Day of the Dead [open, prompt response]

[karanseraph]

TFA Slipstream

It is a couple days past Halloween, and the unusual eeriness has left the nexus. The weather is yet autumnal; crisp and cool. Today, there is something happening along the street in Park Slope. The road and walkways between the towering, violet-toned apartment building and the recently manicured park are filled with displays of

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[hunter_for_hire]

TFA Lockdown

Lockdown is unsettled. Ever since his discussion with Slipstream during the bizarre Halloween events, a bothersome worry has been rattling his processor. She had "politely" declined his invitation to return to the Death's Head with him, where they could continue their discussion, saying she had promised Fireflight a visit to the Roost. Lockdown didn't buy that excuse, otherwise why wouldn't she have left with Fireflight? She had also been acting peculiar. She had accused him of seducing her merely for a bounty--a bounty that is old history and doesn't even apply in the Nexus--then she took back her accusation, and tried to play off that everything was fine

[karanseraph]

Slipstream looks up from the bench, mild surprise quickly covered by a smirky smile.

You, maybe.

For all the bitterness in her answer, Slipstream takes the small flower in her talons and twirls it between her sharp digits, admiring it with softly glowing optics.

Or me, not that I'm unusually paranoid anymore. She shrugs, not up to full snarkiness. She's still somewhat affected by the realizations of the last lunar cycle.

Certainly not any Autobots who, if not in this Nexus, would consider me the enemy. It really isn't as much of a consolation as she would like that one of them is already offlined beyond the Nexus. As far as she knows, he might find some way to go Master Kenobi on them and continue to make appearances. The idea that an enemy or rival is merged with the AllSpark isn't comforting to one with a piece of the AllSpark in her chest. It's not in my interest to break any truce.

Slipstream straightens in her seat, forcing her smirk a bit. She sets the flower beside her to take one of the cocktails from the nearby altar.

[hunter_for_hire]

Helping himself to a cocktail, he takes a seat next to her, unconcerned with agenda of quitting "the drink." If she's going to bring up Yoketron, he's entitled to a little inebriation. He sits silent a moment, leaning into his legs, swirling the pink liquid.

Already toldja my story. He makes a half-ass toast, optics locked to the altar near them, watching the candles flicker, then takes a sip from his cube, the rich flavor instantly soothing. It's high grade. Really, really good high grade.

He take another sip--a slow savoring one--before finally lifting an expectant gaze to her.

What goin' on with ya, Trix?

[karanseraph]

Slipstream watches closely as Lockdown takes a drink. It was never her idea or choice that he avoid the hard stuff, as it were, so if he wants to make a change, that's his decision to make. Maybe she needs to be a little over-energized to answer his questions.

Coattails, you're my mech. I hope you know that. But, slag if that wasn't a terribly open-ended question! I might not have real insight, but...my optics and diagnostics are all functional. I know it might seem I was really paranoid and hurtful recently. Might even have tried to keep you distant. But, I'm not sure you want to really know everything behind that. Slag, I'm not 100% certain I understand what goes on with me sometimes, and it's me!

She takes a long drought from her cube. She's really not sure whether it is wiser to keep things from him, or let him know now.You're