Log Title: Local Fauna Invades The Rollout
Characters: Slugfest , Backblast , Skitter , Blast Off
Location: The Rollout Bar - Toraxxis - Cybertron
Date: November 15, 2021
Summary: Some Cybertronian fauna invades The Rollout.
The Rollout Bar - Toraxxis - Cybertron[]
The Rollout Bar's interior is designed to accommodate the widely varying scales of the universe. On the bar itself there's a section designed for humans, Junkions and those of similar scale, with their own bar which can be served either by the main bartender or a bartender of their own scale, should one be on duty. A spiral staircase grants access to the bar's surface for those who are small enough to use the secondary bar, with barriers high enough for most transformers high enough to notice protect those making their way from the doors to the bar itself. There are a series of bar stools of various sizes along the bar, allowing most Transformers to be able to sit comfortably at the bar.
Next to the bar, there are two doors marked "GAMES ROOMS". They are roped off, and from the other side, the sounds of building work can be heard. Warning signs mark them as "UNDER CONSTRUCTION."
Beside the doors sits a large stage, protected by energy fences should it be required. A fairly decent stack of amplifiers and speakers allows music of almost any kind to be performed there, by any species - space for a five-piece band of Transformers, or an entire orchestra of human-sized beings. There is a dance floor in front of the stage, and surrounding that one will find a series of octagonal tables with adjustable seats around them. Each table has a spiral staircase for those of human-ish scale to access the table top, where there are seats available.
The wall opposite the bar is lined with booths that allow four large Transformers to sit comfortably in relative privacy - and again, there is access to the table-tops for those of human scale. Each booth has its own window out of the bar, which can be closed with a curtain should it be required. They can also be enclosed within top-of-the-line privacy fields - Encore is trying to build a reputation at the Rollout Bar for absolute discretion and neutrality.
One wall is entirely taken up by a changing holographic vista, showing beautiful places from around the galaxy. The other wall is labeled "THE NEWS WALL", and is a huge bank of screens showing news broadcasts from across the galaxy, including Autobot News, Free Cybertron Press, and the Decepticon Propaganda Network, among countless others.
Encore himself usually tends the bar here. A sign behind the bar reads 'BARTENDERS WANTED: APPLY TO ENCORE'
Backblast
Backblast saunters into the bar. He's finally managed to return the two Rillas to his family, and he looks a little roughed up as a consequence. Though those actually familiar with Petrorilla behaviour will know that they weren't violent with him. Just... very insistent in showing their affection after the return of the two missing youngsters.
The doors burst open and a tiny stego pelts lil feets at full-tilt, dashing into the bar to build up enough momentum. Once he nears a bar stool, he LEAPS, catching the top edge of the stool with his front paws. His hind feets kick-kick-kick until he pulls himself up on top of the stool. Then he puts his front feets on the counter and clamors for a bowl of energon!
And before those doors can close, something else darts in, running low to the ground and back and forth.
Backblast makes his way to the bar and sits down on a stool. The movement catches his eye and he blinks, watching it. He KNOWS that rapid movement style.
For now, the tiny stego waits somewhat patiently, tail wagging back and forth, as the barkeep pours the bowl of energon. He yays and starts slurping when the full bowl is finally set in front of him.
Skitter skids around a table and drops under a stool, tail bristling, peering about with wide, mismatched optics. There's a soft whining rkk-rkk-rkk sound.
Backblast blinks "It is, it's a turbofennec!" He says jovially. He orders his drink and a plate of enersnax, which he sets down, with a bright, wide smile.
Skitter blink-blinks and scrunches up, slooowly moving out from under one stool to the next, then darting under a table. Slowly moving closer to that.. smol stego with audible huffs of air cycled and snuffled. Backblast gets the full effect of a giant audial swiveled in his direction as the creature pauses and blinks again.
Backblast pushes the plate forward and steps backwards, sitting down on the floor with his drink to watch the turbofox. "It's OK." He says with a softness people wouldn't expect from him. "Won't hurt you."
Skitter crouches and stares at backblast, some level of wariness appearing in how palting ripples. The tail curles around, plating expanding as it fluffs before there's the tiniest of vocalizations. "two..feets.. emeny?"
Slugfest pauses in slurping to peer down at the lil foxeh. "I haz four feets!"
