593/Indiscretions Aplenty

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Indiscretions Aplenty
Date of Scene: 02 October 2018
Location: Maccadam's Old Oil House
Synopsis: Egos collide and enemies collude when Autobots and Combaticons patronize the same bar.
Cast of Characters: Blurr, Blast Off, Swivel, Hot Rod, Vortex, Hyperdrive


Swivel has posed:
    Free time? Who has free time anymore? Lately, not Swivel. But this evening seems to be an aberration. Desite Rodion having hosted one of the now defunct portals and getting hit bad during the crises, it's managed to somehow stay standing AND in business. How inspiring. And it is that inspiration Swivel is hoping to marinate in rather than the engex served there as she steps in.
    And she isn't alone! Swivel had kept herself fretfully busy, and it's burdened her otherwise social nature. So with rare spontaneity she'd invited Blurr out for a drink. Aparently, Swivel is a glutton for punishment, as outings with Blurr rarely end well. But maybe this will be the exception!

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off could use a little break himself. After being trapped underground with Swivel and re-opening that wound- and yet also healing it a tiny bit..... plus all the scouting duty, looking for resources, defending Trypticon, etc. etc. that is part of the daily life of a Decepticon these days, not to mention the mercenary work on the side with Onslaught.... Blast Off could use a drink. Yes, wine, his one true and unfailing companion. As it is, he's got Vortex here with him, perhaps a little unwinding after a long shift at work. If one can ever truly unwind with Vortex around. But anyway- time for a drink. The shuttle walks into the bar, looking around as he does, ready to drown his sorrows in some rosy blush.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex has joined Blast off in his night off, looking for some sort of trouble to get into. Bars are always a good place for those, so the rotary follows his shuttle-friend, humming softly to himself, barely able to stay still as always.

Blurr has posed:
    Blast Off had better forget that part about unwinding or relaxing or anything, because Blurr walks into Macc's right after Swivel. And it would be hard to miss someone like him, with all his flashy blues and whites. Oh, and he does attract the attention of some of those patrons who were well-tuned to the sports world pre-war.

    To top it off, he notices Blast Off -immediately-, and smirks in the Combaticon's direction, as if to say 'fancy seeing you here! hahahah.'

Swivel has posed:
    It was Swivel's intention to go ahead and order some drinks, anticipating Blurr being delayed, even with his speed, due to old fans. It's a thing that happens. She's long accepted it as one of the many hazards when going anywhere with the speedster. What she did NOT anticipate was hearing a certain voice humming behind her. She stops just short of the bar. No. Not turning around. She's just hearing things. Right? Ha ha ha.
    Swivel takes the last few stes towards the bar as she hears a change in the din of the patrons to something a little more excited, and Blurr's name being tossed around. Now that's as it should be. Swivel orders herself and Blurr drinks - herself something very cheap and very plain, and something fancier for Blurr. While waiting she does glance over her shoulder.
    Frag. Swivel's optics widen at the sight of not only Blast Off, but Vortex too. Quickly, she turns back around facing the bar, putting her small hands down on the counter to support herself as her legs tremble. No. Don't show fear. Don't show anything. Just... focus on the drink. Maybe Blurr will keep all the attention on himself. After all, that's one of his talents, right?

Vortex has posed:
Vortex wanders in side by side with Blast Off and looks at the other Combaticon as he sees who is here tonight. "Hey, Boff. Isn't that your best friend in the world?" he comments. Oh this will be fun.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off stops at the sight of the crowd, the buzz, the.... BLURR. The shuttleformer bristles as he realizes he's sharing space with his rival. Emitting a low, hissing *huffff*, he stands there, staring hard as Blurr smirks back at him, his trigger finger already twitching. For the moment, he hasn't noticed Swivel yet, she's good at hiding and being small. Then Vortex speaks to him and the hissy huffing grows louder, joined by ruffling armor plates. "He's *hardly* my friend..." he grumbles. "I do believe the quality of this establishment is NOT as high as I would have liked. It apparently attracts *riff raff*." He says that last part more loudly.

Blurr has posed:
    Yep, Blurr is coming right over to Blast Off. I mean come on, he's just so fun to poke at! He plops himself down on a stool next to the two Combaticons, overhearing Vortex's comment. "Aww, Blasty! I'm so hurt! Come on, I even brought Swivel!" A glance is thrown her away at that. "It'll be just like old times." he says with a grin. "Right?" At this, he picks up whatever drink the shuttlemech had in front of him and 'accidentally on purpose' dumps it onto Blast Off's lap.

