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[dark_eyed_fae]

A fairly normal someone - looks like a college kid - wanders into the cantina, looking around curiously. Hope I got the coordinates right...

He's dressed up, comparatively, at least - as in, he's in slacks and a fairly nice shirt as opposed to a t-shirt and jeans. He waves awkwardly at the bartender. "Uh, hey."

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[random_xtras]

"Really?" She quirks a quizzical brow and grins at him. "Which one?"

[dark_eyed_fae]

"Uh... said his name was Swindle." He blinks as this sinks in. "... Do I want to know why she's raising a bunch of Transformer kids?"

[random_xtras]

"Swindle.... Did he say anything about cookies?" Her expression goes really amused. She'll answer his question next.

[dark_eyed_fae]

"Not especially. Are they the things that turned him into a dragon?" That one had freaked him out pretty badly.

[random_xtras]

"No." She laughs as she sets the plate of glowing things on the floor. "He sells them. And other fancy food for Transformers and we squishies."

Then she looks toward the window as massive wings flash past outside. "Mornbein's bunch are only kids because someone wiped their memories. In their reality the Quintessons sold them right off the assembly line, and their masters wiped them and took their sparks to power their cities, while they used their bodies for war machines."

[dark_eyed_fae]

Davey is silent for a moment, his eyes closed. That idea is far too familiar to any changeling - in fact, he has a friend who had that exact thing happen to him. Allowing for the fact that the friend is organic and all.

"I see."

[random_xtras]

"So if she comes in here with Megatron or Shockwave don't flip, alright?" She gives him a compassionate look for his expression.

[dark_eyed_fae]

He nods. "Thanks for the warning."

[random_xtras]

"You gossipin' 'bout me, bastich?" Mornbein steps through the door and gives Blue a scowl, then grumbles as a big hand comes through and pokes her gently. "Yeah, yeah, Runamuck. Git off my $@##@$#. I'm movin'."

The bot that steps in after her is a dull pewter grey, and his optics are a quizzical blue that flares up into laughter as a second bot follows him through the door and gives him a playful shove.

"Knock it the frag off, Orion," says Mornbein, then turns and grins at Davey. "Hey, bastich."

[dark_eyed_fae]

Davey grins back at her. "Hey. I hear you've taken up mothering Transformers."

[random_xtras]

"Ain't their fraggin' mother," she grumps, sending Blue a venomous look which the bartender replies to with a grin. "Me 'n my buddy jes' keep an eye on 'em."

Orion is now looking at Davey with friendly curiosity, while Runamuck is reaching up to poke at one of the light fixtures on the ceiling. Both bots are that pewter colour, though when they turn eventually Davey'll be able to see the insults sharpied on both their backs in different handwritings. Yes... they're teenage boys under all that metal.

[dark_eyed_fae]

"Well, you're in a cheerful mood." He waves back at the one waving at him. After all, insulting giant robots is probably a bad idea.

[random_xtras]

That gets him a snerk and a razz from Mornbein, and then she's nodding to the bots. "The one with a face's Orion Pax. Other rustbucket's Runamuck."

Runamuck looks down from the light and demonstrates some sign language to his guardian, which makes Orion frown and Mornbein cackle.

[dark_eyed_fae]

"Hey. Nice to meet you both." He grins. "I've heard about Transformers, but I never thought I'd meet one."