kismet_loop_logs | Another piece of the puzzle [Open]

Breakdown needs a break, and where is the best place to go for a break? Your Place, the bar, of course. And so Devi would get to see a bot taller and certainly wider then Wing step into the place. And to add to the oddity? One eye is covered by a metal patch. With a vent that sounds so much like a sigh, he plops onto a giant stool and orders some high-grade with a couple additives

Her boots dropped off the table at the sound of someone coming in and she, and her drink, got up to go and lean on the railing that looked out over the large bot sized bar. Silence was the best she had right now, followed by a drink, and all in sheer awe of the size of these guys.

The eye patch was noticed and a note to question it filed, but Devi waited until the bot had his.. order before speaking up.

"Hard day?"

Was that to him? Breakdown looked around and spotted a human femme he’d not seen before. He leaned back on the bar, taking a drink of the glowing pink liquid handed to him. “Long day. New around here, or just not on the network much?”

"New..." She shrugged a second later with a little huff of a smile. "And inattentive, I'll have to keep an ear out. I'm still exploring my new cage here... What's that?"

The question came with a little gesture towards his drink. She figured mechs 'drinking' would be.. oil, or gasoline. Neither of which is hot pink.

“Heh, cage is right,” he kind of mutters it to himself, but she’ll likely still hear.

“It’s energon. Liquid energy basically.” He takes another swallow of the stuff. “All of us bots here run on it, and those that don’t get upgrades when they arrive.

She did and she tilted her head in response, watching the consumption. Things still weren't translating in her head normally and each idea had to be twisted around the Bot's existance.

"Looks like space age highlighter ink, if ya ask me. I'd ask why it was a long day too, but I'm not sure if I wanna know what you guys do to pass your time." She stepped up and over the railing so she could sit on the edge with her feet dangling.

He shrugs. “I help out at the hospital.” He’s a nurse...basically. “Not a bad day, just a long one. You’re new here, right?”

He shifted closer, coming to lean a shoulder against the balcony so they could talk more comfortably. He, of course, makes sure she’s to his left, since...right eye covered with metal patch and all.

Hospital has her eyebrows rising - was that a hospital for the Mechs or for everyone else? There was still a lot to be learned about the remains of the Cybertronian society.

"Yeah, few days fresh," she says, absent tone still taking on the note of distracted curiosity. "I've only just got to starting to look around - this place came highly recommended." It was nice to get a chance to study the large face up close. "What kind of work do you do at the hospital?"

Both, though he stuck to working on other mechs.

"It's a good bar. There are a few others around, but none with the same variety." How much variety could there be in glowing pink stuff?!

"Medical assistant. My partner's a medic. Mostly been just the two of us until we got here."

Was there label brand Sludgo they could get instead?!

"I'll keep that in mind. This doesn't seem like a place that suffers a lot of.. injuries.. I mean I heard about the Miasma but.. I guess I don't know much about what kind of job opportunities there are here... Having a mostly whole planet and all."

Who knows? ~~Maybe check the warehouse.~~

He makes a bit of a face. “Guess it just depends what the Miasma tosses at us at any given times. Sometimes it’s nothing, sometimes it’s strange, and sometimes it’s dangerous.”

"A jack of all trades fuckary mist.. Well, it's new at least. Better then constant chaos at the fringes, eh?" She grinned. She could handle this place.

"It's probably terrible of me to be excited for the next showing."

“Something like that. And it is chaos at the fringes, but at least it doesn’t...usually come into the city.”

He laughed, not surprised by her reaction. “I can understand that. Sounds kinda crazy, right? But interesting. You’ll see. Sometime something will happen.”

"That just sounds ominous," she laughed. "Last place I was at was surrounded by chaotic wastelands, though it never came into town to say hello, so I'm lookin' forward to it. Course, last place I was at wasn't a whole planetoid either, so.."

She shrugged and took a pull from her drink, still wholly amused at all of this.

He grunts. “It’s...different; as I said, chaos. Sometimes just annoying, sometimes dangerous. Been around a few months now and...let’s see...impossible rainbows with trapped treasures at the end.” Have an amused lopsided grin at that. “People ending up with animal ears and tails, ghosts wanting things from people, and explosions following people around the city. Those are some of the more...memorable happenings.”

