[CLOSED]

[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.

Comments

[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.