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legionworld2017-12-07 10:36 pm
auramatic) wrote in legionworld2017-12-07 10:36 pm
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Who| Drift and you!
What| Various shenanigans before shit goes down.
Where| All around Legion World
Warnings/Notes| drinking and embarrassing conversations, probably
a. a change of scenery
Driving is the perfect way to blow off a little steam, and Drift has that in spades lately. He's trying to find the equanimity in Megatron's presence here, but he's struggling, especially with Megatron always finding ways to antagonize him, trying to get a rise out of him. It's made it hard to relax even in his biome, connected as it is to Megatron's, and so he thinks maybe it's time for a change of scenery.
So he takes to other biomes instead. It's about time he got around to exploring some of the others, anyway, and a variety of them make for pretty good driving. He finds himself enjoying the streets of the New York City sections in particular -- it almost reminds him of his drift racing days in Japan.
b. holomatter time
Drift has, admittedly, been avoiding the shopping area where he'd encountered Megatron for the first time, and with good reason -- there's been plenty of chatter online about the encounter because Primus had there ever been witnesses. And so much of the speculation is about his debatably intimate history with Megatron, and Drift would love to not ever have to deal with that in public.
But he would like to explore the shops some more, mostly out of curiosity, and the fountain he'd been spending time at before had been so soothing. So he sends his holomatter avatar out instead -- a solid hologram he can receive sensory feedback from, more or less an extension of himself, and a normal-sized human, at that. But while his avatar might look human, Drift's mannerisms are still more or less the same, and he'll be perusing shops full of unfamiliar items with unmasked curiosity and, most likely, confusion.
c. get your drink on
Sometimes you just really need a drink.
All the meditation and robot sword katas in the world only go so far, even if Drift's loath to admit it, and though he's done plenty of other things to blow off steam and recenter himself, sometimes a good drink is what you really need to relax. And he could stand to have a little fun, too. So Drift can be found someplace where they serve refined fuel or something like it, drinking alone unless someone decides to join him.
d. wildcard
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What| Various shenanigans before shit goes down.
Where| All around Legion World
Warnings/Notes| drinking and embarrassing conversations, probably
a. a change of scenery
Driving is the perfect way to blow off a little steam, and Drift has that in spades lately. He's trying to find the equanimity in Megatron's presence here, but he's struggling, especially with Megatron always finding ways to antagonize him, trying to get a rise out of him. It's made it hard to relax even in his biome, connected as it is to Megatron's, and so he thinks maybe it's time for a change of scenery.
So he takes to other biomes instead. It's about time he got around to exploring some of the others, anyway, and a variety of them make for pretty good driving. He finds himself enjoying the streets of the New York City sections in particular -- it almost reminds him of his drift racing days in Japan.
b. holomatter time
Drift has, admittedly, been avoiding the shopping area where he'd encountered Megatron for the first time, and with good reason -- there's been plenty of chatter online about the encounter because Primus had there ever been witnesses. And so much of the speculation is about his debatably intimate history with Megatron, and Drift would love to not ever have to deal with that in public.
But he would like to explore the shops some more, mostly out of curiosity, and the fountain he'd been spending time at before had been so soothing. So he sends his holomatter avatar out instead -- a solid hologram he can receive sensory feedback from, more or less an extension of himself, and a normal-sized human, at that. But while his avatar might look human, Drift's mannerisms are still more or less the same, and he'll be perusing shops full of unfamiliar items with unmasked curiosity and, most likely, confusion.
c. get your drink on
Sometimes you just really need a drink.
All the meditation and robot sword katas in the world only go so far, even if Drift's loath to admit it, and though he's done plenty of other things to blow off steam and recenter himself, sometimes a good drink is what you really need to relax. And he could stand to have a little fun, too. So Drift can be found someplace where they serve refined fuel or something like it, drinking alone unless someone decides to join him.
d. wildcard
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b
Bag in hand, she turns to leave and almost brushes past Drift without a second glance, but one of her periodic internal sensor checks--she's even more paranoid since the Brainiac 8 affair--returns some interesting data.
"Huh. Nice hologram."
Trust her. She knows a few things about creating holographic representations.
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"Oh -- thank you, although I can't really take the credit myself. It's supposed to be an intuitive avatar generator designed by -- " He almost says a friend of mine (insofar as Brainstorm is anyone's friend; it might be a bit of a generous term), but stops himself, realizing he doesn't really know how to talk about his old companions on the Lost Light now that he no longer belongs there himself. His avatar's smile brightens. "By a brilliant, if a bit, er, mad, engineer. I'm Drift."
