Ep. 1 [AR] - Attack the Block! - Closed
May 30, 2014 11:38:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 30, 2014 11:38:38 GMT -5
[This is for Moonshot, but anybody else feel free to jump in if you want <3]
It was no secret that a certain frontliner on base had an affinity for loud music, especially the kind with heavy bass. And so, logically, the conclusion might have been to assume that the frontliner was like a shark honing in on a wounded seal pup when it came to detecting the very faint thumps that patterned out into the beat of music.
And detect Halocene did.
In getting a much-needed cube, the femme paused, mid-sip, and tilted her helm -- no, there was no mistaking it, somebody was playing music.
Sidling out into the hallway, the large femme determined the direction, and began descending down to the base's habitation floor with a fond drink of energon.
The more Halocene walked, the louder the music got, and by the time she was in the same hallway, a giant grin was pasted across her face; whoever it was had awesome taste. Just off a work shift, the frontliner had been looking for something to do, aside from bothering that little smart-aft minibot, so this seemed like an appropriate distraction.
Ahead on the right, there was an open door that seemed to be the source of the noise, and so the femme bee-lined for it. Swinging into frame, radio whips wobbling crazily behind her, Halocene leaned casually in the entrance, nodding her head in time with the heavy beat flooding out from the overheads in the room. There was a slender, scout-type bot plainly visible, so the huge femme sent a friendly ping their way, doubting she would be heard over the cacophony:
"Sick beats, you got subs to go with those?" She pointed with her cube-laden servo to the ceiling speakers before bringing it to her mouth again.
It was no secret that a certain frontliner on base had an affinity for loud music, especially the kind with heavy bass. And so, logically, the conclusion might have been to assume that the frontliner was like a shark honing in on a wounded seal pup when it came to detecting the very faint thumps that patterned out into the beat of music.
And detect Halocene did.
In getting a much-needed cube, the femme paused, mid-sip, and tilted her helm -- no, there was no mistaking it, somebody was playing music.
Sidling out into the hallway, the large femme determined the direction, and began descending down to the base's habitation floor with a fond drink of energon.
The more Halocene walked, the louder the music got, and by the time she was in the same hallway, a giant grin was pasted across her face; whoever it was had awesome taste. Just off a work shift, the frontliner had been looking for something to do, aside from bothering that little smart-aft minibot, so this seemed like an appropriate distraction.
Ahead on the right, there was an open door that seemed to be the source of the noise, and so the femme bee-lined for it. Swinging into frame, radio whips wobbling crazily behind her, Halocene leaned casually in the entrance, nodding her head in time with the heavy beat flooding out from the overheads in the room. There was a slender, scout-type bot plainly visible, so the huge femme sent a friendly ping their way, doubting she would be heard over the cacophony:
"Sick beats, you got subs to go with those?" She pointed with her cube-laden servo to the ceiling speakers before bringing it to her mouth again.