Log Title: Leave Relaxing to the Experts
Location: The Slaarg and Turbofox - Great Dome - Iacon
Date: August 11, 2021
TP: Non-TP
Summary: Drift and Ratchet run into one another briefly at the Iaconian Bar.
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The Slaarg and Turbofox - Great Dome - Iacon
The Slaarg and Turbofox is a pub in Iacon, not far from the Celestial Spires. It is said the Nightmare Fuel they serve can cause you to lose entire cycles of the cyberweek if one isn't careful in its consumption. Otherwise, the bar is comfortable, with areas for drinking, games, and socializing. Quiet during the workcycle, it can get pretty rowdy on holidays and cycles off.
<< Autobot >> Dust Devil says, "Should we put a parts requisition in fer Sideswipe now or wait til after he's done gettin hurt?"
<< Autobot >> Sideswipe says, "Hey, can you focus on Motormaster and give me some cover?"
<< Autobot >> Sideswipe says, "If we can keep him distracted! Just take some potshots at him or try and razzle dazzle him? Please!"
<< Autobot >> Dust Devil says, "Sorry, was tryin ta focus on him but I got a Dead end up my aft."
<< Autobot >> Sideswipe says, "Please."
<< Autobot >> Sideswipe says, "UGH!"
<< Autobot >> Dust Devil says, "DUCK!"
<< Autobot >> Dust Devil says, "Would direct streamin the carebears cartoon directly to Dead End be considered torture?"
Ratchet's shift is over, and he's relaxing at the pub with a tall cyberpint of engex. Even though he's off-duty, however, he's still scanning through medical records on his tablet, preparing and scheduling procedures for his next work cycle.
It's not much of a preamble. Drift has come to this little bar in Iacon on the off chance he'd catch Ratchet not at-work. And lo, there he is. There's a shake of his head as he meanders over, pausing at the bar proper to get himself something light and a bowl of snax before ever so casually inserting himself into Ratchets space, taking up a seat. "So what -do- you call work that you do when you're not working, Ratch?" Quirk of a smile, flash of a fang.
Ratchet looks over at Drift with a smirking grin. "Relaxing?" he ventures. "I suppose I could try using my time to study the divine nature of crystals or something instead," he chuckles teasingly.
Drift chuffs a snort, wry smile broadening. "Better leave that to the experts." he teases, pushing the snax bowl closer to Ratchet. "I mean, if you'd like more info." he trails off, chuckling, "On divine crystals or.. other things." Sip.
Ratchet's smirk widens. "Maybe I will just leave it to the experts. I'll stick to my wheelhouse," he chuckles, availing himself to a handful of snax. "How have you been?" Ratchet asks with genuine interest, turning slightly to better face Drift, and placing his tablet face-down so he can give his friend his full attention.
Drift sips his mid grade before offering, "Quiet. Adjusting to Iacon and everyone here. It's.." He rubs the side of his helm, "There's a lot of faces to remember."
<< Autobot >> Sideswipe says, "The.. Stunticons are retreating."
Ratchet chuckles. "You'll get used to it. Recognize anyone from your bad ol' days?" he asks curiously, sipping his engex. Ratchet's been taking it easy with the drinking, barely touching his mug yet. He frowns at the Autobot broadband.
<< Autobot >> Dust Devil says, "Is it against the rules to repaint the enemy?"
<< Autobot >> CMO Ratchet says, "Do you need medical support?"
<< Autobot >> Dust Devil says, "Depends if Motormaster wakes up first..."
<< Autobot >> CMO Ratchet says, "I'll prep the medbay just in case. Meet you there."
<< Autobot >> Dust Devil says, "Ummmm What's the sitch on the rest of the battle?!"
Drift starts to answer before those wedge like (almost cat like) helm points of his give a twitch. "Yeah - I recog...n.ize.." trailing off. "Huh... Large operation I take it?" he asks then adds wryly, "I'm still working on the whole -being trusted with things- thing."
<< Autobot >> Elita One says, "The last defenders of Hydrax are in retreat. Its organized, but they're clearing the field, Dust Devil.....We've taken the area."
Ratchet finishes his drink in one long draught. "I should check on the injured. Can I meet you back here in a few groons, Drift?" Ratchet smiles guiltily at the interruption.
<< Autobot >> Elita One says, "Autobots set up the perimeter. EOD, begin the search for demolitions, Medical, you know the drill."
<< Autobot >> Elita One says, "As always, avoid using structures and shelter in the area until after the EOD team gives the all-clear."
Drift slides to his feet, tossing his mid grade back and snatching the bowl of snax up to take with. "I'd best get ready in case they need ground deployment to hold or something. See you when we're both free again." He pops a snax, crunches and smiles.