Swivel has posed:
    Whew. Swivel gets the two drinks. And she is about to try and get the attention of one of the waitstaff to kindly ask them to bring Blurr his drink, since walking over there would put herself out in the open, when the point becomes moot. Swivel hear's Blurr mention her name and she whips around, staring with wide optics, her optic ridges high and then slowly furrowing as shock is replaced with angry disbelief. No. Now isn't the time. Swivel swallows back the fear and fury and instead tries to follow Blurr's lead. She rolls back her shoulders, picks up the two drinks, and forces on a small smile, although one side of her mouth is tucked into her cheek in a brief leak of contempt as Blurr dumps a drink in Blast Off's lap. HOW WASTEFUL! Oh. And rude, too. Swivel tries to fight the urge to run over and clean up the spill and instead calmly walks over to hand Blurr his drink. She doesn't even want to catch Blast Off's optic and instead watches Vortex closely and warily.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex sees Blurr dump the drink on Blast Off. "Hey! No one messes up Blast Off's paintjob but me!" he snarls. "You lokin for a fight? Cause I ...would so love a fight right about now!" his optic band glows in an almost sadistic playful manner.

Hot Rod has posed:
Look who else is going to join the drinking party! It's the former Nyonian rebel, in a mood (which isn't uncommon for the rebellious teenaged robot). He plows into the establishment and heads straight to the bar, ignoring everyone until he's ordered a drink.

Of course, it's probably anyone's best guess that his angsty demeanor has everything to do with Prowl, and naturally, they wouldn't be wrong. Once the bartender serves him his shot, he downs it and orders another round. Then he notices Blast Off, Blurr and Swivel. He gives Blurr an exasperated look and elbows him aside, grabbing a rag from the counter and handing it to Blast Off. "Sorry if this isn't the best night for bad news, but Phantom was found dead." He eyes Vortex, frowning. "Calm your thick rotors, Choppy. No one's looking for a fight." He glances briefly over at Blurr, optics narrowed.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off tenses as Blurr comes swaggering up to him, violet optics widening as the racer mentions Swivel. "What?" Of course, then the shuttleformer is immediately scouring the bar until he lays sight on Swivel. He stares at her, then back at Blurr, armor plates bristling even more now.... what are THEY doing here together?!? Is this a DATE??? He stares at her again, then suddenly remembers.... oh. Right. Now he turns his head slowly to stare at Vortex. Then glance back to Swivel, then back to Tex....oh. Frag. This isn't good, either. The sniper's fists are already balling up in tension as Blurr "accidentally" knocks a drink onto him.

"YOU!" Blast Off's hand is already reaching down towards subspace, ready to pull out his gun, but Vortex's snarl brings him pause. Wait, this is inside a bar- with Swivel there. Still- he finds himself almost appreciating what Tex says. "Yes!" Blink. "Wait a minute...." he turns to stare at Vortex, *anyone BUT me*??? (Well, *almost* appreciating.) Violet optics squint at his teammate, but he's quickly brought back to focus over at Hot Rod. "Well, BLURR certainly is looking for one!" And then: he stares at the rag. A RAG? "You expect me to clean myself with a *rag*???" HOW DARE. The news of Phantom does cause him to hesitate, and for a brief moment he's coming back down to reasonableness, maybe. "He was?"

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr notices Swivel's abject horror at him pointing out her presence to Blast Off, and ignores it. At least outwardly. He takes the drink from her as she delivers it, nodding in thanks. "Yes, me. Very astute observation, Blast Off." he chuckles, then shrugs at Vortex. "Sounds to me like -you're- the one itching for a fight, -Spinny-." Yeah he just made up that awesome nickname. "You even said it. If you really want a repeat of -last- time though, you're gonna have to be the one to throw the first punch. Only fair for the loser, after all." Smirk.

    And then Hot Rod comes tearing in, announcing that Phantom is dead. "Oh, you thought he was still alive? Interesting. I mean after what happened at Simanzi, that propsect didn't seem, you know, likely."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel WANTS to signal to Blast Off, somehow, a sign that she doesn't approve of how he's being treated and goaded. But she can't even bring herself to risk an apologetic look. She doesn't avoid looking at him altogether, though. That would be too obvious, so she occasionally just glances at Blast Off with a calm, neutral expression.
    Swivel looks up when Hot Rod storms "'Ey 'Ot R...." and right past her, "...od." She doesn't waste much time trying to get his attention beyond that as she is back to observing Vortex. Nope. Not letting that one out of her sight. She grimaces a little as Hot Rod casually walks in and tries to diffuse the situation... only to be the bearer of bad news. "...Phantom?" Swivel whispers, seeming a bit confused by the lack of context in which the the news was delivered.
    Swivel kees her optics darting on Vortex, who is spoiling for a fight. And Swivel is spoiling to get the heck out of dodge. Swivel looks to the exit, then at the drink in her hand. But.. she already paid for this drink and wouldn't want to see ANOTHER one wasted. Seems the only appropriate response is to go bottoms up before a fight can rob her of her hard earned beverage. With that out of the way Swivel gently nudges Blurr. "Maybe... not throw grease on the foire?" JUST A SUGGESTION. Swivel takes a step back, as if getting ready to heroically dive under the closest table if a fight does erupt.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex crosses his arms over his chest. "Heynow maybe we can avoid a fight. Maybe if Blurr apologized to Blasty, itll all be good right? And I mean a good grovelling appology." oh hes pushing it.

