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WHO: Soundwave, Classics!Cliffjumper, and Fortress Maximus
WHERE: Haven's Hub/Recreational Center
WHEN Sometime prior to Fort Max's ~~unsuccessful~~ visit to Rung.
WHAT: Soundwave is preparing the bar. Cliffjumper swings in for a visit. Fortress Maximus wants to check things out. It's a kerfluffle.
WARNINGS: Mild violence, Soundwave being a kicked puppy

"Can't just... get this right. Dude, c'mon!"

The construction's gone well, and as far as Soundwave's concerned? It's cozy as heck. With the help from McCrane, Wing, and everyone else, he's tried his best to make sure it suited a little bit of everyone. Human, Cybertronian, or whatever, he wants everyone possible to feel welcome to the place.

There's no reason anyone should feel excluded, as far as he's concerned. Although he might be able to name an A.I. or whatever, but for the most part...

Getting onto the tips of his feet, Soundwave is attempting to reach up and pin what looks like simple LED lights around the top of the wall, up by the ceiling. Not exactly working in his favor, which he finds weird because usually he never needs the extra boost up, or.

Or he he could have one of his tapes run up his arm and help pin something or Laserbeak could just fly up.

Ah. Yeah. Can't think about that right now. He's sorely been finding himself missing them more than usual.

"Smelt, c'mon...!"

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He can't decide whether to look or not as he pauses in the doorway, wondering if SOundwave will manage to pitch over like that. Of course, there's a wall in the way, but still.

"I'd help if I could, but considerin' I'm shorter than you, wouldn't be much of any help." Especially as he isn't small and light enough to offer the sort of help that one of Soundwave's tapes might have been able to do.

So instead he just goes and sits down, looking around...

"Should I find somethin' for you to stand on?" The place does look really nice, however.

The Decepticon glances over his shoulder towards the smaller mech, then lets out a small laugh. "Yeah, well, I 'preciate the offer anyhow, dude."

There's a small pause of consideration. Then, a snicker of amusement.

"Maybe. Orrrr, you can climb up my back and sit on' my shoulders so you could reach for me, Cliff."

He's not sure if he should take that seriously or not, so it takes a few moments as he glances from Soundwave, up to the wall, and back, before slowly shaking his helm with a grimace.

"You'd fall over!" And they'd look ridiculous, even if no one is around to see at the moment. "... Not sayin' I wouldn't do it, but I'm kinda sure we'd get wrongly balanced or something, and besides... wouldn't it be easier just gettin' a ladder?"

It's a really stupid suggestion, but considering who he's talking to... it's hard not to take it as a serious suggestion. And he can't believe he's gotten used enough to it to do so.

"Psh, you don't know that!"

Sure, they'd look silly, but as if that's ever stopped Soundwave from doing something. Something that seems absolutely brilliant at first and becomes utterly terrible later.

Still, Soundwave relents and just sighs a little dramatically. Looks like it's Cliffjumper's lucky day and Soundwave is going to be somewhat reasonable.

"All right, all right. Ladder's out in the back. There's a supplies closet. I'll sit tight, promise."

"Look, if you were Megatron's size, perhaps." It's hard not to grin, even as he's holding up a finger towards Soundwave and he can't say he isn't relieved Soundwave backed down. It wasn't as if he couldn't have picked him up if he wanted to insist.

Hopping of the chair he's parked himself on, Cliffjumper throws Soundwave a sloppy salute.

"See to it that ya do. Not that you'd do more than scuff somethin' if you tripped over from tryin' to get that up yourself, but it'd be worse if we both tried..." Giving Soundwave a mock wary stare, he wandered back out again to find said ladder.

Because surely Soundwave couldn't get in trouble in just a klik or so... Since usually that'd be Cliffjumper anyway.

"Dude, you can be suuuuch a funsucker!" The tone that Soundwave takes is jovial, though. His optics are bright and cheerful, gently poking fun at his friend.

The musician plops down into a chair and sits back. "All righty. Thanks, Cliffdude. I'll be right here waitin'."

In the meantime, he can get back to working on the music box. He's almost done repairing it...

A rec center wasn't exactly on the 'list of things Fortress Maximus expects to see anytime soon', but if they were building it...may as well come and take a peek, right?

Hell of a lot different from what he's used to, though. From Swerve's bar to...Garrus's break room (or what passed as one, before its fall - mostly a place for the guards to sit down, play a couple games of Fullstasis, maybe watch some vids), to...well, anything else, really.

Not that he's complaining, taking a look at it. Still in construction, obviously, but...not a bad place, here, from what he can tell.

There's a couple voices he can hear not too far away, but he doesn't pay them much mind. It's not as though he came here to socialize.

Sadly, expecting Soundwave to remain still for very long just isn't something that works out. Eventually, the Decepticon rises to his feet, needing to do something in order to keep himself preoccupied. Cliffjumper can take his time with the ladder.

Instead, Soundwave puts his attention to humming and sorting through a box of supplies. Various data discs, glasses for the bar.

Nothing particular.

He does pause, hearing heavy steps through the floor. He lifts his head and looks in general towards the noise curiously.

Fot Max vaguely recognizes the voices stopping and what seems like footsteps leaving, but other than registering it as someone going...

Well.

Nothing wrong with seeing what they were looking at, right?

Curiosity getting the better of him, he steps forwards, humming hitting his audials, but he turns the corner and-

"Ah."

He recognizes that mech.

Oh! He remembers this guy. Fortress Maximus always sort of seemed angry and annoyed and all, but that's not really bad. It just means more patience needs to be given than usual, is the way that Soundwave sees it.

So, instead of being frightened off or wary, Soundwave doesn't see an issue with approaching the much larger mech.

"Hey! Fortress Dude-imus! Welcome. Place ain't open yet, but I hope you'll be there when it does," is Soundwave's extremely warm welcome.

After all, even if it's received coldly, it just means he should keep trying.

Fortress Dude-imus.

Max's optics narrow, a scowl forming across his features. This- what the hell does this Con think he's trying to pull, here?

"Maybe not."

Not if he's the one running it. Slag him if he patronizes any kind of establishment run by a 'Con, even if there's...the hell they use for money around here, anyway?

all decepticons are evil [CLOSED]

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sorry i took so long to tag in u gaiz :[

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