Nexus. The Black Dog bar. Pinking it.
Mistfire: *sitting in the Black Dog with her feet on the table.*
Scatters: *Wanders into the Black Dog*
Mistfire: *looks up idly, then zooms in on the pink*
Scatters: *is looking around, freezes when he spots Mistfire*
Mistfire: *notices his expression and sits back again with disappointment*
Scatters: *mentally kicking himself, hesitantly makes his way over* Er...hi...*sheepish*
Mistfire: *brows lift as a tentitive smile shows* Hi.
Scatters: Er...*stammers as he frantically searches his subspace for something* Igotyousomethingbutifit'snotwhatyouwantthat'sokay*pulls out a small, lightweight handgun and the ammo for it, which he sets on the table by Mistfire's feet*
Mistfire: *blink, brow plates go high with surprise as her feet go down and she leans forward to look at it* This is mine?
Scatters: *Nods* y-yeah...m-merry Christmas...^^;;
Mistfire: *has heard the word to use from the other people here* Thank you. *smiles again, this time a little more certainly*
Scatters: *rubs at the back of his helm sheepishly* ^^
Mistfire: *head tilt* What's wrong?
Scatters: *panic* Er...nothing! *fighting the urge to flail and hide*
Mistfire: *frown* Don't tell me you're gonna run away again.
Scatters: *shakes head, as his vocalizer decided to fritz out on him*
Mistfire: Why don't you sit down? *she's seen others who come in do that, so it seems it's the right thing*
Scatters: *nods and sits down near Mistfire, still having vocalizer issues*
Archiva: *stops by him and looks down at him quizzically* What will you have?
Mistfire: *hiding behind her facepalm*
Scatters: *tries to say what he'd like, but a small squeak is all that escapes. searching his subspace, he pulls out the remains of the Cybertron Sunrise Hormah gave him and indicates that he wants two*
Archiva: *just letting him know* We don't have a lot of those left, and they're expensive.
Scatters: *puts the credit Hormah gave him, as well as a few of his larger credits, on the table*
Archiva: *takes it to mean that he's wanting to drink/eat till that's all gone and goes to get him the two Sunrises*
Mistfire: *peeking through fingers*
Scatters: *hesitantly reaches over and gently pat pats Mistfire's shoulder*
Mistfire: *takes hand away from face and smiles at him, then puts it up to touch his before studying the credit chits curiously. She's seen some of the others with such things and has a good idea of what they're for, but this is the closest she's seen them* You trade that for energy, right?
Scatters: *tries again to speak, scowls at the squeak that emits from his vocalizer, and then nods, before pointing to the handgun he gave Mistfire. It seems that he's trying to say "not just energy"*
Mistfire: *more frowning as she touches his neck* Are you damaged?
Scatters: *sheepish smile and a small shrug* Poss-*SQUEAK*
Mistfire: *brow quirk and confusion*
Archiva: *brings Sunrises and sets them down, then heads over to another table*
Mistfire: *blinks as one of those Sunrises is set in front of her*
Scatters: *pat pat, smiles, holds up his own Sunrise*
Mistfire: *surprised. Her voice is slightly small as she thanks him and picks up the treat to examine it. It smells good... but how do you... is it like the pellets? Her youth probably shows in the expression on her face as she brings the glowing rock to her mouth and bites it*
Scatters: *nods, before taking a bite out of his own Sunrise*
Mistfire: Mmmm... hisst! 0_0 *liquid middle! All down her front!*
Scatters: *raised optic ridge as he tries to ascertain whether Mistfire is alright or not*
Mistfire: *takes a moment to ascertain this herself, then looks into the empty center of her Sunrise and sets it down so that she can scrape the liquid energon off her armor and lick her fingers* Whoops.
Scatters: *silently chuckles, reaches over and pat pats Mistfire's arm* ^_^
Mistfire: *smiles at him, though she's a little worried by his continued silence. Then accepts the damp cloth from one of the bartender's drones and cleans herself up*
Scatters: *considers something, before digging through his subspace, looking for something. Several items are pulled out, most of which look like games of some sort or another, before finally, a pad of paper and a pen are pulled out. Scattershot quickly writes something on the paper, before handing the pad to Mistfire* [How is the Cybertron Sunrise?]