Backblast blinks in surprise "Bugger you can talk!" He shakes his head "Nah, I'm not an enemy of the wild ones." He shoves the plate closer again, then shuffles back a little more. "I'm the ally you wild ones should never have needed."
Backblast looks up at Slugfest, with a smirk. "Yeah, that you do."
Skitter yeeps and flattens, whining softly, ears swivel-flattening back. "worrdss haaaarddd..." Trilled bark at the offered plate before scootching closer and closer on her belly. "Track smell... mmmmmm... follow.. lost.. sands all smoosh.. hungry... two feets emenys. But fooods.." scootching closer and closer.
Backblast nods softly, keeping his hands on his knees, making no threatening movements. "I know you don't trust me, and I don't blame you." He says. "You're from the big desert yes? The rain comes once a year?"
Slugfest resumes slurping from his bowl until it's empty, then turns and peers down at Backblast and the little fox again. "Yus, fewds! Are fewds here!"
Backblast sighs, nodding at Slugfest. "Talk to the big ape-man, or the man in a skirt, tell him 'Backblast said food' and they'll feed you, no questions asked. Not all of us two-legs are bad for wildlife." A pause, he looks up at Slugfest, fixing on his Con brand. "...even some folks I thought would be aren't. But... saddens me to say, it's safest if you assume most of us are."
Skitter's big ol' audials swivel forward as she takes a bit out of the bowl and scooches back, making nomgrrnom sounds happily. "Lost.. gotta.. track hooome.. Smelled good.. cane.. see.. words.. not so.. good. Big shake, sand squish, words happen."
Backblast chuckles at the nomnom sounds. "I can help you get home, if you let me earn your trust. Did you come from the big desert, where it rains once a year?"
Slugfest hops down from his bar stool, staring at the lil foxeh, wagging his tail and cocking his head.
Skitter scooches forward and snags another snack, audials wiggling as she chews. "izz.. ..hnn.." pausing to really -think- about it.. "No.. yes? Was sandshakes? bad shakes, saw two feets, hide like.." curls herself up, tail over snout, optics peeking out. "Hide? Then sand.. smoosh.. hurrrt.. words come.. hurrt.. sleep.. Hungry.. More two feet.. move.. talk.. protekt!" Fierce tiny snarl-yip.
"Why sand were shakings?" Slugfest wonders. Since this little fox doesn't have insignia, he isn't aggressive, even though this is the Rollout and he wouldn't be anyway even if the foxbot was an Autobot.
Backblast nods "The quakes we've been having recently, you got hurt? Are you injured?" Backblast's voice is full of concern. He looks at Slugfest. "People smarter than me are trying to work that out. There have been quakes all over Cybertron, since Ultrix... happened."
Skitter uncurls and scoots closer to the plate, peering at Backblast before settling face into it, softly growl-nomming again. "Ss..hnn..." half turn to show a few slightly displaced panels along flank and back, "Is better! homesafewarm now. Have -own- homesafewarm." Blinking as she sits, cocking her head to one side then the other, peering at the little dino curiously.
Backblast nods "If you want me to take a look at it, I can probably fix those panels up good as new." He says softly. "I'm glad you have a place though. You'll always be welcome here, I'm pretty sure Encore's got a feeding station round the back too, if you don't mind blending in with the non-sapients."
"OOoooh warms? Where are warms?" Slugfest wonders. Tiny stegos love warms!
Skitter considers, "Am.. Is.. huh.." one audial flopping, "Not.. have no words.. learning more! But.. am okay. No touch." bristling slightly before side peering at Slugfest and going full poof, "My warmsafehome! no share!"
Backblast nods softly. "I won't touch if you don't want me to." He says. "But, on the other hand, that looks like it aches and itches quite badly. Must make recharging hard, right? I can ease that."
Tiny stego's tail droops. "Awwww," he mumbles, "But sharing warms is best!" He curls his tail around himself as if to preserve his own warms.
Skitter's audials go up, slick back, go up, slick back, go up again, one drops down. "No trust two feets emenys..." Blink at Slugfest before moving like a flash of copper and sand, dancing around him a moment before flopping to lay next to him, own tail curling around. "Is smol, is warm. Is are own warm, but not homesafewarm. Is.. my homesafewarm."
