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re_alignment_logs2013-08-08 12:01 pm
twogirlsonekup) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-08-08 12:01 pm
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[Open] Where Everybody Knows Your Name
WHO: Kup. Anyone who wants to.
WHERE: The bar.
WHEN: Now.
WHAT: Drinking.
WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption and crotchety-ness.
When a bot gets as old as Kup, (and mind you he knows there are a small handful that are older but he rarely runs across them), they've already either gone completely mad or learned to just go with whatever the multiverse throws at them. Kup has done both, incidentally, but the "going with the flow" instinct is the first one that kicks in here. After politely listening to what the acolyte had to say (hey, sometimes good storytellers can be good listeners too!), Kup asked only one question and then went on his way.
The bar. What a wonderful sight. This place was familiar and yet alien, but no bar was a stranger to Kup. He didn't make a habit of spending copious amounts of time at them (he has better things to do, thank you), but a drink in a new place always helped ease a transition. All of the most interesting beings could be met there, and it was always a hub of information.
So to the bar he went, thanks to the directions of the kind acolyte. He knew about the network and stuff and maybe he was supposed to make a call-out or something but really, what kind of a stupid waste of time was that? Letting everyone know your location. What a rookie mistake. No, the bar was the place. Drink with who you like, brawl with who you don't.
Anyone who entered said bar could find Kup sitting by himself at the far left side where he could see everyone and everyone could see him. No need to leave himself exposed.
WHERE: The bar.
WHEN: Now.
WHAT: Drinking.
WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption and crotchety-ness.
When a bot gets as old as Kup, (and mind you he knows there are a small handful that are older but he rarely runs across them), they've already either gone completely mad or learned to just go with whatever the multiverse throws at them. Kup has done both, incidentally, but the "going with the flow" instinct is the first one that kicks in here. After politely listening to what the acolyte had to say (hey, sometimes good storytellers can be good listeners too!), Kup asked only one question and then went on his way.
The bar. What a wonderful sight. This place was familiar and yet alien, but no bar was a stranger to Kup. He didn't make a habit of spending copious amounts of time at them (he has better things to do, thank you), but a drink in a new place always helped ease a transition. All of the most interesting beings could be met there, and it was always a hub of information.
So to the bar he went, thanks to the directions of the kind acolyte. He knew about the network and stuff and maybe he was supposed to make a call-out or something but really, what kind of a stupid waste of time was that? Letting everyone know your location. What a rookie mistake. No, the bar was the place. Drink with who you like, brawl with who you don't.
Anyone who entered said bar could find Kup sitting by himself at the far left side where he could see everyone and everyone could see him. No need to leave himself exposed.
'sokay!
"Probably not, but even Ultra Magnus is pretty similar enough to the one I know." Even those that had actually been brought from his world were from some time even before he was aware of, and they weren't even around anymore, so far as he'd noticed since his...unexpected return.
"You been here long?"
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"What about you? Know the ropes and want to give tips to a newbie? It's the only chance you'll ever get to tell me a thing or two." He grinned around his cygar, assuming by Hot Rod's statement that the Kup from his world was also an imparter of knowledge and world-class storyteller. That had to be a requirement for being named Kup or something.
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He wasn't quite sure how long he'd been here, not if he had to count the time he'd first arrived. That just complicated things and seemed like too much trouble to try and figure out. It didn't help that no one else knew what had happened then either.
"...heh, that's something I'd never thought I'd hear," Hot Rod grinned as he glanced at Kup again. There were some definite differences from the old bot he knew, but the personality still seemed in tact. That was more than enough for him in a place like this. He straightened up in his seat.
"I gotta admit, there's still a lot of stuff I haven't gotten answers for, but I guess when no one else has them either, I'm not too bad off. Otherwise, we're stuck on some version of a super-backwater Cybertron that they're still in the process of building up, headed by these guys called the First-Forged. There's supposedly a truce between what Autobots and Decepticons are around here, not that that's kept things from happening given the things that crop up on the Link..."