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WHO: Sentinel and Jazz.
WHERE: The Junk Pile.
WHEN: Not long after Jazz's arrival.
WHAT: Digging around for anything interesting and generally just to meet up.
WARNINGS: None.

Wow. This Junk Pile sure is nasty! Sentinel grimaces at the dirt that's caked the lower level of the pile and already regrets agreeing to meet up with Jazz - who would, with out a doubt, want to dive right into it. Thank you, previous refugees for only building one wash rack.

He considers calling the ninja bot on his comm, wondering why he hadn't arrived yet, before remembering he hadn't even given Jazz the co-ordinates. Best just to... play that one off and pretend he was preoccupied with something he'd found after arriving.

The blue bot bends down to grab the closest object and winces while trying to brush the mud and dust off.

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Having to ask one of the Acolytes for directions was... surprisingly easy. He'd have to give them more credit, he mused. The Junk Pile was, also, hard to miss. Now all he'd have to do was find Sentinel and-

Was that a curse? Jazz couldn't be sure, but he had a feeling it was his germaphobic friend. And after turning the corner of a rather large pile of junk, his feelings were correct.

Sentinel looked to be having a grand old time, wiping off anything resembling dirty and unclean from his armor.

With a grin, Jazz quietly crept up behind the Prime. All of his ninja training has lead up to this exact moment...

"HEY SENT!!!", he shouted, making sure to dodge if necessary.

Led up to it indeed, a shrill shriek echoed throughout the Junk Pile and Sentinel lept several feet into the air. He whirled around, drawing his lance and shield, only to drop them both before he ended up stabbing one of his only friends on instinct.

"Jazz! You fragger!" He's acting aloof and indignant, but is really happy to see him alive and well. Especially for his first time outside the temple! It took Sentinel weeks to gather up the courage the go out so far.

"So," He gestures towards the Junk Pile. "You wanna... dive right in or was there anything else you wanted to tell me first?"

Anything to delay actually going into the Pile.

He totally called it! Jazz also might have recorded that reaction to watch later, but that's for another time and another place.

Doubled over, he clutches his abdomen while laughing because damn, that was hilarious! "S-Sorry, mech! I had to- haaaaahahaaa!" No really, that was too good a chance to pass up.

Composing himself, he straightened and carefully- carefully clasped his hand on the taller bots shoulder. "You know me, Sent. I'm an open book!" He walked past the Prime, looking over the nearest pile of junk with interest.

"Unless you got somethin' to talk about! I'm aaaall audios." Jazz picked up a strange piece of cloth with two cups; the tiny thing was red, dirty and all strings. All in all, it was useless so he threw it to the side with no regrets.

Sentinel glared at Jazz like he was death himself, and shook his head. Well, at least one of them found it amusing.

"Had to. Right."

He scowls as Jazz's hand makes contact with his shoulder. No. You just scared me, you don't get to be friendly like that. Angryface.

Watching Jazz step onto the pile, he leans back slightly and crosses his arms. He'll never understand how Jazz is so content to just go digging a pile so disgusting.

"Nope, just keep an optic out for more disinfectant. I've run out."

Yes, glare. Glare as much as you want, Sentinel. You're only encouraging him!

Shoving his arm into the pile as deep as it could go, he pulled out what appeared to be a picture frame. He began to wipe off the dusty, cracked glass; not at all minding the fact that his white armor was now covered in grime.

Earth man. Sometimes gettin' down and dirty ain't so bad! Especially the mud fights Bulkhead and Bumblebee had when it rained!

"Whatever ya say, Sent." He spotted a can of- Oh. AXE. He kicked it away before Sentinel could see it. No one should be allowed to smell like that. It should be illegal.

Eugh, how could he do that?! Sentinel attempted to keep to the outskirts of the pile and while he had retracted his shield, he used his lance to poke through the trash.

