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robothell2015-06-09 10:29 pm
sparkwhisperer) wrote in robothell2015-06-09 10:29 pm
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Who: Tarn and Galvatron, Tarn and Spinister
Where: in and around the Decepticon Base
When: the morning after prom
What: Tarn is hungover and meets Galvatron/ Spinister and Tarn have a heart to heart
Warnings: none as of yet
Galvatron
Hangovers. Something that Tarn is familiar with, in concept, but not necessarily in experience. He would have preferred to keep it that way, to be honest. Unfortunately one can not simply undo the massive amounts of engex that he consumed over the course of the previous night. Now he must pay for his mistake.
At least the world had stopped spinning, that is a definite improvement. However, daylight still felt like it was melting his processor, and mild nausea still roiled in his tanks.
Tarn finds it important to celebrate the small victories.
As he heads back to the Decepticon base from his meeting with Sixshot, he finds that his footfalls are agitating his headache. Too wrapped up in trying to cultivate as quiet a journey as possible he barely notices that someone is in his way until it is too late.
Bumping shoulders, Tarn turns to look at the mech in his way.
“Apologies, I was distracted.”
His voice is strained and far softer than his usual deep timber.
Spinister:
He hasn’t been avoiding Spinister. Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just that they haven’t really spoken since Megatron came to pay the base a visit, over a month ago.
It isn’t as if Tarn hasn’t done anything to warrant the scientist’s displeasure, because he is aware that he has done plenty including denting the walls of his brand new shower…
Regardless Tarn figures now is as good of a a time as ever to talk things out as he limps his way into Spinister’s lab with his dented pelvic plating.
He has attempted to ask Pharma about seeing to it, but the Autobot had immediately pinned him with a poisonous glare. It seems to him that the helicopter might be his only option.
“Spinister. Do you have a moment."
Where: in and around the Decepticon Base
When: the morning after prom
What: Tarn is hungover and meets Galvatron/ Spinister and Tarn have a heart to heart
Warnings: none as of yet
Galvatron
Hangovers. Something that Tarn is familiar with, in concept, but not necessarily in experience. He would have preferred to keep it that way, to be honest. Unfortunately one can not simply undo the massive amounts of engex that he consumed over the course of the previous night. Now he must pay for his mistake.
At least the world had stopped spinning, that is a definite improvement. However, daylight still felt like it was melting his processor, and mild nausea still roiled in his tanks.
Tarn finds it important to celebrate the small victories.
As he heads back to the Decepticon base from his meeting with Sixshot, he finds that his footfalls are agitating his headache. Too wrapped up in trying to cultivate as quiet a journey as possible he barely notices that someone is in his way until it is too late.
Bumping shoulders, Tarn turns to look at the mech in his way.
“Apologies, I was distracted.”
His voice is strained and far softer than his usual deep timber.
Spinister:
He hasn’t been avoiding Spinister. Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just that they haven’t really spoken since Megatron came to pay the base a visit, over a month ago.
It isn’t as if Tarn hasn’t done anything to warrant the scientist’s displeasure, because he is aware that he has done plenty including denting the walls of his brand new shower…
Regardless Tarn figures now is as good of a a time as ever to talk things out as he limps his way into Spinister’s lab with his dented pelvic plating.
He has attempted to ask Pharma about seeing to it, but the Autobot had immediately pinned him with a poisonous glare. It seems to him that the helicopter might be his only option.
“Spinister. Do you have a moment."
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Bitter? A little bit.
"Also, it's not really a 'rapport', it's you doing monumentally dumb things and then me making you not dead."
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"Excuse me, but if I recall, you have only brought me back from the brink of death once. Everything else has been relatively minor."
He thinks about ignoring the comment about Megatron. Instead his optics flick away as he stands from the table.
"You have my apologies about the incident with Megatron. I should have mentioned that there were two. And at the time I was...unaware of his work at the Autobot clinic."
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He deflates after that though and just sullenly glares at the leader of the DJD.
"Whatever," he mutters and gathers up his tools, shoving them into a box.