Meet and Greet and Everything Else

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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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OHAYOOOO

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Ambulon takes a seat, sighing probably for the hundredth time that day. "Well, you and me both," he says, in regards to getting shitfaced. Not something he regularly partakes in, but given the past few days, who cares.

He idly scratches at his shoulder, which has molted most of the red and white. Ugly purple beneath. He doesn't care, really. "Things have been... Well, as you'd expect," he answers. He folds his hands together. "First that strange malaise that seemed to originate from the Badlands, then all these new, glyphless arrivals, hearing pretty much nothing from the Firstforged... And, of course, First Aid's murder." Ambulon pinches the bridge of his nose. "Sorry. This is an establishment for relaxation. But, how are you? First Aid... His death was hard on you." He looks the human straight in the eyes. "If you want to talk about it, I'm all audiols. Though I fear I'm not very good at the entire 'comforting' thing."

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"You deserve it." He'd probably been working the hardest, nonstop through the whole ordeal anyways.

"Jesus, Am. You're shedding. I can take some turpentine and a scraper to that you know, tale it right up. You have some nice looking color under that."

Ahh yes, the deadly seriousness that he carries. She's learned to expect it.

"It's been... yeah. I know what you mean. One thing after another."

She shakes her head.

"I'm fine. And yeah, it has been. He's probably one of my better friends here. Really pisses me off thinking of whatever scumbag could do that. They must be the worst kind of person." There's a little heat in her face as she says that, mouth drawing into a scowl briefly.

"Ah, thanks. You don't have to be good at it, the intent is enough sometimes."

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Vandal seriously doesn't give herself enough credit, really. Maybe he's just been working for the wrong people lately. (Pharma was not nearly as warm and friendly as this human.)

At her observation, he casually scratches the side of his neck. "Oh? It's nothing." He looks at his hand. A few chips. "Certainly not as bad as it was a few days ago... But I'm not concerned about how I look. I'll deal with it later."

Ambulon... frowns. Though he has worked with First Aid for some time, it's Vandal who seems to have built a stronger rapport. They weren't really friends, so much as colleagues. He's not jealous, though; happy for the nurse, in fact. He didn't really seem to have many people he could call friends.

Though, for a second, Ambulon wants to speak - he stops himself, jaw actuators clenching. He wants to tell Vandal about his suspicions with Pharma, his conversations with Blurr and Ultra Magnus, but this was neither the place nor the time. Besides, she was probably safer none-the-wiser.

That, and it's very easy for him to imagine Vandal hunting down Pharma with guns a-blazing. Maybe he's wrong and assuming too much of the human, buuuut...

Ambulon finally settles with, "We'll find them. They'll be brought to justice." His tanks churn. He looks at Vandal seriously. "Let's get trashed. ... It's 'trashed', right?"

Because fuck it.

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"Well regardless, if you're not thorough it's probably going to itch." She reaches over and pulls a flake of paint off.

The invitation to get 'trashed' earns a startled laugh. Hearing that from the usual voice of reason, Ambulon, is just a little amusing. Everyone needs to relax sometimes.

"Well okay then, and yes, you got it right."

She produces a small bottle of whiskey from seemingly nowhere (stowed in one of the many pouches on her suit and helps herself to Ambulon's lap. She's used to sitting on/in/around mechs these days, so it's second nature to her. The hum of their systems is a comfort.

no this is too cute i'm gonna explode

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Ambulon has his moments. Sometimes working with Pharma... Yeah.

"To perfect health," he says, and he's too bitter to care how that comes off. But before he can take a drink, there's... suddenly something in his lap. And it's Vandal. He looks down at her, surprised. For a moment, he wants to ask what she's doing, but, well, she's not bothering him. Ambulon instead just sits back, careful not to move enough to accidentally knock Vandal off, and begins the quest for inebriation with a hard, long swallow.

I dont even know what to do why cant I hold all this cute

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"To that!" She says casually, lifting her bottle and taking a longer drink than is necessary.

She's glad he doesn't mind. She simply curls there, getting comfortable and politely kicking off her shoes, remembering how Wing had fussed over that.

In a way, she enjoyed testing her physical boundaries with them. They rarely seemed to know what to do with her, and the bewilderment was just a tiny bit amusing.