Log Title: Just Patio Chat
Characters: Concealer, Interrogator, Major Bludd, Storm Shadow
Location: Ray of Sunshine Café, Los Angeles, California
Date: 18 February 2023
TP: Non-TP
Summary: An impromptu gathering at the café reveals a variety of information.
As logged by Major Bludd, others
IRC
<irc.dal.net> <DarkWaveSylveon> Hey Bitches! What's good? ^_^
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Me! I'm good.
<irc.dal.net> <DarkWaveSylveon> Nice! :D
<irc.dal.net> <DarkWaveSylveon> Sorry, I am trying to be a happy person like my friend, VW. :D
<irc.dal.net> <<Whirlwind>> Been enjoying Earth but starting to think I'm missing home
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> You always seem pretty upbeat to me, DarkWaveSylveon. Though I guess upbeat isn't always happy.
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> Double mocha latte with caramel swirl. Baring that, iced large matcha latte with lavender.
<irc.dal.net> <DarkWaveSylveon> Thanks! :)
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> *connects*
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> Right now, finding my pants would be good. Found my phone.
<irc.dal.net> <DarkWaveSylveon> Heh. I've never realized how sexist designers are. Like... don't they realize that gals need pockets?
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> That sounds like some night, Ninja.
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> /Every1 needs pockts/
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Oh. Humans don't have subspace?
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> I don't sleep in my pants, damnit
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> No, but that's on my list of 'stuff to look into'.
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> Sleeping in my pants? Kinky.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Look into? What? HuntnPeckNinja's pants?
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> No, subspace
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Oh. That makes more sense.
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> If that's your thing, I can oblidge.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> I can't fit in most people's pants
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> That's quitter talk.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> I can get into nearly everybody's pants if I try hard enough...
<irc.dal.net> <Dr. Asshole, MD> I definitely can't fit in anyone's pant
<irc.dal.net> <Dr. Asshole, MD> Pants
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> I don't need pants. Which I'm happy about.
<irc.dal.net> <Haat> Wish I had pants..
<irc.dal.net> <Soldier> <connects>
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> I think they'd be restrictive and jam up a transformation.
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> Coffee. Need caffiene.
<irc.dal.net> <Haat> I wonder how they taste.. er.. feel.. That.. whole.. thing.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> I got your message, Soldier. Haat, I think you can change your name back.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Time to go! Everyone have a safe day!
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> You too Icebox.
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> walk with the winds, Icebox.
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> Interrogator, why are you getting into my pants?
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> Also.. What are pants?
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> nearly everyobdy's? Huh. Goofd to kno
<irc.dal.net> <Soldier> What are you guys talking about?
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> far as i can tell pants and D/s kink. Subspace you know?
<irc.dal.net> <Soldier> ....
<irc.dal.net> <Soldier> No.
<irc.dal.net> <Soldier> <disconnects>
<irc.dal.net> <Prometheus> Up with skirts down with pants?
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> Woaaah.
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> HuntnPackNinja, your words give me weird ideas on what humans do for fun.
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> I mean, they pay people to enslave them?
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> My words give me weird ideas on what humans to.. FFS..
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> What is D/s kink?
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> ... I need coffee
<irc.dal.net> <Prometheus> DS? Wait me? Do you /really/ want to know?
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> Apparently according to this web survery, that I filled out as Dust Devil.. he's called a Masochist.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> Doesn't answer the question.
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> I'm not gonna answer that
<irc.dal.net> <Prometheus> Didnt think so :)
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> Hmm. I'm classified as a furry? That's unbecoming.
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> I know what it means - not gnna xsplain 2 th world
<irc.dal.net> <Prometheus> I do too and um. I think that kinda things a little personal.
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> *snrk*
<irc.dal.net> <Prometheus> You see when mickey mouse and minnie mouse love each other very much....
<irc.dal.net> <Prometheus> they go on a picnic, not that ya pervs
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> sry not sry
<irc.dal.net> <Prometheus> Why am I everyone's source of knowledge and guidance
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> Because you'll answer, even if you don't really know and make up something that sounds right
<irc.dal.net> <Prometheus> Im gonna park myself on a mountain one day and have you climb to see me before asking me questions about durries and masochists
<irc.dal.net> <Prometheus> I fake it well. Its not the right answer, sometimes. Its an answer.
<irc.dal.net> <Prometheus> The source of my knowledge isnt the matric
<irc.dal.net> <Prometheus> matrix. Its google.