Mistfire: *reads as she puts the cloth down, and then picks the Sunrise up again* I've never tasted anything so good. Thank you.
Scatters: *Smiles*
Mistfire: It's almost like pink for my taste receptors. *no, she has no idea how silly that sounded*
Scatters: *raised optic ridge, reaches for the pad, writes again* [really?]
Mistfire: *crunching* Mmmhmmm.
Scatters: ^_^ *tries again to speak, but is met with static* -_-;;
Mistfire: *finishes the Sunrise and leans forward, her hand going to his chin* Let me see your neck. *slightly worried frown*
Scatters: *tilts his head up a bit*
Mistfire: *looks at his throat but sees no damage, so she probes it gently with her fingers* You look alright to me... but I don't know a lot about maintainance.
Scatters: *static, followed by a small scowl and more scribbling* [I'll just have to pester Ratchet when I go home....]
Desinex from Scatters' 'verse: *Walks in, spots Scatters, smirk* 'Bout fragging time. *Walks past*
Mistfire: *stares after her, fingers still on Scattershot's neck. Frowns, and then shrugs and turns back to him. The frown turns to a smile as she uses her thumb to wipe a small smudge of Sunrise from the corner of his mouth*
Scatters: *Makes a point to ignore the Decepti-femme, doorwings going up as Mistfire wipes the smudge of Sunrise from his face*
Mistfire: *smiles at him, and she's not hesitant or uncertain anymore. She's just happy to be sitting here by him*
Archiva: *sets a cube of high grade on the table in passing, not realizing that Mistfire has no idea what a raised pointer finger means around here*
Scatters: *moves his chair so he's closer to Mistfire, before blinking in confusion at the high grade. More writing on the pad* [I'm pretty sure I didn't order that...]
Mistfire: *pauses in moving her own chair and looks at the pink cube blankly* ...What should we do with it?
Scatters: *shrugs and looks around*
Mistfire: *'stole' some of the energon from the safe house, but doesn't realize yet that it's free for her to take and therefore hasn't taken much. So now she blushes as her tank tings emptily and hastily reaches for more of the cheap pellets while Scattershot's looking around*
Scatters: *frowns as he catches Mistfire's movement, before raising his hand to try to catch the attention of the bartender*
Nemesis: *notices him as she pulls her sparklet away from Desinex* What?
Scatters: *tries to order a mid-grade, but all that comes out is more static. Scowling, the mech writes down "Can we exchange the high grade for a couple of cubes of mid grade?" before getting out of his chair and carrying the pad over to Nemesis*
Nemesis: Sure. *lets Pooka go and gives him a kiss on the head, then goes to fill the cubes* Just the plain stuff?
Pooka: *wag tail wag wag <3 Mama!*
Scatters: *nod*
Nemesis: Okay, give the high grade to the blue Autobot with the visor. *sets the mid grade cubes on the bar and then goes to flip a mech who's reaching over the bar in the face with her bar towel*
Scatters: *nods and goes to retrieve the high grade. He brings it over to Desinex, who smirks and makes a snarky comment, which gets ignored, before going over and getting the mid grade. He then heads back to the table and offers one of the cubes to Mistfire*
Mistfire: *brightens despite herself, but manages not to grab it and chug it. At the first taste, though, her brow plates shoot up* This is different.
Scatters: *nods and writes* [I wasn't sure what flavor to get...so I figured basic mid grade for now.] *he glances over at Desinex, who is currently enjoying her high grade, before he writes again*[The bartender called that femme an Autobot...but she's really a 'Con...]
Mistfire: *thinks Nemesis was talking about the big guy by the door, but doesn't say so. Instead she looks at Desinex as she forces herself to sip slowly at her cube* She a friend of yours?
Scatters: *hadn't even seen the big guy by the door, shakes his head*
Mistfire: No?
Scatters: *another head shake, and some more writing*[She's one of the two femmes who shot at me earlier...]
Mistfire: *the cube pauses as her optics narrow* Shot at you?
Scatters: *nod, turns the page, writes*[apparently, I was being a glitch-head.]
Mistfire: Does she know about the Anti-Violence feild? *hand going toward the flame thrower on her back*
Scatters: *writes*[it was back home...so I'm pretty sure she doesn't know...]
