Nexus. Black Dog bar.
Blitzwing: *hasn't been to an actual BAR in a good long time. At least, without being on some sort of mission or other such deal. Icy looks around as he enters the Black Dog*
*Bar is spacious, nice. Comfortably bright in some places, and comfortably dark in others. And on the bar, which is across the room from the door, stands the reason for the bar's name.*
Pooka: *supervising the drinking of Galvatron Prime's energon*
Galvatron: *amused, as he scratches the Maximal puppy's ears*
Blitzwing: *heads toward the bar, only glancing around slightly.*
Nemesis: *pauses to look at the newcomer from where she's skillfully mixing a big cube of mid-grade sweet singer, her dark russet optics studying him before she nods and resumes her drink making*
Blitzwing: *and there he stops. Icy can hear Hothead and Random both murmuring about what they might want. Icy isn't sure what this bar has. Besides energon...*
Pooka: *looks up at the newcomer, as does the tall purple and grey mech who is scritching his ears*
Galvatron: *slight frown* Do I know you?
Blitzwing: *looks over at the purple mech. He looks familiar, and not just the 'looks like a Galvatron' way* ...You might. Name's Blitzwing.
Galvatron: *runs over his mental files* Blitzwing... have you been to a place called the dressing room?
Blitzwing: A couple of times. Once about four million or so stellar cycles ago, again a few weeks ago.
Galvatron: *turns to look at him more fully, thus unconciously displaying his distinctive red Decepticon badge* This is going to sound strange, but I think I dreamed about you, or someone like you.
Blitzwing: *raises an optic ridge at the badge...he's remembering that..but he smiles* Not as strange as it seems.
Galvatron: *nods his thanks to Nemesis as she sets a bowl of energon pellets between he and the other mech, then turns back to Blitzwing gravely* What do you mean. Oh, forgive me. I'm Galvatron Prime.
Blitzwing: I live in that Dream....and I have met you there. Details are fuzzy, though.
Galvatron: *brow plates draw together slightly* I... remember. It's another nexus.
Blitzwing: Of a sort, yes.
Galvatron: *shakes his head, smiling now* The places between worlds are hard to understand, but it's good to meet you again, friend. Would you like a drink? Something to eat?
Blitzwing: We were debating that..what do they have here?
Nemesis: Everything. *nods to the blackboards over the mirror*
random mech: Not everything. I've never seen you serve ration grade.
Nemesis: *snorts and wipes bar* Everything drink or edible.
Blitzwing: *look up at the blackboard--and Random takes control, oooo-ing at the selection*
Nemesis: Just don't get anything too expensive, if he's paying. Making him sweep up to pay for stuff makes me feel bad.
Galvatron: *is gravely embarrassed now*
Blitzwing: *Can't decide between them* *Switches to Hothead* #@%@*...have a suggestion for someone that can't make up their minds?
Nemesis: He's drinking plain mid-grade.
Galvatron: *has indeed got the cheapo drink* The energon sticks are good.
Blitzwing: *switches to Icy* Then we'll try them.
Nemesis: *nods* What colour? Blue? Green?
Icy: Blue, please.
Nemesis: *nods and goes to get*
Galvatron: *sighs and frowns into his energon*
Blitzwing: What's wrong?
Galvatron: *starts slightly and realizes he'd wandered off mentally* Ah... sorry. I was thinking of our medic.
Blitzwing: *raises an optic ridge*
Nemesis: *brings back two blue rods of crystalline energon and sets them in front of Blitzwing, then goes to argue with the little orange femme that just jumped up on the bar to reach over it*
Blitzwing: *takes the rods, then tries breaking them--into three equal pieces each*
Galvatron: *watches him and then nods his thanks as Nemesis sets another rod on the plate* He's missing. Again.
Blitzwing: Missing?
Galvatron: *frowns and leans his cheek on his fist* AWOL. With his com turned off.
Blitzwing: *frowns at that* Why would a medic go AWOL?
