Nexus. Safe house and Black Dog bar. Business.

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Mistfire: *standing on the warehouse roof with one foot on the parapet as she watches the comings and goings of this corner of the Nexus*

Scatters: *in alt mode, spins a few cookies in a nearby unoccupied area, blasting cheerful music over his radio*

Mistfire: *turns her head and then walks over to that side of the warehouse to stand with both feet on the parapet and look down at him*

Scatters: *spins another cookie, and speeds up, hitting a small hummock of dirt and getting airborn briefly, before transforming, landing with both feet, and skidding to a halt* WOOHOO! And he nails the landing! The crowd goes wild!

Mistfire: *hands clapping slowly*

Scatters: *blink blink* Huh? *looks around, and eventually looks up* Hi! :-D

Mistfire: *grins and jumps off the roof, landing in a crouch before straightening and walking toward him* Hi. You look like you're feeling pretty good.

Scatters: Eheheheh...^_^;; *sheepishly rubs the back of his helm*

Show: he got into Bumblebee's stash of energon goodies... he's going to be wired for a few hours....

Mistfire: *stops right in front of Scattershot and hugs him, glad to see him*

Scatters: *Glee, hugs Mistfire back* You feeling better?

Mistfire: *head on his shoulder* Better than I look. *lifts head then and gives Showtime a small smile, letting her know that she's not ignoring her*

Scatters: *small grin, happy snuggle*

Show: *nods at Mistfire*

Mistfire: *lets go of Scattershot and nearly takes his hand, but then remembers what that can mean and doesn't* Lets go inside and sit down. I've got enough credit for a couple cubes.

Show: Sounds like a plan to me....

Scatters: *nod nod* Let's go! ^^

Mistfire: *smiles and then turns and leads the way, giving Scattershot a full view of the patch on her back as she goes*

Scatters: *frown, follows* After this, we could go back to Showtime's and my reality.... I got the guy called, he's available all afternoon....

Mistfire: *pauses to open the door and look inside, then glances back at him* The bodywork guy?

Scatters: And his friend who does paint. ^^

Mistfire: *slow smile* Sweet. I'm looking forward to it. *steps back so as to let him lead the way inside*

Scatters: *'accidentally' brushes his hand against Mistfire's as he goes inside*

Show: *amused chuckle*

Mistfire: *browplate quirks and smile widens slightly. Well if he's going to flirt then she... no. She doesn't want to scare him again. Settles for the smile as she follows him*

Scatters: *silly grin as he nearly trips over an unoccupied chair while watching Mistfire*

Show: *facepalm*

Mistfire: *pauses to lean on the chair next to that one* Just how many of those treats did you eat?

Scatters: Um...I lost count after the seventh one...^^;;

Mistfire: *chuckles and then pulls the chair out to sit on it, deciding that this table's good, and that her back is close enough to the wall to be safe. Looks at Showtime as she settles comfortably* What'll you have?

Show: Just a cube of mid grade is fine....

Scatters: *finally works out how to get into the chair he nearly tripped over earlier*

Mistfire: *watching Scattershot with a smile as she admires his paint job* What flavor?

Show: *blink* er... there's flavored mid grade? *new concept, wow*

Mistfire: I've seen pink, yellow, and something that's either purple or grey, depending on the light.

Show: *considers* Hmm... well... I'll be adventurous and try the yellow....

Archiva: *walking over* With or without fizz?

Mistfire: *blinks*

Archiva: Pooka knocked some minerals into one keg.

Show: *raised optic ridge* Without, please.

Scatters: *flutters doorwings, nearly falls from his chair*

Mistfire: *turns to look at him a little worriely, though the worry only shows in a lack of smile. Considers, then moves her chair closer and puts a hand on his shoulder to see if that helps* I'll have straight low grade.

Archiva: *nods and fetches the cubes*

Scatters: *Sheepish* Sorry...'m a bit of a klutz when 'm overcharged....

Show: *rolls optics* Okay...You mentioned info...What sort of info are we talking about here?

