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Good Friends
Date of Scene: 26 December 2017
Location: Iacon - Central
Synopsis: Hyperdrive deals with a drunk Swivel. This is somehow Springer's fault.
Cast of Characters: Springer, Swivel, Hyperdrive


Swivel has posed:
    Ah. The Red Guardian. An establishment which attracts a lot of off cuty Autobots, and not just because of its proximity to the Decagon, but also because of several events where enlisted mechs could occasionally get good deals. This was no such day, so it's not overly crowded. They do, however, tend to give very good service to anyone in the Red.

    Swivel had distractedly stopped in rather on a whim. She'd just been out in the street clearing her head with a stroll outside the confines of the Decagon. Normally, Nyon would be her chose for such deeep contemplation, but Healthpoint's strong recommendations were ringing in her audials. She had no missions or potentially treachurous underhanded dealings to attend to, so she instead decided to not leave Iacon without an escort unafflicted by Psychosonorum. And when she saw the sign for the Red Guardian, she abruptly decided perhaps a small drink of engex might help her think. Or help her not think. She wasn't sure which was more desirable.

Springer has posed:
    Springer is already in the Red Guardian. He sits with a strong drink, looking down at the bar. His massive shoulders are slumped forward, hiding his face to anyone not directly in front of him. His armor is pretty banged up, although he's at least not leaking energon. After a moment he picks up his drink and knocks it back, consuming it in one shot. He sets the container down heavily and motions for another -- not for the first time.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive isn't tailing Swivel. Nope, but with him having to stay close to Iacon and all he can't just go running out to find other things to do. Instead, he sees Swivel go into the bar and after waiting a few moments, not-follows her in. Of course his luck he'll run into swivel, but he did try at least to wait before following.

Swivel has posed:
It doesn't take long for Swivel to pick out Springer from the spattering of patrons. And those slumped shoulders and banged armour. Immediately the opposing urges to approach and to leave him be take hold, leaving Swivel plastered to the spot in indecision. It's been a while since she saw her combat instructor. Heck. Not since she'd graduated. Tentatively, though, hoping to not have mistaken the good humoured nature he'd shown her a few times as false, she approaches, scrambling up on a seat next to him. "Brave Sir Punchy!" She greets with an enthusiasm and mimrth that belies the gloom that's taken hold of her for... well... some time now. Which is what Hyperdrive sees when he enters - perky Swivel as opposed to broody Swivel. Oh. And that guy that left him to the mercy of seekers on the train job.

Springer has posed:
    Springer glances sideways, and for just a flash, Swivel can see the weary scowl that had settled heavily across Springer's banged-up silver face. As recognition brightens Springer's optics, however, his entire demeanor undergoes a rapid, near-instantaneous change. He sits up so quickly his endoskeleton cracks loudly from the sudden movement after so long hunched over staring at his drink. His expression breaks into a broad grin. "Swivel!" he says brightly. "PRIVATE Swivel," he corrects emphatically. "How are you?" He motions for the barkeep to get her a drink on him.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive doesn't bump into Swivel. Nope, he does follow her and makes a face when he sees Springer. At first it might have been annoyance but once he realizes what shape Springer is in, any grumble he might have had disappears. Instead he moves a little closer, trying to hear what they're talking about without interrupting the conversation if he an.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel's keen powers of observation catches that weary scowl, but it's not terribly surprising. They are fighting a war, after all. Weary scowls are commonplace. Swivel has worn a few herself in recent times. Well. The weary part. Not so much the scowl. She'd tried scowling at herself in the mirror and nearly burst out laughing at the pathetic attempt. She'll just stick to intense glares and meaningful stares.

    "Ah yeah, guess we 'ave not really talked since I passed my exam." With flying colours, apparently. Which Swivel still regards with some disbelief. Swivel leans back when a drink is set down in front of her and she eyes it. It's also been a while since she had anything that wasn't cheap and weak in the engex department. Well. Other than that stolen drink of wine. "Though I probably would 'ave failed if a foight was part of the practical and been a shame and embarrassment to all yer 'ard effort." Swivel smiles. Self deprecating as usual.
    There's a familiar set of footsteps that manage to prickle Swivel's audial sensors, despite the din of the rest of the bar. She does not respond to it, though. Yet.