<irc.dal.net> <Prometheus> now you know my secret
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> Go forth and share.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> lol
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> if that dont answer it just google Japan.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> Almost to LA.
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> travel safe, dearest.
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> lil offended here kaiju.
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> Why's that?
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> Japanese?
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> If you're who I think you are Ninja...
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> Gomen'nasai, Ninja-san. I will try to be more respectful.
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> You'll rey to get into m.. heh. No. Getting coffee.
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> Seriously didnt mean to offend anyone
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> You didn't.
<irc.dal.net> <HuntnPeckNinja> not offended, hung over.
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> I have a great appreciation of eastern culture.
<PM to Interrogator from Storm Shadow> And if I am who you think I am?
(Radio) Interrogator sends Storm Shadow a radio transmission, 'Look into Baron Ironblood. Cobra Commander gave the suit to me, I gave it to one of mine, and now there's somebody not authorized in the suit. I need that person for interrogation. You might also want to look into the Black Major.'
<PM to Interrogator from Storm Shadow> Get your coffee.
(Radio) Storm Shadow transmits, "How much of the person?" to Interrogator.
<PM to Interrogator from Storm Shadow> having that now
(Radio) Interrogator sends Storm Shadow a radio transmission, 'As much as possible. They need to be able to talk and think.'
(Radio) Storm Shadow transmits, "They can do both minus a few appendages." to Interrogator.
(Radio) Interrogator sends Storm Shadow a radio transmission, 'I need them clear-headed. You know how this goes, ninja. There will be plenty of happy fun stabby time, I assure you, just be patient.'
(Radio) Storm Shadow transmits, "Fine. All limbs.. attached." to Interrogator.
(Radio) Interrogator sends Storm Shadow a radio transmission, 'You need a better hobby than pissing people off.'
(Radio) Storm Shadow transmits, "Why? I've carefully crafted this hobby. It's an artform." to Interrogator.
(Radio) Interrogator sends Storm Shadow a radio transmission, 'True. carry on.'
(Radio) Storm Shadow transmits, "Oh thank you for the permission. I'm all a quiver with delight." to Interrogator.
Ray of Sunshine Café - Los Angeles - California
The interior of this coffeehouse spans several levels. Exposed brick along with industrial fittings gleam and give what could be a pretentious place a bit of whimsy. Couches, tables, chairs are tucked into nooks here and there offering more intimate social seating as well as a curved barista bar.
Storm Shadow is seated out on the patio of the coffee house, one of those giant, white, ceramic mugs in one hand. He's got his phone out, poking at it now and again with a disinterested frown between enjoying a slim strawberry scented bidi.
Interrogator gets out of the car and sees Tommy. He chuckles and shakes his head as he walks by.
Tommy sips from the mug, frowns, sets it down and looks off for a moment before poking at his phone with an index finger.
<PM to Interrogator from Storm Shadow> r u kidding me? y r you here?
<PM to Interrogator from Storm Shadow> My trinemates live here? I'm handling the Silica Virus after effects?
<PM to Interrogator from Storm Shadow> Go find another coffee shop.
<PM to Interrogator from Storm Shadow> Yes, your majesty.
Storm Shadow snorts, almost smiling as he reads his phone.
Interrogator comes out of the shop with a large coffee and says quietly, "How goes inventory?"
Tommy takes a drag off the bidi, then nods at the empty seat. He gives a shrug, "Slowly. Some.. items are more difficult than others."
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> SO
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> I wonder...
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> If Tyger Pax still needs my help
<irc.dal.net> <<Whirlwind>> A needle pulling thread
<irc.dal.net> <Dr. Asshole, MD> I'll be heading back Cybertron way, I'll be helping on my way to Altihex
Interrogator sits and sips the coffee. He says, "I know. I'm pulling out of Cobra Unity as soon as possible. Cobra Overlord... I don't like the way he looks at my people or treats the locals."
<irc.dal.net> <Dr. Asshole, MD> Won't make it tonight unfortunately
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> I got those things taken care of Dr A, in house
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> Yeah so I gotta protect Altihex too
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> since its close to what is mine.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> Earth can handle itself for now. Thank you all for helping.
<irc.dal.net> <Dr. Asshole, MD> Copy that.
Tommy tilts his head, raising a brow. "Fewer and fewer places you can dig into if you leave the CU." He look into that giant mug that.. seems to be full of nothing but espresso. "He's that far off the rails?" he asks, setting the hand-rolled almost-cigar down and reaching into his jacket. He pulls a paper wrapped pack out and sets it on the table. "Help yourself."
