It's the Wreck-Gar Show, with our very special guest... (open)

[idle_time]

WHO: Wreck-Gar and whoever shows up
WHERE: Solian temple
WHEN now
WHAT: Wreck-Gar returns to the temple with entertainment!
WARNINGS: Excessive tv talk?

It was, with a giddy laugh, that Wreck-Gar returned to the Solian Temple, having just come from the Junkpile.  In addition to all kinds of useful little bits of discarded trash, he had found something worth finding.  A television.  It didn't look like it would pick up anything, but it did look like it came with a video player.  And that was when he'd also found a virtual smorgasbord of videos.  It was like a gift from above.

Of course, such a gift had to be shared.  So Wreck-Gar found a good spot to set the TV up, where plenty of people could gather.  He took a long look at the power cable before removing something from his insides and ramming the plug into that.  The TV started up.

Carefully, he selected one of the videos and pushed it into the machine.  In a moment, familiar band strains of music started up, following by the appearance of a green felt puppet on the screen.

"It's the Muppet Show!  With out very special guest....  ALICE COOPER!   YAAAAAAAY!"

Wreck-Gar clapped with glee as the show started up. 

Comments

my turn to fail. ;_; sorry guys.

[schrodingersbot]

Perceptor peeks around Wreck-Gar and finally spots the television. "Oh! I recall this episode! For all his outward appearance and seeming endorsement of subversive culture, he is quite an articulate and educated individual."

Perceptor grins and joins them, settling on Wreck-Gar's other side. "Thank you Springer, Wreck-Gar."

The laugh track on the TV catches his attention for a moment, causing him to grin, before he turns back to his compatriots. "As I was saying, during my time in the Deadzone universe, I developed an interest in compounding alternate fuels, with a specialization in high-grades and effervescents."

Yup. Perceptor became a mixologist and a soda-jerk. Cybertronian style.

"Once I have rebuilt a distillation apparatus, if you find that the drinking establishment which is currently under construction lacks your perferred libation, please do not hesitate to come to me with your requests."

[wreckandrotors]

"Me?" This calls for another swig. "Last thing I remember was Perceptor launching that power core into space, with that Dweller thing on it. Before that?" A shrug. "Tentacles. And being really hungry. for brains."

"Hey, Perceptor." Because knowledge is always good. "Know a good, you know...chick drink?"

Uh, not for him. He's planning ahead.

[idle_time]

He grinned and raised his drink. "To Energon! The cause of--and solution to--all of life's problems!"

Wreck-Gar turned to look at Springer. He understood where this was going!

" Is she a 'goer'? Nudge-nudge - know what I mean?"

[schrodingersbot]

Definitely beyond Perceptor's timeframe.

"A 'chick drink'?" he queries. Oh! Such as what Holi might request for Clipper. "Yes, actually, I believe that I do. I could formulate a small batch for you if you would like, Springer?"

He grins as he peers around Wreck-Gar, obviously understanding the intent. Well, this is Springer, after all.

[wreckandrotors]

"Started wars, and begun friendships," Springer said raising the flask in a toast, before handing it over to Perceptor.

"Your best chick drink. Something classy. And maybe, you know, with bit of pizzazz." He's got a classy lady he's trying to woo.

"Hey hey now!" He turns back to Wreck-Gar, mock-offended. And then grinned. "Well, not yet. But a mech can hope." And he does.

[idle_time]

"He transforms into a car and a helicopter. Sharkticons have a week devoted to him. He has a gun... that shoot tornadoes. He is... the Springiest Autobot on the planet. He doesn't always drink energon, but when he does, he reaches for the good stuff."

He frowned. "Think Nancy's replaced me with a new Junkion of the week?"

out of scene

[schrodingersbot]

Perceptor tries valiantly to think of an appropriate toast, or even any toast at all. Nothing comes to him, though, so he merely bobs his head in a nod of agreement before having a drink. It's a bit more potent than he'd been expecting; he manages, barely, not to splutter, but it's a near thing.

Junkion hooch. That should put hair on one's carburetor.

"Effervescent with a bit of sparkle?" he manages to husk out as he passes the flask back to Wreck-Gar. "Any color requests?" To coordinate with the lady-bot in question, after all.

"As neither of you recall me having gone missing at the point when I last remember being 'home', it should be safe to posit that time does not pass for those we left behind as it does for us here."

He hopes. But now, he can't help but wonder what *his* Drift is doing now?

Fortunately, Springer's request has seized his processor; he mutters a few formulae to himself, before withdrawing a datapad and stylus from subspace. A few scribbled calculations later, he rises.

"I shall construct my distillation apparatus, Springer. I should have your requested fuel within a few days." At that, he wanders off, still muttering and scribbling.