Hot Rod has posed:
When Swivel greets him, Hot Rod smiles and pats her helm gently, giving her a reassuring look that could be read as "I've got this." Does he really? Probably not, but he likes to think so anyway.

He sighs in exasperation at Blast Off when he chafes at being handed a rag to clean himself with. "What do you want? A velveteen wax buffer? This is Mac's and honestly this is the best you're going to get." He gives Blurr an annoyed look. "I didn't say that, I just wanted to investigate whether he was or not. Besides, what do you care? It's none of your damn business." He places a hand on his helm. "Look, just take it down a notch. Go buy yourself an expensive drink and take the fancy booth upstairs. Because the majority of us don't want a bar brawl." He picks up his drink and starts heading for the patio area in the back, outside the establishment. He tight beams to Blast Off and Swivel, "<Tex and Blurr look like a disaster waiting to happen. Let's go outside before it escalates, and I'll fill you in on what's been going on regarding Phantom>"

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off remains tense and stiff as Swivel approaches, and her neutral expression leaves Blast Off wondering what's going through her mind. Is she okay with this? She sure seems so, amazingly okay given that Vortex is right here, and her apparent disregard for Blurr's behavior causes him to bristle, the old anger beginning to rise again. That sense of betrayal. However.... their latest conversation flashes through his head and he thinks- maybe she's just bluffing? He's... not sure. He's frowning under his faceplate, regardless, as Blurr keeps pushing it. Optics squint at the racer as he lets out a low *huff*. "His name's not Spinny, and I don't remember LOSING last time. I was called away, remember?" Called away... by no one but himself but hey, details, details! "Forgetting things, are you? Perhaps you've hit your head once too many times, Blurr."

He relaxes ever-so-slightly as Tex speaks. "Yes. YES!" Now the shuttle looks smug as he glances back to Blurr. "Yes, an apology from you would be quite *proper*, would it not?" However, Hot Rod continues to somehow be the voice of reason here, and Blast Off hesitates once again, glancing his way, then at Swivel after that radio message. He huffs, then finally reaches out anbd grabs the rag. FINE. He'll deign to use a common rag. He starts wiping himself. "Well *I* certainly came here to relax. Perhaps I'll just go find somewhere more *civilized*." Like the patio area.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex points a finger delicately at Blurr. "That's Mr. Spinny to you." He says. "Yeah things like that happen. Poeple get called away in fights all the time." he looks at Hot Rod. "you know he totally does want that." he says. "A velveteen buffer, he'd be all over that."

Blurr has posed:
    "I meant Spinny, -genius-." Blurr replies, laughing. "Or are you the one having trouble remembering how I thoroughly wrecked his aft because he just wouldn't quit? I would have finished him off if you hadn't distracted me."

    And then he laughs even more when Vortex suggests he apologize to Blast Off. "Oh, you know what, you're sooo right!" he says, still basking in the hilarity, his voice full of sarcasm. "We can just fix all of this with a simple apology! I'm so sorry I humiliated you more times than either of us could count and almost ended your friend MISTER Spinny here, Blasty! And I'm sorry you chose the wrong side of the war, too! Now we're all good, right? No hard feelings?"

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel stares at Hot Rod, but then decides to just let Hot Rod handle this. He seemed to manage himself well on Junkion, so maybe he can navigate this tense situation as well! However as he shoots off his mouth in his irreverent and beligerent manner Swivel's optimism is quickly wittled away. At least Blurr has managed to keep Vortex' attention for the most part, for which Swivel is grateful. And yet she feels she ought to do or say something. But what can she do? The last time she intervened between Blast Off and Blurr, BOTH of them got mad at her. "Blurr... that's enough." Swivel says quietly, but firmly after his mocking apology.
    Hearing Hot Rod's tightbeam her head jerks back in mild surprise. She responds just to Hot Rod <<"Are you mad? 'Ow could you suggest leavin' anyone alone with Vortex when 'e is already giddy for a foight?">> Of course Swivel was considering leaving as it was, but having Hot Rodd suggest it seemed wrong some how. She considers, though, she ought not be so hasty to get up on her high horse when she was edging to the nearest retreat. <<"I mean... we won't go /far/ will we? Just in case?">>

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod stops in his tracks when he hears Blurr egging Tex and Blast Off on. He turns around and closes a hand over Blast Off's arm, tugging him towards the patio."Do /not/ respond to that," he says quietly to Blast Off, "you'll just give him even more of an excuse to continue harassing you. Besides, don't you wanna figure out what happened with Phantom?"