Mistfire: *that is not a nice smile as she sets her cube down and shifts as though to get up*
Scatters: *watches, starting to get amused, write write*[just what are you going to do? and can I watch you do it?]
Mistfire: I'm just going to have a little talk with her *gets to her feet and saunters over to Desinex, unaware that her creator is showing in her every movement, or that the charming grin she's wearing is a prettier version of his*
Scatters: *pouts a bit before going into a fit of silent laughter*
Desinex: *notices Mistfire approaching, frown* what?
Mistfire: *charming, utterly innocent, only a hint of the rogue* I was just wondering if I could have a word with you.
Desinex: *frown* Why? *if she were a dog, her hackles would be raising by now*
Mistfire: You're a Decepticon, right? I hear 'Cons like energy. *mysterious... I have a secret....*
Desinex: *Raised optic ridge* Just what are you getting at?
Mistfire: I might know where you can find a lot of energy free for the taking. *has no idea she's telling the truth*
Desinex: *skeptic* Why would you be telling me this, hmmm?
Mistfire: Because you're the first 'Con I've run into that seems to be from my own reality.
Desinex: ...Huh...really now...*interest is piqued as she leans forward* I'm listening....
Mistfire: *glances toward Scattershot* Not in here. Too many audio receivers. *too much potential of fragging off her landlady....*
Desinex: *nods* I know a place in Detroit...it's secure, if only because I'm the only other one who knows how to get there. *she writes down the coordinates, smirking a bit at Scattershot* Even that guy has no idea where it is....
Mistfire: *doesn't even seem to look at the paper, though she memorizes those coordinates* I know a place here, not far away.
Desinex: *shrugs* Whatever works for you....
Mistfire: I'd like to get this done, so I have credit for a few... *thinks of her creator* upgrades.
Desinex: *nods, understanding. She pays what she owes, and leaves a decent-sized tip for the bartender, before rising to her feet*
Nemesis: *watches the two femmes leave the bar, then ups her audios and focuses them. Winces and shakes her head at the sound of liquid fire*
Desinex: *SHRIEK*
Mistfire: *informs her she's a glitch head and shoots again*
Desinex: *transforms and speeds off*
Nemesis: *looks at Scattershot* You getting this?
Scatters: *nods with a grin*
Mistfire: *comes back into the bar with a grim smile and a feeling of justice served. Also a bit of a loopy head because she just used all her energon for that attack*
Nemesis: *sends her over a free high grade by drone delivery*
Scatters: *gets up and moves to help Mistfire to her chair*
Mistfire: *blinking a little* Thanks. *reaches for her cube of mid-grade and blinks at the other cube offered her. Decides she wants her bigger cube first and doesn't really care if she chugs now*
Scatters: *small smile, and a gentle pat pat, before he hands the pad over*[thanks.]
Mistfire: *can't talk, too busy drinking... leans against him instead*
Scatters: *contentedly lets his engine purr a bit*
Mistfire: *likes that sound... and makes that cube of mid-grade vanish in record time. First time her tank's been anywhere close to full. So she gets to be loopy from that too for a moment*
Scatters: *offers her his cube*
Mistfire: *hesitates and looks at him quizzically*
Scatters: *insistent look, and moves the cube closer*
Mistfire: *takes and drinks, making a slight snuggling motion of thanks*
Scatters: *hesitantly puts his arm around her shoulders, before relaxing a bit*
Mistfire: *contended purr of her own as she makes the second cube vanish. Then she sets the empty container down and leans her head against Scattershot as well.* Thanks.
Scatters: *write write* [no problem...you looked like you needed the energy...and besides, I think that Decepticon will think twice before using me for target practice again...]
Mistfire: *admits quietly* I hadn't had a lot yet. *then grins* Good. The less damage to that pretty finish the better.
Scatters: *concerned, writes*[why not? it's important that you keep your fuel levels up...] *his faceplates heat a bit and he squeaks*
Mistfire: *leans her forehead against him so that he can't see her face* I didn't have anything to trade for it. *feeling sleeepy. Warm Scattershot=happiness*
Scatters: *frown, trying to think of a solution, write write*[not even information?]
Mistfire: *turns head slightly without lifting it to read and chuckles dryly* I'm new. I wouldn't even have somewhere to recharge if Hormah hadn't told me about a safe house behind this place.
