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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[wheeljackofalltrades]

"Well you know, we kinda had...history."

He's just gonna scoot closer. Yep, getting in that personal space bubble.

[dinnerdate]

Wheeljack what are you doing? He's sitting beside you, that should be enough, no scooting closer required.

"Had."

The main word there. Before the war, no longer the case now.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

"All of a sudden, it doesn't exist?"

Nope, he's not backing down now. He gives another light nudge.

[dinnerdate]

"Never said it didn't exist."

No, he remembers those days well. It was nice back then, but that's not the point here.

Dead End's wings twitch as he shifts over a little more, put a little space between them without falling out of his seat.

"Just saying it's not the same as it was."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

"Ya got me there..."

But then again, nothing was the same as it was. Nothing.

"Still, shame we couldn't keep it."

[dinnerdate]

There's a moment of silence, what the slag does he say to that?

"Keep it?"

How would they even...

"Overly hopeful there, Jackie. How could that work..."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

"Well, yannow. Here we don't really have anythin' to do."

If you wanted to...hook up or anything.

Yeah.

"....Yep."

[dinnerdate]

That was a good point. There wasn't much of a war here, or anything to do... aside from now starving. But how long until the war broke out again? Dead End's not one to think the peace will last.

"So we should just act like how things used to be?"

Hooking up would be nice. But so would more than hooking up.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

"C'mon, you don't see other Cons and Bots fighting like no tomorrow, right? Why should we go above and beyond?"

Just hooking up for now, Deads. He sorta avoids commitment.

"Unless...ya got other plans."

[dinnerdate]

"We wouldn't."

That would imply getting him to actually fight.

And oh he knows about those commitment issues. He knows so much about them.

"No, don't have any other plans. Guess we could keep it..."

Maybe. If it would work. If he doesn't get killed for it.

"It won't be the exact same though, you know."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Look at how happy you made him, Deads. Those eyes are practically their own star system.

"That's what I like to hear."

There's one more nudge before he gives Dead End his space again.

[dinnerdate]

You might want to get those checked, that can't be normal. But happy is good, nice that he could actually be responsible for something like that for once... If it's real.

"Don't see what the big deal is. You couldn't have missed it that much."

Or at all.

Dead End rubs an arm, scooting over a bit more, despite the fact that he suddenly has his space back.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

He notices Dead End closing that space, but doesn't point it out.

"Ya have talent, Deads. In some of the right places too."

He takes another sip of Energon, watching Dead End out of the corner of his eye.

[dinnerdate]

Talent. Yeah right.

"Since when did I ever have talent, Wheeljack?"

The Wrecker's known him for a long time, he knows well enough that he doesn't have such a thing. Talent skipped him.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

"You did in certain areas. Bartendin' did ya good."

And sweet talking. And...just talking in general.

"You had the gift of gab back in the day."

[dinnerdate]

"Bartending isn't an option anymore."

At least not when he's got his own fuel issues to worry about, and possibly eating customers.

"I wasn't that great either, it was just the only job I could get after my other one."

Bad reputation and all that. And as for his chatty self? Well that was a long time ago. Not much of a talent now.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Yeah, probably better to avoid bartending when you want to eat everyone in sight.

"You could stir up a drink, that's all any bot asks."

[dinnerdate]

He doesn't want to eat everyone, just... most people. When he's hungry.

Wings droop, "No one would accept a drink from a Decepticon."

If they're all so judgmental about him now, then him serving high grade? Wouldn't work. He'd be avoided or shot at just like his fellow Decepticons do to him.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

"Well...okay, maybe not. But that's more a faction problem than a Dead End problem. Just sayin'."

He scratches his helm.

"Well, there's gotta be somethin' you're good at."

[dinnerdate]

"You think anyone would accept one from me, even if I wasn't?"

Wheeljack you know him. Just look at his cheery attitude. Yeah. Sure other bots would take drinks from him or want him bartending. Sure.

The Stunticon shakes his head, "There isn't. This isn't a contest, there is no answer. Give it up."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Okay, point.

"Well, don't say I didn't try, at least."

He leans back a bit, taking another sip.

"Well, decorate your room a bit. That'll keep ya busy."

[dinnerdate]

"Thanks."

Not that he was much help, but that didn't really matter.

Wait.

"Decorate it?"

Wheeljack is getting the most confused stare. Who do you think he is? Decorate his room?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

At that reaction, he gives a laugh. Yeah, that didn't sound like Dead End at all.

"Sure, maybe some sheets above the ground to make it more shadowy and ominous."

[dinnerdate]

If Wheeljack's intention was to make Dead End feel better he's failed. Horribly.

"Hilarious."

The Stunticon turns his gaze to the floor. Yup, poking fun at his favoring of dark areas. He should be used to this kind of thing by now.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Dead End you really are the self conscious girlfriend.

"Hey, it was just a joke, Deads."

A hand goes to his shoulder gently.

"C'mon. You take jabs at me all the time."