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> Yeah I dont think Earth would want my protection
<irc.dal.net> <Guru Kaiju> Being who Im contracted to and all
Interrogator nods and says, "I know." He pulls out a nicotine vaporizer and takes a pull, saying, "These are better when traveling, but thank you."
Tommy shrugs, "They are. But there's something about the sting of the real thing every once in a while." Sipping his mug of hate, "Trinemates, huh?" he asks, brows furrowing, but not, at least not right now, giving off much more than a weary curiosity. "What does that even -mean-?"
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> Also, Tyger Pax, if you need Ascension Wing, we can be there the 22nd and 23rd. Not sure what we can do, but I've seen enough ruins on your planet.
Interrogator smiles and says, "Seekers fly in a triangle formation."
Tommys brows both raise, "Well that's as clear as a mudslide." He snorts.
<irc.dal.net> <Dr. Asshole, MD> Lost a few sensors so far.
<irc.dal.net> <Dr. Asshole, MD> MT
Interrogator snorts and says, "Like you're clear as crystal. Anyway, we have stuff to deal with in Russia. Putin is an impostor and the Baron has been talking with a rival of mine who's into off world tech. General Garrison Kreiger. And he's after control of the Oktober Guard as well. My sources say Putin and his people are like pod people, not real."
"I thought Baroness was taking care of Eastern Europe, so I let it slide. I had to work on Ascension Project."
Storm Shadow sips his mug of self loathing. "Right. So much for an attempted friendly." A few moments of staring off, smoking and blowing strawberry scented circles. "I remember that movie." he murmurs, eyes narrowing. "Right. Get in, get the impostor parading around in a suit that was yours, get out. Don't mess him up -too badly-." He peers over, smirking a moment, "How does that even -work-? I mean, I've seen some.. pretty involved anime's but..." A snort-laugh.
Interrogator says with a chuckle, "Ah, Anime. What was that one my gunners left in the DVD player? La Blue Girl?"
Tommy chuckles, amused for a brief flash. "I just.. wow.. Alright. La blue Girl wasn't horrible. All those tentacles." Blink, then wide eyed peering. "There aren't tentacles involved are there?"
Tommy and Interrogator are on the outside patio at a table.
Interrogator says, "There are when Veritas and I sync. But for Putin and Russia, I have no idea."
Tommy brings his mug of darkest doom (he's got a cappuccino mug full of espresso he's drinking and a small 'bidi' he's smoking. Then chokes a moment, staring with brows lifted, "Urotsukidoji?!" He
chokes on his coffee a moment before trying to focus on.. well. work. "Right. I.. really?" He's
hungover and distractible. "No don't answer that don't. I don't want to know. I.. Focus."
Feeling restless, Major Bludd's decided a walk around the neighbourhood might help him settle down. After wandering aimlessly for half an hour, he heads for the familiar setting of the Ray of Sunshine Café. Instead of going into the place straight away, he meanders around the back of the building and comes up on a pair of familiar faces. "G'day, gents," he calls as he moves toward them.
Interrogator looks at the man and raises his coffee mug in a salute, saying, "Hello." To Tommy he says, "Yes, sometimes we play DVD roulette. Everybody puts one in and then we hit shuffle. Sometimes it's Anime, sometimes it's classic Soviet cinema, and sometimes it's 'Milo and Otis'."
Tommy looks up from his mug and narrows eyes at the Major. Eyes that still have the faintest tinge
of brusing from a punch to the face. "Well. Hello." Tone sliding dry, all amusement bleeding out of
him. He gestures to an empty seat, "Come have a seat and listen to sordid gossip admist work. Or
some other shit." He pulls another bidi out of the paper pack and lights it. "Unless you're going to
punch me in the face again."
Bludd chuckles at Tommy, a grin breaking out over his still slightly bruised face. He pulls a chair
to him, turns it around, and sits down, folding his arms atop the back of it and resting his chin on
his wrists. "You had that comin', that punch." He smirks aside at Interrogator briefly. "I ain't
inclined t'hit ya long's yer not inclined t'need t'get hit."
Interrogator cocks his head and asks, "Do you two need healing?"
Tommy glares, slit-eyed before shrugging, rolling shoulders, and picking his mug back up, sipping.
"Downside of my favorite hobby is all." Smirking again, "Nothing ice and time won't handle,
Alexander. Passed the raccon stage."