Springer has posed:
    Springer ignores Hyperdrive for now, focusing his attention on Swivel. By now his more usual cocky grin is firmly in place. "Well, we'll have to just start up your training again, if you're interested. I can't have one of my former students embarrassing me in combat." He takes a sip of his refreshed drink. "After all, I'm quite capable of embarrassing myself well enough on my own," he laughs, finally stealing a knowing glance at Hyperdrive.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins at the comment since its kinda aimed in his direction. He slinks closer and offers, "Well I tried ta make up fer it. I'm just glad that there was a forcefield and lack of manueverability in the train ta keep them from just grabbin stuff and flyin off sir...Nice ta see you again. Though ya kinda look like you were practicin hand ta hand combat with a guardian robot."

Swivel has posed:
    There is a pause and Swivel cants her head to one side. WHile she has a hard time imagining Springer embarrassing himself on the field, she's sure it happens. After all, everyone is capable of mistakes. Swivel just hopes most of them ARE just embarrassments and not downright tragic. Swivel catches Springer's brief glance to Hyperdrive and also looks at him, not surprised to see him there. Sometimes she wonders if the mech is her shadow.
    "Well, luckily I've not 'ad the opportunity ta embarrass myself or my trainer in the field. Mostly been on patrols and surveying. Which suits me foin." Swivel pauses. "I wun deny I'm appre'ensive about when I'll be in a real fight. But a dashing mech once told me that bravery isn't being unafraid but ding stuff despite being scared. Well. Somethin' loik that." Swivel takes a sip of her drink. It's a slow, deliberate gesture as she eyes Springer.

Springer has posed:
    "Yeah, I'm sorry to leave you hangin'," Springer apologizes to Hyperdrive with chagrin. "Sounds like you handled yourself well, though, considering the situation." He glances at Swivel and smiles as she quotes back some of his hard-scrabble wisdom at him. He settles back on his stool, tension slowly fading from his frame as he visibly relaxes in the company of his fellow Autobots. Turning to Swivel, he replies, "I'm sure you'll handle yourself admirably as well. You're smart under pressure," he asserts.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive shrugs "It wasn't so bad. Just Really scary. Forcefield helped and afterward I found out that some of the stuff I defended went on ta be of even more use ta the bots. I was really surprised ta have somethin I did turn out ta be important. You'll have ta meat Healthpoint if ha haven't yet." He doesn't add how much it meant to him at the time with how bad things were.

Swivel has posed:
Ah yes. The train job. Swivel tilts her head, though, at Hyperdrive's bizarre leap to mentioning Healthpoint. While some of his ramblings are long and weighted with unnecessary information, they rarely are quite so non-sequitur. She fixes Hyperdrive with a very brief but mildly suspicious glance. She then glances back at Springer, genuinely gratified to see him beginning to relax somewhat. Desite his battered and worn out appearance, she gives him an affectionate and pathetica punch to one of his this upper arms.
    "Don't overestimate me! Else I'll be doomed ta disappoint ya." Swivel then fixes Hyperdrive with another look. "And trainin' simulators 'ardly count as proof of wot I'm capable of."

Springer has posed:
    Springer grins, taking another drink while finally feeling at ease. Cycle after grinding cycle he's been in the field, but now he's finally getting a break to relax with friendly faces. Of course, it doesn't last, as Springer gets a call -- it's another emergency, like every night. He sighs, and buys another round for Hyperdrive and Swivel. "No rest for the wicked, right?" He shrugs his massive shoulders, and then reluctantly heads out, giving each of them a friendly salute.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns as Springer leaves. "Is it me or did he look terrible. SOmetimes wish this stupid fightin would be over and people can go back ta complainin about other stuff fer once.;

Swivel has posed:
Swivel says her goodbye in good humour to the big green mech. It was a pleasant diversion, and a relief to see that she didn't add to his aggravation but may have relieved some of it. She hopes. Maybe. Or perhaps he's just as good at hiding as she's been forced to become.
    SPeaking of hiding, Swivel doesn't try to hide the sadness that almost immediately frames her optics when Hyperdrive mentions the fighting stopping. She looks down at her drink, both hands gripping it. "Yeah... you've got no idea 'ow eager I am for this war to end." Well. Hyperdrive probably does, but it's just an expression.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive gives Swivel a faint smile. "Ya looked a bit preoccupied when you went in here..figured I'd come say hi but then there was Springer. Hope yer doin okay?"

