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Watch out; you might get what you're after. Strange,

Who: Soundwave, Wing, Sam, and Dirge.
What: Sam is ransoming Dirge’s sense of taste back to him; Soundwave is verifying Dirge’s commitment to ~~sparkle motion~~ the terms; Wing is trying to keep the situation from deteriorating further.
Where: First the Atrium, then the bar.
When: Shortly after this, which is after this.
Warnings: Language, Dirge.

‘It looks like we’ve got a go-time, so if you want to meet up in the atrium? That would be good?’

It was short, simple; a start. (Arguably, the beginning of the end.) Sam had sent the same message to Wing and Soundwave upon reaching the atrium, aware that the Cybertronians weren’t likely to keep her waiting long---if she’d messaged them prior to leaving her own apartment, they probably would’ve been waiting on her. They probably wouldn’t’ve minded, or wouldn’t’ve minded much, but she didn’t want to be discourteous---not today, when she was banking on her own intuitions and a few favours.

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Soundwave was there fairly early. And by early we mean 'about two seconds after he got the message'. A ground bridge just yawned open and the gangly 'Con headed through, awkwardly trailing a few wires from his arms and still fussing with his drone. He'd had it online just long enough to check his messages, so it would seem, and was busy going back to work on it.

"Hey, Sam. Showed up as soon as I could. When's Dirge supposed to get here? Like... soonish maaaybe? I was gonna do some other stuff..." Not that he was in a rush.

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~~hewastotallyinarush~~

"Hey." Smiling, Sam raised a hand in greeting; the other remained resting on the poster tube she'd brought to carry her contract in. "He's waiting for us, actually, and I'm sorry to take up your time, but as soon as Wing gets here we'll head to the bar to hopefully wrap this business all up. For reasons---well, of health and safety---I thought it might be best if we went together. Dealing with someone that big and enthusiastically omnivorous, I like to be kind of cautious. To that end, I'm glad you're here, and I want to thank you for coming."

Speaking of, Wing comes to a landing nearby, settling lightly on his feet. He...doesn't appear entirely happy about this, but he's here, and will support Sam doing what she feels necessary to keep herself safe.

Primus but he wished he could trust Dirge...

"Oh no that's okay! That's okay I don't mind. Ha ha, it's just gonna be a few minutes anyway, right?" How hard could it be to scare a baby jet and read its mind, it'd be peanuts.

Oh but here's a reason to be awkward.

Soundwave seems to stumble a bit when Wing shows up. If he didn't look a little guilty before, he did now.

"Uh... hi Wing."

The witch glanced to Wing even as she answered. "Hopefully, and I'm going to thank you anyway. And---again, hopefully---find a way to repay you for the favour." She shouldered the poster tube and turned to the jet, attitude earnest. "Wing. Thank you for coming, too. Means we can be a bit surer of keeping a cap on this... and a lot to me, too."

"Soundwave," he says with a nod. It's a greeting, an he even manages a very small smile for the younger bot.

He shifted to a knee so as not to loom over Sam. "You know I'll always have your back, Sam. I do wish there was another way."

He looks ashamed, actually, just kind of looking at everything but Wing. This is embarrassing, he doesn't want to do this with Wing watching, not after what everyone... called his little ability.

"Yeah... Yeah okay uh... so.. lets just get this over with."

"I know. And, yeah, I know. But this is the best shot I'm going to get at shutting this business down, and it just can't go on. I could keep calling for an escort, but I shouldn't have to. It's not right, not fair. Not for me, or for you, or for anybody else agreeing to be an emergency contact because every time I'm out in the open? That's much too much... and I am not going to live worriedly watching the sky." Sam turned her attention to Soundwave, serious expression softening a little. He sounded understandably uncomfortable, unsure, and his aura didn't just echo that---it advertised it. "Getting it over with sounds good."

The sooner, the better.

"We wanting to walk, or...?"

Wing can see how uncomfortable Soundwave suddenly is. He’ll give the bot’s shoulder a soft squeeze. Don’t worry, he’s not mad at you and won’t hate you for this.