He tight beams to Swivel, "<Okay, well, what do you suggest? Getting Blurr to give a sincere apology to a psycho Deception chopper? Or convincing the psycho chopper that Blurr's insults are just fine, and that everything's cool? That guy gave me a scratch on my aft that I never was able to fully buff out!>" That was probably more than Swivel wanted to know, but Hot Rod continues anyway. "<I've tried mediating before. It didn't work. And no, we're not going far. If things get too crazy, we'll know>"

Vortex has posed:
Vortex sighs "Fiiine." He says. "No fights tonight. We'll have a good drink tonight on Blurr's tab and everything will be cool." oh he;s /not/ going there.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off bristles at Blurr's response, fists tightening, starting to lean in like he wants to punch the racer before catching himself with a haughty little sniff and straightening out once more. Now he does his look-down-the-nose thing at Blurr (despite the fact that they're the same size). "Yes, you've definitely hit your head once too often, Blurr, you're delusional. You-" Ooops, Hot Rod grabs his arm, causing the Combaticon to stare at the red race car. But.... but he can't resist, even as he's starting to be led away.

"Let THIS be clear..." His optics narrow. "You ever get close to *finishing off* any Combaticon through some combination of sheer dumb luck.... and it *will* be the finish of *you*. We Combaticons don't forget, and we don't forgive. Not with our own." He warns, finger pointed, even as he gets led away.

Blurr has posed:
    "Oh, I'm both counting on it AND looking forward to it! 'It' being you -trying- to finish me in some kind of blind fury. Because Primus knows you've tried plenty, even without the judgment-handicapping rage." Blurr replies to Blast Off's threats, still smirking. When Vortex mentions drinking on his tab he just shrugs. "Sure, why not? Help yourself to as much as you want. In fact, why don't you just stay here and drink all night? Forget following orders, forget duties. Who cares anyway, right? What's Megatron done for you, anyway?"

    Then Hot Rod is talking to Blast Off about him as if he weren't even there. "Hey you know I'm right -here-. And I thought you just said Phantom was dead, or do you not actually believe he's dead? Because if he's dead then why would you need to figure out what happened to him?"

Swivel has posed:
    <<"A scratch on your...">> Swivel finds herself starting to lean to one side to try and verify his report as Hot Rod attempts to drag Blast Off away. But then she is suddenly aware of herself and stands up straight. And then a small pang hits her and her small face scrunches up and she adds, <<"...You got off easy if all you kin complain about is yer unbuffable aft.">> Swivel looks over at Vortex, shuddering. But then she intakes a long vent, cools herself off, and rolls her shoulders back. She's scared, but she's trying desperately to conceal it. Which is amazingly easy when larger egos in the room take all of the heat. And he /seems/ content to just drink. Still... Swivel might just be looking over her shoulder her entire way back to Iacon tonight.
    Swivel was considering trying to discretely trail Hot Rod to where he was dragging Blast Off. However, Hot Rod was woefully lacking in discretion, and Blast Off had to keep shooting off his mouth. Now Blurr's attention is on both of them, and there's no way Swivel can slip off after the two to hear what Hot Rod had to say about Phantom. Perhaps Swivel ought to just... leave while everyone is distracted. Swivel looks at the exit, undecided.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex sighs. "Fine. I'll take my party elsewhere. Blast off. Tell me if this escalates. I so want to be here if it does. Me? I've got a windstorm somewhere to catch!" with that he wanders off.

Hot Rod has posed:
"Yeah I know that" Hot Rod says as he heads for the patio, looking annoyed again, "but it's not like you listen to me and this still isn't any of your business."

"<Actually, I changed my mind>" he tight beams to Swivel, "<can you just make sure Blurr doesn't get into trouble? I need a private word with Blast Off>"

When they reach the patio, Hot Rod sits down across from Blast Off. "Prowl told me he found Phantom dead." He pauses. "But what I don't get is why suddenly Prowl became interested looking for him. And then he says he found him, and that he's dead. Maybe he killed him."

Blast Off has posed:
The shuttleformer's optics narrow as he glares back at Blurr, armor plates bristling even higher. Blast off would definitely love to try shooting him about now, but this is a bar and Swivel and Hot Rod are here, so he tries to keep control. Besides, he shouldn't let himself be so goaded by such an uncouth ruffian! As Vortex heads out, Blast Off nods, "Alright, I will, but I can hnadle this, I'm sure." Then he's being pulled away, glancing back at Swivel... who DID at least finally try to deescalate things but.... frag, now he's supposed to leave her alone with Blurr. Ugh.

However, he does finally focus back on Hot Rod as the mech explains some things. "He *what*?" The shuttle huffs. "I wouldn't be surprised if Prowl killed him, he was in what seemed an awful hurry to see Phantom dead in the first place, when this all started!"

Blurr has posed:
    "If you wanted it to escalate so badly, why didn't you escalate it yourself?" Blurr chuckles as Vortex leaves.