Scatters: *surprised, doorwings up, write write* [Hormah...orange femme, strange tech, strange accent?]
Mistfire: And yellow optics. Mmmhmm, that's the one.
Scatters: *write write, pauses and attempts to speak, more static*[She's the one who gave me the credit and told me where to find this place]
Mistfire: .... huh. They says she's a priestess of Primus, the guy that was supposed to have made the Allspark... whatever that is.
Scatters: *write write write* [The Allspark is an artifact of great power...or at least that's what I was always told...]
Mistfire: Well, I don't know any... thing a...bout... that.
Scatters: *shrugs* [Personally, I think it's just a legend...but hey...there's always a grain of truth to any legend...]
Mistfire: *no reply*
Scatters: *snuggles, engine purring*
Mistfire: *recharging peacefully, her own engine purr muted*
Nemesis: *looks over there* Did she pass out on mid-grade?
Scatters: *one shoulder shrug*
Mistfire: *grumbles and snuggles without waking*
Nemesis: Take her to the safe house and put her on a couch. The only bot allowed to recharge in here is him. *nods to her son, who is passed out on his face on the bar*
Scatters: *nods, before writing something on the notepad and offering it to Nemesis*[Will do...is it alright if I stay with her?]
Nemesis: *scans it and shrugs* Don't forget your credits chips and her high grade. *tells Archiva to go give him proper change, which the white femme does*
Scatters: *nods and subspaces the credit chips, before shifting Mistfire to his back with an awkward motion, and picks up the cube of high grade* ^_^
Mistfire: *soft complaining note, but still doesn't wake*
Scatters: *low whistle as he carries Mistfire into the safe house. He spots a couch that seems like it'll be big enough for the femme, and gently sets her on it, before putting the high grade on the counter in Mistfire's line of sight. He then looks around, doorwings raising as he spots a couch that looks just the right size for him to recharge on*
Mistfire: *curls up and snuggles the back of the couch, recharging peacefully though she frowns slightly at the lack of purr*
Scatters: *considers this, before moving the couch he picked to recharge on closer to Mistfire's. He then settles on the couch, before rolling onto his side and drifting into recharge as well, his engine purring contentedly*
Mistfire: *smiling now*
((co-written with femme_is_a_mech))
Scatters: *Wanders into the Black Dog*
Mistfire: *looks up idly, then zooms in on the pink*
Scatters: *is looking around, freezes when he spots Mistfire*
Mistfire: *notices his expression and sits back again with disappointment*
Scatters: *mentally kicking himself, hesitantly makes his way over* Er...hi...*sheepish*
Mistfire: *brows lift as a tentitive smile shows* Hi.
Scatters: Er...*stammers as he frantically searches his subspace for something* Igotyousomethingbutifit'snotwhatyouwantthat'sokay*pulls out a small, lightweight handgun and the ammo for it, which he sets on the table by Mistfire's feet*
Mistfire: *blink, brow plates go high with surprise as her feet go down and she leans forward to look at it* This is mine?
Scatters: *Nods* y-yeah...m-merry Christmas...^^;;
Mistfire: *has heard the word to use from the other people here* Thank you. *smiles again, this time a little more certainly*
Scatters: *rubs at the back of his helm sheepishly* ^^
Mistfire: *head tilt* What's wrong?
Scatters: *panic* Er...nothing! *fighting the urge to flail and hide*
Mistfire: *frown* Don't tell me you're gonna run away again.
Scatters: *shakes head, as his vocalizer decided to fritz out on him*
Mistfire: Why don't you sit down? *she's seen others who come in do that, so it seems it's the right thing*
Scatters: *nods and sits down near Mistfire, still having vocalizer issues*
Archiva: *stops by him and looks down at him quizzically* What will you have?
Mistfire: *hiding behind her facepalm*
Scatters: *tries to say what he'd like, but a small squeak is all that escapes. searching his subspace, he pulls out the remains of the Cybertron Sunrise Hormah gave him and indicates that he wants two*
Archiva: *just letting him know* We don't have a lot of those left, and they're expensive.
