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

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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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"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.

Yes, it's rather painfully obvious that Soundwave is not a regular drinker. Though Jade would be rather amused to note that the only two times it had happened so far had been with him.

"I dunno," Jadewing said. "With those spindly legs of yours, you might. Especially if you try to dance."

He had drank once, with his friends on Cybertron, to celebrate graduating. Never read minds while drunk, it starts fights.

"I can't dance anyway!" That actually made him chuckle a little, the sound almost like it was a surprise for even him to hear.

Jadewing snickered both at the statement and Soundwave's reaction to it as he finished his own first cube. "Heh, you'd be surprised at the kinds of stupid slag that starts seeming like a brilliant idea after a few too many," he said. "I can't sing either, but you're bound to learn a few Decepticon drinking songs before we're done here tonight. Course, whether you'll remember them tomorrow remains to be seen."

"Like overcharged mind reading?" Learned that one the hard way, didn't we, Soundwave? He finished the cube he had been working on, venting a deep sigh. Well, he could have more, they had all night after all.

"I don't know any I guess. So uh... It'll be a learning experience."

"That's a pretty unique one, but yeah, definitely qualifies," Jadewing said. "Over-charged teleporting is another one. Remind me to tell you about Skywarp and the Tree Incident sometime."

He took a sip of his second cube, smirking a bit. "Well, 'learning experience' is one way to put it," he said. "Should be interesting in any case."

"Haha, well... I did that once. It was pretty crazy, I wouldn't suggest it, I almost got my aft kicked." Breakdown thought it was funny as Hell, but Soundwave still thought that was the scariest moment of his life.

"Well what about overcharged groundbridges? That can't be as bad." Now he was nursing a third drink, optics blazing bright and his posture wavering.

"Well it'll teach me some songs, won't it?"

"Oh?", Jadewing asked. "Why's that? They notice you doing it? Or did you just happen to make the wrong comment to the wrong mech?"

"Wouldn't recommend overcharged groundbridging either," Jadewing said. "Basically anything that requires precision is a bad idea when over charged; we'll probably be lucky if we can walk straight by the time we're done here, never mind groundbridging."

"That it will," Jadewing said, smirk broadening as he sipped his cube. "Though a few of the might not be appropriate for mixed company."

"Someone was stealing from the bar and was thinking about it really loudly and I kinda... ratted him out. Like he was really big someone said he might have been a combiner or something and we all totally had to book it." NOT FUN.

Oh well, looks like he was walking back to his apartment. "I guess that means no flying either, huh."

"Well I'm a pretty good singer so it's not like it'll be bad. I can just autotune it to sound sweet."

"I don't know if a combiner would fit in a bar, unless yours are smaller than ours," Jadewing said. "Still yeeeeaah, I can see how that might start trouble. Not that the mech wasn't asking for some though, given what he was up to."

"We can use the city gates," he said. "They're only programmed for set locations, so no accidentally groundbridging ourselves to one of the moons."

Jadewing snickered, his own optics a bit brighter than normal thanks to the high grade. "Not sure if even autotune can help my singing voice," he said. "But somehow, I don't think either of us will care after a few more cubes."

"I've never actually seen a combiner... I think." So as far as he knew, maybe his were smaller. Oh well. "He was still huge, and he had a huge gun too."

True. They just had to walk to get there. "I guess we'll still be walking though."

Autotune fixes everything, Jadewing. Soundwave giggles a little, finishing his cube and going for another.

"I hope they don't throw us out."

"Yeah, getting out of there was probly a good idea then, if you were unarmed," he says. "No offence, but even if he hadn't been armed, you don't look like the kind of mech who'd last too long in a bar brawl."

"Don't see why they would," Jadewing said. "Unless we start breaking stuff or something."

He noticed Soundwave going for the last cube that he'd brought over and signaled the nearest server for another round. They were just getting started tonight.

"We were just dumb guys in the academy, so like... It's not like we had anything to fight with. I mean there was Shooter, he had uh like... um... like a null ray I think but like-" It's obvious the high grade is doing it's job at this point.

"I mean he didn't use it or anything."

He started on that last cube, snickering a little and fumbling with it.

"I liked Shooter. He was... you know he was really awesome, when the war came he sort of just became a neutral. You'd like... you'd think a guy named Shooter would be all about like... shooting and stuff but he just kinda liked target practice and showing off."

Jadewing snickered too. The story was more amusing that it probably would be normally, but that was part of the fun of being overenergized. "Heh... Pit of a lot of difference between target shooting and fighting, yeah," Jadewing said. "Asked me, yer friend Shooter was the smart one, gettin' out while the gettin' was good. No officers on his wings about every little thing, no going out and gettin' shot at all the fragging time..."

"That's what's so nice about this place," he said. "Even if I don't know what to do with myself half the time."

"I guess so... I mean like... like he never got shot at or nothing or captured or weird stuff, he just... flew off to... some other planet and hung out with everyone there... Lucky." He's out of cubes for the moment, so he sort of numbly plays with an empty one.

"It's so quiet here! Like... like before the war and everything is just... really chill and people aren't dying everywhere and stuff."

"Mmm...", Jadewing said as the serving bot brought their next round. He spared the mech a nod of thanks before snagging one of the new round of cubes for himself. "I was sparked during the war, so I'll have to take your word for that. Things were already pretty fragged up when I came online."

"Take it you're enjoyin' the peace and quiet?", he said. "At least during the few times you're not running your vocalizer and can appreciate it." He snickered at his own wisecrack as he took a sip from his new cube. The mech had brought them both the kind of strong stuff Soundwave had gotten this time. Oh well... was good anyway.

"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!"

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."

"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."

"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.

"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?"

"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?"

"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."

"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?"

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