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel looks at her drink. Correction. Drinks. Another round is set down, one for Swivel and one for Hyperdrive. Springer had several times insists his trainees need to be able to hold their engex. Which is something that made her squirm more than the combat training. She took such careful care to not get drunk... at least not in public. She also looks at Hyperdrive who was also sworn off drunkeness due to what happened to his friends. But Swivel's history of starvation and desperation compels her to let nothing go to waste. She watches Hyperdrive for a moment, wondering if he'll drink his or not.
    "I'm not okay. But I'm not bad off either. Jus' proccessin'." Swivel downs the rest of her current drink, setting down the glass and eyeing her second drink. It is there. Waiting.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive makes a slight face at the drink. He isn't really sure what to do about it yet and just tries to keep on Swivel. "Thinkin can be good and bad it seems. Been doin alot of it myself. Never really thought of myself as a thinker though."

Swivel has posed:
    "Well did you ever really think of yerself as anythin' before? I mean, you've indicated OFTEN that you've not been 'round long. Moight not 'ave 'ad toim ta think on whether yer a thinker or not." Swivel speaks, but keeps eyeing not just her drink, but Hyperdrive's. She tentatively reaches for her second drink and takes a small sip. "Wot I mean is.. I mean... other'n 'ang 'round yer friends, wot did you even DO before joinin' Jus' 'ang out 'n live offa their kindness?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns now. He looks down and away as he tries to figure how to answer her question. "I...never needed anythin really. I think I helped pay with whatever was made while I did my jugglin and stuff for Taps and Barreler's friends. It never came up and I never thought ta ask....had what I needed. And I had my friends. Did things ta make them laugh and all."

Swivel has posed:
Swivel's not sure what possessed her to ask such a question. She herself hadn't thought much about it before. But it suddenly seemed relevant. But seeing Hyperdrive's discomfort made it suddenly seem irrelevant again. She eyes her drinks suspiciously. Just blame it on the engex and move on. "I... see..." is all Swivel can think of to say rather than ask probative questions or air assumptions.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive wrings his hands a little. "I...I don't really know much about what happened before and don't know why I never thought ta ask. There was always enough fer everyone and I think that's why it didn't matter. Maybe that's part of why they joined." He is still trying to think about what she said.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel is quiet for a moment or two. She's struggled and starved and subjected herself to degradation just to get by. Just being cared for is not something Swivel has really experienced. But... the truth was, she had an opportunity. And she declined. "Part of why they joined? Fer... security of energon 'n shelter?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "They lost everythin when the buildin came down with us in it. Not sure what all was lost and all. I just remember my forcefield givin us a chance ta not be crushed and then havin ta wait ta be rescued and all." He definately isn't used to thinking so much about the past which is why it is so easy to be cheerful normally. They were grateful too that they were saved by the bots.""

