*It's the dead of... midday. When you own a nightclub, midday's about as dead as it gets. Because there's all of ten patrons, including those weird partially sentient fungi that sprung up in the corner, Pyro's using this time to work on the receipts for the bar. Megatron never did pay for any of his drinks, and he shot up the place. Starscream ( Read more... )

Strata spirals sharply around her axis, pushing her thrusters just a little harder to maintain the slim lead she has over Echoshift. Not too much - she has to stop and make it through the door swiftly looming up in her forward scanners, all without smearing herself across it messily ( Read more... )

Thrust slips into the bar through the mini-warpgate. It's relatively quiet at the moment, as Pyro hasn't decided that it's nighttime yet. The usual collection of cutthroats, villains, and people wanting to think they're vaguely cool are lurking in the back; in fact, the dark corners of the bar are more crowded than the ones with decent lighting ( Read more... )

Blackstar pauses outside the building, eyeing it a little dubiously. Well, it would make sense for a bar like this to have a lot of Cybertronian spark signatures, he guessed. Someone in there ought to be able to help him out here. He hopes ( Read more... )

*Because of a booking error, Pyro had no entertainment for the night, As such, he has taken a break from his duties as barkeeper to perform on stage. He has altered the tonal modulator on his vocoder to reproduce the singing style popular in 1930s Earth nightclubs. His vowels are more accented and the consonants softer as he sings the opening ( Read more... )

Ratchet checks the coordinates again, and nods as he arrives at the front of a rather likely looking bar. It reminds him of any number of establishements that he and Wheeljack - okay, mainly him, and 'Jack was just along for the ride - got themselves tossed out of, back in the day. He hopes to Primus that their high-grade is worth the trouble ( Read more... )

*ducks in through the door, pleased that the bar was where he remembered seeing it and hadn't inexplicably moved while he wasn't watching. Well, after you've spent a certain amount of time hanging around the Nexus you learn that sometimes, it's easier to simply expect anything. Means you spend less time boggling dumbly in shock, for one ( Read more... )

Perceptor stumbled into view, looking a little worn about the edges. He stopped suddenly, almost as if he was only just taking stock of his surroundings, and noticed the sign over the door before him. With a nod, he composed himself and entered, pausing a moment just inside the doorway to observe the interior. Finding a seat at an empty table ( Read more... )

*Starscream's run out of supplies and thus he returns to the bar. Pyro's either redecorated or there was a very large fight recently; either way, he pays it no mind. He has been thinking deeply and privately, and the abrupt exposure to the late-night bar crowd is rather shocking.*

*Rodimus has just enough downtime nowadays that he can take the afternoon off without feeling too guilty about it. And so he finds himself in Pyro's Bar, finding an open table and scanning the room for familiar faces. He's mentally excusing the trip by labeling it "networking opportunity" in his schedule book. A leader must stay well-informed ( Read more... )