"Nah," Bludd grunts to Interrogator, "'M fine. Just looks a bit messy still is all. They took care
o'me right proper at hospital so no worries." He chuckles at Tommy's phrase. "Raccoon stage. Went
through that meself, after my little encounter with Ebony." He lifts his head to jerk his chin at
the ninja. "Like to see you take her on sometime. Be interestin' t'see if you could take her."
Interrogator takes off his helmet and takes a sip of his coffee. He looks at the two and focuses,
saying, "You asked about Ascension Wing? Here is the answer."
"Fighting just for a fight isn't .. an interest right now." Tommy shrugs, "There are more important
things to go over. Like Alexander here and his tentacle'd girlfriend." He snickers into his coffee,
then waves his hand before covering his face with it, chuckling quietly. "Right Right. Russia,
Putin, suits. Don't cut off limbs. What's next?"
>> Interrogator heals the injuries to Storm Shadow. <<
"I talked t'yer girlfriend yesterday, Alex," Bludd drawls. "Had a real nice convo about some not-so
-nice shit." He gives Interrogator a genuine smile. "It's always nice t'talk with somebody who
understands. S'important t'feel understood, y'know?" He quirks an eyebrow at Tommy's response to
Interrogator. "I missed that part o'the conversation. What's this about Ascension Wing then?"
Interrogator smiles at Bludd and says, "Oh? I've been in Russia a few days, and things are not good
there."
>> Interrogator heals the injuries to Major Bludd. <<
"Which part? Russia or tentacles?" Tommy drawls, sipping the last of his espresso. "Huh. Out of
espresso." Frowning a moment. "No, they didn't look good for the in and out. So far, nothing you've
said has been -good-. From a business point of view. Shit to poke at later, there's plenty of that
not." Smirk.
"So are we talkin' about Russia or Ascension Wing?" Bludd takes a cigarette packet out of his
jacket, rattling it to gauge how many are left inside.
"The bidi's are strawberry flavored Major. Help yourself." Tommy murmurs.
Interrogator says, "Russia is in trouble. I got word from Natalia, my ex, and dug deeper when we
were there Wednesday. It's why I just got back today. I don't want to post to Cobra as a whole
because I don't want to deal with leaks. Putin and his inner circle are like pod people and my rival
in off world tech is trying to gain control of the Oktober Guard. Cobra Commander told me to be
Baron Ironblood, I gave the suit to one of mine, and he's not in the suit. He's disappeared.
Somebody is walking around as the baron though, and meeting with my rival, General Garrison Kreiger."
Bludd makes a face. "Strawberry? No thanks." He shakes a black cigarette from the packet. "Not even
sure I want a smoke. Just need something t'do with me hands." He glances at the door leading into
the cafe. "Maybe I shoulda ordered somethin' and brought it out. Probably time I sat down with
Marcus Aurelius again. Or maybe I'm just restless from bein' idle." He turns to stare sharply at
Interrogator. "Th'Commander told you to be Baron Ironblood?" he hisses. "An' now somebody else who's
not supposed to be is. I dunno if I want any more details on that right now actually. Probably
better I shouldn't know." He squints his eye shut for a moment, reaching to rest the fingertips of
his free hand on his forehead. "Th'hell was that?" he mutters, running his fingers over his eyebrows
and down the bridge of his nose.
"Right. Again with the not taking off of limbs." Tommy remarks, "There might be a plain one, it's a
mixed -?!" Eyes widening, he rubs a finger across his nose, then narrows his eyes, tensing like a
coiled serpent, going from hung over asshole to killer in a blink. "What.. the -hell-?" words flat.
Lex says softly as he gestures at their faces, "Feel better?"
"Ascension Wing did it. People have been trying for thousands of years and we did it. "That's why I'm afraid of my people falling into the wrong hands."
Bludd sits up straight and narrows his eye at Interrogator. "The fuck'd you just do? Yer over there
all holier-'n-thou thinkin' yer better'n the rest of us, throwin' around some kinda hocus-pocus mind
shit? Y'got some bloody nerve just -assumin'- we want yer 'help'. Y'could at least flamin' ASK." He
shakes his head tightly, still staring daggers at Interrogator. "Y'think y'know a guy," he mutters.
Storm Shadow's reaction is far less verbal and far more visceral. Eyes slit, anger crossing his
face as he pushes out of his chair and launches himself at Interrogator, aiming a fist at the other
man with a snarled, "Stay out of my -mind-!"