Green eyes blinked wide and she whistled softly.

"Animorphs, eat your heart out. I don't wanna assume and sorry if it's rude but.. Everyone who is a Mech around here.. you're all Cybertronian, right? I don't want to wear myself out on a question that applies to a lotta bodies."

He grunts a soft laughs. "Not rude. And not all. Most of us are Cybertronian, but I know at least one here is from Earth, human built."

"And the human built one is sentient like the rest of you?"

"Yeah. His name's Gunmax, I think he's on the police force." He shrugs. It's been a while since he's seen the bot. He should probably drag the guy out for drinks again sometime.

"Police force?" Mark her wary. "Is that for serving and protecting the people from criminals, or just the offhand disaster?"

“Both. Lot of people here, not everyone friendly, ya know? But they’re also here to help out when the Miasma tosses crazy scrap at us. Why? You seem unsettled about that.”

Something about the police you don’t like, or just the implications of the need for one? Makes him wonder.

"Yeah well, in my experience, Cops are never what they're chalked and pumped up to be. Too many politics and twisted perceptions of the 'law' to better further the movements of the government to oppress or otherwise delude the public into a herd of consumer whore sheep." Guess who had problems with not only authority but also 'The Man.'

"Last place I was at, the 'cops' was this little green alien kid screaming about his need for tacos and world domination. Faith is something I'm afraid I'm happily lacking."

He chuckles, taking another drink. “You’ll like this place then, there are no particular laws aside from the ‘be nice’ sort of thing, and no government. The “police force” is literally a group of do-gooder’s out to keep the peace and protect the city.”

He gestures, just talking with his hands a bit. “Though a little alien screaming about tacos does sound entertaining.”

'The other creatures that inhabited Haven' seemed to include only a few recently-deposited humans, but one wandered in, ordered, and, while waiting, happened to spot Devi up at the Loft.

"Hello, you!"

Devi glanced down and did a double take on the woman below with the familiar face, smirking as she dropped her feet off the table she was sitting at to push to her feet.

"Hello yourself!" she says, after reaching and leaning on the railing. "You here for the bar grub or the alcohol?"

"Former! Gimme tw---no, more like four shakes and I'll be up to join you, spare this place the shoutin'!" Sam grinned, shrugging up at Devi. 'Two shakes' couldn't quite cut it---the service was fast, but her order would take some time to assemble, and she was used to poking fun at her own pace. "You in for one, the other, or both, or what?"

"We talking lambs tails or llama tails?" she asked, grinning back. "I'm here for the liquid bread, yeah, though I gotta say I have seen worse looking pub menus. C'mon up, there's plenty of room!"

Room and then some. "The service doesn't deliver down here?"

"I think the farm's got both. You been, yet? It's worth checking out!" Sam began to nod acknowledgement---she'd seen worse as well---but stopped to shake her head before actually answering the last question.

"It does, but this? A matter of minutes, at most. The Bloody Masterpiece I mentioned? Made me want one." She laughed, shrugging again. 'At most,' wasn't uncalled for---even as she spoke, the Masterpiece came together on the other side of the counter, itty bitty burger skewered and set last. Sam thanked the keep, took the glass, and started for the Loft, limping a little but unbothered all the same. "You see why I said one makes a light lunch? Cut the booze out and you come close to having a glass of gazpacho. Pretty sure all the ingredients are in it. Somewhere."

"The farm?" Devi asks, eyebrows lifting. Kinda took the starch outta the joke if they had a real farm. "No, but I'll check it out."

The 'Masterpiece' made her eyes go wide. "Sweet Jezzus, that's a monster."

The limp was noted but wasn't going to be mentioned and Devi waited patiently for Sam to work her way up the stairs.

"That looks like something you serve drunk collage kids with fierce hangovers."

"The one and only, so far as I know." Sam continued to talk through her ascent. "All sorts of livestock, all sorts of crops, all produced for feeding the organic population of Haven. Like most public services, it's staffed by volunteers and I think some drones? And it's overseen by---get this---a little fairy lady. Her name is Irja and she's very nice."

The adept sat sat across from Devi, grinning as she lifted the celery from her glass and nipped off the end. "It's aptly named, is what it is. And just as fit for fierce hankerings... not that I've yet had occasion to test its restorative powers against my standing go-to."

