knowhere | [private to Drift]

Uh, no! No. I'm right on schedule.

Just. Uh. [Cough.]

Where am I going?

[Knowing where Wing's hab suite is might be a good thing, yes?]

OH. I should have thought of that.

[He doesn't know where Drift lives, either, for that matter, but he figures the mech wants to keep his privacy. After all the intrusions of his privacy Wing had performed back on Theophany, he would keep his respectful distance.]

Green, number six. The first floor.

[So should have Drift, oops.]

Green, huh? I'm in Orange 1. [Maybe a little disappointment there. No wonder he'd never seen Wing around. In fact apparently none of his fellow Cybertronians are in his building at all which is starting to feel a little lonely. Well, unless you count Pharma, in which case that's negative numbers not positive. But hey, Drift gets to visit Wing now, that's big plus!] I'll be there shortly!

[It doesn't take him long to find what he needs in the marketplace, plus an unexpected bonus: what looks like a battered old model Cybertronian datapad that he snatches up from a junk collector without thinking twice. He's cleaned himself up as best he can, though it'll take a good buffing to remove the last of the mar where his autobrand lived. He's trying not to see the symbolism in that, but thankfully he has better things to look forward to right now.

So now Drift's standing outside the's door, waiting for his ventilations to calm, the old datapad and packet of 'jello' in hand. His finger hovers over the chime and with one last huff from his vents...he presses it.]

Edited (LOL and shenanigans ensure) 2014-09-04 23:21 (UTC)

[ unfortunately, it's not Wing that is about to answer the door. how Drift can mess up simple directions is a wonder, but when that door slides open? there is a massive tank crouching to see who could possibly be bothering him... ]

Yes?

[ red optics glowing in the shadow of his frame, Megatron sees who his quest is. ]

Drift?

[Hey he's just a little overexcited is all. Which is why he has a huge grin on his face when the door opens...that deflates into confusion when he sees someone very unexpected answer the door.]

.....

Megatron.

What're you--? Did Wing invite you too?

[ಠ_ಠ]

[Well damn, there goes his giddy thoughts of getting in some long overdue one-on-one time. (No offense Megatron).]

[ ...well he sees Drift's confusion. but then he also recalls the name. Wing. Megatron very quickly assesses the situation and puts two and two together.

Drift simply has the wrong room.

with that he smirks, folding his arms over his chest. ]

Oh no no, Drift. I'm not interrupting your hot date, don't worry. You, however, have the wrong room. I live here.

[Megatron sure figures it out faster than Drift does. The swordmech's thought process is a cascade of expressions that pass over his face, ending in something akin to abject horror.]

Aaaaaaaaaahaha^hahahaaaa SO I do. Have the wrong room. Fancy that!

I'll just, uh, be going then. [There's a flurry of hands before they both clutch the datapad in front of his face, as if the sheer force of his will might grow it to a size that could hide him from this embarrassing faux pas, blue optics shifting color slightly as the peer over the edge.] Terribly sorry. Have a good evening~!

[And then he pivots on a heel and steps towards the door opposite, finger hovering over the chime, resisting the urge to whang himself in the head with that datapad.]

...Yes. Fancy that.

[ oh Drift's horror is great. it's been a while since Megatron has had something to actually laugh at. which he is. yes, that's a thing he's doing right now - a deep sound that's going to vibrate through the corridor.

he doesn't stop Drift from continuing on, but his optics do catch that datapad. it looks pretty familiar... one of the knicks on the side.

but nah. coincidence.

with Drift gone he just moves back into his room. to write more, of course. ]

[Wing's heard some commotion in the hallway. It's not like he hasn't been listening for Drift's arrival or anything. But that sounded like...laughing?

Well, that was always a good sign, though it didn't sound like Drift's laugh. Then again, he's only heard Drift's kind of nervous laugh before.

He opens the door, just as the laugh echoes in the hallway, but there's Drift, clutching a datapad and looking a little confused.]

Is everything all right? I thought I heard...something (?)

[Drift is still trying to get his expression under control when the door opens. But thank Primus it's Wing this time! Whom he looks rather ecstatic to see. (And embarrassed. But nevermind that part.)]

Yes, now. Everything's fine now. [The datapad falls from view as Drift swings his arms nervously.] May I come in?

[Before anyone else pokes their head out into the hallway to investigate the noise?]

Now?

[So it wasn't fine before? Hmmmm. Suspicious jet is suspicious.]

Of course you can come in. I invited you, silly!

[Well yes it was dicey for about two minutes there. Drift might prefer another sword to the chest over Megatron exclaiming he's on a 'hot date' to the entire building. And seriously is this even a date for that matter? He has NO idea. If it is, he is not nearly nervous enough.]

I just...didn't know you lived across the hall from Megatron. That's all.

[Drift needs to quietly assassinate the storm of thoughts that bit of info riles up in his processor. POSITIVE THOUGHTS! Instead, he moves inside, looking around the room.]

[The date himself is feeling relatively room temperature, but he is certainly not averse to being warmed up.]

It was a surprise to me, but he is a quiet neighbor. [He gets the official Crystal City Seal of Good Neighborliness from Wing, which is another mark in the former warlord's favor, as far as Wing's concerned. It's hard to view the 'guy across the hall' as a mass murdering genocide, after all. ]

[Wing's settled on hiding the convertor for now, on the table with a cloth over it. Humans called it a table cloth, so surely that's what it was for--a cloth to hide things on tables. He is getting the hang of this. So there's a large blue and yellow flower patterned....lump on the main table. Smooth.]

Did you bring the jello?