>> Storm Shadow misses Interrogator with Punch. <<
Interrogator does a sliding charge to the left out of the chair and dodges the Ninja. As he takes
up a defensive position he says, "I didn't go in your minds. I boosted your body's ability to heal
itself. That's all we can do right now is boost. It's just a matter of what we choose to boost."
"Y'still oughta -ask- first." Bludd fishes a lighter out of his jeans pocket and lights his cigarette, taking a long drag from it and holding a disapproving look on Interrogator.
Storm Shadow stumbles slightly and half turns, still tense, angry, and ill-tempered as Interrogator
dodges. "Words." eyes still narrowed, "Semantics. Don't do it again. Keep.. whatever.. abnormalities
you've cultivated to yourself." he spits, taking a step back, and another, warily repositioning his
chair and settling into it, all signs of good-will and plesantries gone.
Interrogator nods and retakes his seat, saying, "Now do you see? The Wing was able to do this
before I got involved with Veritas." He looks at them both and says, "I can explain the science, it's all Earth based. 68 years in the Intelligence field led to this."
Bludd blows a stream of smoke from his nostrils. "Yeah, I get it. If your people can use their
minds t'heal others they can just as easily use 'em t'hurt others too." He points at Interrogator
with the two fingers clasping his cigarette. "That's scary, an' I don't like it. Presumin' you have
some kinda way to -protect- from yer special powers too?"
Storm Shadow lights another bidi, the other one having hit the floor when he lunged. "Stabbing puts
an end to many things." he mutters, glaring daggers still.
Interrogator says, "Yes, stabbing does. As for protection, the ear plugs and headphones you and the
girls were wearing at the Mansion did a good job."
Bludd blinks in surprise. "Really? Wouldn't've expected that..." He takes a thoughtful drag and
gazes off into the distance.
Storm Shadow snorts, "Earplugs prevent that.. mental.. witchery? I'm not exactly believing you
here."
Interrogator says, "Really? Sound, light? Think, Ninja. I drew on New Age books from headshops and
Black Ops from Borovia, Russia, and Cobra. Folklore and cutting-edge neuroscience."
Bludd, Interrogator, and Storm Shadow sit at a table on the patio outside the café.
Bludd shakes his head at Interrogator. "I think I might be done tryina figure you out, Alex," he
mutters, smoke wisping from his mouth as he speaks. He holds a lit cigarette in one hand.
In just her boring civies, Meggan sneaks into the coffee house and is unaware of what trouble is
about to happen if she finds herself in with three of the craziest people she knows... especially
the three crazy humans. Still, she is going for her green tea and needs a refuel for some snacks.
She doesn't exactly see 'Anzac' yet on her way to the counter.
Interrogator is in uniform with his helmet off. He has a nicotine vaporizer.
Tommy, Interrogator, And Major Bludd are on the cafe's patio. Probably because 2 of the three are
smoking.
Tommy reaches up and rubs the bridge of his nose, still tense, still agitated to no end. "Fuck you
Alex. I'm not above trying to punch you again. Stop talking at me like I'm an idiot. All that new
age, tarot card reading, stick tossing bastardization of the occult and whatever cauldron boiled up
your dip into black ops isn't exactly something to brag about. Mixing in some weird-as hell love -
triangle- with alien, tentacle-waving robots has me seriously debating what's left of your own
mind." He takes a drag off his bidi, "Seriously, you're starting to damage what calm I've got left."
Bludd just nods repeatedly in agreement with the ninja. He takes another drag from his cigarette.
Interrogator smiles at Storm Shadow and says, "Sound and light can be used to stimulate the Mind
and Body. We've just figured out frequencies and wavelengths. Science has advanced to where it can
be measured, and its effect on people measured. And I think I might be immune to the Brainwave
Scanner. Because it all comes down to electricity."
After putting her order in, Meggan spots Major Bludd. Or 'Anzac' Whatever he calls himself. She has
read the file on him as she's pretty sure that's him. She figured out that the facial features and
all is enough to help figure out who Anzac really is. She smiles from the distance and is happy to
see him with two of his best friends. She tries to figure out who they are. She doesn't know Tommy
or Alex in person. She also has yet to let Bludd know she's figured out the whole idea of who he
could be. She thinks about a previous message that she received today about how she was told that
Bludd might need some help getting settled in. She grabs her food and tries to get a table close to
the trio but from a distance so the Major isn't convinced he's being followed.
GAME: Storm Shadow PASSES a LEADERSHIP roll of Very High difficulty.
