Hangar-ing out.

[driftlock]

"Oh, FRAG no."

Such is Deadlock's reaction, loud enough to be heard in the corridor outside through the open door, as he steps into the hangar, divided in half by a stripe of paint, one half with a helpful label 'Deadlock', the other 'Flashpoint.

Everyone else got their very own nice little rooms with berths and maintenance facilities and scrap like that, and Deadlock gets a half a hangar. 'Cause that's totally fair.

Not that it was news to him that life wasn't fair. And he'd slept in worse places, in the gutters, where you had to hide so the syphoners didn't get you or you weren't dragged off for a little dubiously consenting donation to the local Relinquishment Clinic.

But still, even Rodion hadn't expected him to recharge next to an...Autobot.

No fraggin' way he was going to transform with her watching.

Maybe she'll be smart enough to not show up. Or maybe, being an Autobot, she was so dumb she hit the airlock instead. That was a cheerful thought: Flashpoint floating clueless and alone in the vastness of space. So he's almost smiling (what are you nuts? A real smile would break this face) as he moves to stow his most valuable possessions: his guns, with a grenade with an Autobot logo on it proudly in the middle.

Who says he doesn't have an optic for style?

((OOC: Open to anyone wandering by/exploring!))

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/cackling

[shitflashpointsays]

She'd just been given coordinates and very vague directions. Something about 'temporary housing' until the fleet could rig up something more suitable for someone her size. Well whatever, life's been worse in the past and she could deal. It'll be a place to hole up for a while and get her bearings after that slag-worthy welcoming.

But then she finally gets there, crate of stuff in hand, and sees how creatively they've allocated the space.

"What the FRAG is this!?!"

It's so nice, the way that echoes through the hanger, as if to help put extra emphasis on the WTF and DNW of the situation.

[authoritative]

Equius had slowly been exploring the ship, starting with what appeared to be the upper-class areas and working his way downwards-- and now, finally, he was in purely functional areas, where engineers and such kept giving him odd glances and he kept looking down his nose at them (as well as one can when one is shorter than all the adults skittering around but the Dorfs).

Now, he's poking through the hangers, peering at the ships, and-- goodness, what is all that noise?

He goes to investigate, and discovers it is robots. Giant, elegant robots, far beyond anything he has ever made, with eyes that shine like there are stars caught in them, yelling at each other.

Excuse him while he stands at the doorway and totally eavesdrops. This is possibly the best thing that has ever happened to him.