BYEDONTFOLLOWME

[ancillary]

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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[myownbestfriend]

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?"

[candidcamerabot]

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."

[academybot]

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?"

[redshitlord]

"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."