Tommy tenses, but leans back in his chair, peering at his empty mug a moment, allowing a mournful
expression to cross his face, "I'm out of coffee." he mutters, then takes a pull on his strawberry
scented bidi. "I think I liked this conversation more when we were talking movies and nonsensical
crap. yeah.. -Electricity-." closing his eyes a moment, walking himself through calming down. "Hurts
like a mother---."
<irc.dal.net> <DarkWaveSylveon> Tea time!
<irc.dal.net> <Icepox> Tea is nice.
Interrogator looks as his helmet chirps and murmurs in Russian. The helmet responds in code and he
nods before saying, "I'll get us refills. I'm switching to a smoothie, what about you two?"
"I'd like t'have a nice calm and/or fun convo," Bludd opines, "not this ..." He waves a hand in the
air vaguely. "Whatever this is." He looks over at Interrogator. "If yer offerin', Earl Grey. I'm
sure you'll check it's safe with yer fancy helmet there, yeah?" He smirks.
GAME: Concealer PASSES an INTELLIGENCE roll of Extreme difficulty.
GAME: Concealer PASSES a DEXTERITY roll of Extreme difficulty.
At first, Meggan gets excited to see that 'Anzac' waves his hand in the air. She assumed that he
noticed her and she could visit her friend. She stands up and then notices the lack of eye contact
which prevents her from realizing that he was waving to her. She decides to sit back at her table.
As she puts her stuff down, she unfortunately does not create a scene.
<irc.dal.net> <Icepox> We should go for tea again sometime.
<irc.dal.net> <DarkWaveSylveon> Icebox, are you a Cybertronian or a human? Just asking because I'm not certain. ^_^
Tommy sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose again, "I suppose a quad shot is out of the question." shaking his head, "Green tea.. iced, strawberry swirl. Don't judge me."
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Oh! Cybertronian. I was referring to a type of warm energon with mineral
infusion!
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> Tea would be nice.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> I'm sorry if I caused any confusion.
Interrogator stands and says, "Right, on it." His helmet flashes pink and he picks it up and puts
it on saying, "I have to take this." He walks in the shop.
<irc.dal.net> <DarkWaveSylveon> None at all! I just wanted to make sure if... since I'm apparently
meeting people on the internet like crazy lately, that I don't bring you human tea.
Bludd finishes his cigarette and stubs it out in a conveniently placed ashtray atop the table. He
smirks at Tommy's drink request but doesn't say anything. He takes his phone from his back pocket
and unlocks it. "Let's see what the ol' chatroom is doing," he says.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> Hello
<irc.dal.net> <AnzacPoet> <connects>
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Hello.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Tea is about as fancy as I get most of the time. I work in a bar but don't
much care for engex. How funny is that?
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> I wouldn't mind trying terran tea. It's an infusion as well.
<irc.dal.net> <DarkWaveSylveon> I'm at a coffee and tea place and totally not stalking anyone even
though it's probably what it looks like so I'm going to probably go figure out how to get somewhere
else.
<irc.dal.net> <Voidwalker> Mmmm mw too~ though.. dunno if we can actually.. ya know, ingest it.. but
lords it smells so good
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> I like rose quartz best.
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> Bet I can, Void. ;) Oh.. Hmm.. Well if you're totes not stalking, go say
hello, do the.. whatever greeting bit's appropriate, say you saw 'em there an' then meander off?
<irc.dal.net> <DarkWaveSylveon> Hahaha. I'm shy as anything IRL!
<irc.dal.net> <Voidwalker> mehh! no need to make me jelly
<irc.dal.net> <AnzacPoet> Sylv, you at the café where we met with Astra last week?
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> I'm a bit shy, too.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> I think.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> I don't know. Am I shy?
<irc.dal.net> <DarkWaveSylveon> Sweet Mother of - yeah, I am. -_-
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Does being held in stunned awe of people you think are your betters and so
you think you shouldn't approach being shy?
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> You're not shy, Icebox. I am shy. You're not.
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> Slagnabit. I hate being so primus damned -big- sometimes.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> Synthoids
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> You're shy, War Weasel? Okay.
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> @Maat - that's what she said.
<irc.dal.net> <AnzacPoet> It's a nice place. Why shouldn't you go there whenever?
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Who said what?
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> Let me get these drinks and I'll head over. I got something we can
try.
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> Icebox, I'm not as outgoing as you.