Swivel has posed:
Swivel leans back, a contemplative look crossing her features. "Well they probably jus' 'ad some decent jobs if they could afford ta take care of you... with only minimal contribution on yer end. I mean. Yeah. If you were their friend, 'en, of course they'd...." Swivel sighs. "But 'ow did you get to be their friend in the first place? Enough to be taken in? Unless they were already 'eavily involved in charity. I mean, that's very loikly. Plenty o' charities out there, and jus' generous folk." There is another pause. "I jus' 'ave a 'ard toim imaginin' not 'avin' to work 'ard jus' ta survoive."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive stands there looking a bit distressed as he tries to figure out what exactly HAD been going on before. The assortment of skills he had to begin with definately had an oddness to it when one looked at it. He had a forcefield which was decidedly outlier considering he had nothing he was doing that required a forcefield other than an uncanny ability to hit things and make his little explosives. And then there was that fight with Hot Rod. How the slag had he taken on Hot Rod without the flashy mech being able to really get a bead on him. He kept trying to blame it on the psychosenorum. "Maybe I was just lucky...I don't know. I coulda ended up in alot worse places..."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel can see this is making Hyperdrive uneasy. "Dun worry much about it. Wot matters is wot you make of yourself, I suppose." ALthough she does believe knowing where ne has been is important in understanding which way to go. But it might not apply here. "And you do seem lucky. Other'n wot 'appened ter yer friends..." Swivel knows she is treading dangerous waters here, "...ya seem to avoid th'worst of things." She pauses. "SOme folk 'ave indicated that my luck runs in the other direction. But I'm still standin' so I dunno wot they are on about." Of course, one could argue some of her bad luck IS the fact that she's forced to live with all the misfortune that piles around her. Fortunately she has not come to think that way just yet.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive smiles faintly "Lucky enough ta have met you. And sometimes luck is seeing the chance ta grab the objective before anyone else realizes what's goin on. If my luck is what saved you and Hot Rod, then I'm glad I had it. All I know is I want ta make sure that I keep helpin those around me rather than just bein on the sidelines. And yes I'm gonna try and do it the right way...when I can.:"

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel continues to listen. "Well... I guess I am lucky, also, to 'ave met you. For as much stress you've given me, it's pulled me along a good path." Swivel hesitates. "I think... we ultimately 'ave been 'elpin' each other. I was losin' faith in a lot when you came around."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins now. "Well...that was the deal. We help each other and be there fer each other. And so far I've not regretted it. I know I can be impulsive but I'm tryin ta balance it like you were showin me. Sometimes the world seems ta be so mean and all...and all you have left is ta keep lookin out fer the little things that make things better. Even if the little things are certain purple optic'd minibots.:

Swivel has posed:
    There's the unnease again. "I...." Swivel grabs her second drink and downs it abruptly. She slams the glass down enough to make a clatter, but not enough to break it. SHe then peers at Hyperdrive, one optics much more narrowed than the other. She holds this stare for a moment, somewhat sour faced and grimacing from the engex, before she can relax her features somewhat. "Yeah. Important thing is ta never stop looking... and not stop and focus everything on certain purple optic'd minibots."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I don't focus EVERYTHIN on ya...Yer pic on the wall only takes up a small section. The dart board with Hot Rod's pic takes up alot more space." He smirks a little and sighs, "That and if I don't pass my classes yer gonna kill me after Jazz does terrible things ta me.""

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel smirks in spite of herself. There were times she entertained how wonderful it would be to be someone's very reason for living. But with Hyperdrive treading perilously close, it suddenly has lost its appeal. Instead it just fills her with fear. "Terrible things? I doubt it." Not as bad as... Swivel shudders. She's also suddenly feeling tired from all the dead ends she's met with in trying to move her little investigation forward.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Have ya seen his face when he's disappointed in ya? I can't imagine what full on angry with ya is. And that's after him being all cheerful and then frownin at me fer hittin the tea off his head." He makes a face. "At least when I'm facin Prowl I just have ta keep logical about my arguement. What's scary is...I think I got through ta him when you were unconscious. I was sure he was gonna brig me or somethin but I just carefully stated my reasonin fer followin ya and that I understood what danger I was in and why I should be punished and how stupid it would be ta expect things ta turn out like that again and that some idiot is probably gonna get killed tryin ta emulate me."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel studies Hyperdrive for a long moment. "If ya think fer one moment ya 'got through' ta Prowl... think again." Swivel shakes her head and leans back. She's finally glancing at Hyperdrive's untouched drink and grabs it, but doesn't start drinking right away. "I'm not worried 'bout Jazz jus' yet other'n worryin' 'bout my prospects if I disappoint 'im." Swivel's far more certain Prowl is more likely to completely destroy her. If she doesn't destroy herself first.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins. "Oh I don't trust nothin around Prowl...he seems ta be 30 steps ahead even before we start playin the game. But I'm also not in the brig even though I disobeyed him. I'm just really super glad I did what I said I was gonna do when I radio'd him. Which probably doesn't help in punishin me."

