859/Don't Get Friendzoned

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Don't Get Friendzoned
Date of Scene: 27 March 2019
Location: Decagon - Atrium
Synopsis: Hot Rod and Hyperdrive discuss relationships.
Cast of Characters: Hot Rod, Hyperdrive


Hot Rod has posed:
"Hey..hey!!"

Someone is yelling at Hyperdrive from behind. Should the minibot turn around and look at who's harassing him, he'll find himself face to face with that annoying mech who works the front desk in the atrium.

"Wanna help me put these up?" he asks, handing Hyperdrive a thin data pad with an animated image on it. The image consists of a short screen clip of Prowl saying "I left for /you/." Beneath it is an animation of an undulating kremzeek, with the words, 'WELL HOT DAMN' in bold and all caps at the bottom of it. In the bottom right hand corner is a rather familiar looking flame icon.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks confused. "do what? Ummm....are these supposed ta be bein put up? I already get in enough trouble as it is....and it's not even MY fuault anymore." He sighs, looking at the images. "Apparently I've missed some stuff while out scoutin...."

Hot Rod has posed:
"Yeah," the mech says the Hyperdrive. "They totally are." He smirks. "Don't worry, Hot Rod's totally going to take the blow for this one," he says.

He starts tacking the datapads up on the walls.

A breem or so later, Hyperdrive will hear the tell tale sounds of a not so unfamiliar engine revving nearby. Only one person in the whole base has the braggadocio to drive INSIDE the Decagon despite the 'No Alt Mode' signs everywhere, and that's Hot Rod.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is...trying to not think of what's going to happen. He's hoping thsi isn't going to all come down on him...as usual. The young mech watches and waits to see what Hot Rod is up to, studying his own datapad for some upcoming assignments.

Hot Rod has posed:
The mech snatches the datapad away from Hyperdrive, or at least tries to. "Are you going to help me or--" But then he hear the sound of Hot Rod's engines, and his optics widen. He doesn't hesitate to scram, just as the former Nyonian rebel rounds the corner.

Hot Rod protoforms, noticing the datapad the other mech had left Hyperdrive. He frowns, and then looks at the other one that had been tacked onto the wall. "Wh--Hey! Hyperdrive what is this slag?? Are you trying to get me thrown in the brig for the rest of my life?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns and his shoulders slump. "I...it..." He sighs and looks at the ground. "I didn't realize....."

Hot Rod has posed:
He sighs and tears the datapad down from the wall, shaking his helm. "It's fine, just -- keep your optics peeled. A lot of the mechs around here unsurprisingly don't fall into the 'not jerk' category."

He then squints at the datapad, looking puzzled and amused at the same time. "What.. is this all about, anyway?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I don't know, He asked me ta help him hang those up. I don't know what they're about really either. I'm just trying to figure out what else I've missed besides Starlock not bein here. Seems like everyone is intent on me not bein able ta keep friends around."

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod studies the image intently, turning it upside down. After looking at it for a few nano-seconds, he scratches out the flame icon in the bottom right hand corner and re tacks the datapad to the wall. "Everyone...? What do you mean everyone? I'm here, so.."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive hehs, "I've never been sure if you wanted ta be my friend or use me fer target practice. Ya disappear and so I...I'm afraid ta get attached ta ya cause you might end up dyin too." He shakes his head. "Sorry....gettin near some dates that remind me of my friends who were killed."

Hot Rod has posed:
"What? No. That's what the training simulators are for," Hot Rod says.

He scoffs. "Dying? Yeah, that won't happen, I promise."

"You gonna be okay?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks at HOt Rod and shrugs, "Probably? And I've done the training simulators....just a littl tired of bein beat by the simulator of QUake. Maybe I should see about tryin ta find a way ta see if Tapout is still alive. At least then I'll know."

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod frowns. "What do you mean, 'probably'?" He shakes his helm. "Choose a different one. Or just let me know. I'll be around, I'd be happy to spar." When Hyperdrive mentions Tapout, his brow ridges furrow even more. "Be careful. I mean, when was the last time you saw him?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "WHen he was taken by QUake...I tried ta stop them but I didn't have the trainin yet. Barreler's chest had exploded. They said he takes them for the Arena."

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod looks taken aback. "You want to infiltrate Kaon?"

Well although he seems shocked, he hasn't yet commented saying it's a bad idea. "Well... maybe. But you have to let me go with you."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "no offence....but ya kinda stand out....like a waste receptical on fire in a dark room."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive does at least grin at the thought of HOt Rod trying to be sneaky.

Hot Rod has posed:
"Like?" Hot Rod scoffs, "I /am/ a waste receptacle on fire in a dark room." Probably was an insult, but Hot Rod is just Hot Rod and is choosing not to take it that way.

"Whatever. The point is, you can't go there by yourself. You need help. We'll.. I'll figure something out."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Swivel was helpin...but she's...busy with other stuff it seems. " The crestfallen bot sags a bit more, hinting more to the point that this is the source of his melancholy. Of course, it was also the source of Hot Rod's annoyance with Hyperdrive. "She's always busy or away anymore. I miss just hanging with her...."

Hot Rod has posed:
"No," Hot Rod says sharply, "she's.. not allowed to help with these kinds of things. She just can't. I don't want her getting in trouble. Besides, why would you ask for her help when you can have mine?" He grins at Hyperdrive and pats him on the back. "Don't worry, you can ask her out for drinks some other time. Just don't be inviting her out for trouble, y'know?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive smiles a little. "She's the closest I've got ta family. Always think it's funny when you were out ta keep me from botherin her."

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod frowns. "What? I have to look out for the rest of the Nyonians. There are very few of us left. And if she's the closest thing you have to family, then you better make damn sure she's safe, and as far as mechly possible from harm."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I'm not sure where I'm from....But swivel was there fer me back when I lost my friends. SHe got mey outta a really dark place. That's why I gave her.....that's why she's means so much ta me."

Hot Rod has posed:
"Right," Hot Rod says, "so... maybe you should stop her from hanging out with Blurr so much," he comments randomly, appearing to change the subject. "Like, if you like her so much, it could be a bad idea to let her get so close to him." A pause. "I mean, I didn't hear it from her, but people have been talking, you know."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive smiles. "I already know she'll always be mine. She still has it. ANd besides. She's got better taste than Blurr." He grins, "I was more worried she liked you.....

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod does a double take. "Uh, okay, great, but how can you be so sure? I thought she did too, but who knows. I don't want to take chances." He smirks. "Of course she likes me," he says, "everyone likes me, except Prowl. What's not to like about me?" He fold his arms, grinning.

He's not getting it. He's really not getting it.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I know she likes me but I also know she cares fer others too. And that I have ta let her have the relationship with others...even if one of them is a bit boldly colored and seems to not realize what all his disappearin does ta those around him"

Hot Rod has posed:
"Yeah, but not /that/ kind." Although Hot Rod isn't really even sure what he means by '/that/ kind.' He won't admit it, though.

He waves dismissively. "I always come back! When have I never /not/ come back? Never, and I will never /not/ come back," he promises brashly.

He transforms. "Anyway, I have to go see about getting thrown in the brig. It's really the only tolerable option I have," he says, "I'm not about to sit around waiting for Rung to drag me to one of his Primus awful meditation and self reflection sessions." And with that, the red speeder drives off, leaving tire track tracks on the floor.