Scatters: *puts the credit Hormah gave him, as well as a few of his larger credits, on the table*
Archiva: *takes it to mean that he's wanting to drink/eat till that's all gone and goes to get him the two Sunrises*
Mistfire: *peeking through fingers*
Scatters: *hesitantly reaches over and gently pat pats Mistfire's shoulder*
Mistfire: *takes hand away from face and smiles at him, then puts it up to touch his before studying the credit chits curiously. She's seen some of the others with such things and has a good idea of what they're for, but this is the closest she's seen them* You trade that for energy, right?
Scatters: *tries again to speak, scowls at the squeak that emits from his vocalizer, and then nods, before pointing to the handgun he gave Mistfire. It seems that he's trying to say "not just energy"*
Mistfire: *more frowning as she touches his neck* Are you damaged?
Scatters: *sheepish smile and a small shrug* Poss-*SQUEAK*
Mistfire: *brow quirk and confusion*
Archiva: *brings Sunrises and sets them down, then heads over to another table*
Mistfire: *blinks as one of those Sunrises is set in front of her*
Scatters: *pat pat, smiles, holds up his own Sunrise*
Mistfire: *surprised. Her voice is slightly small as she thanks him and picks up the treat to examine it. It smells good... but how do you... is it like the pellets? Her youth probably shows in the expression on her face as she brings the glowing rock to her mouth and bites it*
Scatters: *nods, before taking a bite out of his own Sunrise*
Mistfire: Mmmm... hisst! 0_0 *liquid middle! All down her front!*
Scatters: *raised optic ridge as he tries to ascertain whether Mistfire is alright or not*
Mistfire: *takes a moment to ascertain this herself, then looks into the empty center of her Sunrise and sets it down so that she can scrape the liquid energon off her armor and lick her fingers* Whoops.
Scatters: *silently chuckles, reaches over and pat pats Mistfire's arm* ^_^
Mistfire: *smiles at him, though she's a little worried by his continued silence. Then accepts the damp cloth from one of the bartender's drones and cleans herself up*
Scatters: *considers something, before digging through his subspace, looking for something. Several items are pulled out, most of which look like games of some sort or another, before finally, a pad of paper and a pen are pulled out. Scattershot quickly writes something on the paper, before handing the pad to Mistfire* [How is the Cybertron Sunrise?]
Mistfire: *reads as she puts the cloth down, and then picks the Sunrise up again* I've never tasted anything so good. Thank you.
Scatters: *Smiles*
Mistfire: It's almost like pink for my taste receptors. *no, she has no idea how silly that sounded*
Scatters: *raised optic ridge, reaches for the pad, writes again* [really?]
Mistfire: *crunching* Mmmhmmm.
Scatters: ^_^ *tries again to speak, but is met with static* -_-;;
Mistfire: *finishes the Sunrise and leans forward, her hand going to his chin* Let me see your neck. *slightly worried frown*
Scatters: *tilts his head up a bit*
Mistfire: *looks at his throat but sees no damage, so she probes it gently with her fingers* You look alright to me... but I don't know a lot about maintainance.
Scatters: *static, followed by a small scowl and more scribbling* [I'll just have to pester Ratchet when I go home....]
Desinex from Scatters' 'verse: *Walks in, spots Scatters, smirk* 'Bout fragging time. *Walks past*
Mistfire: *stares after her, fingers still on Scattershot's neck. Frowns, and then shrugs and turns back to him. The frown turns to a smile as she uses her thumb to wipe a small smudge of Sunrise from the corner of his mouth*
Scatters: *Makes a point to ignore the Decepti-femme, doorwings going up as Mistfire wipes the smudge of Sunrise from his face*
Mistfire: *smiles at him, and she's not hesitant or uncertain anymore. She's just happy to be sitting here by him*
Archiva: *sets a cube of high grade on the table in passing, not realizing that Mistfire has no idea what a raised pointer finger means around here*
Scatters: *moves his chair so he's closer to Mistfire, before blinking in confusion at the high grade. More writing on the pad* [I'm pretty sure I didn't order that...]
Mistfire: *pauses in moving her own chair and looks at the pink cube blankly* ...What should we do with it?
Scatters: *shrugs and looks around*
Mistfire: *'stole' some of the energon from the safe house, but doesn't realize yet that it's free for her to take and therefore hasn't taken much. So now she blushes as her tank tings emptily and hastily reaches for more of the cheap pellets while Scattershot's looking around*
Scatters: *frowns as he catches Mistfire's movement, before raising his hand to try to catch the attention of the bartender*
Nemesis: *notices him as she pulls her sparklet away from Desinex* What?
