Nexus. A couch little ways from the sign. Furniture vengeance

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Blackout finishes charging and unplugs herself from the sign, noting that the hole that Hormah made in it the other day is gone already without a trace.

Thinking of the hole reminds her of Ro-tor, which makes her chuckle as she remembers just how tanked nearly everyone at the Megastar was when they finished partaking of the gifts she'd brought them. Mega-octane had been oddly adorable as he cheerfully hummed to himself.

-Adorable.- She wanders away from the sign, absently kicking over a hot dog stand and shouldering aside a large Autobot on her way to a big couch she can see in the distance. As she goes she makes sure that Scorponok is happily doing something non-lethal, then lets her thoughts go to a certain black mech that she'd met a few weeks before.

-Yes, he is. But the dreams seem to have stopped. Probably just as well.-

Rumbling irritably, she settles onto the couch and leans back comfortably as she wishes, just a little bit.

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She thinks of Hormah's assertion that the dreams are coming from Primus, and thinks of how well saying that would probably go over. Then she remembers some of what happened in those dreams and blushes.

"Er... was there a bar involved?"

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

Skywarp's policy on Primus is 'who cares, so long as he keeps his nose out of my business'. Hormah's theory wouldn't help that...

There's a pause as Skywarp stares at Blackout. There's no point in being openly affronted - he may not socialise much any more, but he does end up in bars, even on business. And whatever's behind this probably told her that too.

"No," he says slowly, adding, "unless that was some incredibly slow-acting high-grade Baserate gave me."

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"No. I mean in the dreams. Was the setting a bar? Maybe with a few holes in the wall... and some different looking Decepticons hanging around?"

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

He frowns at her. "What if it was?"

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She scowls through her sudden blush. "Was it?"

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

"Yes." He could still be lying to see what she'll tell him.

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"Prove it," she says flatly. "What colour are the walls? What colour are the strange Decepticons?"

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

Hah. Skywarp's optics dim for an instant. Then he gives a brief description of the bar as he remembers it, from the strange and shifting layout of counter and couches (very Nexus-like, even for a dreamscape) to some of the strangers, including a grey-black flier and a bunch of Minicons.

"Satisfied?"

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Her jaw clenches with mortification as he mentions Requiem, and she thinks she's never been this embarrassed in her entire life. Except that time Thundercracker had tried that... but by the time they got him out of where she'd stuffed him and put back together the embarrassment had faded. This shows no promise of getting better.

She growls. "What were they doing?"

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

"Repairs." Skywarp glares at her. "You know who they are."

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"I've never heard of the cammo wench. The dark one doesn't exist. But yes, I know the Minicons. They are my allies." She glares right back, though inwardly she's wondering who'd been damaged and how.

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

That surprises him. And makes him even more suspicious. "Your allies? Who are they? And just what are they up to?"

You can't trust Minicons. Skywarp knows that very well.

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"I've only met the orange one outside the dreams. But they seem a #%$#$ of a lot more trustworthy than that slagging thing you used to hang around with."

Then she frowns. "Was he in the dream? And his girlfriend?"

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

"Of course they seem trustworthy," Skywarp snaps. He's about to demand more infomation when he realises what Blackout just asked. "What?"