[ti]Ep 2[/ti]Small-Talk! [open/Hazmat]
Jul 31, 2017 11:57:11 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2017 11:57:11 GMT -5
Episode: 2 – Week: 4 – Day: 4
Location: Neutral Base - Bar.
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It wasn’t easy to achieve privacy, at least onboard the Nemesis. Every step, every movement which occurred within the ship halls were monitored, patrolled and carefully taken care of to provide a line of organization and to keep everything in order. Any misstep and it would be known by whoever would keep watch and lurk in the shadows.
Of course there were certain spots which could be sought out to gain a rather small amount of privacy, but it only would last for so long. Individuals passed by, came and went as they pleased, quickly hurrying to any location they seemed fit to escape the gloomy environment of the warship, lost in their own little world and thinking, believing that they would be safe, but reality hits hard, sooner or later.
If someone wished to achieve privacy, real privacy… they would need to seek out the outside world, and even then? It would be known. However, it didn’t matter as long as it would free them from the oppressive darkness that the ship could hold upon them.
The Neutral Base, or better known as `Haven´ provided shelter for those who wished to remain factionless; no sigil was worn in these halls by the individuals that lived here, and no conflict was hold against each other. So it seemed. But war had left its mark, even in those halls that did not wish those conflicts to unfold had experienced the depths of it, suffered from it. And yet? They welcomed Autobots and Decepticons alike.
The occasional sounds of chatter, machinery and movement that filled the area were a welcoming change, weaving through the air and slowly fading into the background as the dim lighting illuminated a vast area, shining lightly in a somewhat yellow and orange mix upon the various tables that had been lined up along the room to welcome any guest who would wish to take a seat. A room covert in different shapes of metal and other materials which could be found on this planet, trying to resemble and mimic what they once had lost; the architecture familiar, the atmosphere quiet and calm, friendly so to speak, giving off a vibe what someone could describe of… `feeling at home´.
It was at one of those few rounded tables back in an arched corner that had been occupied by one lone Cybertronian, pedes propped onto the table, silently sitting in the warm light that fell upon his black and white armor as its weight rested against the wall behind. Optics dimmed and gaze lowered in a way that would leave facial features hidden under the cap of its helm as he merely listened to the soft music that played in a lower volume, trying to relax in the lounges atmosphere and tapping on the lit up screen in his lap.
The room was pretty much empty, except of the ever so eager working barkeeper behind the bar, a silver and white armored femme which seemed to appear a grounder as some sort of tires had been mounted in her shoulders, sweeping and cleaning the table top in circular movements with a simple piece of cloth.
Location: Neutral Base - Bar.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
It wasn’t easy to achieve privacy, at least onboard the Nemesis. Every step, every movement which occurred within the ship halls were monitored, patrolled and carefully taken care of to provide a line of organization and to keep everything in order. Any misstep and it would be known by whoever would keep watch and lurk in the shadows.
Of course there were certain spots which could be sought out to gain a rather small amount of privacy, but it only would last for so long. Individuals passed by, came and went as they pleased, quickly hurrying to any location they seemed fit to escape the gloomy environment of the warship, lost in their own little world and thinking, believing that they would be safe, but reality hits hard, sooner or later.
If someone wished to achieve privacy, real privacy… they would need to seek out the outside world, and even then? It would be known. However, it didn’t matter as long as it would free them from the oppressive darkness that the ship could hold upon them.
The Neutral Base, or better known as `Haven´ provided shelter for those who wished to remain factionless; no sigil was worn in these halls by the individuals that lived here, and no conflict was hold against each other. So it seemed. But war had left its mark, even in those halls that did not wish those conflicts to unfold had experienced the depths of it, suffered from it. And yet? They welcomed Autobots and Decepticons alike.
The occasional sounds of chatter, machinery and movement that filled the area were a welcoming change, weaving through the air and slowly fading into the background as the dim lighting illuminated a vast area, shining lightly in a somewhat yellow and orange mix upon the various tables that had been lined up along the room to welcome any guest who would wish to take a seat. A room covert in different shapes of metal and other materials which could be found on this planet, trying to resemble and mimic what they once had lost; the architecture familiar, the atmosphere quiet and calm, friendly so to speak, giving off a vibe what someone could describe of… `feeling at home´.
It was at one of those few rounded tables back in an arched corner that had been occupied by one lone Cybertronian, pedes propped onto the table, silently sitting in the warm light that fell upon his black and white armor as its weight rested against the wall behind. Optics dimmed and gaze lowered in a way that would leave facial features hidden under the cap of its helm as he merely listened to the soft music that played in a lower volume, trying to relax in the lounges atmosphere and tapping on the lit up screen in his lap.
The room was pretty much empty, except of the ever so eager working barkeeper behind the bar, a silver and white armored femme which seemed to appear a grounder as some sort of tires had been mounted in her shoulders, sweeping and cleaning the table top in circular movements with a simple piece of cloth.