Haven's door is open for chill-out~

[boreal_forest]

Haven as a bar hasn't been available for a while now, since the owners are busy taking care of some minor problems downstairs and can't be bothered with the bar's usual business. As a shelter offering sanctuary, Haven is still fully functionable. Today the doors open, if only for a short period.

~A new note has been nailed upon Haven's door~

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[boreal_forest]

*is currently perched upon the bar counter, cleaning his blaster with care, pretty much oblivious, humming softly*

[death_hendry]

*walks in, hoping to run across Devcon, happy to find him right at the counter... using it as a seat, which makes him quirk a smile, he walks over*

Hello. Judging by what you're using as furniture, i guess there's no point asking if you have spare padding i can sponge off you to finish off a couch?

[boreal_forest]

*looks up and offers an easy grin as he stretches his right arm and lowers his optics to inspects his mounted blaster, still paying attention as Prowl talks to him*

...uh? *shutterblinks*

Oh! *snickers* - well, we might have. See those three doors on the way to the showers? In the kitchen, to the right, there are some keys hanging. Take them and go see, will ya? I have to make sure this damn thing works properly...

*pokes the blaster with an annoyed glare at it*

[death_hendry]

*grins at the typically Devcon-ish hospitality and follows his instructions*
Thanks, i'll try not to clean you out

[onyx17]

*steps through the door, too caught up in her current task to care that this is the third time she's come into the bar looking less than presentable; she notes that she'll definitely have to find some alternate route to the shooting range in the future, trekking through the forest really wasn't doing it for her*

*spots Devcon and walks up to him*

Hey Dev. Mind if I raid your energon stores? *grins sheepishly* I've got a bunch of mechs workin' on my shootin' range under the promise of free high-grade.

[boreal_forest]

*beams as Chromia enters Haven and offers the femme a cube of his finest Liquid before answering her with a courteous dip of his helm*

Sure, just make us a small note of how much you take, so we know how much of it we need to refill. I don't mind helping out with the energon, specially since I think your idea is both much needed and rather intelligent.

*lifts his right arm, showing his blaster to the warrior*

...as soon as I get this one to work properly again, I'll make sure to take a trip out and help out. If you don't mind, of course. Just point what needs to be done, and I'll do my best.

*smiles softly*

So, just take what you need, right?

[onyx17]

*smiles and takes a grateful swig from the glass*

Thanks Dev. You're a lifesaver!

*optic ridges crease in thought*

Hmm, I've only got about a handful of guys down there. But knowin' them and their drinkin' habits... Any chance I could take a crate? I'd be sure t'bring back any leftover cubes... *quirks a lopsided grin* Though don't be surprised if there aren't any.

*takes another swig, optics falling on his blaster*

Course you can. Open to anyone and everyone. *nods towards the weapon* What's wrong with it?

[boreal_forest]

*laughs and shakes his helm*

Take the amount you think you'll need and just get back later for more, if needed. I don't really expect you to return any leftovers. Grab whatever you want to. Have some cookies as well, by all mean. Spoil them rotten~

*makes a face*

Oh, I flew around a bit yesterday and nothing was wrong then. Later I went upstairs, and still nothing wrong. I came out of recharge and there is just something annoying me... late reaction, actually. I might have to ask Dancer for help or something.

*sighs*

[jazzingitup]

*Wanders in, looking more for something to munch on, a booth to relax in. Or company. Jazz isn't picky.*

Nice, quiet place this is today. Just what I was looking for.

[boreal_forest]

*looks up from his tinkering and dips his helm in a courteous greeting*

Hi, welcome... uhm, you want something? We have coolant and that nice midgrade-mix, oh - and rust-sticks as well. I can bring it to your table if you wish.

[jazzingitup]

Hey~ I think we met before once. *smiles and shakes his head* Just midgrade and rust-sticks wil be fine and you don't have to trouble yourself if you tell me where to get it.

[boreal_forest]

*tilts his helm and grins; Oooh, it's the skirt-wearing mech from the party~*

Uhm, yeah... I met you, alright. Hard to forget such a sight. How would the humans call it? "A sight forged in heaven", right~?

Well, by all means - your wish is my command - come and grab it.

*waves the smaller mech forward, pointing at the midgrade and the rust-sticks waiting for the taking*

[skyure]

*comes back home, finally, stumbles to the barcounter, helps himself to some coolant and ... NO, no rust-sticks for him today*

Hey Dev. *he sounds actually hoarse right now*

[boreal_forest]

*stares*

...er, are you alright? *read: what have you done now?*

[skyure]

*stares back for a moment*

Why are you looking at me like that?

And yes ... fine so far *croaks*

[boreal_forest]

*shrugs and stretches, keeping his optics on his weapon*

...nothing, really. If I'm not to count in that horrible excuse of a voice I'm hearing.

*snorts softly*