Flareshot, noticing he was being followed, took a corner seat at Maccadams.
If things get out of hand, I can take him out discreetly here
Flareshot readied his energon dagger, and concealed it under the table.
“So where do you guys live?”
He asked.
“Okay, just you wait a sec.” Sidewire said.
“Hey twins!” he shouted. “Give us 6 enegex, 'aight? Thank you.” Sidewire asked.
OOC: What did you said with strong text?
IC: “On the other side of the city, but that is too far away. We thought that it would be the best if we would sleep at Maccadam’s this night.”
Sendoff very much wished he could be on-board the Salvation right then. Nothing had happened and already voices had been raised, and scuffles had almost occurred.
Wait…
His keen eyesight had picked up the flare of a small squadron of jets. They had disappeared back into the night as soon as they landed, but Sendoff was sure he had seen them. He stared suspiciously into the darkness.
“LET…” Xi’s expression writhed in agony for a moment. “…LET OUT!! NOW!”
Ironsight stormed into the building he saw Flareshot enter. Realizing it was Maccadams, he forgot about the Decepticon and took a seat at the bar.
Scrapshot ponders,
A lot of bots are heading to Maccadam…maybe I’ll find a shipmate there…Ay! that sounds like a good plan
He ends up walking to Maccadam,may be a drink would be good for him.
OOC: It was an error.
IC: “Wouldn’t be the weirdest place I’ve slept. Sounds fine to me.”
Broadwing said.
Maccadam complies, serving up the two drinks in the order requested.
“That’ll be fifteen shanix, please,” he says.
“In a minute!” replies one as he finished serving another customer.
Maccadam turns his attention to Ironsight.
OOC: they project simple holograms, and little else.
IC:
“In a minute, big guy,” one guard replies. “In a minute.”
The guard that had left was quickly returning, accompanied by a slender Decepticon woman with her face hidden behind a flat, featureless visor.
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“Come on, Mr. Alterion!” Redstocker said as he pointed to the entrance in the casino. “What would possibly happen?”
“We would get drunk and tomorrow we will be too sleepy and tired to be able to fight.”
“I repeat: what would possibly happen?”
Alterion thought for a few seconds before sighing.
“Fine… But only one hour!”
“Three!”
“One!”
“Two!”
“One!”
“I am the captain!”
“Fine…”
“Cool! Come on!” Wildsong said as she transformed to dragon mode and started flying towards the building. Gronius sighed and did the same.
Ooc: thanks. Could a lot of them produce a larger hologram
Ic: the smaller cybertronians pulled out several other holo-projectors.
“Okay well you know where to find us.” Sidewire said.
He turned his attention to Torchwing (@ValkyriePrimal) and his teammates.
“Let’s have a seat here, he’ll give us the drinks any minute.” Sidewire said as he sat down followed by his teammates, thankfully the table was large enough to fit seven people. (@Chromeharpoon)
“Not in the mood for anything in particular tonight. Give me anything that’ll fill the o’ tank up, please.”
Scrapshot enters Maccadam’s and looks for a good place to sit down,
“Maybe I should’ve waited to spring this surprise of my being…eh. I should find a seat…”
@Chromeharpoon
Seeing how his pursuer was now occupied talking to the Barkeeper, Flareshot got up from his table and headed for the door.
“Thank goodness. That could have ended badly”
“Actually, won’t there be a lot of people there? Like, a lot, a lot?”
He asked nervously.
Torchwing sat down with the others.
At this point, the two were already flying away.
Blight fumbled out the money, sorting through his amount of it. He gave the demanded price and replaced his wealth.
He sips the sweet one, sloshing it in his innards before synthesizing a burp. He takes the smallest sip of the strong one, shivers, and transforms. He works swiftly, his two arms pouring the strong liquid into a vial and exchanging it with numerous others in his collection. He pours them together until the they glow a brilliant violet and combines them into a massive syringe. Clicking it onto his wrist, he transformed back, still holding onto the sweet drink to enjoy.
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The twin from before returns with the six requested drinks.
“That’s gonna be fourty-five shanix, if you don’t mind,” he informs the group.
The second of the aforementioned twins complies, serving up a drink costing a mere five shanix.
Topside was still sitting alone.
OOC: yeah.
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“I got a bad feeling about this.”
He transformed to beast mode and followed them.