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Miranda Lawson ([personal profile] ancillary) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-04-07 08:00 pm

BYEDONTFOLLOWME

Who: Miranda and YOU
Where: Maccadam's
When: After this disaster
What: Miranda licking her wounds and hating robot teenagers, but also vodka.
Warnings: Questionable potato vodka and minor injuries. Standard Mass Effect functioning alcoholism.

Miranda had suffered her fair share of dives. Cerberus contacts that had her plastering on a fake smile as she talked logistics in the back of red sand dusted table in the back of a smoked out bar on Omega. Even when it was the veritable pits at least she never had the need to fallback on undergraduate biochemistry classes and distill her own alcohol.

She wanted to blame Rodimus and his attached to the hip friend with the swords. She wanted to be incensed. Instead she told herself she was happy enough not to debase herself and concentrate on her more practical pursuits. Such as re-purposing some of the machinery she found behind the massive bar in Maccadam's and putting those tubers and other consumable to use. Vodka, specifically. She lucked out and found the hardware close enough to what she recognized and could feasibly work with to make this into a time pisser that actually let her think; to do something with her hands. There was even a clear concoction behind the bar that came up on her omni-tool as being isopropyl in all but name. Everything a girl could hope for.

"Shit."

Sitting on the counter top of the Maccadam's bar, Miranda hissed when she brought a wad of torn synthetic fabric soaked in rubbing alcohol up to her lacerated and swollen face where she bore the brunt of that fight. Had to take care of the superficial wounds before she wasted her medi-gel. Rubbing alcohol in one hand, she also had what must be the glass for the world's smallest shot for the average Cybertronian but held like a highball glass to her filled with ice and strong vodka. Her own brew, and the way she shuddered when she took a pull, it was strong.
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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2015-04-08 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Surrounded by alien minds, Emma picked up the thread of a human one and followed it. Appearing suddenly on another world was really more a Fantastic Four thing, but wasn't entirely unheard of by X-Men standards, and she was more annoyed than worried. Odd that the rest of the team was nowhere within telepathic earshot, but they'd turn up eventually. In the meantime, might as well seek out someone with whom she'd have some common ground. Maccadam's didn't have set of swinging doors to push aside, or any music to stop playing, but Emma, spotless white cape billowing behind her, made an impressive entrance anyway.

To room empty except for the human who owned the mental signature she'd been tracing. "Good lord, what happened to you?"
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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2015-04-08 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
There was no reason for Emma to have a cape besides theatrical swooshing about, really.

"Hmm." The locals were a good 20 feet tall, if the architecture was to be believed. And all Miranda had gotten away with was minor cosmetic damage? Interesting.

"...All right." Emma looked at the floor-to-bar distance, evaluating. No way was she making that with her dignity intact, at least not in her normal flesh-and-blood form. With a thought, she changed to diamond and hopped the now trivial distance to where Miranda was sitting, landing with a thud and more dramatic cape billowing before switching back to normal. Pretending to be a baseline served no purpose here, but maybe she'd keep quiet about telepathy for the moment.
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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2015-04-09 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Our being here isn't an accident?" Not that Emma realized it, but it said something about her life that her immediate assumption on being teleported to an alien world was that someone's science experiment had gotten out of control. "Do tell."

She offered an opera-gloved hand to shake while reaching for a Cybertronian shot glass with the other. "I'm Emma Frost, by the way."
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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2015-04-09 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Game recognize game, gurl.

Emma poured herself a finger or so of alien moonshine while she listened to Miranda, looking skeptical more at the smell than the explanation.

"This might crack the top ten list of the most ludicrous things that have ever happened to me." Nothing about her life had made sense in years. Leaning back in her chair, Emma took a test sip and made the sort of face one would associate with drinking space rotgut. "This is never going to replace a Napoleon cognac."
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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2015-04-15 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've never been fond of giant robots." Thinking of Sentinels, Emma knocked back her whole drink like a college student doing shots. She didn't try to suppress the resulting full-body shudder as it burned its way down. "I have friends better at taking them apart than I am, but unfortunately they're not here."
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[personal profile] candidcamerabot 2015-04-08 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Spy Shot isn't here for drinks, which is probably a good thing considering his size. He just enjoys people watching, and the bar is a prime place for that.

Sometimes he likes to do more than just watch, however, and realizing he hasn't introduced himself to this particular human lady yet he decides to do so.