Slugfest yays and shares warms with the little fox, resting chin on front feets.
Backblast chuckles "Turbofennecs are usually solitary creatures." He explains to Slugfest. He nods to Skitter "I understand. I won't hurt you, but I have to prove it." He checks on the tray of food... if it's empty, he refills it.
Slugfest ohs quietly as Backblast explains. He remains loafed next to the little fox.
Blast Off slogs in, looking a bit more worn than usual. He still carries himself with his usual snooty dignity, of course, but he's been through a lot lately, including some weird dream experience- or was it?- where his body wasn't his own and his life wasn't his own. But now it is. He nearly died, but then he didn't and everything was...fine? Did we mention it was weird? The shuttle is still a bit discombobulated as he comes in to get a drink and drown his worries for a night. For once, he doesn't really look very hard at his surroundings as he comes in, focused mostly on the bar itself... where's that drink?
Skitter blinks her mismatched optics, tail fluffing as it curls around her as she settles next to Slugfest on the floor. "More?" making an excited ktk-ktk-ktk sound, giant audials wiggling as she watches Backblast and the food tray. "Is.. hnnn... worrds haaard.." tiny yip-growl of frustration before a soft whimper, settling head on forefeet, watching. "two feets emeny... tiny bit. hnn... " grumble growl before she moves again, darting towards Backblast.
Backblast nods "I am a friend to all of Cybertron's wild things." He says softly. "Don't force it. I'm... a bit wild myself. You can probably still smell petrorilla on me."
Backblast holds out a hand for Skitter to smell, far enough away that he's not intruding on her space. He keeps his body-language non-threatening, though he does hold up a hand to Blast Off "Move slowly. She's easily spooked." He suggests.
Slugfest looks up over at Blast Off, and his tail starts wagging again. "Blast Off!" he exclaims. "Be careful, no want lose warms."
Blast Off makes his way to the bar and orders his drink, a nice glass of enerwine. Ahhh, wine. Then he hears someone calling his name. The big shuttleformer turns his head slowly to see and, "Ah, Slugfest." He gives the steggo a nod of greetings, relaxing just a bit- and then he spots Backblast. Wait, that's an Autobot and that's... THAT guy. He had a battle with him once not that long ago. The sniper's hand twitches, but he remembers this is a no-shooting-Autobots bar, so he refrains from drawing out a weapon- though the lasers mounted on his legs rumble briefly and quietly before going still again. "I see you have...company."
Skitter skids, ending up just where she can sniff the outstretched hand before dance-skittering around Backblast, sniffing and snuffling excitedly, "oooh wild place! Wet! Smoosh trees!" Shen freezes, looking up.. and up.. and up at Blast Off. Ears flatten and the tiniest of fierce growls comes out as she backs up and up, tail out and plating expanded, ears back. "grrrRrrrrrrr-ktk-ktk-ktk" backing under a stool.
Backblast moves to interpose himself between Blast Off at Skitter. "It's on me." He says to Blast Off, by way as apology for the rudeness. Of the recent battle he says nothing; as far as he's concerned, business is business and leisure is leisure. "Yes." He tells Skitter. "I recently took two stolen juvies back to their clade."
If Skitter is familiar with individual clades, it's the Copperbacks. He smells strongly of Brave Dave and Eeek.
Slugfest eeees as the little fox backs up under a stool. "Awww, warms went away," he says.
Blast Off is eying Backblast when he hears some tiny growl... the big shuttle looks down at this tiny fox growling at him, violet optics dim. He doesn't really react, instead just looming and gazing down in his usual rather aloof manner. Then his gaze is brought back up to Backblast as the Autobot interferes, and he looks equally non-plussed. At Slugfest's "eek", the Combaticon snaps away and shrugs, leaning back to wait for his drink. "No harm done," he offers quietly. Except perhaps to Slugfest, apparently.
Backblast is trying to send all the 'right signals' to the Turbofennec; moving slow, talking quietly... okay he's wearing an alloygator skin which probably doesn't help, but most wild things don't pay attention to that so much as body language. It's all familiar to anyone who watches Wild Cybertron.
Skitter blinkblinks, grrring softly before squeaking and turning tail, darting towards the door and freedom.. as it were. "Find warmsafehome! B.. Bai!"
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