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

[10_20_15_5_50]

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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BACK ON TRACK also my aunties all say hi

[10_20_15_5_50]

"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...?"

Hi aunties! *late*

[knight_light]

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.”