Jogging up to her along the bar-top, the camera-bot greets, "Hello. You are injured."
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[personal profile] candidcamerabot 2015-04-09 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am Spy Shot 6," he answers, settling down on the edge of the counter near her, legs kicking idly in the air. "Do you need medical attention?"

Actually, he's not sure what he'd do if she did. Even if he had a phone here, which he does not, he's pretty sure there's no 911 for humans on Cybertron...

A little lightbulb goes off in his head, thankfully metaphorical, given that Miranda might not react favorably to a camera flash at the moment. "I could get June. She is a nurse."
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[personal profile] candidcamerabot 2015-04-12 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Spy Shot thinks about that for a moment. Surely a nurse even without medical facilities is still is still better than no nurse at all? He just gives a little shrug, though. He has never needed a nurse at all, so he doesn't really have a place to debate it from.

He nods agreeably at Miranda's other statement, though. "I am." He sits up a little bit straighter, looking proud. "I am a camera."
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[personal profile] academybot 2015-04-09 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Optimus usually wasn't one to hang out in bars unless he'd been dragged there by Sentinel and Elita, and that hadn't happened in ages. But it seemed like to best place to try and meet some of the others who'd been displaced, so he was seated at the bar off to the side with a glass of engex he hadn't really been drinking.

Seeing a human on Cybertron wasn't something he'd been expecting at all, so Miranda immediately caught his interest. Watching as she began treating her wounds, he leaned closer to her part of the bar with a look of concern.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Are you alright?"
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[personal profile] academybot 2015-04-17 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
Optimus was a little taken aback by the sudden threat of violence, but considering Miranda's current state it he could certainly understand the frustration. He leaned back a bit to put a little more space between them. Just in case.

"Uh. No, can't say I've met anyone by that description, Miranda." It was going to be a very interesting conversation when he did. "My name is Optimus Prime," he continued, completing the introductions.

"I get feeling everyone is a little on edge here," he offered a little sheepishly. He was aware it wasn't a very good excuse. "Where I'm from most bots have never seen an organic, let alone spoke with a human. Did someone attack you?"
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[personal profile] academybot 2015-04-23 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
He was pretty sure he'd heard that name before, not that it meant anything here. From what he'd heard about Rodimus Prime it sounded like this was a completely different one.

"Yes, but I don't think it translates the same across universes. I think your human equivalent would be a more like a captain. I'm guessing you've met the other Optimus Prime, then?"
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[personal profile] redshitlord 2015-04-17 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, a bar!"

Said like a true child who had never actually been inside of one legally in his life. Sideswipe sounds way too excited about this whole thing. He barely even seems to notice there's a problem. Sorry, Miranda, this is the kind of asshole you get to enjoy for the moment.

He makes a beeline for said bar, grabbing the edge of it and leaning over the top, peering around. "Hello...? Hey! Hey! Anyone? Hello!"

It's only belatedly he notices the human on the bartop. He blinks, his eager expression suddenly clouding over.

"Wow. You look like scrap."
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[personal profile] redshitlord 2015-04-17 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Wow..."

Now that she was actually talking, the whole extent of the "looking like scrap" was clearer to him. He grimaced, and held up his hands in surrender.

For all of five seconds. Before chiming in again, though, this time, he ended up sounding more curious and concerned than anything.

"Hey, uh. You're a human, right?" Because he'd never seen one in shape like this. Except in a TV show one time. "I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to look like that... you uh. Need repairs or something?"
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[personal profile] redshitlord 2015-04-18 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
His head snapped around to follow the flying blob of bloody cotton, like a cat watching a bird. Was she... peeling off parts of her face? Was that healthy? Was any of this healthy? Where was Bee when you needed him to nerd off about Earth and human beings, anyway?

He laughs, a bit awkwardly, holding up his hands. Because wow that name sounds like something that would make it so he couldn't drive anywhere.

Because guess who never actually had any before.

"How about we cut to the chase and I just play good Autobot? With the ride home part, I mean. I can come back."
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[personal profile] redshitlord 2015-04-22 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Autobot. See?"

He even gestured to the emblem on his chest. Beaming. Like she would understand this was something to be proud of. Or like she'd even care. He assumes she would -- because who wouldn't?

"Right, right. Okay. So... where to?"

He even lowered a hand for her.