492/State of Mind

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State of Mind
Date of Scene: 11 February 2018
Location: Iacon - West
Synopsis: Hot Rod shows up after a prolonged absence - seriously in denial.
Cast of Characters: Swivel, Hot Rod, Hyperdrive


Swivel has posed:
    There were very few reasons for Swivel to ever head into West Iacon. But she'd had some personal business to attend to, meeting up with an previous co-worker from her courier days. And they'd insisted on meeting in some small energon cafe there. However, with that rendezvous concluded, she had set to meandering back to Iacon central on foot, taking an indirect route. She had the time, and walking in the relatively still evening helped clear her mind.

Hot Rod has posed:
And who else might happen to surprise her, other than the former Nyonian rebel who'd been missing for the past few weeks. The young flameo's engines can be heard revving from a good distance off -- Swivel might even recognize the sound of him before she sees him. He careens onto the street she's walking down, churning up a cloud of dust before coming to a screeching halt. "Hey! Hey you!" he yells. Like, of course she hadn't noticed him yet, right?!

Swivel has posed:
    The engines were indeed familiar, and Swivel stops. For a moment she tells herself not to turn arund. A few times she'd almost thought she'd heard those same ones, but turned to see someone else. And each time she could not tell is she was relieved of disappointed. Swivel was just about to keep moving on when it got closer and more decidedly sounding like Hot Rod. And to remove any doubt, the voice is unmistakable. Swivel turns towards the brightly painted vehicle, optics wide.

Hot Rod has posed:
He almost runs her over again, but this time she'll be able to tell it was unintentional. Well, partially, at least. Anyhow, his demeanor isn't anything like the last time she saw him. "I've been running all over Iacon looking for you," he says, "where the hell have you been?" he asks, as if he himself hasn't been AWOL for the past few weeks.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel hops back reflexively, not entirely sure what to expect. However, it's a relief he's yelling at her rather than just silently attacking her. Swivel's optic ridges shoot up. "Lookin' fer me? I'm jus' surproised ta see you in Iacon at all. Relieved, but surproised. Where've you been?"

Hot Rod has posed:
"Surprised? Ha!" He scoffs, then pauses. "Were you trying to kill me or something?" he asks very suddenly, without answering the question she'd asked him earlier.

But at least he seems to have gained his sanity back. If.. he really ever had any to begin with, however, this kind of behavior can be attributed as 'normal' for someone like Hot Rod.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel stares at Hot Rod for a moment longer. She glances side to side, and then peers at Hot Rod. "Um..." She tilts her head to the side. "When?"

Hot Rod has posed:
He grumbles, sounding annoyed. "Aw, come /on/! Don't play stupid. I /know/ you know exactly 'when' I was talking about. There's only been /one/ time. Because it isn't exactly normal for you to try to kill me. I think. At least I think that's what you were trying to do."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel dips her chin, peering at the brightly painted vehicle a moment longer. She peers up and down the street before looking back at the Nyonian rebel for a moment longer in perplexed silence. "Wot... in the rift?"

Hot Rod has posed:
"Okay, so there was that time, but I'm pretty sure I know why you were trying to .. well, I don't know what you were trying to do exactly, but I know why. I'm talking about after. And don't act like you forgot or something. Because I /know/ you didn't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have acted all scared just now."

Swivel has posed:
"Ooooooooh!" Swivel responds, as if she'd just figured something out. She taps the side of her helmet. "Ya mean when /hyou/ tried ta kill me first. Is /that/ wot you are talkin' about?" Swivel crosses her arms over her chest, arching an optic ridge and peering at him.

Hot Rod has posed:
There's an audible pause. "No I'm pretty sure -- Actually I'm positive that you were the one who attacked /me/ first!" he retorts. Notice he doesn't say that she tried to kill him first. It may occur to Swivel, that there is something Hot Rod doesn't want to admit, or is consciously ignoring because of his bloated ego.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel brings up a hand, pointin her finger skyward and wagging it ever so slightly. She silently considers the situation for a moment or two. "Well, yeah, I was tried to arrest you. But you were too much for me to 'andle." Swivel puts her palms out and takes a step back. "I never triedd t'kill you. I kinda prefer you aloive."

