What would you do if I sang out of tune?

[bitchingcamaro]

WHO: Bumblebee, Anyone who wants to harass talk to him
WHAT: Emo/Thinkings
WHERE: The Park
WHEN: This evening
WARNINGS/NOTES: Sad bee.

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[houndofmegatron]

He was not alone in the park, though Scorponok was doing his best to keep the Autobot from knowing he was being tailed. He'd been exploring, as he often did when Blackout was being boring and ignoring him, and those explorations had been aimless until precisely the moment he localized an Autobot signal...that was familiar.

So he'd put his head down and scurried after the Autobot, dampening his signals as much as possible. In the absence of Blackout's presence, in the absence of any specific orders, he fell automatically back to standing directives regarding Autobots: surveil and report.

When the Autobot paused and transformed, Scorponok slipped himself under a low, widely-spreading shrub, activating his chameleon mesh and going still, watching all the while.

[bitchingcamaro]

The Autobot had lapsed into silence, leaning againts one of the trees and descending into thought when his sensors gave a soft, internal 'ping.' Something was there. Maybe. As if it had been there a moment ago and was now a fading echo. But it was a familiar signal, and close by. He dropped into a crouch, turning his head to look around the edge of the clear area.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are--"

[houndofmegatron]

Scorponok wasn't much of a spy. Though he could camouflage himself effectively, he was much more suited to recon missions where he would only have dumb sensors to fool, or to ambushes--when he was already in place, his victims rarely detected him until he was attacking.

Being noticed was not something that often happened and he jerked backwards in surprise as the Autobot's optics scanned over his hiding place. He froze again immediately, but that momentary lapse was enough to have shaken the bushes and caused his chameleon mesh to ripple, disclosing a momentary, if wavery, image of the Decepticon underneath the foliage.

[bitchingcamaro]

Bumblebee clattered forward cautiously and parted the bushes, leaning over to look down at whatever was hiding there. He paused a moment, switching through various vision modes to try and pierce whatever was hiding the thing and then--

"Scorponok!" He jumped back, hopefully avoiding a strike from the other's tail.

[reallybadcop]

Barricade, for his part, had been in the park when the signal came on his scanners; familiar and hated and moving surprisingly quickly. His engine rumbled softly as he decided to simply track rather than tail, silently wondering what he could possibly be running from...

...and then the Autobot came to a halt not too far from him. Unable to resist, Barricade slowly crossed the distance, keeping his lights off until he was able to catch a visual of Bumblebee leaning against a tree...

"Well, don't you look like the little 'Bot lost," he chuckled darkly.

[bitchingcamaro]

Bumblebee twisted, dropping into a fighting crouch on instinct as he heard Barricade's voice. His battlemask came down, his cannon engaged with a soft hum. He really did not want to deal with an annoying 'Con right now, especially Barricade.

"What do you want, Scrapheap?"

[reallybadcop]

As the Autobot prepared for battle, Barricade transformed into his standard mode. It was almost disappointing that he hadn't come for a fight!...but if he could taunt the Autobot into striking first...

"At the moment I'm wondering why you were driving like a gearbat out of Kaon five minutes ago," he said with deceptive friendliness, straightening up. Not that he expected Bumblebee to fall for it, but...habit.

[bitchingcamaro]

"That's my business, Barricade." He slowly rose up from his crouch. The Decepticon obviously wasn't interested in a fight just now. And if he was, Bee was confident he could take him.

"--So, why don't you make like a tree and get outta here?"

[miragebot]

Bee wasn't alone, as Mirage was also in the clearing taking some of the falling nightfall's quiet into himself. He debated shifting away, raising holos and blending into the trees... and then didn't. There wasn't a war here, he needed to remember. He didn't need to consider everyone an enemy.

He hadn't met this yellow mech before, but his design was Tyran and reminded Mirage of Ratchet. He raised a hand in greeting when the mech finished transforming. "Good evening."

There was no harm in being polite, after all.

[bitchingcamaro]

Bumblebee glanced up at the unfamilair mech, optics focusing for a moment before he nodded, a bit wary. After all, who knew who the stranger was? Could be a 'Con.

"Good evening.." Oh, Bela Lugosi, you're so useful.

[miragebot]

Not a con - but the remains of a sigil on his chest was red underneath and atop of pitted, damaged metal. The blue and white mech stayed relaxed, certainly not interested in causing the newcomer any undue stress.
"You're Tyran, aren't you? Your design is expressly unique, compared to everyone else I have seen in this cage of a city." He offered a small, almost bitter smile at that, then shook his head as if to clear his processor. "I'm called Mirage. What's your designation, if I may ask?"

[bitchingcamaro]

Bumblebee cocked his head to the side, examining Mirage for a moment. Despite his repaired vocalizer, it was still a bit easier to just use a recording if it got his point across.

"Correct! Tell him what he's won--"

He bowed slightly from the waist.

"--the Bumblebee pollinates--"