GAME: Concealer FAILS a COURAGE roll of Extreme difficulty.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Hmmm. Am I outgoing? I used to be real quiet on this channel.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Maybe I'm not shy. Maybe I'm just scared.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> But I can't be shy and do my job.
Meggan tries rack up the courage to approach Anzac as it looks like one of his friends left. She
nervously waves from where she is from the window inside of the coffee house, but she blushes and
does not to approach right away. She looks at her chat app and does not want to interfere.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> And war weasel you seem very outgoing to me. You often speak your mind.
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> haha my war weasel. An you can be both shy and scared or nether or one or the
other. From moment to moment.
<PM to AnzacPoet from DarkWaveSylveon> I'm at the same coffee house I think as you are.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> If I ever do talk too much, I hope people tell me so.
Tommy rolls his eyes, "Can't go an hour without doing the digital thing?" he asks the Major, his
own phone sitting on the table. He tracks Interrogator as he heads into the shop, frowning.
<irc.dal.net> <Voidwalker> i think they would, mind i like lisnting too ya.
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> I'm just me. A ferret. A weasel. A... I think you're very outgoing,
Icebox. It takes going out to go dive in dumpsters.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> I nearly got shot the last time I did that.
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> Synth-what?
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> But I got a nice lamp!
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> It's yellow and sheerful and only has a small crack in the base.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> cheerful*
<irc.dal.net> <Voidwalker> i think i'm shy at first, maybe i'm more reserved
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Reserved I think.
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> See, you'd be a good weasel, Icebox. You look for shinies!
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> Though I'm not as brave to go into a dumpster. Even if I was, you're
still much braver because you got stuck in the dumpster.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> I wanted a small desk lamp. Now to get a desk.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Did Whirlwind share that story on here?
Interrogator returns and hands Tommy his drink and a test strip and also give Sebastian his drink
and a test strip before saying, "I got to go. And please, don't tell the rest of the organization
about my big breakthrough, other than the Commander."
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> It was pretty funny looking back.
<irc.dal.net> <Voidwalker> nooo
Bludd flicks a glance at Tommy. "Sure I can." He pauses. "Wouldn't usually bother with the thing
whilst I'm with people but usually I hang around with my -friends- an' I'm more careful about bein'
polite with them." He accepts a cup from Interrogator, chuckling at his request. "Sure, mate, no
worries."
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> One mech's junk is another mech's lifeline.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> It's in Peklabog. Just a basic model to see if it works.
<PM to DarkWaveSylveon from AnzacPoet> You probably don't wanna approach this group.
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> No one better take my junk!
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> But if it's there for the taking, why not, War Weasel? :)
Looking at her phone, Concealer sees that the message she receives might just be a warning. She
also then wonders if Anzac might want some privacy based on his cryptic message. Perhaps this might
be a good time to stay away? She then receives a message from Interrogator urging her to say hello.
She waits a moment.
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> My junk is my junk! I keep it safe.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Okay then.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> I keep my junk safe too.
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> Protect your junk at all cost!
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> I've made good use of junk for a long time. Hard habit to break even though
now I can afford things.
Interrogator laughs and gets in a car that pulls up saying, "Have fun, all."
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> Icebox, let's visit the Junkions! Maybe you can be one of them.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> A junkion saved me!
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> I think well of them.
Interrogator goes to Los Angeles - California.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GqmCa5-1SNM
Tommy snorts, then gives his tea a little test before poking the straw in it. "We've already had
the talk about who I tell things to, Alexander. Would say I'm sorry you've got to go so soon but..
We'd both know I was lying and I can't be bothered to try to make it convincing." He sips, then lifts
a brow at the Major. "Right. Suppose I'm not even 'polite company' either." He watches Interrogator
leave, "That man.. damn.." he shakes his head.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> What's the link?
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> A song
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Ah, okay. I stopped clicking links until I'm told what they are.
Bludd shrugs at Tommy. "Generally, no, I'd reckon not." He watches Interrogator hop into the car and
speed off. "Off t'visit the girlfriend," he says with a chuckle. "The giant alien robot girlfriend."
He picks up his mug and sips at it, disregarding the presence of the test strip Interrogator left.
<irc.dal.net> <AnzacPoet> That's a good instinct, Icebox.
With the information that Interrogator gave her, Meggan beams. She looks at 'Anzac' and figures out
what's happening. Major Bludd is out with his 'Shadow.' It makes sense on why the Major wanted some
privacy. She decides to honor that request from Anzac and texts him a message. 'U Got This. U two
look good together. <3' She then proceeds to look at her tea and keep to herself until Anzac
introduces her. She's intrigued.