    "Well I listened to you just now, and you were pretty much announcing it to the whole bar so why are you even acting like I wasn't supposed to hear it? And how is it any more your business than mine? You weren't -friends- with him, were you?" He watches suspiciously as Hot Rod seems to be going somewhere 'private' with Blast Off. Waiting until their backs are turned, he slides off of his stool and starts maneuvering through the crowd of patrons.

Swivel has posed:
    Well that just seals it. When Vortex leaves, Swivel decides she is most definitely NOT going to leave. Not without Hot Rod or Blurr.
    Swivel's optic ridges knit together when Hot Rod tells her he'd rather have a word in private with Blast Off. Like that's going to happen. She does not have the power to stop Blurr from doing anything, which frustrates her to no end. <<"...If you actually want a private conversation... maybe consider NOT pullin' a Decepticon off in a public place fer it in loin o' soight of a notoriously nosy and suspicious mech that can move at extreme speeds?">> Yeah Swivel is getting a little testy. And not just because she's constantly taking great pains to conceal any affinity for Blast Off herself lest she get accused of fraternizing with the enemy only for Hot Rod to flagrantly show a willingness to exchange information which could be misconstrued as treason.
    When Blurr begins weaving among the crowd, she is pretty sure he is angling to eavesdrop. Which Swivel tempted to do herself. But Hot Rod asked her to keep an optic on Blurr. On the one hand, any obvious attempt to deter Blurr will likely get Blurr's nose out of joint. He'll accuse her of something or other and that tenuous trust will once again fail. On the OTHER hand, she'd like to prove to Hot Rod that he CAN rely on her and not just do everything himself. Swivel frowns and scurries after Blurr, weaving through the crowd with relative ease due to her smaller stature.
    "Blurr 'ang on!" Swivel says, her voice tense. She'd rather give him an earful in private, as unlike some, she DOES value discretion. But perhaps making a scene here and now would serve several purposes. "I can't believe ya did that earlier! You /know/ I'm scared of Vortex - why would you expose me loik that?"

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod dutifully ignores Swivel's tight beam. Guess his conversation with Blast Off is somehow taking up all of his limited attention span....

Hot Rod frowns. "Wait, you're right - he did seem really dead set on killing Phantom right before the Simanzi massacre occurred. He said something about Phantom being a loose cannon and gave a kill on sight order to all Autobots for Phantom, to put it simply. But that had everything to do with the alliance we had at the time, so now I'm wondering what the hell is motive might be." He sighs. "I don't know, Blast Off. Maybe he really did just eventually die and Prowl discovered his body. But something about this still seems off. Like, why is it that suddenly after Prowl became interested in knowing where he was, he finds him and reports him dead?" He pauses. "What did you know about Phantom? Like, he was special, okay, but do you know why? What other things could he do that might make someone like Prowl go out of his way to assassinate him?"

Blast Off has posed:
Indeed, Blast Off is a bit confused as to why hot Rod is being so open with his communication with a Decepticon- with Blurr right there. Then again, Optimus Prime himself was right there and it didn't faze the car either, so maybe this is just his thing? Autobots are cray-cray, ya'll. Blast Off, if ever questioned, can just say he's plying the 'Bot for information... which actually is kind of true. He does want to know. However, as Swivel starts calling out Blurr's insensitivity, he can't help but look her way. He, too, tries to act like he has no ties to her but... well, THAT was really hard to ignore.

Hot Rod regains his attention, at least briefly. "Exactly. He had no interest in finding a peaceful solution, it seemed." He huffs, "Prowl is always up to something, I know *that* much. And it's not peace with us." He frowns under his faceplate, glancing back to keep an optic on Blurr and Swivel, and adds quietly, "I'll be honest with you, Hot Rod. I did not like Phantom. One bit. He was annoying as slag and I spent as little time with him as possible." Pause. "However... he seemed to have some odd ability toshift his physical form.... I am not quite sure how to explain it. Something like Skywarp, perhaps, but.... not quite. Something more.... I don't know, almost ghost-like, if you believe in such tales."

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr was busy trying to clandestinely maneuver into a position where he could overhear Hot Rod's conversation with Blast Off when Swivel suddenly approaches and starts telling him off for pointing her out in front of Vortex. An exasperated look is cast her way. "Are you seriously bringing that up -now-? I would've -destroyed- Vortex the last time we fought, if Blast Off hadn't showed up. He's no threat to me, and I wouldn't let him touch you." A pause, and he shakes his head. "Oh -that's- right, you don't trust me, never mind I -forgot- about that part. Hmph." Then he tries to brush past her and make his way to the roof so he can spy on Hot Rod.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel's face scrunches up when Blurr gives her the brush off. "DON'T!" she yells before she can modulate her tone. "...Don't turn yer back on me!" Swivel says in a quieter voice, but it's still got an edge unbecoming of Swivel's usually gentle nature. Swivel takes a sharp step forward to try and cut Blurr off. "I /do/ trust you! Or I /try/ to! I trust you to try 'n keep me safe, NOT save me after ya dangle me in front of a predator!"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive has been making some long distance runs the last two days. And unfortunately it's starting to wear on his systems a little. Especially when he didn't get an alottment for the increased mileage he's been doing . So Here he is, trying to see what they have to drink that would help with the kinda blah feel he's got from not being energized enough. And when he walks in he hears the disharmony of familiar voices and winces a little.

