[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Coin Toss (fin)
Mar 9, 2017 9:32:21 GMT -5
Post by Javelin on Mar 9, 2017 9:32:21 GMT -5
(Week 1, day 6)
Pausing in the entrance to the large neutral base bar, Javelin was hit with a flashback so strong it caused a hitch in her step.
Javelin hadn't been on Cybertron in Deca-cycles, yet she felt like she had just stepped back in time and space.
It was pretty much abandoned at the moment, no one around, and she was glad. It gave her a chance to really take it all in without looking like a glitchhead, just standing there, goggling. She stepped completely inside, slowly moving towards the general bar. A slow revolving motion, she did a 360 as she made her way along, even looking up overhead to the lights and exposed wires running along the ceiling. It was well done, considering it was on Earth, and supplies must have been a nightmare to get here.
It looked a lot like a bar she used to visit back on Cybertron, called Decimal's. Not a high-class place, it was a rare business that allowed all ranks, files and classes to enter. If they had the money, they were served. If they caused trouble, they were out, elites or manual class. Javelin had met some of her friends there, and it was a place both her and Backdraft had enjoyed going. Simple but clean, and friendly. There was the occasional fistfight from time to time...generally when upper and lower castes clashed, but in general it had been a nice spot.
It wasn't exactly like Decimal's, of course. Different color, different style...different music system over there, different tables. But so many things the same. Furniture clearly built for Cybertronians, and not for other species. Some chair and tables sets were huge, some small, all with varying degrees of stability and strength, able to seat even the heaviest mechs and femmes. There was even Cybertronian writing on the walls. Simple signs, but in her native tongue. And the general atmosphere was the same, the sort of..."cobbled-together but with style" sense that gave her a sense of deja-vu.
Carefully seating herself at the bar, she folded her hands together, taking it all in.
She had been a little worried, coming here. Truce or not, she didn't want to end up face-to-face with a bunch of Decepticons, and if there had been a few of them here, she would have simply returned. Especially missing her bow.
She felt naked without it. Javelin knew a neutral building would pretty much keep anything serious from happening - the worst one could probably expect would be a fistfight, or harsh insults. Beyond that, it wasn't like she'd be shot dead. But she'd carried it for so long now...
Javelin debated getting something to drink. It was still the middle of the day, basically, and she had to return to the base. She hadn't yet been given any sort of rotation for duties, but that wasn't a good excuse if she was suddenly ordered to do something and showed up a little less than at her peak.
She smiled when music started to drift in through the room. It wasn't anything she recognized, but the singer was speaking Human English so it was Earth Music. The music wasn't loud, but the beat was strong enough that she could almost feel it through her peds where they touched the ground.
Still smiling, Javelin started tapping her fingers on the bartop in tune to the beat. She loved music, especially fast stuff you could really dance to, and she was enjoying this one a great deal.
Pausing in the entrance to the large neutral base bar, Javelin was hit with a flashback so strong it caused a hitch in her step.
Javelin hadn't been on Cybertron in Deca-cycles, yet she felt like she had just stepped back in time and space.
It was pretty much abandoned at the moment, no one around, and she was glad. It gave her a chance to really take it all in without looking like a glitchhead, just standing there, goggling. She stepped completely inside, slowly moving towards the general bar. A slow revolving motion, she did a 360 as she made her way along, even looking up overhead to the lights and exposed wires running along the ceiling. It was well done, considering it was on Earth, and supplies must have been a nightmare to get here.
It looked a lot like a bar she used to visit back on Cybertron, called Decimal's. Not a high-class place, it was a rare business that allowed all ranks, files and classes to enter. If they had the money, they were served. If they caused trouble, they were out, elites or manual class. Javelin had met some of her friends there, and it was a place both her and Backdraft had enjoyed going. Simple but clean, and friendly. There was the occasional fistfight from time to time...generally when upper and lower castes clashed, but in general it had been a nice spot.
It wasn't exactly like Decimal's, of course. Different color, different style...different music system over there, different tables. But so many things the same. Furniture clearly built for Cybertronians, and not for other species. Some chair and tables sets were huge, some small, all with varying degrees of stability and strength, able to seat even the heaviest mechs and femmes. There was even Cybertronian writing on the walls. Simple signs, but in her native tongue. And the general atmosphere was the same, the sort of..."cobbled-together but with style" sense that gave her a sense of deja-vu.
Carefully seating herself at the bar, she folded her hands together, taking it all in.
She had been a little worried, coming here. Truce or not, she didn't want to end up face-to-face with a bunch of Decepticons, and if there had been a few of them here, she would have simply returned. Especially missing her bow.
She felt naked without it. Javelin knew a neutral building would pretty much keep anything serious from happening - the worst one could probably expect would be a fistfight, or harsh insults. Beyond that, it wasn't like she'd be shot dead. But she'd carried it for so long now...
Javelin debated getting something to drink. It was still the middle of the day, basically, and she had to return to the base. She hadn't yet been given any sort of rotation for duties, but that wasn't a good excuse if she was suddenly ordered to do something and showed up a little less than at her peak.
She smiled when music started to drift in through the room. It wasn't anything she recognized, but the singer was speaking Human English so it was Earth Music. The music wasn't loud, but the beat was strong enough that she could almost feel it through her peds where they touched the ground.
Still smiling, Javelin started tapping her fingers on the bartop in tune to the beat. She loved music, especially fast stuff you could really dance to, and she was enjoying this one a great deal.