<PM to AnzacPoet from DarkWaveSylveon> U Got This. U two look good together. <3
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> The artist wrote the album this song is from when he was diagnosed
with terminal cancer. It was supposed to be his last because he was only given a year. He released
two more after - on the next year, and one 2 years after that.
Tommy sips his tea, "Complete with tentacles." he adds as flatly as he can.
Bludd glances at his phone and freezes, a shocked, borderline horrified look flashing across his
face. Heat rises along the sides of his face as he scoops up the phone, rapidly entering something
as he gets to his feet. Without another word he walks off, shoving the phone into his back pocket
and fumbling in his jacket for his cigarette packet.
<PM to DarkWaveSylveon from AnzacPoet> youve entirely the wrong idea
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> So he beat the odds?
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> it is a lovely song. And the file's clean.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> He did. Are you home, Love?
Meggan doesn't read the text too quickly. She just sips her green tea and imagines the dialogue
between the two. Her bad lip reading gives her the thought that they are talking about getting new
curtains for the windows and maybe some new paint colors. She just smiles and begins to start
wondering if Cobra is more liberal than she thought.
Tommy blinks, watches as Bludd has.. well what looks like a moment, then goes back to sipping his
tea with a shrug, "Bye." He lights another bidi up and stares off, slowly relaxing once more.
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> I am, yes.
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> Mom, some dude came into your place with one of those dolls you can
order on the internet. Not sure what to do!
Tommy picks his phone up, and thumbs it on, catching.. "Oh for fucks sake."
<PM to DarkWaveSylveon from AnzacPoet> What the heck did you think I was doing at the café?!
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> It's me, and you can't order this one on the internet.
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> Is it.. a dude I know? An internet doll? Wait.. what?
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Oh you're still on Earth? I thought you were going to return.
<PM to AnzacPoet from DarkWaveSylveon> It's ok. <3 Your friend, Interrogator explained it all to me. <3 I'm happy for you!
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> I don't have a ride yet. Plus there's some guy in Mom's place with a
doll.
<PM to DarkWaveSylveon from AnzacPoet> I have a *girlfriend*. And if Interrogator told you that I am going to end him very slowly and painfully.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> Maat, are you on Earth?
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> Yes I am dearest. I'm.. Walking the grounds.
<irc.dal.net> <Voidwalker> a doll..?
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Well. Scrolling back over the chat let's see...
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> Ah. I have something that might solve the size problem.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> maybe it's something called a Synthoid?
<PM to AnzacPoet from DarkWaveSylveon> Oh! My apologies. We were talking and from what he stated, I assumed that he was 'Shadow' based on what was said.
<irc.dal.net> <war_weasel> According to most internet surveys, size is often the problem.
<PM to DarkWaveSylveon from AnzacPoet> My 'Shadow' is what I call the darker part of myself, the part that was in control while Silica was in my head. I didn't realise I had mentioned that to you. I should have explained it.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> We Cybertronians have such huge size differences, it's amazing we can build
anything that works well for even half the population.
<PM to DarkWaveSylveon from AnzacPoet> I am, however, now very glad I have that whiskey you so kindly gave me last night.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> But there are those of us too big or too small.
<PM to AnzacPoet from DarkWaveSylveon> I am so sorry. I didn't mean anything. I still think you are amazing.
<PM to DarkWaveSylveon from AnzacPoet> That's alright, love. When I tell Kimber she'll laugh her ass off. And so will I, heh.
<PM to AnzacPoet from DarkWaveSylveon> Kimber sounds like a pretty name. I am sure she is a lovely lady. I'm happy you have some special in your life. <3
<irc.dal.net> <Voidwalker> -mutters about being too small-
<PM to DarkWaveSylveon from AnzacPoet> I'm very grateful to have her in my life. Sometimes I think I don't deserve her, but that's another topic. Take care of yourself. I'll talk to you later.
<irc.dal.net> <Interrogator> I got something for that too, VW
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> A doll? Hold on. I'll be there in a moment.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Hmmm....
<PM to AnzacPoet from DarkWaveSylveon> Night night!
<irc.dal.net> <Voidwalker> dunno if anything can help my height challenges
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> You do good work in spite of them.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Maybe even because of them.
<irc.dal.net> <AnzacPoet> G'night, you lot.
<irc.dal.net> <Icebox> Good night AnszacPoet.
<irc.dal.net> <Maat> Walk with the winds, Poet.