Upon feeling something weighing it down, with some effort he hefts it up to find... a spool of steel cable wrapped around it. Faaantastic. He sheaths the lance, and when the energy shaft disappears, the cable falls back into the pile, making a rather loud clattering noise.

"Yeah, yeah. I can't say I ever took you for a mech who enjoyed rolling around in mud."

Sentinel doesn't know what AXE is, let alone what it would be used for. He's not well versed in Earth customs. Or... body spray.

Hearing Sentinels sounds of disgust were music to Jazz's audios. Well, usually he'd just roll his optics and laugh, but seeing his friend before he goes batshit insane is... pretty cool. In a weird, timey wimey sort of way.

Finally, Jazz is able to see what the picture is. A group of humans in lab coats? Squinting, he can see names beneath each person. The one that catches his eye is a... Freeman?

The sounds of something clattering causes him to stiffen, quickly glancing over his shoulder suspiciously, "You okay over there, SP?"

Sentinel is currently quite a sight, he'd managed to get the cable wrapped around his legs and fell backwards, and now has an impressive stain of mud all over his backside.

"I'll live, probably." He pulls himself up with a grunt and whines slightly when he notices the dirt that's clung to his legs.

Turning around completely, he can't help but grin at the sight. "Um, you got a somethin' on your..." He jokingly gestured to his backside. "Everything."

He steps over some junk to stand a few feet away from Sentinel, keeping the picture in his arm. He looks from the long, unwound cable to the Prime, raising an optical ridge (not that it's easily seen from behind his visor). "So what exactly were ya trying to do, mech?"

He subconsciously checks the other over for damage. So far so good, besides the mud- and heeere comes the sympathy.

"Nooo slag," An exasperated sigh escapes him. "I wasn't trying to do anything, I just... slipped. I'm fine."

He kicks a small can across the 'ravine' between the pile they were on, and the neighboring one in frustration. The closest he's found to the disinfectant he came with the intention of finding was a tiny bottle of 'Cillit Bang'.

Trying to play off Jazz's concern with nonchalance, he quickly looks around for something, anything, to change the conversational topic. Ah! Half buried, what appeared to be a Cybertronian chair.

"Jeez, I wonder how this Lambda thing works in regards to objects. D'you think someone was sitting on this when it fell through?"

He watches the kicked can go flying, internally wincing as it knocked a few metal scraps loose on the neighboring pile. That poor, innocent can.

Settling his gaze back on the 'nonchalant' Prime, he smiles in amusement. "If they did, where do you think they ended up?" Jazz can't help but grimace at the thought.

He spots something shiny only a few feet away and busies himself with digging it out.

"On their aft, and very surprised, probably." He grins slightly at the mental image. Man, it sure would be funny if this chair belonged to Optimus!!

Sentinel wrings his servos slightly while looking around for anything else interesting; most of which appeared to be suited for organics, or just Cybertronian junk. He dreaded the idea of having to go deeper into the Pile.

He perks up, however when he sees Jazz drop to his knees and start digging.

"Jazz?"

Huh, wonder why Sentinel's grinning like that... (you little shit!)

He places the picture down gently, as not to break it any farther. He digs as much as he can before trying to pull the shiny object out. It didn't feel big at all, maybe something he could hold in his hand... but the darned thing was stuck good!

Giving up, he looks back at the blue mech with a grin, "It's stuck, whatever it is." He's a little putout, he really wanted to know what it was! Especially since it was so shiny (he'd never admit to liking flashy things, though)! Ah well, maybe if he looks hard enough he'll find something involving music.

Graceful as ever, Sentinel walks right over the picture as he goes up to Jazz's side to see what he's fussing about.

"Try moving the things around it? Might go deeper than it looks." Hope you're not expecting any help! He continues watching Jazz while trying to rub the dirt off his forearm, albeit only managing to smear it further.

Snorting, Jazz decides to give it another try. He digs more around the object, just enough so one side of what looks to be a metal box is jutting out from the ground.

Standing up, he kicks it as hard as he can- "Oh slag, look out!" He forgot how close Sentinel was, the boxlike object flying over the blue mechs shoulder.

