re_alignment_logs | [OPEN] drink yourself dead

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[OPEN] drink yourself dead

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: The bar.
WHEN After that big news about Unicron coming is dropped. What fun.
WHAT: Everyone's doomed. We're all gonna die. Why not drink until you can't remember that fact!
WARNINGS: None?

[Well this was it. This was the end of everything, and of course he'd end up back just to see it. What could any of them do against someone like Unicron? Unicron was the reason he ate people, and that hadn't even been on purpose! Yeah, there was nothing any of them would be able to do... And that wasn't even thinking about how his glyph had been acting odd and making him feel a bit off. He'd just stick inside the bar, making drinks until they all died. Not like he'd be much help anywhere else. Maybe it would get his mind off the incoming doom.

Probably not though.]

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[well Drift WAS on his way out, but the CHIN caught his eye. He paused next to Sentinel's table and picked up one of the datapads (because apparently he was a smidge on the tipsy side and forgot what manners were), squinting at it.]

...Isn't this pornography?

[Sentinel what are you reading.]

What? No! Why would I be reading pornography at a time like this?!

[it's just a colour listing that slipped into his pile, really.]

[Drift holds it up with both hands and just stares at it. his optics aren't focusing very good okay it's all the high grade]

What're you doing in a bar at a time like this?

[Yeah like Drift has room to talk.]

I have it on good authority Unicron doesn't like the decor in this bar and won't come anywhere near it.

[look at his goddamn face, drift.]

What do you think?

[Drift just looks at him. Stares at him. For probably longer than he should be.]

Oh. You're being a smartass.

[Good job DrunkDrift you solved the puzzle. well guess what Sentinel you just scored yourself a booth buddy, Drift's scooting right on in next to you. Even though there's an empty seat across from Sentinel. Don't question it.]

Whatcha doin'?

[uuuuuuuuugh

he shifts over and spreads his legs a little wider so drift can't get too close. like one of those assholes on the subway.]

Just-- reading up about him. Trying to get some ideas of how to not end up a smear on the bottom of his foot.

[Dude drift will find a way to fit his booty from hell into this bench JUST WATCH.

Drift tosses the datapad onto the table and picks up a different one. An actually maybe helpful one.]

Have you found anything yet?

[He probably sounded worried. No, he totally sounded worried, and wasn't quite sober enough to completely mask it with his goofy hippie confidence.]

[sentinel catches that worry and honestly? he's terrified of unicron himself. like drift (when he's sober), sentinel would also mask it under his overbearing personality.

unfortunately, he's fucking awful at hiding his emotions.]

Of course! So... much. About his abilities! He sure does like. Destroying planets. Haha. Ha.

[looool these two assholes]

Yeah, that's... um.

He's not like, some kind of ridiculous spiritual entity, right? I mean, he has a physical body, we can probably get inside him and... and I don't know. Stab him in the brain? Blow his spark up? I mean, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Right?

[COME ON MAN WE CAN DO IT]

Blow it up with what? I can't imagine anything we could do that wouldn't end in half the planet being destroyed with him. Which is. Counter productive, to say the least.

[DESPAAIIIIR, sentinel rubs his face with both hands and reaches for another cube.]

Okay, forget the blowing up. Maybe all we have to do is sever his brain module. Kinda hard to focus on eating a planet when you can't think, right?

[You know what Drift's going to help himself to one of those cubes today is the worst day]

...Have you any idea what the First Forged have planned?

[a long sip.] I mean, they mentioned using our abilities but I've been here a year and all my stupid glyph has done is turn into a night light so. Frag 'em.

This is the first I've even heard from them. I don't know if my glyph's even changed at all.

[WELL Drift's cube is already empty he ain't even taking it slow FUCK IT.]

Probably hasn't unless you're-- I dunno. Make a sacrifice to them or something.

[wow he didn't expect that from a HIPPY]

[His glyph's gotten brighter but HONESTLY Drift didn't even notice. Way to pay attention HIPPY.]

I think I'm more concerned with making sure people survive all this than the state of my glyph.

I heard death wasn't permanent, you know.

Oh good, we'll come back to life and then float around in space because some giant spawn of a glitch slag sucker decided to eat the planet.

[wow drift language]

Yaaay!

[it's small and there's no enthusiasm in it, obviously.] I bet what we need isn't even here. This seems like the sort of thing you'd throw the Allspark at and pray for it to do the job for you.

[Drift groans and just buries his face in his hands uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.]

This is like, an Optimus Prime level problem. Why don't we have any Optimus Primes laying around? How is it we had like, thirty seven Starscreams and Ratchets and not one Optimus Prime?

[FFFFFFFFF ALTERNATE UNIVERSES]

What the frag could someone like him even do? Yell at it? Maybe fail to throw his axe high enough to scratch one of those hand-things?

I don't know, maybe use the Matrix somehow? I mean, I don't know what your Optimus is like, obviously but... The one I know, I bet he could have done something. At the very least we would have gotten an inspiring speech by now. "'Til all are one", that's how it would have ended. All the really good ones ended like that. Rodimus, though. he was always over doing it...

[wow what a weird time to start feeling homesick. Drift clumsily reaches for another cube. stop him sentinel he's drunk and rambling ughhhh]

He's-- not like that. I don't think we have a Matrix.

[oh gross why is sentinel feeling homesick for his optimus ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING.]

...They do have an affinity for overly long speeches though, don't they?

[BLUGH EW FEELINGS actually drift likes feelings no blugh ew on his end]

I admit, I kind of liked the speeches. They didn't usually drag on too long, and he always knew exactly what to say to get everyone's sparks in the right place.

[ho ho Drift sips at his cube thoughtfully.]

You know who else was really good with his words? Megatron. Horrible person, obviously, but I have to give him credit where it's due. That guy could work a crowd.

I think if you met the Optimus I know, you wouldn't be saying he knew exactly what to say.

[he takes another drink, shrugs.] I never did like that 'Autobot machine' speech. Probably because half of it is telling you you're a cog.

Sounds like he was going for like, a teamwork thing? I don't know, I'd have to hear it.

OH TOTALLY

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