Galvatron: *quietly* Because he's tired of not being able to help anyone. We've run out of parts. Among other things.
Blitzwing: ...
Galvatron: *looks up and sees his expression* Sorry.
Blitzwing: No, it's okay. Just...wish I could help.
Galvatron: I came here looking for some sort of aid. But no one's willing to give up parts or supplies for a down payment or credit. *shakes head*
Pooka: Maybe he could buy your gun.
Galvatron: *looks at the pup and frowns* Pardon?
Blitzwing: *echoes the Pardon?*
Pooka: *sits down and tilts head, one ear flopping slightly* You work with that other guy, Swindle, don't you? Or is that a different Blitzwing that lives in a dream?
Blitzwing: No, that's me.
Pooka: Well, you guys're arms dealers, right?
Blitzwing: For the most part, yes.
Pooka: So if you buy his gun, he'll have creds.
Galvatron: *frowns and looks at the gun on his arm*
Blitzwing: That...would be up to him. *also mutters about not having THAT many creds on him and being on vacation, slaggit*
Galvatron: *slowly* I don't need it anymore... but I don't want to infringe on your vacation.
Nemesis: Pooka, quit bugging those guys.
Pooka: But, Mo....
Nemesis: *mom look*
Pooka: *scarpers*
Blitzwing: *slight smile* I'm only on vacation because Swindle is...he's the one that does most of the dealing.
Galvatron: *nods* I understand. Do you like the energon sticks? *frowning thoughtfully at the gun now*
Blitzwing: They're good...and...*Random takes control* Finally! *munches on his share*
Galvatron: *quizzical look*
Blitzwing: *Random giggles* We share. *Switches to Hothead, who bites off a taste of his share*
Galvatron: *smiles* Ah. I see. *reaches into subspace and pulls out a couple of battered looking cred chips, then sets them down on the bar* It was good to see you again, Blitzwing. But I should be going. *to find out if someone will really buy this gun....*
Blitzwing: *switches back to Icy* And you as well.
Galvatron: *nods and goes*
((written with swindle_blitz))
*Bar is spacious, nice. Comfortably bright in some places, and comfortably dark in others. And on the bar, which is across the room from the door, stands the reason for the bar's name.*
Pooka: *supervising the drinking of Galvatron Prime's energon*
Galvatron: *amused, as he scratches the Maximal puppy's ears*
Blitzwing: *heads toward the bar, only glancing around slightly.*
Nemesis: *pauses to look at the newcomer from where she's skillfully mixing a big cube of mid-grade sweet singer, her dark russet optics studying him before she nods and resumes her drink making*
Blitzwing: *and there he stops. Icy can hear Hothead and Random both murmuring about what they might want. Icy isn't sure what this bar has. Besides energon...*
Pooka: *looks up at the newcomer, as does the tall purple and grey mech who is scritching his ears*
Galvatron: *slight frown* Do I know you?
Blitzwing: *looks over at the purple mech. He looks familiar, and not just the 'looks like a Galvatron' way* ...You might. Name's Blitzwing.
Galvatron: *runs over his mental files* Blitzwing... have you been to a place called the dressing room?
Blitzwing: A couple of times. Once about four million or so stellar cycles ago, again a few weeks ago.
Galvatron: *turns to look at him more fully, thus unconciously displaying his distinctive red Decepticon badge* This is going to sound strange, but I think I dreamed about you, or someone like you.
Blitzwing: *raises an optic ridge at the badge...he's remembering that..but he smiles* Not as strange as it seems.
Galvatron: *nods his thanks to Nemesis as she sets a bowl of energon pellets between he and the other mech, then turns back to Blitzwing gravely* What do you mean. Oh, forgive me. I'm Galvatron Prime.
Blitzwing: I live in that Dream....and I have met you there. Details are fuzzy, though.
Galvatron: *brow plates draw together slightly* I... remember. It's another nexus.
Blitzwing: Of a sort, yes.
