| Ceasefire Pastime | |
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| Date of Scene: | 07 April 2018 |
| Location: | Training Simulators |
| Synopsis: | Folly embarrasses Blurr. Swivel gets a kick out of it. |
| Cast of Characters: | Blurr, Swivel, Folly |
- Blurr has posed:
With the war at a standstill for the time being, Blurr is passing the time in the simulator. At the moment, he's up against a holomatter horde of drones against a virtual Mitteous Plateau, probably hundreds of them just to see how many he can dodge at once. Certainly, he can push this game further than most others can, so it's usually a game against himself and his own personal records.
Maybe, if this ceasefire actually turned into lasting peace, he could go back to racing. Well...maybe. Still not sure he'd seriously want to return to that. His old life. But it would be different, wouldn't it? Several drones aim at his head and he dives to the ground, sliding past them on the simulated terrain to take them out from behind.
- Folly has posed:
Folly enters the holo-sim, carrying a small box. The oddly-eyed Femme gently places the box up on a table near the display. She leans up against the display, her eyes adjusting to the monitor. "Beep...Beep." She intones in a low, humming noise. "Yes...yes very good 'Beep Beep'." She reserves the next twenty malms after the current user is finished. She makes beeping noises as she presses each key. "There. There you go. Very good." Folly tilts her head out to the simulator, watching Blurr for a few moments. Of course, by the time her gaze even manages to catch him, he's already moved on further. "Hmmm...."
She turns her back to the console, and as she does, her command reservation goes through early due to a typo. The Ten-Thousand horde of drones training sim is promptly replaced by something else.
Several unusual Cybertronian characters, all of which looking rather silly and chibi, are in the middle of some sort of elegant scene.
Custard Prime makes a halted, sweeping bow before Blurr, <<YOU ARE WELCOME HERE, YOUNG FEMME. PLEASE MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME...>> A femme of about the same height (all of which are shorter than Folly by a few ilms) approaches with her pink helm. Sorbet One seems very pleased as she manages a curtsey, <<HELLO AND WELCOME, I AM SORBET ONE, WE ARE GLAD TO HAVE YOU IN OUR HOME.>>
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel had poked her head into the simulator, peering it with a sweeping glance as if to look for something, or more likely someone. Not finding her query, she was about to duck out, when the oddness of the scene registers and she looks back in. Blurr standing amdist a bunch of oddly porportioned characters seems highly uncharacteristic for the mech's usual pass times - and she had managed to miss Folly over by the controls. Swivel barely stifles a small giggle.
- Blurr has posed:
Of course, Blurr doesn't even notice Folly walk in, as absorbed as he is in watching his score up and up and in his own thoughts as he blows up drone after drone. But then, suddenly the simulation disappears, and is replaced by...some kind of weird vid? He reflexively fires his weapon at Sorbet One, because she happened to be in the spot where a drone was nanokliks ago. Ugh, is this Hyperdrive or someone else deliberately annoying him?
He turns around to find Folly instead. "Um, that was -not- funny." he says, his tone vexed as he folds his arms in front of his chassis. Hm, this femm looked familiar. Hadn't he seen her before? Then he notices Swivel too. "Or was it -you-?"
- Folly has posed:
By this point, Folly looks absolutely /mortified/ that her vid popped on early. "oh no...." she manages to gasp, even as Blurr is invited to come share afternoon drinks with a delightful cast of very pleasant and non-aggressive figures. She starts hitting buttons on the console. "I'm so very sorry!" Folly manages in a bit of a panic. Now people were looking at her, and they were /mad/. "I seem to..ahh....have...accidentally...." More buttons tap, "suspended...oh. oh there we go." The scene glitches suddenly, resuming the previous drone assault. 75 Drones simultaneously zap Blurr as if they were just /waiting/ in ambush when the program popped back on. The counter, that was keeping track of Blurr's earlier high score, flips back over to zero. Folly puts a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, as the situation just got worse.
"merp..."
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel takes holds out her hands in a placating manner. "I'm only sorry it wasn't me!" Swivel says, amusement still rampant in her voice. Swivel then finally notices Folly, and gives the femme a curious tilt of her head even as she begins to panic and press buttons. "I wouldn 't do that in a pan..."
GLITCH ZAP
Swivel snorts, trying to keep a rampant peal of laughter at Blurr's expense at bay. Giving the drones a wide berth, Swivel tries to make her way safely over to where Folly is all a-fluster.
- Blurr has posed:
Double ugh. The drones get the jump on Blurr this time, who was not expecting that. As soon as he manages to recover, he darts over to the controls and shuts the simulator down completely, the holomatter fading away to reveal the barren room.
He slaps Swivel playfully. "Shut up! And don't you dare get any ideas!" he threatens, laughing. Then he turns back to Folly. "Psh! Don't you play stupid with me. You -saw- me in here, there's no way you didn't do that on purpose. -Anyway-. If you were actually planning on watching something in here go ahead I guess."
- Folly has posed:
//CONFLICT!!//
Folly's eyes grow even larger as Blurr lays into her. She starts to intake to try to explain, but he lays into her a bit more. Her fuel pump is already starting to flood, "Ahhh??..." Folly suddenly grabs her box of discs and just starts running for the other exit. After about six steps, the metal rings on her dressframe start to shake loose, and the inevitable happens, she trips over it, sending her sprawling. Her dress rings make an iconic 'ring spilling' sound as they bounce off of her. She pulls herself back up slowly. In an exceedingly awkward moment, her eyes locked onto Blurr, she fumbles, trying to pick up her rings before fleeing the scene.
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel quickly draws away from the controls when she gets slapped. Swivel rubs the back of her hand glancing over at Blurr just a little bit alarmed at first. But then she laughs it off. Though the merriment is short lived when he begins making wild accusations.
"Oy! There's no need fer that. I'm sure it really was an honest mistake. Look at 'er she's... terri...foid." Enough to run apparently. Swivel visibly winces seeing the femme trip, rings tinkling everywhere. Swivel takes a few quick steps forward as if to offer her assistance, but then ends up slipping on one of the rings which had rolled into her path, causing Swivel to fall back onto her aft. At least it has ample padding in ways of tires.
- Blurr has posed:
"Hey...hey!" Blurr calls after Folly as she rushes off. "Slag, I told you, you can go ahead with whatever you wanted to do. You don't have to--" But she's gone already. He sighs, shaking his head. "Primus, sensitive enough? I was just teasing. I mean she embarrassed me, I had to do -something-." A shrug as he chuckles. "People these days just can't take a joke. Well, I guess that was enough for one solar cycle anyway."
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel picks herself up off the floor, reaching back and dusting off her tires needlessly. She then turns and looks at Blurr for a steady moment. "Well I dunno if it's no one kin take a joke, or just that maybe not everyone's got the same sense of 'umour?" Swivel then shrugs. "I'm sure you'll 'ave an opportunity to make it up to 'er in the future." Swivel smiles, but there is something weighted in her tone.
- Blurr has posed:
Blurr shrugs it off. "Heh, maybe." Then he heads out himself.