Armada 'verse. Team headquarters in Cyber City. Morale building exercise

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Ironhide appears in the room where he and his sister have been taking their recharge since they arrived here, and looks around carefully to make sure that he's reached the right place this time. He'd intended a quick trip to the Nexus, just to see if he couldn't catch some word of Bumblebee. But instead he'd wound up in another, smaller nexus lined with lockers and littered with human clothing. One of the rooms of this place had been stacked to the ceiling with energon.

There was blue energon there. There was green.

Ironhide's arms are full, and he walks carefully as he goes to the empty common room and arranges his armload neatly on the table before vanishing and reappearing with more. This also arranged to his liking, he grabs a cube of the green and walks out the front door to trade for the last thing that every perfect drinking party needs. It takes a little while to find a mech who has what he wants, but if he still had emotions Ironhide would be very pleased as he returns to the laden table with packets of various-coloured minerals in one hand. He hasn't had this much energon additives since before he'd first left his native Cybertron. And the person he'd traded them from seemed to think they were paint pigments!

Rumbling, he settles down and mixes careful doses of several different powders into a cube of blue, then sips appreciatively as he waits for some of his new teammates to show up.

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Stormcloud swings round and squints at him. "Ah, good," he says after a second. The Sea-con turns away, muttering. "You're as drunk as I am."

Nightscream snorts with laughter, still listening to his drink. Give him a while and he might actually get round to drinking it.

Just to see what that sounds like.

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Ironhide just rumbles to himself thoughtfully, then scans to see if anyone else is coming back yet. With the amount of energon it's taken to get this party in gear it looks like they'll have some to take along when they move out.

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Stormcloud grumbles internally at himself - he meant to pace himself, but it's been too long since he had a decent cube of energon to himself. And his upgrades aren't helping as much as he thought they would.

His thoughts stray to the rat who swiped his last drink, and that naturally leads to Nightscream. The whiny slagger's having fun with Ironhide's pet: maybe he should do something about that.

No-one else has come through the door yet, though Armorhide is on the street, trundling towards home in snow-plough mode.

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Ironhide looks at the Sea Team briefly before his attention is once more attracted to his drink. He takes a couple sips, and then reaches over and pours a little from a fresh cube of green into Stormcloud's empty cup.

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Stormcloud doesn’t notice yet. He’s busy.

Busy leaning over Nightscream’s shoulder and jerking the black Minicon’s drink from his hand.

“Hey!” Nightscream turns and snatches at it, quick as an eel. But even drunk, Stormcloud’s fast enough to keep it away from him, laughing at the car-bot.

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Ironhide frowns, then reaches over to retrieve the singing drink himself.

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Stormcloud's backing away from Nightscream, who looks about ready to spring at him. Just as the Sea-con sniggers and lifts the cube to have a drink, he catches sight of the incoming hand, ducks under it fluidly... and staggers.

Waterlog's humming is broken by harsh laughter, though who it's directed at is up for debate.

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Ironhide briefly contemplates mayhem, and then picks up Stormcloud's abandoned cup and starts mixing again. "Nightscream, hand me the green powder."

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"Gimme a minute." Nightscream lunges at Stormcloud while the boat-con's off-balance, and first energon is spilled - not all of it, luckily, since Nightscream has enough sense to be careful about any drink not contained in a cube.

Waterlog's humming strays off-key as his gaze shifts over to the scuffle.

((*:p at self*))

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Ironhide watches this, then turns his attention to Waterlog as the spilled energy makes a silvery ripple of sad sound. "Can I drop him in a cube?"

It's Stormcloud he's meaning, and the asking is ingrained courtesy mixed with his new understanding of the little people.


((lol))

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Waterlog looks sideways at him for a second or two, and then brings up his missile arm so it's tipped in the Autobot's direction. Not aiming at him, but it could be. "Ye may try, if you've no love for your limbs."

Which suggests one reason why the self-professed pirate is staying more sober than his shipmate. Someone's got to have a steady aim.