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.

Comments

[forcowardice]

"Nah, I understand. Hell, I'm small in comparison to most Decepticons." His strength isn't in physical form, but in mind and wit, so really. He gets it.

It's odd having a smaller person look over him like this, but Fulcrum doesn't appear to be at all uncomfortable in her presence. The K-Class Decepticon just kind of watches her, tilting his head.

"Hey, hose is better than nothing." Fucked? That's an alien word to him. A negative connotation? "Uh. I turn into a bomb."

He pauses.

"I-I mean-- well, my explosive parts are gone, so I don't explode anymore, I promise."

[vandalization]

"Yeah. You're an unusual Decepticon, but it's kinda refreshing. I like how you're built. And really, great chin. Breathtaking."

She works through some minor patches, jiggling and loosening his joints and bend-points as she goes. She notices most Cybertronians seemed think it felt very nice, like a massage, and it make them more cooperative and receptive to minor repair work.

"A what?! Seriously? What the fuck? Why?"

[forcowardice]

"I'm told it's impressive," Fulcrum replies with a teasing grin. "But thanks. I didn't always have this frame type, though."

It's... alarmingly amazing how good that feels. He hasn't felt anyone work on him like this since. Um. Ever? Ever sounds right. Frag, Vandal knows what she's doing.

"Uh. It's a long story. Really, don't... don't worry about it."

[vandalization]

"It really is." She chuckles, "Yeah? Well I guess I imagine being a bomb would cut your life expectancy down a bit... but. What were you before?"

She manages to dislodge a large chunk of... something nasty. Gross.

"Well, I'd be interested to hear, but I understand if you're not comfortable talking about it." She gives his back a pat, deciding to rest something, reaching up and scratching just under his jaw.

[forcowardice]

"Nothing important now," is his dry response to her question. "Unless I decide to change my frame again? I don't see it mattering."

Oh. Well. That's intensely embarrassing. Fulcrum coughs.

"I guess that'd depend how familiar you are with the war." There's a pause, then he leans into the scratching there. Oh, that's... actually really nice. "Uh... yeah, don't stop that, please."

[vandalization]

"Fair enough."

There's a brief pause.

"Only enough to get by here. I try to stay out of faction relations. Spells trouble. Plus I've met decent Bots and Cons and everything in between."

Haha, success. So far it's worked on moooost of the Cybertronians she's gotten close enough to try it on. She scratches with a renewed vigor up under his (awesome) chin.

[forcowardice]

"Smart move. I know the war's over and all, but I know not everyone sees it that way. Seems like you've been taking good care of yourself, too, despite your size. If, uh. You don't mind my say so. That's not easy."

That's so relaxing. Fulcrum sighs and eases himself against the fingers scratching along the plating there.

"I was, um. An inmate at one of the Decepticon prisons. All inmates at that prison were reformatted into the K-Class -- a series of Decepticons meant for suicide bombings. They're kinda known for being fearless."

Not Fulcrum, though. Not that he needs to tell Vandal that right now.

[vandalization]

"Jeez, you poor thing. You seem way too softhearted for that kind of thing. Glad you managed to live through it. You belong behind a nice comfortable keypad if you ask me."

Definitely filing this away as proof it does work on four out of five bots.

"And yeah I mean I'm from a different universe and I'm a human so honestly this shit is all new to me. Not skin off my nose."

[forcowardice]

"Well, it wasn't like I had a choice, and it wasn't like I didn't believe in what we stood for. But I'm no fighter and you're right: I'm better off with a keypad and doing tech wrok."

...Wait a second. Skin? Human?

"Um. Sorry, I don't think I know what you are. Human? Is that some kind of synthetic?"

[vandalization]

Well. She just unclips her helmet and takes it off.

"No. I'm organic. You've probably never seen a human but..."

A shrug, nobody else has really found issue with it thus far. Sure some have been wary but she obviously isn't expecting any big reaction.