473/Credit

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Credit
Date of Scene: 03 January 2018
Location: Iacon - Central
Synopsis: Yet another conversation between Hyperdrive and a slightly overenergized Swivel.
Cast of Characters: Swivel, Hyperdrive


This scene takes place immediately after 472/It Isn't Flattery If It's True

Swivel has posed:
    The Red Guardian had almost completely emptied. Springer was gone. Prowl and Pharma were gone. Even the construction workers had also left. All that left was Swivel, slumped forward at her table, her chin resting along the backs of her interlocked fingers. She seems to be staring into space.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is the official designated navigator of the Autobots now it seems. Or at least it might feel that way. But he had originally come in here to get an enertea for Jazz whose class he had later. Instead when he enters, spying no one about, he is about to go to the bar when he notices Swivel. His trajectory changes and the young bot gives a slight smile to the femme, "Can I top ya off or would you like us to call an escort." He says the first as formally as if he worked there before he lightheartedly adds, "Or would ya like me ta be yer escort home? Otherwise I can at least hang out with you fer a bit if ya'd like some company."

Swivel has posed:
Swivel lifts her head and looks around. She knows that voice, even if he is speaking with a touch more refinement than usual. Refinement. Swivel's been painstakingly working on improving her elocution. That's a bittersweet endeavor all on its own. "Oh. Wot brings you bout? Don't ya 'ave classes about now? Or..." Swivel glances around and then turns fully to look at Hyperdrive. "I dun... I dun need an escort." As for company... she doesn't say one way or the other.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Was totally tryin ta bribe my way into Jazz's good side with some enertea and I spotted ya. So I figured you were fair game ta have me pickin on ya. But nah, no classes until later. I was just getting ready so I wouldn't have ta hurry about later and even then the enertea was just a thought. I could bring him some later instead. Whatcha sittin in here all alone fer?"

Swivel has posed:
    "Relaxin'," Swivel responds with a small shrug as she turns again to more comfortably rest her elbows on the table. Blast Off isn't here so he can't complain about it. "If you wish to join me, they do 'ave a few simple energon drinks." Speaking of such, one of the servers comes by and places a dimly glowing beverage in front of her. Swivel says a small reflexive 'thanks' and the server hurriedly walks off. Not the most friendly service. And it's not like anyone is busy. Seems most of the staff are just waiting for their shifts to end, with little to do but other tasks in the upkeep of the place.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive sits down and grins at Swivel. "Well Its nice ta see you relaxin. Been too much stress goin on fer everyone it seems." He looks at the beverage that Swivel is drinking and tilts his head. "So what is it yer drinkin anyway?"

Swivel has posed:
"A Lunar Caustic." Swivel responds. "Flavoured energon, really, rather than engex. Springer's already come and gone and given me more than my fill of engex. And It's so nice and quiet 'ere I dinna wanna leave. But in order to give them reason not ta kick me out, I 'ad to order somethin'." Swivel takes an experimental sip of the drink, mulling over the flavour somewhat. "Got a sour flavour to it, but very subtle. Not bad."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins at the desc. "I dont know...I think fer now just normal rechargin seems ta suit me. Though maybe one of those enerteas would be interesting if I had to order somethin so they don't throw me out. How is Springer doin? Still owes me a sparrin match in the training simulator. "

Swivel has posed:
    "Sparrin' match?" Swivel snickers at the mere thought of it. "Let me know if you ever arrange that. I'd like to see that." Swivel taps the rim of the glass, taking her time to sip away at it. "Springer was in better spirits t'day. Saw 'im chattin' up that server over there..." Swivel takes a moment to locate the server that brought her the drink. "Yeah. That one. Seemed annoyed when 'e came over ta talk to me instead. Wonder why. I mean, at the toim I 'ad a different server, and the two servers were exchangin' some nasty looks. But then 'is shift ended, so now... Roxy. That's it. Roxy is left servin' the stragglers. Which is me. Maybe you. If ya order somethin'."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Well yeah...if he's gonna leave someone ta fight cons, he should at least make sure that they're able ta fight instead of assumming it is gonna be easy guard duty with no battle ahead." He sighs, venting a little, "I'm just glad that the cons didn't get what they wanted and I didnt' end up dead.""

Swivel has posed:
    "You and me both," Swivel responds. "Of course... if it 'ad... er... yeah... um... nevermoind." Whew that was a close one. She was about to start in on one of her drunken revelations that could potentially resurrect some of Hyperdrive's survival guilt. "Prowl was 'ere. Would you believe it? Sittin' in the corner over there talkin' ta some big shot medic." Yup. She's in that chatty mood. But not in a ranting mood.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Ooh another medic? Hopefully the medic isn't gonna come and push Healthpoint around. Healthpoint might be shy and all but her spark is in the right place." Yeah it could totally have been in the wrong place if Hyper hadn't done his duty. Which might be why Hyperdrive has been behaving for the medic. "Must have been the medic's idea. Cause I don't see Prowl out socializin.;"