Swivel has posed:
Swivel is silent. Then she leans forward. "I've never 'eard of 'Ot Rod gettin' brigged. 'N 'e deserves it." She then leans back again. "Prowl usually doles out more useful punishments. Loik punitive chores 'n wotnot. 'N the knowledge 'e kin use it against you at any given toim."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive nods. "Well all I know is right now I don't want anyone ta be mad at me fer anythin else." He sighs. "You and Hot Rod are safe....mostly. And I'm catchin up on my classes. Not sure how many more classes are needed fer me ta get my testin and stuff. But I'm already rereading some of the chapters ta make sure I understand them right."

Swivel has posed:
    Safe. There is a sinking feeling in Swivel's fuel pump when he refers to her and Hot Rod as safe. But she does not wish to alarm him any further than she already has. Swivel idly runs her finger along the rim of the third drink. "Yes. You keep on top of her classes. See if ya kin even get a'ead in case ya end up in a situation that'd force ya ter fall be'ind."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Oh in case you and Hot Rod decide ta go play again? Yeah...let's NOT repeat that scenario...but yeah I'm doin my best with the readin stuff and all. I need ta get into the trainin room and implement some of the skills and stuff that they're talkin about in the books. Also I want to try some of the different weapons ta see if I have any other strange useless talents."

Swivel has posed:
    "I..." need to track down Hot Rod and have a futile talk with him. But Swivel decides not to say this. Instead she says, "...think that's a good idea. Though I'm not sure 'ow useless yer talents are. If yer referrin' to jugglin', nothing bad about being coordinated." Swivel finally begins to down the third drink. THe thought of anything going to waste just eats at her. It's been a LONG time since she broke her two drink rule.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I still remember jugglin and those bullies comin up about me playin with toys. I threw one in the air, and then I flashbanged them. It was rather hilarious to me. I'm just really really thankful that Hammerstrike showed up when he did. Or I'd probably have been in trouble."

Swivel has posed:
    "The version I 'eard was that Prowl showed up and straightened everythin' out," Swivel responds. Slurp. Okay. It's not so bad breaking this rule. She doesn't seem to be blacking out or anything.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Yeah but Hammerstrike showed up first and distracted them from doin too much more in the way of damage ta me. Prowl just made them never wanna do anythin bad ever again in their lives." He grins and glances at Swivel. "So what do you have planned fer tonight?"

Swivel has posed:
     Swivel listens. The question about what her plans are is completely overruled as her mind latches on to Prowl. He just won't butt out, will he? Popping up in the conversation all over the place. But then, she's the one who brought him up this time, isn't she? "Prowl..." Swivel begins to say. She brings up a hand, pointing her index finger into the air. "Prowl 'as a way of makin folks never wanna do anythin' again. But those doorknob cadets prolly dun 'ave a clue why. No idea wot coo be worse. You moight not iff'n b'ware why 'e is so scary. 'E is scary. Very scary. All the secrets 'n conspirin' 'n wotever it takes attitude 'n fixin' everythin' b'ind the scenes 'n weapons o' mass destruction 'n assassinations.... it was a 'armless 'ostage. But nooooo Prowl decided killin' summin' innocent in Tarn 'n pinnin' it on th'cons some'ow is all foin 'coz numbers and estimates 'n all 'is figures that 'mount to nothin' in the end." Okkkay less Engex for this one.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive listens to Swivel and frowns. He pulls out a data pad that starts beeping after he hits a button. It's hit again and he puts it away "Aw crud...we're gonna be late. We better get back before we have to write another report on societal conspiracies ta make up fer being late ta give this one." He grins and takes Swivel by the arm to 'gently' lead her out. "Though I still think that havin the cause of the war be because someone stole Jazz's enertea would make fer alot more interestin debate."