Hot Rod has posed:
"I think your cerebral circuitry is a twisted mess," he quickly adds, dutifully ignoring her comments. "It's all that stuff from that other place," he says, "you've been there too many times -- and being so small, you must be especially vulnerable." But he doesn't sound terribly confident, and it won't be hard for Swivel to conclude that Hot Rod just doesn't want anyone, including himself, to think that there's anything wrong with him.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel drops her hands to her sides. "Well, that's possible. But..." Swivel sighs. She finally puts her hands on her hips. She doubts she could really take him down if she upset him. But... letting him deny that there is a problem isn't exactly kind. "...You weren't actin' loik yerself either. I know /I/ was in my roight mind because I kin /remember/ that foight. When I go loopy from the gas, I black out completely." Swivel tentatively takes a step closer.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive arrives at Iacon and transforms. He'd like to make sure ALL the glitter is off and out of him before he gets back to his quarters. Luckily nearly all of it has come off except for an exceedingly annoying spot on his foot where he apparently didn't spray enough, and in a few of the cracks. He takes a step before shaking his foot, trying to get the glitter to stop sticking to him. A wry expression is on his face as he thinks of the peole NOT fortunate enough to only have a foot with glitter on it.

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod doesn't acknowledge Hyperdrive's presence for the time being. He goes into reverse for a moment, backing away from Swivel. He pauses before replying, "... I'm fine. I mean, I remember everything just fine."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel stops short when he begins backing away, putting her hands out again in a placating manner. "Well ya seem ta be foin now. But... alroight. If I troid ta kill ya, if you really believe that, why did ya come lookin' fer me? Revenge? An explanation? Wot?" Obviously, he isn't, but he's at least not running her down. So it's an improvement at any rate.
    While casting a glance around, Swivel notices Hyperdrive. As discretely as possible she tightbeams him. <<Pssssst. 'Ot Rod is back. Moight need yer 'elp - but not sure yet. So dun make any sudden movements, just turn 'n look further down the street.>>

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive opens up a compartment on his arm and shakes out some glitter as well as another panel on his leg. He takes a few more steps closer to the pair but then has to stop and shake the other leg some more. He tightbeams back. <<I see yas...ummm does bouncin around count as sudden movements? I'm kinda tryin ta get some stuff off me from the last mission so as not to remind Prowl OF that last mission in case he watches the news from the area that the last mission occured...>>

Hot Rod has posed:
Clearly, he isn't looking for revenge -- at least, so far it doesn't seem that way. He doesn't respond right away, though. "Well, yeah, I guess I was hoping you were continuing to get.. therapy? Or I don't know. Something to treat whatever it is that's affecting you. I mean, you are, right? I just figured you weren't in your right mind."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel tries not to stare too hard at Hyperdrive as he... shakes out glitter? She will have to ask later. <<I... think yer foin. I'm just going to try and keep talking to 'im 'n try 'n get 'im to come back to the Decagon.>> Instead she tries to keep her focus on Hot Rod for the time being. "Oh, well... uh, been bounced around therapists lately but uh... nevermoind that. I go in fer regular check-ups and 'ead scans." Swovel does her best not to fidget as her mind snaps to other worries for a moment. She forces herself back to the present. "They're workin on a way of counteractin' the effects. I'm optimistic." Swivel once again takes a few steps closer to the vehicle. "It moight 'elp my case, though, if you'd go back to medical 'n let then run some tests on you as well. You know. For comparison with someone 'o kin shrug off the effects so well."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive eyes the pair out of the corner of his optics while getting to where he's not dropping glitter everywhere. He starts walking a bit more normally, aiming ahead but not directly at the pair. <<Is there anything I can do to help? I hate seeing him run away from me. Hopefully he wasn't close to Washer.<<

Hot Rod has posed:
Seeing Hyperdrive approach seems to put Hot Rod on edge. "Okay good," he says brusquely, "you keep... doing that. Don't miss any of those checkups and scans." He continues to reverse, headlights blinking. "Look, I don't have time for that," he says, "plus, I really doubt they'll find anything useful." A pause. "I need a drink. I'm going to head back to the Decagon after that. You.. take care of yourself, okay?"

