Bonding Party!

[icemasta]

It’s not exactly a celebrity wedding, but considering a lack of budget Snowcat and Demolishor have done pretty well for themselves. The words “BONDING PARTY HERE” have been spray-painted on the door in purple, along with a big Decepticon symbol on both the door and the wall. For tonight, the assembly room is Decepticon territory

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[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade notices that there's one Zamboni that's staying all alone, away from other people. She wanders over from where she had been sticking close to her sisters and kneels down next to the Zamboni* Hi there. What're you doing, all alone?

[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade makes a noise, and start to head away, keeping any hurt she may feel at the zamboni's rejection carefully sealed away in proper Decepticon fashion. She's most likely heading to rejoin one of her sisters, or possibly Steadfast.*

[midnightspook]

Still... Thanks, he replies to Wingblade, sighing to himself a little as One looks right up at him.

Fair enough, he replies to One, giving the little mech another scritch. You don't want to go play with or see anyone else? Lot of mechs out there now...

Wingblade is, indeed, a proper little Decepticon with her ramrod straight posture and that stiff stalk of hers as she walks away. She reminds him of another proud young Seeker he'd known once.

Wingblade... You don't have to be over here to talk to me, you know. I mean... if you wanted to talk to someone, that is.

He won't insult her by asking, "what's wrong?" She's a Decepticon, a Seeker. But he's been around the block enough times to know that she's hiding something. Something big. That's about as subtle as he can think of to offer her a friendly audial, though.

[icemasta]

"Like spook. Pa-ah-sites later." Besides, all the giant people with giant feet are a little hard to deal with. His siblings are all being carried around by someone or other.

[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade manages to find a new container of mid-grade to drink from, and comms Blackstar back.*

I'm just not really in the mood for a party, but Strata an' Photon thought it would be good for me to be here.

[midnightspook]

Fair 'nuff, One, Blackstar replies to the zamboni in a soft chuckle as he tucks the little mech close again.

Hmm... So tell 'em to slag off and go do what you wanna do, Blackstar suggests to Wingblade.

[prankster_femme]

Can't. I just...can't be far from them right now.

[midnightspook]

Still absently scritching Z1, Blackstar watches Wingblade from his invisible hiding place behind the table.

Oh? Why not?

[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade frowns a little, making her way over to SF and leaning against the wall next to her.*

It's not something I want to talk about.

[midnightspook]

Fair 'nuff.

The mystery energon cube floats and drains a little bit more. Fortunately, no one seems to be paying attention to the space behind the table.

[prankster_femme]

*As Wingblade and Steadfast talk, Wingblade also keeps up the conversation with Blackstar.*

So, you made up with one of the zambonis?

[midnightspook]

He made up with me, sorta. He remembers more than the others. Smarter, too, Blackstar explains.

[prankster_femme]

'M glad at least one of them remembers an' has made up with you.

[midnightspook]

Yeah... Thanks.

He needs to let Auspex know sometime, too, he decides. Not here, though. Later. In his own way.