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[dirge]

Who: Dirge and whoever is brave enough to get near him while he's eating.
When: After Dirge talked to Sam about tomatoes and murder.
Where: A restaurant.
What: Dirge is hungry and super unnerved. Sounds like a great time to bug him!
Warnings: Dirge. Always warn for Dirge.

Dirge's meeting with the Sam human had left him feeling a bad combination of irritated, worried, and very very hungry. Fortunately, he could at least fix that last one by heading to a restaurant and goring himself on free food. The jet's digestive system was a little different than most other cybertronian's. On account of an experiment headed by a rogue Shockwave in far away Axiom Nexus, Dirge was gifted with a tank that could process nearly anything. Organic matter, metals, energon-- if he could fit down his throat he could digest it. Eventually. Not to say that his systems always appreciated it. Especially the tougher materials...

The clone was particularly delighted to find that the restaurant served organic food as well as energon. To the confusion of the cybertronian staff, he proceeded to order from both menus, indicating at least five different dishes to start with. If anyone were to venture in later they'd find him hard at work consuming whatever was on a vast number of plates in front of him, with empty ones stacked up on the side and occasionally muttering something about 'witches' or 'ghosts'.

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[knight_light]

Wing stepped into the restaurant and spotted a familiar face. He...hesitated, but in the end he stepped over and motioned at the seat beside Dirge. "Would you mind if I joined you, friend?"

[not_a_ghost]

Sirrah was not a creature that needed to feed in the conventional sense. Unlike the robotic and organic inhabitants of the world she got her sustenance by being near other living beings. And so finding places where people often spent a lot of time was a good way to fill up on a little extra energy.

And so she found herself at the restaurant. Spotting Dirge was just an amusing bonus. Invisible but for two glowing points of red she trotted across the Cybertronian counter, hopped tables, and made her way to where Dirge sat, indulging himself with the oddest assortment of fuels and foods she'd seen anyone attempt to consume.

Taking a seat by one of his empty plates she materialized, gazing up at the giant bot. She was tiny compared to him, no bigger than a typical organic house cat. In person the wispy nature of her appearance would be more apparent. She looks like she's soft and fluffy...and like she's made of smoke.

"Enjoying your meal, Tael'ip?"

[ye_olde_engineer]

Wheeljack had just needed to get out of his workshop for a bit. He'd hit a snag on one of his projects and he'd frustrated himself trying to solve the issue. Always best to walk away and clear his head when that happened. He'd made his way over to the Hub for a drink . . . and paused at a rather unusual sight.

After a moment, he headed over. "That's a pretty impressive spread you've got there."