Swivel has posed:
Swivel peers curiously at Hyperdrive's datapad for a moment or two. And when he starts talking, she narrows her optics shrewdly, peering at him over the glass as she drains the last one of its contents. She then sets it down, resisting when he grabs her arm. "WE aren't late fer anythin'." Swivel responds stubbornly. "I'm not a cadet." She frowns and glances at the empty glass. She's done her duty and stopped waste. Although she resisted his attempt to gently guide her away she stands up abruptly. "Wot, you think I'm drunk 'n therefor daft? You gotta 'andle me b'fore I make a scene? EH?" Swivel places her hands on the table and then leans closer to Hyperdrive, her face scrunched up into a comical excuse for a scowl. "THink a few drinks'll addle me? Leave me woid open ter a few suggestions?" She sounds as though she's working herself into a drunk rage. But then she pulls back. "Well thanks... I think."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks at Swivel, concern evident on his features, "I just don't want ya gettin in trouble fer sayin things ya might not normally say if ya weren't annoyed with people and havin enjoyed the drinks from Springer. Luckily yer accent gets even more interestin and I doubt anyone who doesn't hang around ya can figure what yer yammerin on about but I'd still rather listen ta yer commentary from the safety of the barracks. Yer my friend remember. And that means helpin ya no matter what...even if you don't think I'm actually helpin."

Swivel has posed:
     Swivel tilts her head, peering at Hyperdrive, but then begins laughing. She reaches over, patting him on the arm. "Dun worry, dun worry, I got all that. I was jus' playin'. I'm not mad." About this. She's mad about so many other things. "I realized roight affer that 'ole spiel I shoona said any o' that. Thanks fer lookin' out fer me. But I'm not THAT drunk. Just a bit inebriated." Swivel begins to head to the door, seeming to keep one foot in front of the other fairly well. "C'mon. Last thing I need is t'expose myself."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive smiles a little, "As I said yer my friend and if I gotta put up with you protectin me andhelpin me thanya gotta put up with the same" He follows Swivel ready to catch her if he needs." He looks at swivel. "considerin Id be probably slurrin atter one of those."

Swivel has posed:
Swivel holds up a hand. "Springer never ever let's me order th'weak stuff's... been... workin' on it." Swivel explains as she saunters out of the bar. She occasionally drags one of her feet a bit, and leans a bit to one side on occasion but seems to still be sturdy on her feet. "'N dun worry, I 'ent gunna transform affer drinkin'. I usually don't. I know wot I'm about. I obey the rules. Yanno? Except when I don't. And I know that's bad. Bad Swivel."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is completely willing to play catch if he has to. "I know. But I just don't wanna take any chances especially if I can nip things before they become a problem. Yer biggest mistake was lettin me consider you my friend. Cause I'm gonna be there fer ya and try and do things you don't want me to in order to make sure yer okay in the end."

Swivel has posed:
"That's wot good friends do. They do things even ya dun loik to make sure yer okay. That's wot folk tell me anyway." Swivel is out the door and beginning to walk down the street towards the Decagon, but she keeps rambling to Hyperdrive. "Why's 'Ot Rod wanted y'away from me. Why Blurr stunned 'n kidnapped me that one toim. 'N why I am a terrible friend 'coz I jus' wanna support folk 'n avoid 'em bein' mad at me but they get mad anyways so I dunno why I bother. I got told so. That I'm a bad friend b'cause I 'ent willin' ta risk my friendship fer the greater good. Of all folk... Prowl was givin' me... wait I was gunna not talk 'bout 'im..."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Ya Bother cause yer a good friend. And I'm gonna keep doin my best to make ya happy with my progress so when I have ta do somethin stupid, ya won't be so mad. Though I'm not sure why I'm such a bad person fer you ta be around in Hot Rod's optics. And what makes the greater good so great if ya gotta risk yer friendships. Now if I had ta risk myself fer the greater good and fer my friends, I'm pretty sure I could do that."