“I know, Sam, I understand and agree....I just wish I could think of another way.”

At the question he shifts and offers her his hand. “Walk, or I can carry you. Whatever you feel would be best.”

If Jadewing knew this Soundwave, he wouldn't be too pleased about what he'd had to do to help Sam. Hence why Jadewing was coming to see him. Because the best way he knew to handle someone being upset was to take them out and get them completely cratered. After all, it was hard to be upset when you were so over-energized you forgot what planet you were on.

Edited 2015-07-20 05:12 (UTC)

And he was sorely in need of it. Not that it'd be too hard to get into his apartment. Soundwave was sitting a a work bench, pieces of a drone he was modding in front of him. His skinny fingers idly picked at it, optics almost vacant and dim.

Not doing well, and the silent, brooding, hunched look of him seemed to just make the usually gangly, awkward frame more jagged and alien and unwelcoming.

He flinched a little when he heard someone come in, jerking his head up sharply.

"Oh.... hey."

The silent and brooding reminded Jadewing of his own universe's Soundwave, oddly enough. The hunch was totally this Soundwave's though.

"Hey yourself," Jadewing said unusually gently as he approached the workbench. "You look like you've had one of those days." Not that Jadewing didn't know the gist of it already, but there were formalities to be observed.

He rested a hand lightly on Soundwave's skinny shoulder. "Wanna get a few cubes of high grade?", he asked. "You look like you could use 'em."

The mask, at the very least, was off, sitting on the table a small distance from him. It showed he had an emotion in him, rather than a blank expanse, and he looked deeply troubled.

"I... Yeah. Yeah it... it was." Close as he could get to it anyway. Formality or not, it felt nice enough.

It was achingly clear he was young, the only marks on that face being a few odd metallic markings or imperfections vaguely reminiscent of freckles. His optics were still downcast at the table though.

"Maybe. I mean... I mean it's better than staying in here, I guess."

It was so strange to see Soundwave without his facemask. Even stranger to see what lay beneath it. Used to Megatron's unflappable blue lieutenant, it was hard to imagine that Soundwave had ever been young. His own universe's Soundwave was as old as his commander, silent and stoic as Starscream had been loud and brash. Cold, mysterious, and solidly built.

Jadewing was starting to understand just how much this Soundwave was the opposite of the one he knew. A scrawny, awkward tangle of parts. Young too, which explained some of the awkwardness. Clearly he hadn't quite grown into his wings yet.

"It generally is," he said. "Especially when the high-grade's good." The hand on Soundwave's shoulder shifted, slipping partway under one arm and gently tugging him up. "Come on, winglet," he said. "The world'll look better after a few cubes. You'll see."

Right out of the Academy. There was no denying he was intelligent. Just... not emotionally so. Unlike his counterpart, who was eons older.

There was even a stupid gap between his denta in the front. Explained the slight whistle when he talked.

"Yeah." He still didn't sound entirely convinced, but at least he was getting up, and getting his mask back on. Oops, couldn't forget that, could we.

"Maybe after a lot."

That did explain it. Jadewing had almost thought he'd been imagining the slight whistle, or that it was simply part of Soundwave's vocal modulation. Guess he knew better now.

And actually they probably could have left the mask behind, given that it'd likely have to come off to drink anyway. But if Soundwave felt more comfortable with it on for now, Jade was hardly one to judge.

"That is the general idea of these excursions, yeah," Jadewing said as he began to lead Soundwave out. "It's every mech's Primus-given right to go get totally cratered once in awhile. Or something like that."

Plus getting overcharged out of one's processor was a perfect excuse for giving vent to feelings, good and bad without too many consequences. Which was likely as not to happen once the winglet got a few cubes in him.

He felt better with the mask for now. He was used to getting jokes about his age without it. As long as it was on he had no age.

It'd come off at the bar, but he just felt a little more confident with it for now.

He just nodded dumbly, firing up his ground bridge program. Hey, he knew where the bar was, and he was never in a mood to just walk there. Wasn't much in the mood for flying either, honestly, even with the massive balcony attached to him room. Didn't seem right to call it being lazy.