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod nods reluctantly, looking displeased. "I don't get why Prime keeps him around - but that's besides the point." His brow ridges furrow when Blast Off offers him information on Phantom's abilities. "And you're not sure how he became like that." He sighs. "Well, I mean, do you? He opened up the portal to that other dimension. Do you know if that was arbitrary, or can he actually replicate doing that easily?" Then he chuckles. "For not having liked the guy at all, you seem to be expending quite a bit of effort into this investigation."

Hot Rod notices Hyperdrive enter the bar, but doesn't greet him just yet. His expression suddenly grows pensive. "So who else knew him?"

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr tries to sidestep Swivel, but there's too many other people and obstacles around and she succeeds in blocking him. "I was hardly dangling you in front of anyone! It's not like you were hiding, everyone could -see- you sitting there! Good Primus Swivel since when did you turn into such a protoform?" he vents heavily. "I can -handle- Vortex, all right? Now I need to figure out what Hot Rod is up to. I mean don't -you- think sneaking off with a Decepticon is suspicious?" He once again tries to get past her.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off can hear that yelling, and he keeps looking back towards where Blurr and Swivel are. "What *is* going on over there?" He asks, starting to get up. "Seems like your teammates don't like Blurr, either..." He does stop as Hot Rod seems to admit to not liking Prowl, either, which causes the Combaticon to lift an optic ridge up. Oh? Well maybe there IS some sense among Autobot ranks besides just Swivel. He turns to answer Hot Rod's questions. "If he did open the portal, I.... actually, I wouldn't be that surprised. He had something weird about him, something that almost seemeed... otherworldly. He was not among the first Decepticons, I believe he came from somewhere else." He seems to frown, shaking his head slightly, "I want to know because he is a Decepticon and I have a duty to find out what happened to other Decepticons. If he IS alive, it would be my duty to try and get him back. We don't leave our own people behind, you know." Pause. He adds more quietly, "Well, *I* certainly don't."

Another pause and he looks down, an odd expression crossing his face. "Quantum was close to him, but... he's dead now. Otherwise... I'm not really sure. He wasn't close to many." He gets fully up and starts heading towards Swivel and Blurr. What IS going on over there?

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel doesn't move out of Blurr's way. Instead she crosses her arms. "If I coulda 'id without makin' myself obvious, I woulda. Look... mebbe you could 'andle Vortex, but 'im AND Blast Off? You can't deny 'e is one of the few 'oo can 'it you. And you mess with one Combaticon, you mess with them all. And I'm no match fer either of them!" Not unless she fights dirty. Swivel just shakes her head, then spots Hyperdrive. Quickly she fires off a tightbeam to her trusty little pal. <<"Will explain later, think ya could 'armlessly distract Blurr some'ow?">>
    Swivel chooses this moment to relent, her hands unfolding and just dropping at her side. "Look, I'm sorry, I just... bein' brave doesn't come so easily to me. It ain't fair fer me to lash out at you in front of people... I'm sorry." Swivel quickly casts a glance to the side. "...Guess we better go see wot shenanigans 'Ot Rod is up to."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive doesn't know why he lets them talk him intostuff like this. But obediantly, Hyperdrive walks up to Blurr, his optics showing a bit of stress as he tries to get the speedster's attention. "Blurr...blurr can ya help me with somethin?" He keeps his voice somewhat hushed as he tries flag Blurr down. "Yer faster than me and I really need help gettin this glitchmouse outta my frame. I tried catchin him and he keeps duckin through the holes the wires run through my armor. It wouldn't be too bad but he's chewin on some of my wires." He even goes as far as to expose a section of wiring on his arm that has indeed been gnawled apon.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr still seems pretty wound up until Swivel finally apologizes, then he smirks. "Hey, I'm offended you think I can't take both of them." he replies, only half-jokingly. "Because I totally can, and Blast Off can only hit me every once and a while until his luck runs out."

    Then he sort of pulls her off to the side, out of Blast Off's line of sight and lowers his voice. "Yeah, but I don't think that's a two mech job. Only need one pair of audials, right? So why don't you go catch what you can and report back to me at the Decagon? They won't be expecting you."

    With that, he leaves her to her own devices, whether she obliges him or not. On the way out though, he runs into Hyperdrive. "Oh, uh--" he stares at the cadet as he explains some kind of a parasite problem. "Look, I think you'd better see Healthpoint or Ratchet about that one, I'm not really qualified to go digging in other people's servos." Then he zips off, disappearing out of the bar for the night.