That was something that Devi might have to go and check out. Sustained life that was out of the earth and not out of a box or a microwave was a rare treat to see.

"Fairies? In my experience, they can get kind of nasty, but I'm pretty aware of the fact that there's an untold amount of variations, so.."

Quirking a smile, she continued,"And I'll let you do the testing. I don't think Haven is ready for pirate songs."

"So... yeah. Between you and me, I may have had a moment where I remembered everything I'd read about fairy food and thought 'well, fuck,' though now I'll say with certainty that that was unwarranted. You'll have to tell me about your experience, sometime---if it's not too rude of me to insist?" She paused to crunch down the rest of the celery, consider her drink, find the straw that had been hidden among all of the edible additions, and sip at the Masterpiece.

"I'm more interested in the pirate songs than the testing."

"Not at all, but if you're insisting on pirate songs, someone else is footing the bill," she said with a laugh.

"I've never had the pleasure or displeasure of eating fairy food. Just the unfortunate experience of pissing off someone who's 3 inches high and turns into a.. 'dark' fairy for her temper." She raised her hands, fingers splayed into 'claws'. "It was kind cute until she started stabbing me with her needle sized tanto."

"That's fair and fine. Not like I'm in a rush, since for all the stuff I'm surprised we do have, ocean access isn't a thing. I'm... sort of embarrassed to say so, but I'm not even sure Cybertron has---had?---natural oceans. If it does or did, I'm not sure what would be in them. Something to ask about the next time I'm talking to a tall dude." The initial terraforming had to have been a hell of a job, regardless; the shock of newly-arrived Cybertronians made that much crystal clear.

"Mind if I ask where it was you met this someone? I wanna make a Cottingley crack, but I also don't want to be rude."

Devi looked a little let down by that, she had a fondness for the ocean and bodies of water, especially in these environments.

"That's a damn shame.... Though I bet their happy without the rust and damage that comes from salt water air. It'd do a hellva a job on them in a few ways after a while." And considering that Wing said he was 4 million years old, a while meant a lot to them.

"Nah, I don't care. I met her outside of a little village called Truce, in the Guardia forest. I don't know if the world had a name though, I never got around to asking but she seemed to be indigenous so I don't think anyone will run into too many of her kind." It was amazing to her, how off handedly she could talk about world hopping now. It was like talking about the shop down the road.

"This isn't your first time around the block either, right? Can I ask were you come from?"

With Devi's disappointment evident, Sam offered a sympathetic smile and what consolation she could, asserting, "It is, but for what it's worth? We have got some really nice riverside spots, and a big pond fit for swimming in. Pond's not far from the farm, either, so you could make an afternoon of it and go scrumping when you were hungry after swimming, if it can still count as scrumping when everything's free to take." Digressions, digressions.

"How many worlds have you been to?" The other girl's offhand air wasn't lost on the adept, who chuffed good-naturedly as she pulled another tidbit from her order. "It actually kind of is, but I have a high tolerance for weird, which also helped a lot in the initial adjustment. And you can feel free to ask away about anything! I'm from the Northwest Territories, originally. Yellowknife. Moved across Canada a couple of times, but before this? 'Sfar as I went."

"Hey, that sounds like it's worth plenty to me."

Devi nodded and busied herself with a sip while Sam spoke, crafted eyebrows arching a little in surprise at the answer. Sam had a comfort of her situation without that bothersome waver of unstable, narrower minds. It was refreshing.

It fell together that ... Sam was Canadian. Devi's lips quirked. Oh well, no offence meant to the upstanding janitorial staff of the Great White North at her earlier bit about their sports.

"Hellva place for the first stop." But it came with a lopsided, spreading smile. "An exact number would mean I kept count, but I can give you a ballpark figure at.." An eye narrowed in thought. "Nine? Ish? We'll go a solid between 8 and 10." Did Hell count as it's own world? Hmm.

"Time is fucked anyway, there's no point in keepin' count... says I who can't quite remember if I asked you before, How long have you been around? I dunno if it's the acclimation to weird, but not a lotta people settle as well as you seem to be."

