Meet and Greet and Everything Else

[vandalization]

Who: Anyone near the Rec Center/Bar
Where: Haven's Hub and Rec Center
When: The first week of November
What: This is the general meet and greet for Glyphless as Wing and Drift invited everyone to the bar for some R&R, shelter, fuel and medical attention.
Warnings: None at the moment!

Tag in your own threads and tag anyone else you want to meet! Anyone is welcome, not just Glyphless.



Well it certainly is buzzing with activity, the new surge of glyphless wanderers has certainly made work, but it's not too gloom and doom. People are getting fed, and getting repairs if needed. And spirits seem decent if not a little tense for obvious reasons.

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[treacherous_widow]

"Who says I'm looking. Parties aren't exactly spider friendly."

She glances from him to the rest of the room and rolls all eight of her eyes. "Besides, I'm not one for drinking. Energon was something we conserved where I'm from."

[dinnerdate]

"You, uh, wouldn't happen to know Airachnid would you?" Because scrap those legs, the whole spider thing. Seemed like they'd know each other, even with the size difference. And if that was the case, he'd need to be careful. Especially if he wanted to have a good looking corpse in case he died.

Hopefully that death wouldn't happen here, but he's always had unfortunate luck, it would be likely to happen.

"Energon's not that great anyway... And the good stuff you really have to know how to prepare." Which most didn't.

[treacherous_widow]

"Sorry, the name doesn't ring any bells." She shifts a bit before finally just dropping to the floor. On the way down she shifts into her bot form and looks back up at him. "What do you mean the 'good stuff'?"

As far as she was aware, Blackarachnia was the only spider in this place. If there was another, she'd love to get the scoop on them. "So who's Airachnid?"

[dinnerdate]

Dead End relaxes just slightly, although he does press himself back against the wall as much as he can when she drops down. Alright, no Airachnid to possibly deal with. Good, that was good. Now if that luck just holds out.

"High grade, the kind only a good bartender can provide."

Oh. Oh she wants to know about Airachnid. Oh...

"A Decepticon, real nasty. You hear horror stories about her hunting down bots and ripping them apart."

[treacherous_widow]

"Sounds like a certain crab I know back home."

Which didn't put her at ease at all considering that crab was Rampage. Judging by what this bot said, she may want to avoid the other spider for her own safety for now.

"High grade huh? I may just have to try it sometime."

[dinnerdate]

"A crab?"

Never heard of anyone like that before, but there were many universes here so it made sense. Dead End wasn't about to put too much thought into it, other things to focus on. Worry about.

He nods, "Yeah. You should go try some."

Not that he was trying to get rid of her or anything. Maybe.

"It's pretty good."

Power cores were better, but well, it's not best to broadcast that you eat other bots.

[treacherous_widow]

"Yeah, you know underwater creatures with tons of attitude?"

She shrugged. If he didn't know what she was talking about then that was his loss. Blackarachnia had better things to do then educating bots on Earth's wildlife.

"They're serving it at the bar here right? I wonder if they'll have a glass in my size."

Since, well... she was smaller than most of the bots here by.. a lot.

[dinnerdate]

"Never seen one."

Of course he'd also never been to Earth, so that would probably be why. His knowledge on the things there were very limited at best.

"Wouldn't be a bar if they weren't."

High grade was a main feature at those.

"...They might. You aren't the only small bot around."

And there were those humans too, if the place was working to be welcoming to everyone then they had to have smaller glasses. Probably. If they'd managed to find any.

[treacherous_widow]

"I'm not? Who are the others that are my size?"

[dinnerdate]

Dead End takes a moment to think, make sure he's getting names a altmodes right. Or as right as he can remember. He wasn't the kind of mech that paid close attention to who made posts and when, and who everyone was that was stuck on this young Cybertron.

He wasn't very social and survival was more important than trying to be.

"There's that Jaguar bot... and the Wasp one? Bee? I think. There's also humans, so they have to have small stuff, right?"

[treacherous_widow]

"...Waspinator. So the buzz bot hasn't gotten himself blow up yet huh?"

The Jaguar bot wasn't ringing any bells for her right now. But, if the moronic wasp was here, she'd at least have a little entertainment if he ever showed his face.

[dinnerdate]

"Yeah, I think that's his name... You know him?"

Well that's something, maybe it'll convince her that there's possibly things her size and he'll be left alone to brood. Then again his luck isn't that good.

[treacherous_widow]

"You could say that. We were on the same side in our universe."

And hardly friends. The bug was more of an annoyance then anything else.