Swivel has posed:
    "Yeah. It was weird. Very weird..." Swivel murmurs as she continues to run her finger along the rim of her glass, distracted by her own thoughts. After a thoughtful pause she tilts her head. "I wasn't sure wot to say. 'E was introduced as one of the best doctors. And 'e 'eard I was one of the best students." There is another pause. "It isn't flattery if it's true..." Swivel then lifts the drink to her lips. It pauses there a moment. "Prowl isn't a flatterer." Swivel then takes a drink, slipping into a more definite silence, rather than a lingering thoughtful pause.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Are they perhaps bringing in more doctors to study the psycosonorum effects? Maybe there was a secondary reasoning fer the introduction rather than just...pleasantries. Especially with the recent events. Unless that doctor has some other specialty or something. It does seem rather odd ta introduce a medic of high standing with one of the...well I don't want to call you common...soldiers."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel is silent as she listens, and then shrugs. "I was drinkin' with Springer at the toim. Introduction moight 'ave been more aimed at 'im, but it woulda been rude ta ignore me completely." Swivel tilts her head to one side, and then the other. "Psychosonorum is one of the reasons I thought of. I've 'ad a lot of exposure. I'm sure I'm a curiousity in the medical field." Swivel drums her fingers on the table, as her mind is afloat with all kinds of possibilities. "Still... probably readin' more into it than I ought."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "What I don't like is the variability of the effects. Ya can't just say...yup...someone is havin an episode from it cause He does A, B or C....and some of the effects are so mild that they might be seen as just normal reactions ta stuff until BAM...ya got somethin big and yer chances of stoppin things from escalatin end."

Swivel has posed:
    "Then they should just STOP sendin' people into the rifts," Swivel says, nearly spitting her words, her tone getting suddenly very aggressive. With sour notes. Like her drink.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Well I'm hopin that Phantom guy has enough sense NOT ta help Hot Rod get back through like he wants to. I don't know why he's so insistant on trying to get there....something about it being the keyto something. The place STILL scares me..."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel looks steadily at Hyperdrive. "Phantom's insane. No one should trust 'im." Swivel sighs. "I troid ta 'elp 'im... but... 'ard to 'elp someone wot keeps runnin' away. Foin. Most folk dun want my 'elp anyway." Awe. Is someone getting a little passive aggressive?

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive reaches across the table to touch Swivel's hand. "I want yer help....well...at least I want yer friendship. I hope that I don't always need yer help. But I know I'll always need a friend. And while I may not trust Phantom on yer recommendation, I do owe him some fer savin you and Hot Rod...Cause I wasn't gonna be able ta leave without yas and I don't think I was going ta be able ta drag yas out by myself."

Swivel has posed:
    "Owe 'im. Don't owe 'im." Swivel shrugs. "That's yer business. But Phantom's been exposed to psychosonorum more than anyone. Do you see the danger in owin' a madmech a favour?" Swivel leans back in her chair. Which isn't far. It never is with that bouquet of tires sprouting from her back. "Jus' dun think you owe 'im a blank favour 'e kin call in at any toim. That said... I honestly dun mean Phantom any ill. But with everythin' that is gone on, kindness from 'im is loikly just a whim."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive shakes his head, "give me a lil credit. I may not have been put online yesterday. But I have enough sense to limit what I consider owin someone. I reserve such absolute favors ta only certain people and they haven't called them in.

Swivel has posed:
    "Sorry. Yer roight. I dun give enough people the credit their due..." Swivel straightens up. "Guess I'm just protective of you." Swivel finishes off her drink, sliding the empty glass away from herself.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins at Swivel. "And I appreciate how much yer protective of me. And I'm sure I needed it badly before. And I probably still need it now. But I'm learnin ta be careful causa you. Even if ya don't think I'm always payin attention. We got each other's backs. Though I'm sure there are times I'm annoyin."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel brings up a hand, most fingers a curled down, but her index remains mostly extended. Mostly. "Oh no. No no no no. You are astute and I know you pay attention VERY WELL. I 'ave just gotten very used ta folk that never listen and I need ta tell them several toims before they even begin to take a 'int. It's not that I am unaware that you are quick, I'm just not used to it."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Aww that's just my better points. I can be stubborn too. And somewhat manipulative. And at least smart enough ta know that running Inta a portal as I send a message ta prowl made certain he couldn't stop me. I still don't know how I mamaged to survive THAT bit of intelligence on my part."

Swivel has posed:
    "Yes. Well. Everyone's manipulative ter some degree whether they realise it or not." Swivel lifts her chin, crossing her arms over her chest. She'll keep telling herself that to make her feel better. She's still just a little sore about being praised for her aptitude for manipulating people. Yes. Because only Swivel could be sore about praise. "Can we... not talk about you chargin' in 'eroically to safe our afts every other toim we talk? It just remoinds me 'ow frustrated I am that I still kinna remember a thing."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns, "Sorry...I wish you guys did remember. Maybe Hot Rod would see me fer somethin other than a useless cadet." Optics flash darkly. "There are times I wish I was taller, stronger...but then that would mean I'd only be provin their point that only someone like them can be of any use."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel lets out something between a scoff and a hiss. Not really sure what it was supposed to be, but definitely not a pleasant noise. "I loik bein' small. Just sayin'." Swivel shrugs. "It's got not bearin' on whether yer useful or not."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Uh huh...then why are all the leaders so stupidly tall. I know we're supposed to look up to them...but shouldn't be because we want to, not just because we have to?"

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel stares at Hyperdrive for a moment, and then shakes her head, chuckling. Still chuckling, she stands up. "I'm thinkin' I've been 'ere long 'nuff, and I bet I'm gettin' a few pointed stares from staff ta get a move on. Dun need to see 'em. I feel 'em. And YOU probably 'ave a class ta get to. Better get that enertea b'fore you ferget."