Mistfire: *chuckles at Scattershot, and then forgets herself as she turns to Showtime and leans back against him* I hear you want to know... a location. *takes her cube as its set on the table and sips from it*

Show: *raised optic ridge, but other than that, expression serene as she reaches for her own cube* I might... it depends on the location's relevance.

Mistfire: Ohhh, say... the location of a certain Decepticon hideout.

Show: *sips at her energon, but her doorwings give away her interest*

Mistfire: *notes the wings* I wonder if she's been repaired yet?

Show: *calmly puts her cube down* She get attacked or something?

Mistfire: Now, I wouldn't call it an attack. *smiles and leans just a little more against her back rest* Someone just thought she needed a little lesson on how it felt to be chased around and called a glitch head.

Show: *slight concern for her own safety, but hides it well* Really now...well, whoever did it probably had their reasons...*smirks* You get images of the lesson?

Mistfire: *glances over at Nemesis' bulletin board by the bar*

Show: *makes a note to go over and look later* Cool. Anyways, that info... I know it won't be cheap. *All business* How much?

Mistfire: *tsks, having no idea that her creator does the same thing* Well a girl's got to make a living, you know. How much have you got?

Show: *raised optic ridge as that uneasy feeling of familiarity hits her again* Well... let's see... the bounty on that particular 'Con is roughly eleven thou.... *she pulls out a credit chit* I happen to have about that much on me....

Mistfire: *to Scattershot as she looks at the chit and motions to Archiva to bring a chip scanner over so she can read it* //That's more than you mentioned.// Sounds like she's a popular gal.

Scatters: *blink*//Huh...guess she must've fragged someone else off too....//

Show: *Snerk* Only if you like psychotic would-be-assassin/terrorists who think blowing up bridges is 'fun'.... the human government is working with the Elite Guard for the bounty payment... I think Fanzone just wants a chance to whack her with a stick for about an hour or so.

Mistfire: *chuckles at that last, amused at the mental image* I think he's more the baseball bat type.

Show: *laughs* You know, I could see that... one of those 'Louisville slugger' type bats....

Mistfire: *grinning* Yup. *passes scanner over the chit, then rubs chin... again unconciously echoing her creator* Well, it looks like this is all in order.

Show: *small smirk*

Mistfire: *thoughtful as she folds her arms* So... what do you say... half now, and half when you get her?

Show: *leans back in her chair* Whatever works... I'm flexible....

Scatters: *to Mistfire* //She doesn't live with the other 'Bots....//

Mistfire: *sipping energon to get time before she answers Showtime* //Do you think this plan's a bad idea then?//

Scatters: *shakes head slightly* //I think it's a good thing that she doesn't stay at their base...means they're less likely to get involved and get hurt.//

Show: *also sips at her energon, glad that she decided to be a bit more adventurous*

Mistfire: //So she'll be doing this job solo?//

Scatters: //more than likely, knowing her....//

Mistfire: //How likely is it that she's going to be able to pull this off?//

Scatters: //If she uses her processor, I'd say about a 50% chance of her pulling off the capture with little to no injury... that Decepticon is a tough fighter... and is probably expecting something//

Mistfire: *transmits the sound of a sigh* //Ah well, live and learn. I'll have half the credit anyway.// *sets down cube and smiles slightly at Showtime* So....

Show: *neutral expression* So....

Scatters: //I'll keep an optic on her, just in case she tries to go turncoat on ya....//

Mistfire: *pokes credit chit* How do you split this thing? I've got some mechs to see about some bodywork. //If she doesn't get the 'Con I have no right to the second half of the credit.//

Show: *surprised expression* Er...Lemme see if i have half the amount in smaller denominations.... *digs through a compartment, pulls out numerous chits, adding them up as she sorts them until she reaches half the amount on the first chit*

Scatters: *hiccups a bit, trying to hide the look of surprise* //Wow... I didn't think anyone would be dumb enough to carry that much on 'em at one time....//

Mistfire: //Call me dumb, but where else would she keep it?//

Scatters: //Subspace?// *Shrug*

Mistfire: //Ah.// *takes credits and counts them over, then turns and pops open one of Scattershot's storage compartments to store half of it*

Scatters: *surprised noise, relaxes and snuggles against Mistfire*

Show: *huffs a bit to hide her snicker*

Mistfire: *closes compartment and pat pats it, then gently touches his face before sticking the rest of the credit into her own storage and turning back to smile at Showtime* It was nice doing business with you.

