OOC: [quote=“Toa_Vladin, post:3406, topic:48605”]
OOC: Wait… The two that Gronius were talking with are in the same room with Sprocket and Grommet
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OOC: yeah. I’ve said it a few times that they were all in the same lab.
IC:
Scorchlock takes the kick, brushing it off and rolling his eyes.
“Primus alive, I knew communication was never your strong suit, Paradox, but this is just nuts!”
Thrift could be seen on the Christmas light-adorned refueling pad he had claimed, organizing his shop.
From his side of the lab, Grommet quietly groans and rolls his eyes.
Thrift turns around.
“Hey! Broadwing!” he exclaims happily. “Nice seein’ ya again- how ya doin’?”
Scorchlock grabs onto the incoming ankle and jerks his arms backward, aiming to throw Paradox off his feet.
“I mean, I am,” he brags, “but that doesn’t mean I wanna fight all the time!”
In the Peace and Tyranny, Lurch preaches to his patrons.
“Prejudice! Yes! Why, you can see it in their optics! Our Autobot crewmates refuse to draw a distinction between us, loyal Decepticons, and a small band of rebellious dissidents! Mark my words, there’ll be curfews next, and next thing you know, captain ■■■■■■■■■■■■ will be relieved of his command!”
Some of the patrons were listening with rapt attention, though others seemed more-or-less impartial.
Salvo nods.
“I can get it good as new in no time,” she promises.
Paradox falls off his feet but immediately stands back up.
“You never bragged about your skills.” he said. “The hell happened to that?” he sends a fast punch towards Scorchlock’s face.
Sidestrike entered the Tyranny and walked towards the bar counter. “Hey, Lurch…give me a drink, please.”
“It could, couldn’t it?” he agrees. “Voyage ain’t exactly panning out like Star Trek- more like… eh, I digress. A-nywho, you said you wanted some glitch mice, right?”
Scorchlock catches the punch, holding Paradox’s fist in his right hand.
“That was a joke,” he replies.
Lurch stops his ranting, turning to face Sidestrike.
“Eh? Oh, certainly! Anything specific?”
Sprocket shrugs.
“Please do,” Deadpans Grommet. “Maybe then I’ll be able to concentrate and get some real work done.”