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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[popculturecon]

"Haha so I'm older than you!" WINNER WINNER. Why was he still the winglet huh? Huh? He stifled a hiccup, fumbling with his drink before tossing it back.

"I don't... run it! Like... all crazy and stuff, I'm nice! People like me! Wing likes me he thinks I'm cool!"

[the_other_green_seeker]

You are a winglet as long as you continue to act like one. "Well that depends how long the war's been going in your un'verse," Jade said. "It's been about 9 million years on my end. I've been in it about 7 million or so."

"I like ya too, but you still run your vocalizer all the time," he said. "Not that I mind. R'minds me of a less crazy Cloudkicker. He'd jabber all the time about the stupidest fraggin' things. Even invented a game called 'Guess That Fish' to play when we were stuck on monitor duty."

[popculturecon]

"Oh... uh... four million... years. Uh..." Okay so shut up.

Well its... a lovable mouth running right? I mean like... like you like me and you're cool, and so does Wing, and... and Breakdown likes me, and so does Bumblebee, he likes me too. So that's... like... three Cybertronians who like me."

[the_other_green_seeker]

"Ha!", Jadewing said, grinning and slapping the table with a loud clank. "Told ya you were a winglet, winglet."

"Think that's four, acshully," he added taking a bigger swig from his own cube. Oh yeah, his optics were definitely brighter than normal now. "Or've you gotten to the point where ya can't count any more?" Jade was still grinning. If Soundwave was already that overenergize, they were on the right track.

[popculturecon]

"Nuh uh no w-*hic*way! I'm an ad... ddddst. I'm grown up. I win!" So much winning.

"No! I was... Counting I mean like... No!" He's not drunk you are. He angrily chugs another cube. "I'm basssicalllylily like... a computer. In my head. Just like... numbers all the time so like... Like I know numbers okay?"

[the_other_green_seeker]

"Pfft... you're so a winglet," Jadewing said. "Doesn't matter how old you are if ya still act like one."

"We're all computers in our heads, n'case you forgot," Jadewing said. "S'part of the whole mech-nicle life form thing. We're not all soft n' squishy like humans n' stuff." He pounded a fist on his chest a couple times to demonstrate how non-squishy he was before downing the rest of his cube.

"Aahhh...", he said, relishing the high grade. At least as much as he was capable of at the moment. "Good thing too. We were squishies we couldn't drink high-grade, an' that'd suck slag. 'M I right?"

[popculturecon]

"Megatron saaassys... I'm grown. So... so there!" ARE YOU GONNA ARGUE WITH MEGATRON.

"I mean like... a really smart... computer. Like a really smart one. Like a supers.. thing. Better than.. that really famous chess computer. Like that. I was at the top of my class on Cybertron! Like... full honors and... I coulda been a programmer or... or like a senator or a scientist or somethin'!"

"I think humans have somethin' like this stuff too. Can't remember what it is."

[the_other_green_seeker]

"Physically, maybe," Jadewing said. "Mentally yer still a winglet." YES HE WILL SINCE YOURS WOULDN'T BLAST HIM FOR IT.

"Pfft... why would you wanna be a senator? They were all glitch-heads from what I heard. Poles up their afts, all of 'em."

"Maybe... I dunno what it is either, though. But I bet high grade's better. 'Specially for getting you good n' cratered, m I right?"

[popculturecon]

"I'm really like so super smart? Like really... really???? Really smart? Like... you don't... even know how smart like... Like I am like I could have ran the academy if it... wasn't... boring." Or something.

"Well then like I could make laws like... no more castes and then Optronix never would have had a leg to stand on. Then everyone would be all 'wow senator Soundwave thank you for making everything suck less' and I'd be all 'yeah man that's cool I like making people happy' and then they'd make a statue of me."

"Yeah. This stuffs... good. For this."

[the_other_green_seeker]

Jadewing doesn't know what the other was talking about with castes. Maybe if he still remembers when sober, he'll ask about it.

"Nah... was probly like a rust infection er somethin'," he said. "Contagious stupidity. So don' be a senator or you'll catch glitch-head-itis too."

"Yeah... def'nitely good for gettin' cratered," he said. "Which r'minds me... said I'd teach you some songs din' I? Well less start with one called 'Whadda Ya Do With a Cratered Seeker?'"

"Oooohh.... What do we do with a cratered Seeker?
What do we do with a cratered Seeker?
What do we do with a cratered Seeker?
Early in the mornin~"

Jadewing's singing is rather off key, but the song is sung with gusto and a kind of abandon that he'd never show sober.

[[OOC: The original song for reference.]]