Hot Rod has posed:
"No Blast Off, I'm certain of it. There's plenty of intel back at the Autobot base thanks to Swivel that can corroborate that. Now I'll talk with her later, but what I'm trying to get at is if him opening the portal was an accident or not, or if it's something he could do over and over again."

"... alright, then, /if you say so/." Just like it's his duty to protect Swivel, even though she's an Autobot. The young flameo makes his skepticism clear to the Combaticon with a smirk. "Quantum? Who's that?" He motions for Blast Off to sit back down. "Look, Swivel has it handled. What did you know about Quantum? Was he responsible for bringing him here, if Phantom was indeed from .. somewhere else, wherever the hell that may be."

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off catches only a glimpse of something, some heated exchange, perhaps, between Blurr and Swivel, but then Blurr leads Swivel away somewhere and.... he's not sure where they went now. Or what's goping on. The Combaticon sighs, frowning, hating.... well, a lot of things right now. Certainly circumstances that have him skulking about, wondering in the first place. Straightening, he turns back to Hot Rod with a grimace, not that Rod can see it under the faceplate. "I didn't like Quantum either." There's a lot of people he doesn't like, apparently. "Quantum was the Decepticon who was there with Phantom, the one who died before Phantom appeared to. He was all buddy-buddy with Phantom, though I don't know personally if Quantum brought him here but..." He thinks a moment, trying to remember what he might have gleaned from the two previously. "That... sounds about right somehow, though. Phantom might have been able to open portals, not sure." The shuttle looks back towards the crowd, though now he doesn't see anyone- well, wait, was that Hyperdrive? He's not sure about that either.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel is somewhat surprised and relieved when her apology is actually well received. Swivel tilts her head, squinting a little as if to re-evaluate something. She just nods to Blurr. "I'll see wot I kin glean." She then quickly turns to quietly approach Blast Off and Hot Rod, hearing Hyperdrive step in and pose his problem. <<"Thanks fer the assist, 'Yperdroive. Er... yer not serious about the glitchmouse are ya? Er, also, sit toight, I just gotta check on somethin'.">>
    Outright spying on her friends doesn't sit well with Swivel. So she doesn't make any effort to hide her approach, forewarning both Hot Rod and Blast Off by letting her feet fall a bit heavier than necessary as she climbs the stairs to the patio. Just to err on the side of caution, she shoots off a message to both Hot Rod and Blast Off. <<"Blurr's left. But 'Yperdroive's 'ere now too.">>

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins a little at Swivel. "Nah, I got it out earlier. HEll of a time gettin it out but apparently they don't like my forcefield generator. " He does look relieved that Blurr left. "Sorry that I wasn't more help. Is everythin okay?" He glances around, still hoping to get something to drink.

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod suddenly frowns. "Hey, Shockwave is your resident scientist, right? I mean, was he around and in the know when all that slag about the psychosonorum was going on? Like, before the Simanzi massacre. If he was, I don't think it'd be a long shot for him to know details - or be able to figure them out."

"<Yeah you can come over. Sorry about that. It's not really private, Blurr's just a nuisance when Blast Off is around. Plus is easier to learn whatever Blast Off knows about Phantom when it's just the two of us talking>" Hot Rod tight beams both Hyperdrive and Swivel.

But before the two smaller mechs can make their way over to the patio, they'll notice the bartender is trying to get Hyperdrive's attention.

"Hey!" he yells at the cadet, "was wondering when the hell you were gonna turn up. Someone left this here for you a good three or four decacycles ago." He slides a very thin parcel over to Hyperdrive. It has his name inscribed on the front of it. "Don't ask me who it was from. I have no idea. It just showed up on the counter forty or so breems after we'd closed one cycle."

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off adopts a neutral look of his own as Swivel approaches, though there's a certain coolness to it, his gaze darting back into the crowd as if looking for Blurr still. "<< That so?, >>" he asks Swivel, also radioing Hot Rod as Swivel had, "<< Seemed you were having a bit of a... spat there. Date gone wrong? >>" He just can't help but poke at that, see what surfaces. However, with Hyperdrive here too, and Vortex gone, he is becoming aware of being aurrounded by a bunch of Autobots, even if they're not ...well, Blurr. And who knows if Blurr is even really gone. It's probably time to go. Still... he stares at Swivel with that guarded expression.

