Day 41: Breakfast

[oftemptation]

Endrance turned his head to look at the intercom, giving it a look that would wither an entire rose garden in an instant. He would never get used to ending up in his room again from somewhere else in the Institute

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You mean Luxord’s ‘dude-looks-like-a-lady’ nabbin? Poor Grell! Luxord, you man whore, you! :D

[oil_connoisseur]

"I suppose it would, yes," Megatron agreed dryly, finishing off the last fragment of pancake with an expression of disgust. Hopefully all human fuel wasn't as horrifically sweet.

What would he wish for? Of course, he could answer that question in a plethora of ways, but Luxord wasn’t thinking in as grander scale as the annihilation of the entire Autobot faction.

Megatron looked down at himself with a grunt. "I think the answer to that one is implied, don’t you? Since I am doubtful that you could actually retrieve my body, let alone transfer my processor - an object that could be used as a weapon might be of interest."

He was not the least bit impressed with the miniature sword he had been given to consume fuel with. Megatron efficiently wiped it on the side of the plate, before pressing the slightly serrated edge against his forearm. When he removed it, there was only a slight indent, but no cut, no blood, and therefore utterly useless. He let the knife fall back against the table with a sharp clatter.

After a moment, Megatron looked back up at Luxord, contemplating. The light reflecting off Luxord's die caught his eye.

"...on second thoughts, your little toy might be of interest," he offered, lips contorting in mirth, "I might need something to pass the time."

JUST BECAUSE GRELL'S A DUDE DOESN'T MEAN HE ISN'T A LADY

[clockmongler]

His die? He did have two spares and suspected there would be more in the Game Room, but was there any point in gambling if it did not hurt a little? The Nobody moved his hand in a sort of disinterested gesture and the game piece moved across the table and toward Megatron in accordance. "You may have it, if you wish. There are plenty others and it holds little value within these walls. A weapon, on the other hand..."

It might take him time to come across one, but it was only fair. Besides, who said the robot would live long enough to win this wager? Despite the fact that it meant X would not get his reward for guessing correctly (who would give it to him, with the other man dead?), it was still for fun.

Luxord nodded and smiled. "If you withstand this institute for seven days, I shall do my best to acquire one for you."

THAT'S A VERY VALID POINT! Luxord gets the best of both worlds...?

[oil_connoisseur]

Megatron smoothly caught the die before it tumbled off the table, throwing it up in the air and methodically catching. After rolling it once in his palm, he realised that his efforts had been in vain. It did not seem to be magnetized as he had suspected, so that effectively ruled out any attempts to disable security systems with the magnetic field. Then how had Luxord had originally managed to flip the cube without touching it? Humans did not have such capabilities.

...that would lead to the hypothesis that this ‘Luxord’ was apparently was not as human as he appeared.

"It appears we have an accord. Hopefully I can appropriate something of worth in return," Megatron said loftily, flicking the die with a finger. It collided with his plate and bounced, coming to a sharp stop. Six dots greeted Megatron when he lifted up to examine it.

Hmm.

"Staying online - alive, I should say - for seven days is not usually considered a difficult task. How have you managed to do so, when so many have apparently perished? The favor of Fortune aside."

damn straight he does >[

[clockmongler]

Luxord shrugged, that easy grin still in place. "Not taking Luck's infatuation with me into account, I truly cannot say why I am to survive when the others did not." With Megatron toying with the die now, the Nobody resorted to sliding a lone card from his sleeve to idly twirl between his fingers as he spoke. "It all seems to be within chance. There are those around who have been here longer than I, though they are rare and few between. Though, perhaps," he paused and laughed lowly before continuing, "Mr. Landel simply grows tired of some and dismisses them like childish playthings. Were that to be the case, I suppose those left within are more interesting than the other, unfortunate ones."

Which, obviously, was not the case. But he could pretend if it made him feel better.

There was, however, another important part to that. "I also do not make a habit of foolishly bumbling off into the night, unlike some other patients. That may help."

...well, straight wouldn't be the right word in context, would it. XD

[oil_connoisseur]

Megatron couldn not help but notice that Luxord seemingly had a compulsion to keep his hands in motion, or at the very least, needed to be constantly entertained. Megatron, in turn, dropped the die on the table as he mulled over what Luxord had said. This time it landed on three.

"You appear to not only be a suitor of Luck, but in the favor of this 'Mr Landel', too."

Mr Landel? A human, judging by the name, that had the technology to transfer a Cybertronian into an organic body in the process? Utter nonsense. There was the very real possibility that Quintessons had needed a front to keep the humans in line, but a human by itself having the capacity to do such things? Laughable.

"A sound strategy." If not cowardly. Unfortunately, it was not like Megatron could speak of pride and nobility when he was taking cues from a human and desperately consuming organic fuel in order to stay online. His hands, previously lying flat on the table, clenched sharply at the thought of the Sharkticons being let loose in the hallways to pick off the stragglers. They would have no trouble devouring any unsuspecting human that stumbled into the path.

Megatron was, under no circumstance, going to be one of them.

"So the death toll rises every night, hmm? Surely banning together would be more favourable," he said, pressing his fingers to his brow. Apparently human bodies could develop processor-aches as well. "I suppose strength in numbers can only go so far."

Hey, hey, hey. The pendulum swings both ways, bb. :]

[clockmongler]

...he'd not put it that way, but alright. Perhaps Mr. Landel just liked him.

He tried desperately not to shudder in disgust at that thought.

X was going to offer that a response, but it seemed time was up for this discussion. Nursey returned from wherever she had been previously lurking and pulled him up, reprimanded him for not eating his breakfast, and dragged him off. He'd not even a chance to say farewell...