Galvatron: *shakes his head, smiling now* The places between worlds are hard to understand, but it's good to meet you again, friend. Would you like a drink? Something to eat?
Blitzwing: We were debating that..what do they have here?
Nemesis: Everything. *nods to the blackboards over the mirror*
random mech: Not everything. I've never seen you serve ration grade.
Nemesis: *snorts and wipes bar* Everything drink or edible.
Blitzwing: *look up at the blackboard--and Random takes control, oooo-ing at the selection*
Nemesis: Just don't get anything too expensive, if he's paying. Making him sweep up to pay for stuff makes me feel bad.
Galvatron: *is gravely embarrassed now*
Blitzwing: *Can't decide between them* *Switches to Hothead* #@%@*...have a suggestion for someone that can't make up their minds?
Nemesis: He's drinking plain mid-grade.
Galvatron: *has indeed got the cheapo drink* The energon sticks are good.
Blitzwing: *switches to Icy* Then we'll try them.
Nemesis: *nods* What colour? Blue? Green?
Icy: Blue, please.
Nemesis: *nods and goes to get*
Galvatron: *sighs and frowns into his energon*
Blitzwing: What's wrong?
Galvatron: *starts slightly and realizes he'd wandered off mentally* Ah... sorry. I was thinking of our medic.
Blitzwing: *raises an optic ridge*
Nemesis: *brings back two blue rods of crystalline energon and sets them in front of Blitzwing, then goes to argue with the little orange femme that just jumped up on the bar to reach over it*
Blitzwing: *takes the rods, then tries breaking them--into three equal pieces each*
Galvatron: *watches him and then nods his thanks as Nemesis sets another rod on the plate* He's missing. Again.
Blitzwing: Missing?
Galvatron: *frowns and leans his cheek on his fist* AWOL. With his com turned off.
Blitzwing: *frowns at that* Why would a medic go AWOL?
Galvatron: *quietly* Because he's tired of not being able to help anyone. We've run out of parts. Among other things.
Blitzwing: ...
Galvatron: *looks up and sees his expression* Sorry.
Blitzwing: No, it's okay. Just...wish I could help.
Galvatron: I came here looking for some sort of aid. But no one's willing to give up parts or supplies for a down payment or credit. *shakes head*
Pooka: Maybe he could buy your gun.
Galvatron: *looks at the pup and frowns* Pardon?
Blitzwing: *echoes the Pardon?*
Pooka: *sits down and tilts head, one ear flopping slightly* You work with that other guy, Swindle, don't you? Or is that a different Blitzwing that lives in a dream?
Blitzwing: No, that's me.
Pooka: Well, you guys're arms dealers, right?
Blitzwing: For the most part, yes.
Pooka: So if you buy his gun, he'll have creds.
Galvatron: *frowns and looks at the gun on his arm*
Blitzwing: That...would be up to him. *also mutters about not having THAT many creds on him and being on vacation, slaggit*
Galvatron: *slowly* I don't need it anymore... but I don't want to infringe on your vacation.
Nemesis: Pooka, quit bugging those guys.
Pooka: But, Mo....
Nemesis: *mom look*
Pooka: *scarpers*
Blitzwing: *slight smile* I'm only on vacation because Swindle is...he's the one that does most of the dealing.
Galvatron: *nods* I understand. Do you like the energon sticks? *frowning thoughtfully at the gun now*
Blitzwing: They're good...and...*Random takes control* Finally! *munches on his share*
Galvatron: *quizzical look*
Blitzwing: *Random giggles* We share. *Switches to Hothead, who bites off a taste of his share*
Galvatron: *smiles* Ah. I see. *reaches into subspace and pulls out a couple of battered looking cred chips, then sets them down on the bar* It was good to see you again, Blitzwing. But I should be going. *to find out if someone will really buy this gun....*
Blitzwing: *switches back to Icy* And you as well.
Galvatron: *nods and goes*
((written with swindle_blitz))