could make time for this. Logan intrigued him in the same way that a predators became intrigued by prey when they did not run. The human's lack of fear, coupled with his knowledge of Transtechs and Nexus politics, was an attractive package--probably the sort with the little fluffy wired bows on top. It was an 'in.'
And the conversation was good, besides.
Having looked up the coordinates he'd been given for their meeting place (Zone 1? That was...unpleasant. He did not like to go up so far, in case somebody took notice, or Transtechs tried to gawk.) he'd decided that he should not be putting off a wash for any longer, though he couldn't bring himself to get that extra shine that Optimus had tried. Too bright. Too...gaudy.
However, now that he was standing here...
Megatron glanced up at the sign to the restaurant, noting the minimalistic use of font and muted color that only extremely well-known places could get away with. It subtly declared itself 'Des Tea Nation,' and after watching a few sleek and sharply-decorated Transtech femmes entering and several well-dressed business Organics depart, he officially felt out of place.
Perhaps he should have sprung for that extra shine.
With a deep frown he dismissed the thought and stepped through the door, engine growling lowly in agitation as he ignored the attendant to glance around the small eatery, looking for his quarry. Now that he had come this far...
...the conversation had better be worth it.
~
What: Meeting
When: Now-ish
Where: Upscale Bistro in Zone 1.
Megatron had been exceedingly pleased to get a message from Logan, even if he was suddenly finding himself more than busy. It was time to start moving, to take the ID scramblers that Cometfall had dropped off and test them--preferably by sending something small and innocent somewhere that they were not supposed to be, and seeing if the authorities responded. Stampy would probably work best, being quick enough to move if needed, and young enough to be given no more than a good scolding and sent on his way, if caught.
But Logan...
...Well, he could make time for this. Logan intrigued him in the same way that a predators became intrigued by prey when they did not run. The human's lack of fear, coupled with his knowledge of Transtechs and Nexus politics, was an attractive package--probably the sort with the little fluffy wired bows on top. It was an 'in.'
And the conversation was good, besides.
Having looked up the coordinates he'd been given for their meeting place (Zone 1? That was...unpleasant. He did not like to go up so far, in case somebody took notice, or Transtechs tried to gawk.) he'd decided that he should not be putting off a wash for any longer, though he couldn't bring himself to get that extra shine that Optimus had tried. Too bright. Too...gaudy.
However, now that he was standing here...
Megatron glanced up at the sign to the restaurant, noting the minimalistic use of font and muted color that only extremely well-known places could get away with. It subtly declared itself 'Des Tea Nation,' and after watching a few sleek and sharply-decorated Transtech femmes entering and several well-dressed business Organics depart, he officially felt out of place.
Perhaps he should have sprung for that extra shine.
With a deep frown he dismissed the thought and stepped through the door, engine growling lowly in agitation as he ignored the attendant to glance around the small eatery, looking for his quarry. Now that he had come this far...
...the conversation had better be worth it.
~