Swivel has posed:
Swivel keeps glancing at the street traffic warily was she walks, but has yet to show any danger of stepping out into trouble. A few times she wobbles lightly or shuffles a bit, and her gait isn't terribly graceful, but she seems more or less in command of her large motor functions. "Yes well..." Swivel frowns. "I 'ad lotsa friends on both soids. Each kept tellin' me ta stay 'way from th'others. Not fun 'avin' friends tryna kill each other on a regular basis..." Swivel snorts softly. "'Ot Rod needs ta be needed. An' if I got this devoted loyal l'il sidekick ta turn to... why would I turn t'im? Both BLurr 'n 'Ot Rod are prolly threatened by ya b'coz ya change the quatus sto. Status quo. Wotever. They know they're jerks ta me, but 'eh, I kinna expect anythin' better 'coz the world is fulla jerks 'n there is a war. They kin treat me badly all they want 'n I'll come runnin' back to them 'coz I 'ent got nobody else. And I'm a trouble magnet. I'll always need summin's 'elp. They want me ta be independent, but I dun think they really do. Then you show up 'n are much too much loik me. Got my ideals they been tryna break down... okay Blurr's the break downer. 'E does want me able ter fend fer m'self so 'e dun 'ave ta worry 'bout me. But 'Ot Rod? I'm ona the few things left affet 'e blew up Nyon. I'm a relic. 'Is shiny little relic 'e gotta keep safe t'remind 'imself 'ow much 'e 'ates 'imself."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks at Swivel angrily, "Who's this devoted lil sidekick....yer supposed ta be hangin with me!" But then he quickly grins, "Its okay, but I hope ya don't mind me not treatin ya like a baubil or like a trouble magnet. Yer much more handy as someone ta talk ta and help try and reason some sense inta me than anythin else. Ya know?" He makes a face. "As fer me bein a devoted lil sidekick...I can't help my size...maybe other than ta get some extensions fer my feet ta be a lil bit taller. And devoted? Well ya kinda helped save my life and then I kinda saved yers, so it seems like a mutually beneficial existance fer us. And sidekick...well if they pay more attention ta you than I can blindside them if I need ta. Or at least have yer back if ya find yerself surrounded either by the negative nuts-n-bolts or by anyon wantin ta hurt ya. So overall guess I can't argue with their assessment of me."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel pauses at a designated crossing area for foot traffic. She needs to get across if she wants to make it to the Decagon. Although she's unihibited in speaking her mind, she does seem to be still capable of sound judgment when it comes to observing safety rules and regulations. She keeps looking side to side was cars whizz by. "We kin take turns sidekickin' 'pendin' on stuff." Swivel remarks, not deviating her gaze from the street. When it's safe to do so she steps into the street. "'N I 'preciate not bein' treated loik a bauble. 'N dun get me wrong. 'Ot Rod 'n Blurr care lots 'bout me. They jus' 'ave their own frustratin' way of showin' it. There's nuthin' 'Ot Rod woona do fer me... 'cept be reasonable. Oh an' repeat any o' this drunk ramblin' ter another soul 'n... I'll prolly just cry."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive acks, "No...don't cry. I think I'd rather you kill me or at least smack me upside the head if I talked. And Besides...if I ever told anyone what you said...then ya wouldn't talk ta me and if you really needed someone ta talk ta, I'd not be doin my part as a good friend. And I know Hot Rod and Blurr care fer ya...that's why they haven't had paintbombs left that their dwellings. But its really annoyin ta try and convince people that yer not tryin ta kill their friend."

Swivel has posed:
"Ya got it. Not much more worth sayin'." Swivel says when Hyperdrive explains the natural consequences of betraying her confidences. She makes it across the street safely and starts heading for the Decagon. "It's really annoyin' tryna convince yer friends notta kill each other..." Swivel looks at the building. "I think I kin make my way safely t'ther barracks from 'ere... 'n mebbe I'll be less loikly ta say somethin' worse 'en I 'ave already if ya dun come with me. I'll jus' brood in drunken silence instead." Yeah. Because Swivel is such a brooder.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive chuckles softly, "I don't mind listenin and I promise ta not blab my mouth off. But either way I'll slip off ta go study some more amd let ya not be stuck with the cadet escort"

Swivel has posed:
"Of course ya dun moind me talkin'! Iffin you dun blab wot I said ye kin use wot I've said 'gaints others. I jus' gave ya a lotter nasty ammo 'n will prolly shame myself 'en I'm sober." Swivel responds. She however picks up her pace to a brisk shuffle to avoid saying anymore.