He extends a hand in greeting. "How could you tell so quickly, by the way? Most people here don't seem to give it a second glance."
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"You're not the only one who's more than meets the eye," she says with a smirk, scanning everything the Legion World computers have on him between words. ...Oh, boy. Drama. "Cortana. I'm the Master Chief's AI partner."
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"Pleased to meet you, Cortana. I think you're the first AI I've ever met." People keep asking him if he's an AI, which was getting a little troublesome, but he's never actually spoken to one himself. "What's your avatar made of, if you don't mind my asking?"
c robot booze mentions
But after a certain point, he had decided to cut it entirely to hone his focus. Misery be damned. No revolution could be fought with meaningless distractions in the way.
He knows his own position isn't a popular one. A war was just as hellish as the dark tunnels under Nova Point, and festivities are expected when the slim opportunity allows. Similarly, it isn't the sight of Drift drinking that bothers him. That was a sight common enough even among Decepticon commanders. It's seeing how many empty fuel canisters had begun to accumulate around him, and the effects of that excess, that made a small pinch of annoyance rise in him.
Whatever Drift is drinking now, he'll find the Decepticon place a huge hand over the top, keeping the container pinned to the table surface.
"That is enough."
uhuhuhu
The whole ordeal had cost him his home, the first one he'd had in...a long time. He'd scapegoated himself of his own volition, knowing it was what was necessary to make sure Rodimus fulfilled his vision and found the Knights of Cybertron, but it had still hurt, the public denunciation, being stripped of his badge. He doesn't resent anyone but himself for it (okay, maybe Prowl a little, because if anyone else was responsible for this it was him), but he still mourns the loss.
He reaches for the canister only to find a massive hand over it instead, and he turns to look up at Megatron, his optics flat, almost a glare. Honestly the last person he wants to see while trying to get himself a little peace -- or at all, really. Bad enough that Megatron is the only one of his kind here, and that he seems bent on bringing out the worst in Drift, but worse still was all that chatter online about the two of them, something Megatron only helped fuel.
"I don't answer to you anymore." His tone is something approaching sullen, out of character for him these days. He reaches to push Megatron's hand away. "I'm not in the mood for this right now, Megatron."
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All the mean-spirited taunting is gone from him today. His face is set in a solemn frown. He wasn't here to get a rise out of Drift, incredibly enough.
That hand slides the drink away, out of Drift's reach, then picks it up. He looks down at the canister to get a look at whatever substance labels may be engraved into the metal, and to get a draft of the odor. His expression wrinkles slightly.
"You're going to be more starship fuel than Cybertronian if you down any more of this."
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At least he isn't indulging on a level to rival Trailcutter, but then again, that's not really a high bar. Drift doesn't reach after Megatron or try to make a grab for the canister, just withdraws his hand and curls his fingers inward.
"What are you doing here?"
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This manifests in what would qualify as some serious shoplifting, if any of the shops in the habs were actually shops. Mabel's new high heels (that she pretended to buy from an imaginary salesperson) are slightly too big, and her new pink leather jacket would have been way too expensive had money actually been required for her to change hands, but just now, she's strutting through Fake New York pretending to be surrounded by slow-moving tourists and deflecting the occasional (totally warranted - she's on fire today) cat call.
She's just shy of conversing with actual fake street people, but she still grabs attention, and so does the one actual car cruising down the eerily empty streets.
"Hey!" she shouts, shaking her fist, though the car came nowhere near to sideswiping her - "I'm walkin' here!"
It fits the scene. Let her have this.
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"Sorry about that, little human. I didn't get you, did I?"
Did the car just talk? The car definitely just talked.
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"Are you a talking car?" Mabel doesn't wait for an answer. "Ohmygosh you're a TALKING CAR! Why do you talk? Is it to fight crime? Well, of course it's to fight crime, you're here in the superhero future with the rest of us, but was it always for fighting crime OR -"
She has to take a breath sometime, and the one she sucks in is very, very long.
"- do all cars talk where you're from? Does everything talk where you're from? Are there people, or are we terrifying talking meat monsters to you?"
Unless she's interrupted, she'll just go on and on.
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"Actually, we're robots who turn into cars," he says with a bright smile. "Or jets, or boats -- there's a long list. There are humans like you where I'm from, just not on my home planet."