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[primest]

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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[primest]

"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?"

[jazz_musician]

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.

[primest]

"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?"

[jazz_musician]

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.

[primest]

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.

[jazz_musician]

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.

[primest]

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_musician]

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.

[primest]

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!

[jazz_musician]

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!"

[primest]

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?"

[jazz_musician]

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.

[primest]

"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."

[jazz_musician]

"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'.

[primest]

"Great." Don't care.

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

[jazz_musician]

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.