"Good. Now I gotta hear what you have to say when you see how nice it is in person. Lemme know if you want a lift out, okay?" 'Worth plenty' was enough to prompt the offer---Devi seemed like she'd appreciate the sites, and the sights, for what they were. "Anytime. My ride fits two easy, and I know how it is getting around without wheels."

No offence meant? None taken.

"I know, right? From a parking lot in Manitoba to flat on my back on a street on the far side of space. And damn, man. No wonder you're as chill about it as you are! Where are you from? And time being fucked, I gotta ask, when? 2014, here. Came halfway through February, so now... Not exactly eight months." Sam brushed a hand over her hair, face falling into an expression of mild disbelief. "With that number out on the table, I could shit a brick, but would wager it's the acclimation to weird."

There was a knowing kind of vibe in the smirk she took as Sam talked about getting around and Devi nodded before breaking into a grin as the woman continued.

"2014?" Her eyebrows lifted a little and she laughed. "Oh, I'm always so glad to hear the human race survived another.. oh shit, 20 years. 20 years?" For all of Devi's acclimation to weird, and Sam was right, it was a proverbial ton, she hadn't really run across to many people that were from her kind of time line and for some reason, that 20 years hit her. She leaned back, a little wide eyed but glanced at her cup, huffed a 'Hmm' noise and took a drink.

Something else Devi was acclimated to was compartmentalizing. Aaaaaand done.

"Early 1994. San Jose, California. Well, I was born in Mexico but my parents immigrated. And eight months is nothing to laugh at, even standing next to 9 years. Surviving any amount of time is commendable."

"Forty years, at least. My roomie's 'present' is twenty years further from mine, so there's that---though the histories of our Earths differ a little. Is it San Francisco, San Fransokyo, or San 'something else' for you?" Sam grinned, honestly amused. "Inquiring minds need to know, especially as he's from California, too---it's gonna come up. Robot Space Satan seems to like you lot---or maybe it's the other guy, I dunno. I do know there's another dude from California. Cuts down on acclimation, I guess, though I'm telling you this perpetual summertime is something I like a lot."

Despite talking as much as she had, Sam had managed to put away most of the food garnishing her glass. She paused to pull the little burger from the stick supporting it, shrugging in concession. "Here, it hasn't been too difficult to do---but I've done it despite Dirge, which is a story in itself. We're in the perfect place for me to tell it, too, if you have half a mind to hear."

"Forty years," Devi echoed under her breath with an impressed little turn of her lips and a nod. Huffing a snort of amusement as Sam continued, she busied herself with a drink while the woman finished talking.

"I'm always interested in stories. I like seeing what other people's worlds and perspectives have to offer now that I know I'm not stuck with my own. But it's just San Francisco to me. We don't get as nearly worked up about it as people that live there," she said with a broad grin.

"And who's Robot Space Satan?" Because that just sounded... odd. And having met a Devil a few times, Devi's wary of what powers come with the title.

Nodding along as Devi spoke, Sam winced a little at the question and offered the other woman an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I should probably try to think of Unicron as Unicron instead of Robot Space Satan, but 'ancient evil robot space Satan' was how he was summarized for me when I first asked---and by one of the robots, too. I don't suppose you happened to hear much or anything about him since landing here...? I can tell you what I've been told, but I'm not exactly an authority." The skin-witch settled back in her seat, folding her hands on the tabletop.

"Dirge, however, I have had plenty of personal experience with. More than I'd wish on anybody else, to be blunt about it. He's the only person I'd warn you away from here. Giant teal robot, turns into a jet, greedy bastard, tried to murder me, didn't do so well."

"Unicron," she echoed, scoffing a soft laugh at the fact that one of the robots had said it. It did put some weight behind the statement.

"I haven't heard anything, but I'm definitely interested. That whole explanation gives me a whole lot of questions." She frowned a little, eyes widening under a pinching brow. "Please tell me someone made a Skynet joke. Why would he want to murder you though?"

Not to undermine what Sam may or may not be able to do, but Devi didn't get the feelings that humans would really scale that high on the list of concerns from a 30 foot tall robot.

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So sorry for being so slow, hon.

No problem at all, I saw your plurks, it's all kosher!

~<3

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life ate me >.>

it's okay!

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fff later than late and so sorry

/hands you the bumperstick and the t-shirt c:

\o/

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