....and now it's time for Jazz to look innocent.

He wasn't even paying attention to what Jazz was doing, until he heard the warning.

Thanks to practice with the Jettwins, he just about manages to avoid being hit square in the face, and turns on his heel back to Jazz.

"So, are you actually planning on finding anything or offlining me?"

Sentinel sniffed slightly and went back towards the edge of the pile, now fully intent on finding the disinfectant he wanted so he had an excuse to leave. Jazz might have heard him angrily talking to himself about 'only been here ten fragging kliks and I'm already borderline having a spark attack. Primus I hate this place.'

Jazz held up his hands in defense, a sheepish smile sliding over his face. "Sorry, SP! Didn't mean to spook ya so bad."

He felt bad for giving Sentinel reasons to stress out. And they had only been here for a few klicks- was that angry grumbling? Yep, the SIC was clearly tired off his slag.

Feeling a bit guilty, Jazz decided to give the Prime his space. Glancing around, he spotted the box he had kicked earlier and quickly retrieved it.

It was silver, definitely Cybertronian- or at least, he thought it was (the damn thing was huge compared to humans!). There were swirled patterns covering the exterior of the metal box, a pretty neat decoration! He realized it had a tiny latch and clicked it open, the lid of the box snapping up and playing a relaxing tune- and uh oh, there goes Jazz's concentration.

Sentinel waves dismissively at Jazz. He's found a small cache of cleaning equipment and is busying himself throwing everything he doesn't want out of it over his shoulder. A consideration of throwing a can of polish at Jazz and 'accidentally' aiming for his head crossed his mind, but he ultimately decides against it.

The music from Jazz's discovery is loud enough for him to hear, and while he doesn't much care for the tune, he can guess how Jazz is reacting to it. If he were really nasty, he'd be able to drive home now, and the ninja-bot probably wouldn't notice until the music stopped playing.

He shakes his head and continues digging. Goddamnit, how is there a canister of lube (ew) and- are those tickets to a Rosanna concert. They are. Flippping them over, he sees a name scrawled on the back- Grandus. He raises an optic ridge and throws them over his shoulder.

Ah, finally. A full can of disinfectant. His favourite brand, too!

When the tune finally dulled down he shook his helm, waking up from his music-induced trance.

He snapped the music box shut with a grin, finally something with music! Even though it did make him extremely tired for some reason. Huh.

Scooping up his picture of humans in lab coats (reminds him of the Earth Team, even if they're strange looking organics), he turned to look at Sentinel and grinned.

"Now look whose gettin' down and dirty with the rest of us!"

He looks down and oh god there's now dirt all over his chest plate. Half heatedly, he rubs at it and pouts.

"Great, just what I needed. Of course the only washracks aren't at my home temple." Deep sigh.

"Well, I've got what I came for. What did you find?"

Is that a pout? Yep, Sentinels pouting... Aaand now he has a picture! Haha!

Jazz is still new to everything so when he gives the Prime a bemused look, you can't blame him. "What temple are they at?"

"Um... a picture and a music box. What about you, mech?" He holds up the items with a grin, alls well that ends well.

"Nexus and Alpha Trion's quadrants, I think."

Ah, that music box he's holding must've been what was making that racket a few kliks ago.

"Just some disinfectant. Nothing else interesting."

"Hey, Nexus is where I'm 'stationed' at." Yes, Jazz somehow air-quoted with his fingers to make that joke. Even with his arms full- DON'T QUESTION IT.

Shrugging his shoulders, the ninja can't help but laugh, "Hey, in your optics it's important. Pretty sure that's interesting enough." And somewhere in the distance was a faint whisper of 'fabreeeeze'.

"Great." Don't care.

"Why are you taking that picture?" Of organics? Ew.

Jazz gave Sentinel the most intense stare in the history of all visored stares. "....Because."

This is why Jazz isn't allowed to make public speeches.

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