crux_fleet | [ 001 Ϟ VIDEO ] What do I gotta do to get a drink around here?

[ This little adventure? Not exactly the vacation of a lifetime. Flashpoint's never missed her flask of engex more than now. She needs a drink, or she's gonna start rubbing the enamel clean off her faceplates. Sharing hangar number-why-do-they-need-this-many-hangars with Deadlock hasn't exactly encouraged peace-of-mind inducing solid recharge. Two extremely long weeks later she's finally got her own place though, and HELL YES the fabricators sure do make energon as well as organic food. There's just one critical problem. ]

[ They don't make booze. Apparently engex was not high on the engineering staff's list of quality of life enhancements for Cybertronians. Well, frag that. She'll just make her own. Uh. Somehow... ]

So. My people subsist on energon and the oh-so-kind engineers here have programmed the fabricators to make it but...

Mmmm...

I'm hoping to modify the formula. A little variety shall we say? Increased, uh, 'potency' most definitely.

[ Hopefully with inebriating effects. Hey, no one said it wasn't legal! Right? ]

Not a scientist though. Anyone give me a hand?

[ Yes, she really is asking for help making moonshine. ]

[And if this broadcast had fine print it would read 'proceed at your own risk; energon has explosive tendencies' but fine print means caution and caution + Flashpoint aren't exactly a common package deal.]

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Yes, that's what I'm saying, deadzone. There's plentya goddamn bars around here, but you gotta climb outta there first before you squish some poor tech.

[Wow this is a super strange conversation. Did she start drinkin' and forget about it?]

If there's a bar around here I fit into, even with the threat of squishes underfoot, that'd be a fraggin' miracle.

[Especially because they might serve something that'd throw her head back. Even if it's just synth oil.]

Climb outta where? I just got this place! I thought I'd--I dunno--hang curtains today or something.

[Flashpoint: the next Martha Stewart, with a healthy doses of sarcasm (and shockingly less jail time).]

[Nope, she's just talking to someone for whom mecha have always previously been piloted. Albeit one who's also confused. How big could she possibly be? Even Clan elementals could fit through most doorways, even windows. She would know, having thrown a few through a few.]

You're interior decoratin' in the cockpit of that stupid looking mech you're riding? Well be careful, a cockpit autocannon hit's been known to break a nail, princessa.

[Cultural differences always add excitement to conversations. Kind of like a grenade thrown into a bar with the firing pin status unknown.]

Stupid looking! [SCOFF.] Hey I did this paint job myself! And what did you just call me?

[It...sounded kind of nice actually. But not. Like the way Deadlock says the word 'Autobot'. Okay, let her just explain this in short sentences.]

Sorry, but I'm not a flight frame, don't have a cockpit. Just a cabin in car-mode and that's off limits to organics without express consent. AND BEFORE YOU ASK, unlocked doors does not equal consent!

[Life lesson learned: be careful where you park on the streets of Detroit for a little alt-mode nap.]

[Excuse her random lapses into Spanglish, Cowboy slang, Mandarin or Japanese. Being born in space!feudal Japan, raised in space!feudal China, and spending her entire adult life with a band of space!southwesterner and norteños will do that to you. So there's not just one possible culture to clash with, but at least three.]

...The foxtrot are you...Oh god damn, I've finally met one of those mechwarriors that goes off their neurohelmet and thinks they are their mech.

[She does have to admit that the holo she's projecting from the cockpit or whatever it is that gives an illusion of the mech having a face is pretty fancy though.]

Edited 2014-02-21 11:39 (UTC)

[Wow Flashpoint is learning all kinda of new things about variations in this dialect. Her 20th century Earth English is not quite keeping up.]

[Just this: o_O]

And why would I not be? [Seriously, what?! Sure, she got her sparked ripped out when she first arrived but she's pretty sure they put it back in the right place!]

Wait... You think I'm... You think I'm one of those mobile suit things? Piloted by humans?

Oh foxtrot this sierra. I got no pinche time for crazies.

[And she signs off. Boy is this gonna make work awkward.]

Who's CRAZY, huh!? _{You and your weird slang...}

[Flashpoint, keep yelling that to a communicator with the signal closed and you WILL look crazy.]

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