Though he does turn to Hot Rod and nod. "I suppose, yes. Though I'd have to have good reasons to ask him- or to share much further information."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel stands at the top of the stairs, and gives Hyperdrive the 'okay' sign and then tightbeams down to him. <<"I dunno about 'okay' but there's nothin' you need to worry about. Most of trouble that was brewin' seems to 'ave resolved itself. I 'ope.">>
    Swivel had caught bits and pieces about Quantum, Phantom, and portals during her ascent. She tilts her head, but is relieved when Hot Rod gives her permission to join.
    And then Blast Off snarks at her. Swivel laces her hands akimbo and stares at Blast Off as she steps onto the patio. Since she's in seaking distance now, she doesn't bother with radios. "Oooooh yeah, seems my date didn't go as well as yours seems to be. Just make sure ta get 'Ot Rod 'ome before curfew." Swivel tilts her head, but then gives Blast Off a surreptitious yet playful wink.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins a little at Swivel and nods. "That's the second time I've been used as a distraction. Maybe I should sell my services or somethin." Though the barkeep gets his attention and he looks confused a moment before taking the parcel. "Okay....Thank you I guess." HE tries to figure who would send him something...and to here of all places. He decides he might as well open it and find out.

Hot Rod has posed:
"Well, if you really want to know, just ask him - I mean, you're a Decepticon, you have every right to know about other fellow Decepticons, especially if some of them aren't even native to Cybertron." Hot Rod shrugs, and gets up, heading for the exit of Macadams. "It's up to you, really," he calls over his shoulder to Blast Off. He then tight beams to Swivel, "<Thank Primus. I was hoping there wouldn't be a bar brawl. Anyway, thanks for that. I'm heading back to the Decagon - but we need to talk. I'll catch you later>"

Whoever inscribed his name on this parcel must have been having a hard time. The writing is shaky and somewhat crooked. Inside is a rectangular metal plate stained with blood, inscribed with letters and symbols Hyperdrive won't be able to read. And as if this odd little memoir isn't already mysterious and creepy enough - the Decepticon insignia is emblazoned on the back.

There's no label saying who it's from...

Blast Off has posed:
The trouble with poking is that sometimes you can get answers you really didn't want. Which seems to be the case here. Blast Off freezes, staring at Swivel. Oh FRAG. She really /WAS/ here on a date and ...what was that, then, a lover's quarrel or something? WITH BLURR??!! That's what they do in all those romance novels he /totally/ does NOT read at all! No, not at all. FRAAAG. The shuttleformer feels his fuel tank sink and somehow that wink just makes it worse. Glancing at Hot Rod, he just sort of nods to the mech, but his gaze quickly turns back to Swivel. He stands there a moment, optics flickering, then optic ridges furrow down some as he stares straight ahead. "I should go, too." he says quietly and curtly and quickly moves away, not looking back at Swivel, nor paying Hyperdrive any mind now. He just wants away from here, far away.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is really really confused by what he got. He doesn't make a big fuss or anything, instead turning to Swivel and waiting for her to turn back to him. He's trying to figure what he should do with this since there seems to be alot more to this than someone just leaving him something.

Swivel has posed:
    <<"You're welcome.">> Swivel responds to Hot Rod, relieved that he showed SOME manners. She then turns her attention back to Blast Off once Hot Rod is gone. Swivel had exected huffing and vehement denial and indignation at the idea of him being on a date with Hot Rod. Or any Autobot, for that matter. Or... well anyone. Instead she gets some sort of nitrodeer caught in the headlights reaction, followed by Blast Off avoiding looking at her and stiffly excusing himself. Swivel blinks in astonishment. "Uh..." Swivel brings up a hand, about to try and stop Blast Off. But... that might not look very good. Even if Blurr is gone, others might talk. She is also suddenly accutely aware that both Blurr and Hot Rod left without her... and... Vortex might be out there somewhere. Frag.
    That brief moment of levity is quashed with the sinking feeling her joke actually deeply offended Blast Off, and the memory of Vortex lingering around in her head. Shoulders sagging she heads back down to check on Hyperdrive, who is staring at some piece of metal. "Wot's that you got there?" She asks, somewhat relieved to find a distraction from the crawling sensation of paranoia.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive turns to Swivel and moves closer. HE shows off the strange....item. Flipping it over for Swivel to see before letting her take it if that's what she wants to do. "I....the only person I can think of who would leave me somethin here is Phantom....and no one has seen him." He shows her how his name was written and everything too. "Do ya think it's from him?"

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel glances over to the exit, frowning again. Maybe it was just too soon to joke around with Blast Off after everything. But admittedly, inappropriate humour was often a post-stress response for her. Maybe she ought to work on that. Swivel looks back to Hyperdrive as he shows her the odd piece of metal. She squints at the strange symbols. "I... I dunno. I know you expressed a fondness fer Phantom desite not knowin' 'im that well..." Swivel doesn't take it though. "It was sent to you. You best 'old on to it fer now. Maybe see if you kin get someone to run an analysis on it." Swivel auses. "But off the record, of course." Swivel then glances nervously at the exit again. "Anyway... you thirsty? We should probably get a drink in ya and then 'ead back to base. I, uh, I really don't want to go alone."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive nods to Swivel and does get himself a quick drink and then gets them both somethin to take back to the dorms afterward. HE isn't sure about having this item in his posession here and Swivel doesn't seem comfortable. So best they both get home.