Swivel has posed:
    <<Eeeeeeeh I dun see Washer 'n 'im as bein' in the same sorter circles if ya get my drift.>> Swivel responds. <<He'll probably scoot off, though, since I mentioned medical. And.... oh - 'e didn't bolt. I'm astonished.>> However, Swivel keeps the astonishment out of her expression. Instead she smiles. Swivel glances over at Hyperdrive, and then back to Hot Rod. "I'd join you but... ah, I've got things to do. I.... 'ope to see you back at the Decagon. Soon. I was..." worried. No. Expressing concern would do not good. "...gunna talk to you about somethin' but it kin wait." Possibly for Hot Rod to finish time in the brig. Because, she doubts Prowl is going to forget his behavious so quickly. But she keeps this to herself.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive keeps his approach slow to allow Hot Rod to escape if he needs to. But at least he can offer Swivel a travel buddy back to the decagon. <<gotcha, I'll just make sure I'm not in his way as he leaves. I look horrible with tire treads on me.>>

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod sighs. "If you're going to try to convince me to do something I don't want to do, you should probably just save your processors the strain. It's not going to work -- by now you should know that it never does." His headlights blink again, and he does a donut in the middle of the street, before heading off towards the Decagon. And just like that, he's gone. At least he doesn't run over Hyperdrive.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel puts out her hand and steps forward as if to object to something Hot Rod said, but then stops herself abruptly. By the time her thoughts are in order, he is gone. Slowly, she curls her stretched out fingers into a small fist, which then goes to her side. She stares off to where Hot Rod sped off to. She doesn't say anything, but doesn't do anything to ward off Hyperdrive.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns a little and moves toward Swivel. "I can walk ya back if ya like....sorry he didn't listen ta ya." He offers her a slight grin before catching sight of another bit of glitter and flicking it off his arm.

Swivel has posed:
When Swivel turns around, and rather than some forlorn or frustrated expression, she is smiling. "Truth is... I'd be alarmed if 'e did. I'm just relieved 'e seems to be alroight." She knows better. But she keeps those apprehensions to herself. "At least 'e is actin' loik 'imself again." Swivel puts her hands behind her back and begins to head back towards Iacon Central. "Of course, I'll be glad fer ya ta walk with me."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive smiles faintly and moves to walk besides her. "Yeah I don't like seein you hurt because yer worried about him. Hopefully things will settle fer everyone. And hey...least Blurr made it back alive."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel casts Hyperdrive a side glance when he mentions Blurr getting back alive. "Oh, I think PLENTY of people are glad 'e is still aloive." Just not... certain other people she knows. Person. Whatever. And again her mind begins to speed towards unpleasant inevitabilities. "So. Are yer peers still givin' you much trouble?" Abrupt topic change for the win!

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns, "Enough trouble that they offered to throw blurr a "It was nice knowin ya' party. WHich is why I don't bother bein around any of them if I can help it

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel snorts out the start of a snicker before she catches herself, forcing on a sympathetic frown instead. Well. Trying to be sympathetic. "That's kinda awful." Swivel remarks as she walks along the street, somewhat relieved that there isn't a lot of foot traffic besides themselves. "But this just goes to show you aren't cursed. Not that I believe in that kinda thing, mind you."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks at Swivel. "I don't know what I am...I just feel like slag fer what happened. I think I did a good job this time....mostly."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel's pace slows somewhat as she frowns, somewhat self reproachfully. "I think yer just one of many folk in a bad situation. But, 'ey, if you did a good job, that's great." Swivel picks up her pace again. "So wot is with the glitter?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive snickers softly, "Blurr wasn't specific about the manner of distraction...so I used a tad bit of creativity and some unused items I had laying around."

Swivel has posed:
    Maintaining her brisk pace, Swivel occasionally nods as she listens, smiling a little. "Unused items... such as glitter? Do I even want to know why you 'ad some in the first place?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Remember the reasoning fer my having paint filled explosive when I first came here? Same thing...was gonna totally dust Tapout."

Swivel has posed:
    Aaaaaaand Swivel begins to slow again. Her gaze drops for a moment and then she peers forward. "Aaaaaah. I... I see." Swivel says just a little bit uncomfortably. She rallies her pace once more. "I'm sure there will be justice for Tapout." Yeah. She dropped the ball on this one. But it wasn't without trying. Still Swivel doesn't really feel inclined to try and make excuses, so she just doesn't say anything further.

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