Just depressed.

Jadewing paused and allowed Soundwave to bridge them there. Much as he loved flying, the kid was in no shape for it just then. Not that either of them would probably be in shape for it on the way back, but Jadewing internally vowed to retain enough of his wits to discourage Soundwave from trying this on the way back either. No one wanted a repeat of what had become known as the Tree Incident, in which Skywarp had proved the dangers of over-energized teleporting.

In short order, they were standing outside the bar, then heading inside. There were a few other patrons around, but Jadewing paid them no mind as they headed for a booth in a semi-concealed corner. He figured Soundwave would want at least a little privacy. "Anything int particular you want?", Jadewing asked as Soundwave got himself seated. "Or just 'something strong'?"

He might just try to do it anyway, if he was awake enough to do it. Not that they wouldn't end up somewhere awful, like on the moon or in the center of the miasma. Might want to confiscate the mask so he can't pull that garbage.

He just slides into a seat, thin fingers drumming on the table.

"Just... yeah that. Something strong."

Definitely confiscating the mask as soon as Soundwave was too over-energized to notice. He'd thank Jadewing for it later.

"Right," Jadewing said. "Be right back." Jadewing headed over to the bar to place their order. Several rounds of highgrade for the both of them, though his weren't quite as strong as Soundwave's. One of them had to keep some semblance of control, after all.

He returned to the table with a loaded tray and set Soundwave's highgrade down in front of him; it glowed a bright electric blue, shot through with other rainbow colors when the liquid within shifted, evidence of its strength. Before sitting down with his own. He raised his first one in a toast. "Here's to forgetting about slag for awhile," he said

Small mercy, he took it off before Jadewing got back, set off to the side as those wide blue optics stared down at the table. Just didn't fit the Soundwave mold with that look on his face.

He barely looked at his drink, just grabbed it and tossed it back. Of course, he was no seasoned, hard drinker, he gagged and sputtered, shuddered and relaxed again. Like any proper teetotaler would.

"I don't think I'll be able to."

Nope, didn't fit the Soundwave mold at all. And Jadewing still wasn't sure what he thought about that.

Not that it mattered at the moment. Despite the situation, Jadewing couldn't help a slight snerk at Soundwave's reaction to the high grade. "Drink it slower," he advised. "You can't chug this stuff like your morning ration." Jadewing sipped his by way of demonstration. It was a big sip, true, but he didn't down the whole cube in one go.

"You'd be surprised," he replied. "Get enough of that stuff in you and you might just forget what planet you're on."

Probably better this way, other Soundwave probably looked spooky as hell under his mask.

He just coughed, venting for a moment, before taking another and trying to slow down a little more with it. He still choked. Just not as much. Still had to try and look tougher than he was, he heard all the stories about how he was apparently supposed to be.

"How many does it take?"

"Depends," Jadewing said, taking another sip of his own drink. "You obviously don't have much of a tolerance built up, so that'll factor in. Size is a factor too, as is design and what kind of mods a mech has. With that ground bridge tech of yours, your systems have to be designed to channel a lot of energy safely."

"Without those mods, I'd be able to drink you under the table no problem," he said. "With them though, I'd guess your tolerance might be fairly close to mine. So, a fair number, probably. I'd give you a more exact estimate, but I always lose count."

"We've got all night to find out, though," he said.

Well no, he'd never been drinking before ever, save for one day. He didn't really drink with the soldiers on the ship either, because that meant taking off the mask and admitting he was probably younger than all of them. So it wasn't a surprise that he hadn't been downing this often.

Well, at least he wouldn't pass out first right? "I guess. At least I'm not gonna fall over first." He hoped. He took another sip of his drink, his optics a little overly bright.

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No wonder I didn't see this, I forgot to track the thread. /facepalm

GUESS WHAT I DIDN'T TRACK

BACK ON TRACK also my aunties all say hi

Hi aunties! *late*

A little while afterwards...

OOPS I MISSED THIS

BETTER LATE THAN NEVER <3

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Hi aunties! late