Scatters: *tries to order a mid-grade, but all that comes out is more static. Scowling, the mech writes down "Can we exchange the high grade for a couple of cubes of mid grade?" before getting out of his chair and carrying the pad over to Nemesis*
Nemesis: Sure. *lets Pooka go and gives him a kiss on the head, then goes to fill the cubes* Just the plain stuff?
Pooka: *wag tail wag wag <3 Mama!*
Scatters: *nod*
Nemesis: Okay, give the high grade to the blue Autobot with the visor. *sets the mid grade cubes on the bar and then goes to flip a mech who's reaching over the bar in the face with her bar towel*
Scatters: *nods and goes to retrieve the high grade. He brings it over to Desinex, who smirks and makes a snarky comment, which gets ignored, before going over and getting the mid grade. He then heads back to the table and offers one of the cubes to Mistfire*
Mistfire: *brightens despite herself, but manages not to grab it and chug it. At the first taste, though, her brow plates shoot up* This is different.
Scatters: *nods and writes* [I wasn't sure what flavor to get...so I figured basic mid grade for now.] *he glances over at Desinex, who is currently enjoying her high grade, before he writes again*[The bartender called that femme an Autobot...but she's really a 'Con...]
Mistfire: *thinks Nemesis was talking about the big guy by the door, but doesn't say so. Instead she looks at Desinex as she forces herself to sip slowly at her cube* She a friend of yours?
Scatters: *hadn't even seen the big guy by the door, shakes his head*
Mistfire: No?
Scatters: *another head shake, and some more writing*[She's one of the two femmes who shot at me earlier...]
Mistfire: *the cube pauses as her optics narrow* Shot at you?
Scatters: *nod, turns the page, writes*[apparently, I was being a glitch-head.]
Mistfire: Does she know about the Anti-Violence feild? *hand going toward the flame thrower on her back*
Scatters: *writes*[it was back home...so I'm pretty sure she doesn't know...]
Mistfire: *that is not a nice smile as she sets her cube down and shifts as though to get up*
Scatters: *watches, starting to get amused, write write*[just what are you going to do? and can I watch you do it?]
Mistfire: I'm just going to have a little talk with her *gets to her feet and saunters over to Desinex, unaware that her creator is showing in her every movement, or that the charming grin she's wearing is a prettier version of his*
Scatters: *pouts a bit before going into a fit of silent laughter*
Desinex: *notices Mistfire approaching, frown* what?
Mistfire: *charming, utterly innocent, only a hint of the rogue* I was just wondering if I could have a word with you.
Desinex: *frown* Why? *if she were a dog, her hackles would be raising by now*
Mistfire: You're a Decepticon, right? I hear 'Cons like energy. *mysterious... I have a secret....*
Desinex: *Raised optic ridge* Just what are you getting at?
Mistfire: I might know where you can find a lot of energy free for the taking. *has no idea she's telling the truth*
Desinex: *skeptic* Why would you be telling me this, hmmm?
Mistfire: Because you're the first 'Con I've run into that seems to be from my own reality.
Desinex: ...Huh...really now...*interest is piqued as she leans forward* I'm listening....
Mistfire: *glances toward Scattershot* Not in here. Too many audio receivers. *too much potential of fragging off her landlady....*
Desinex: *nods* I know a place in Detroit...it's secure, if only because I'm the only other one who knows how to get there. *she writes down the coordinates, smirking a bit at Scattershot* Even that guy has no idea where it is....
Mistfire: *doesn't even seem to look at the paper, though she memorizes those coordinates* I know a place here, not far away.
Desinex: *shrugs* Whatever works for you....
Mistfire: I'd like to get this done, so I have credit for a few... *thinks of her creator* upgrades.
Desinex: *nods, understanding. She pays what she owes, and leaves a decent-sized tip for the bartender, before rising to her feet*
Nemesis: *watches the two femmes leave the bar, then ups her audios and focuses them. Winces and shakes her head at the sound of liquid fire*
Desinex: *SHRIEK*
Mistfire: *informs her she's a glitch head and shoots again*
Desinex: *transforms and speeds off*
Nemesis: *looks at Scattershot* You getting this?