Show: *nods, a small smile on her face* I still need the coordinates....

Mistfire: *taps a little spot that wasn't on Showtime's hand when she came here* Do you really?

Show: *surprised as she glances down at the spot, before she starts laughing*

Scatters: *doorwings up in surprise*

Mistfire: *leans back with a pleased snuggle as she grins and sips her energon*

Show: *laughter dies down to quiet chuckling* You know, you're the first in a long time to succeed in sneaking something by me like that... I'd elaborate, but I need to start planning something.... *finishes her energon and stands up* I'll be back here after things get taken care of.

Mistfire: *still grinning as she nods* You're welcome.

Show: *nods and waves as she heads for the door, having left an extra credit chit on the table*

Mistfire: *looks at the chit, then twists to look at Scattershot* I'm getting the tab... so I'm in charge of the tips, too, right?

Scatters: I think so....

Mistfire: *pokes at the chit* Then what's this?

Scatters: *leans forward to examine the extra credit* ...That... is an Autobot's way of being sneaky....

Mistfire: *face clears* //It's bugged?//

Scatters: *shakes head* Knowing her, nope... she's probably just trying to be nice.

Mistfire: .... *quizzical brow quirk*

Scatters: That particular 'Bot has this... glitch... where she tends to feel guilty about stuff even if there's no reason to feel guilty.

Mistfire: *hmmmms to herself and reaches to open his storage compartment again to put the chit with the rest*

Scatters: *snuggles*

Mistfire: *pauses with the chit still in her hand and looks at him*

Scatters: *mumbles* Oh yeah... now I remember wh- *thunk*

Mistfire: *startled as she looks down at him, and then kneels next to him and props him up to pat his face* Scattershot?

Scatters: *softly and a bit dazed-sounding* Next time I start to binge on energon goodies... shoot me....

Mistfire: .... Couch time?

Scatters: *slight nod as he tries to sit up under his own power*

Mistfire: *lifts him and pulls his arm over her shoulders, then winces slightly as she straightens, but only puts the chit down and turns him toward the door* Alright, come on. Help me out here.

Scatters: *nods and tries his best to walk without stumbling*

Nemesis: *looks over and sends one of her drones to pick them both up, one under each arm, and haul them to the safe house*

Mistfire: Whoa....

Scatters: *alarmed, doorwings UP* H-hey!

Bet: *dumps him on the couch he's slept on before, and then sets Mistfire down before looking back and forth between them and turning and heading back to the bar*

Mistfire: ... That was ...interesting.

Scatters: *nods, before flopping over on the couch*

Mistfire: *watches him, and then starts slightly and takes the remnant of her cube from the drone before sitting on her couch and looking a little forlorn as she wonders what to do now*

Scatters: 'ey... *holds up his PINpoint and databursts Mistfire the coordinates of the guy he knows who does paint jobs* When ya go... tell him the guy with the pink car sent ya....

Mistfire: *perks, then drains the last of her drink before giving the cube a wap that dissipates it* I'll do that. Are you sure you're alright?

Scatters: *nods* Yeah... I just have to wait for my systems to clear the last of the energon goodies out....

Mistfire: *settles back on her couch* I guess I can wait that long.

Scatters: You don't have to wait for me....

Mistfire: *softly as she shrugs* You stayed with me.

Scatters: *small smile, shutters his optics* 'M glad I was allowed to... didn' want you to be left alone....

Mistfire: *finds her datapad and connects to the 'Net* Get some rest.


((co-written with femme_is_a_mech))