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not_your_gun in axiomnexuslogs

If there was an England on Cybertron, Tea would be the theme.

Aug 24, 2009 21:41

Who: IDW!Megatron, Logan Praxis (Shockwave)
What: Meeting
When: Now-ish
Where: Upscale Bistro in Zone 1.

( Where everybody knows your name. If you are anybody worth knowing, that is. )

npc | shockwave, transformers: idw | megatron

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axiom_npc August 25 2009, 03:31:48 UTC

Shockwave was endlessly amused by this situation.

This tea shop was not actually one he frequented very often - both he and Starscream much preferred another. The other was much more off the beaten track, much less well known, and much more likely to be frequented by young TransTech students at the nearby university on their lunch break who wanted to gawk at the occasional lowtech. A far cozier establishment.

He'd chosen this one for a reason. It was well known. Crowded. Frequented by businessmen and the rich, those who wanted to say that they'd actually been to the Nexus without really dirtying their servos in it.

He knew that Megatron would be as out of place here as a troll at a duchess' ball. That he would be out of his element and uncomfortable; while Shockwave would be completely at ease. Furthermore, it would give Megatron a chance to see one of the sections of society that he himself happened to despise - the rich, flighty fools who dared to upgrade themselves with his master's technology, who dared call themselves ( ... )

not_your_gun August 25 2009, 03:50:14 UTC

They were...staring. His sensors picked up dozens of optics settling on him, on the dents in his armor, on that scuff that he could not buff out, on that dark stain where he'd been too close to Incimus's lazers and the heat had scorched his frame. He did not wish to acknowledge those expressions of disdain, the low growl of his engine climbing up the range a notch, his optics focusing intently on the greeter, about to ask for Logan...

When he spotted him, at a table along the wall.

Brushing past the crystaline plant nestled near the entrance to the dining area, he moved through the lunch-time crowd, specifically meeting other's gazes as they fell on him until they looked away, internally cringing in over-abused patience as a pair of fliers giggled at him before he reached the booth and slid in to sit across from Logan.

He glared, for a few moments, and watched the human stir his tea.

"Next time." He growled, finally. "I choose the meeting place."

axiom_npc August 25 2009, 03:58:02 UTC

"Not fond of high society, I take it?" asked Logan, his expression completely neutral. "I'll admit, I don't like the crowd much either, but the surroundings are rather nice, don't you think...?"

He sipped the tea, savoring the delicate flavor. One thing he had to admit - humans had such a refined sense of taste. Though he'd later upgraded his natural form to be able to detect such subtitles, not to mention over overtones which no human would ever be able to identify, he had to appreciate the source of that knowledge. He'd killed quite a few humans trying to discover how their sensory organs worked, after all. And every sensation brought new knowledge...

"But if you so insist, fine. We can trade off. I shall show you my world, and you can show me yours."

As he spoke, one of the serving ladies - a perky and obnoxiously pink cross between a motorcycle and a housecat (clearly transtech in her construction) rolled over. She gave Megatron a rather puzzled look, but she replaced this with a smile as she left a menu in front of him.

not_your_gun August 25 2009, 04:19:26 UTC

At the moment, Megatron had to admit that the surroundings of the restaurant probably would have been extremely attractive--if they had been on fire. "I do not particularly like being observed and tolerated as if I'm some sort of specimen..." He paused in his words as the waitress arrived, gave him the particular look he was referring to, and then departed. "...seeing as that I'm a rare breed in here." Picking up the menu, he glanced over the dishes cursorily, nearly dropping it again as he realized the prices and throwing yet another glare at Logan over the top of the list. If he did not know better...he would have thought the human was doing this on purpose.

On the other hand, he did know better, and was certain the human was doing this on purpose. "And that dislike doesn't fail to extend to you, Logan Praxis. However..." He put the menu down. "...I do accept your terms." He smirked. "Though things have not been well down in the bowels of the Nexus, as of late." Not with beings such as Sentinel now making their ( ... )

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