Scatters: *nods with a grin*
Mistfire: *comes back into the bar with a grim smile and a feeling of justice served. Also a bit of a loopy head because she just used all her energon for that attack*
Nemesis: *sends her over a free high grade by drone delivery*
Scatters: *gets up and moves to help Mistfire to her chair*
Mistfire: *blinking a little* Thanks. *reaches for her cube of mid-grade and blinks at the other cube offered her. Decides she wants her bigger cube first and doesn't really care if she chugs now*
Scatters: *small smile, and a gentle pat pat, before he hands the pad over*[thanks.]
Mistfire: *can't talk, too busy drinking... leans against him instead*
Scatters: *contentedly lets his engine purr a bit*
Mistfire: *likes that sound... and makes that cube of mid-grade vanish in record time. First time her tank's been anywhere close to full. So she gets to be loopy from that too for a moment*
Scatters: *offers her his cube*
Mistfire: *hesitates and looks at him quizzically*
Scatters: *insistent look, and moves the cube closer*
Mistfire: *takes and drinks, making a slight snuggling motion of thanks*
Scatters: *hesitantly puts his arm around her shoulders, before relaxing a bit*
Mistfire: *contended purr of her own as she makes the second cube vanish. Then she sets the empty container down and leans her head against Scattershot as well.* Thanks.
Scatters: *write write* [no problem...you looked like you needed the energy...and besides, I think that Decepticon will think twice before using me for target practice again...]
Mistfire: *admits quietly* I hadn't had a lot yet. *then grins* Good. The less damage to that pretty finish the better.
Scatters: *concerned, writes*[why not? it's important that you keep your fuel levels up...] *his faceplates heat a bit and he squeaks*
Mistfire: *leans her forehead against him so that he can't see her face* I didn't have anything to trade for it. *feeling sleeepy. Warm Scattershot=happiness*
Scatters: *frown, trying to think of a solution, write write*[not even information?]
Mistfire: *turns head slightly without lifting it to read and chuckles dryly* I'm new. I wouldn't even have somewhere to recharge if Hormah hadn't told me about a safe house behind this place.
Scatters: *surprised, doorwings up, write write* [Hormah...orange femme, strange tech, strange accent?]
Mistfire: And yellow optics. Mmmhmm, that's the one.
Scatters: *write write, pauses and attempts to speak, more static*[She's the one who gave me the credit and told me where to find this place]
Mistfire: .... huh. They says she's a priestess of Primus, the guy that was supposed to have made the Allspark... whatever that is.
Scatters: *write write write* [The Allspark is an artifact of great power...or at least that's what I was always told...]
Mistfire: Well, I don't know any... thing a...bout... that.
Scatters: *shrugs* [Personally, I think it's just a legend...but hey...there's always a grain of truth to any legend...]
Mistfire: *no reply*
Scatters: *snuggles, engine purring*
Mistfire: *recharging peacefully, her own engine purr muted*
Nemesis: *looks over there* Did she pass out on mid-grade?
Scatters: *one shoulder shrug*
Mistfire: *grumbles and snuggles without waking*
Nemesis: Take her to the safe house and put her on a couch. The only bot allowed to recharge in here is him. *nods to her son, who is passed out on his face on the bar*
Scatters: *nods, before writing something on the notepad and offering it to Nemesis*[Will do...is it alright if I stay with her?]
Nemesis: *scans it and shrugs* Don't forget your credits chips and her high grade. *tells Archiva to go give him proper change, which the white femme does*
Scatters: *nods and subspaces the credit chips, before shifting Mistfire to his back with an awkward motion, and picks up the cube of high grade* ^_^
Mistfire: *soft complaining note, but still doesn't wake*
Scatters: *low whistle as he carries Mistfire into the safe house. He spots a couch that seems like it'll be big enough for the femme, and gently sets her on it, before putting the high grade on the counter in Mistfire's line of sight. He then looks around, doorwings raising as he spots a couch that looks just the right size for him to recharge on*
Mistfire: *curls up and snuggles the back of the couch, recharging peacefully though she frowns slightly at the lack of purr*
Scatters: *considers this, before moving the couch he picked to recharge on closer to Mistfire's. He then settles on the couch, before rolling onto his side and drifting into recharge as well, his engine purring contentedly*
Mistfire: *smiling now*
((co-written with femme_is_a_mech))