[This may go down in history as the best or worst pick up line ever.]

Edited 2014-09-05 13:10 (UTC)

[Well it's only just started right? It could get warmer. Hotter, maybe? ~~Steamier, p-please?~~]

Except when he's laughing. [Shifty, squinty eyes at the door.] Do you...see him often?

[But wait, maybe they shouldn't be talking about Megatron. Doubtful that's the reason Drift was invited here. He does cast an optic at the odd mound of blue and yellow flowered Something on the table.]

[~~Or the best pick-up line.~~] Oh. Yes! Er. We need to make it first. But I just need a dish to put it in. [Because HEY, doing it in the palm of your hand makes a mess!]

[Wing is definitely interested in warming, yes. Perhaps, in fact, with some newly fabricated energon in both their systems.]

It's a laugh I wouldn't have imagined the Megatron of the early war to have, yes.

[He shrugs.] No, we've never spoken. He keeps to himself.

Hm. Maybe I should be more welcoming as a neighbor? [Welcome wagon giftbasket?]

You know how to make this, then? [SO IMPRESSED, Drift you are a connoisseur of these strange human foods.] Yes, of course, this way.

[Fuel is good! And not just because it enables energetic activities. ]

It's good to hear, yeah. I'm happy that he's come around finally. [Drift can console himself with that. At least he made the large mech laugh--who often looks surprisingly old and tired in the less guarded moments--even if it was at Drift's own expense.] More welcoming? Er, like how?

[Naw he doesn't sound alarmed at that!]

Of course! It's right here-- [On the label. No, shhh, don't ruin that great impression.] --in the kitchen right?

He does seem quite...different than the mech I remembered from the holovids.

[Which had been, he admits, probably heavily edited by Zeta and Sentinel to cast the worst possible light on the miner-turned-revolutionary. Still, he was a surprise.]

Oh, I don't know. Go for a walk? Bring over some breakfast? [That's what human food is called, right?]

[He nods, following Drift into the kitchen, pulling one of the bowls out and offering--hoping it's big enough.]

Will you let me smell it? I am curious.

[Because strawberries! ]

I suppose it goes without saying that he's been through a lot. But something happened back on Cybertron. I don't know the details but it really seemed to strike home. Something Bumblebee said or did... [A sheepish but warm smile.] Rather reminds me of what you did for me really...

[Drift thinks for a moment, deciding this sounds harmless enough.] I think he'd like that actually. Understandably there aren't many willing to be friendly to him.

[But watching Wing in the kitchen reminds Drift of something important, (he must be fully recovered from his wrong-door mishap)!] Oh! How is your hand?

You've all been through so much. [And so much self-inflicted. It hurt to think about.]

All I ever did for you, Drift, was treat you as a friend.

[He might have wished to do more, but time and fate had other plans.]

[He flexes his right hand, with a sheepish grin.]

All right. You can hardly tell, can you?

War wounds run deep. We're healing though, slowly, even Cybertron. [And even with as many stumbles as they've had along the way, he knows it's still progress.]

The first in a very long time. I'd...forgotten what it was like.

[He couldn't even appreciate that for what it was back then, much less more. The harsh truth of wanting more came when it was too late. But hey, second chances, yeah? He's not wasting it.]

[Drift stares at the hand, surprised, moving forward to get a closer look. 'Pleased' and 'concerned' seems to be fighting a battle for control of his features though.] Wow. Did you see a medic? Or engineer? [BETTER NOT BE PHARMA]

It's true. Many of the worst wounds of war aren't physical.

[Even Dai Atlas had had more than one, which had festered to the surface when Drift arrived.]

No one should forget what friends are like, Drift. And especially not here.

[Not if Wing has anything to say about it.]

Oh. I. Uh. This is me.

[He nods, a gesture that not only agrees but commiserates.] And beyond. It's hard to grow past all that now that it's over.

[But Wing is a great reminder that it's possible, that life outside of war can be a wonderful thing. ~~When not disrupted by Decepticon idiots that is~~.]

I don't think I could with you around. [Or Rodimus or Megatron... But Wing is special, he was the first since Gasket.]

Well of course it's you. [Duh. He reaches out to take the hand in two of his own. What is this jet even talking about.....?]

Hard, but not impossible. If one can endure war, one can survive peace.

[At least as far as Drift is concerned, Wing is confident.]

Not if I have anything to say about it. [And he will say plenty about it.]

[Wing spreads the fingers--it seems to take some concentration as he does it. ]

I mean, it's, well, not real. It's me, but not really me. [Clears that right up!]

I would think so! It seems so simple when you put it like that. Yet after 4 millions years of war, it's hard to set aside grudges. It's happening though, faster for some than others. [Megatron is an example in that, for all that most don't believe him.]

[He just grins, his spark tight and blooming in his chassis at the same time, a little overcome by the strength of Wing's conviction. He doesn't feel worthy, but if Wing says...?]

Not real--? [Refocusing with his expectations pushed a aside, Drift starts to understand. Wing's aura is present, stronger than usual even, but the EM field is near to missing, as if the hand wasn't there.] Wait...what??? That is. Odd!! How, what...?

[CRYSTAL clear communication happening right here yup.]

The truth is almost always simple to state, Drift. It's the living it out that becomes...difficult at times.

[Wing does say. And he'll say it louder and louder if necessary.]

It works well enough, so far. [As long as he doesn't lose concentration. That's a problem. Especially because he wants to concentrate on Drift right now.]

Meditation does some wonderful things. [That, and the gem, he thinks.]

Hologram > Action

Hologram > Action

Hologram > Action

Action; kids these days

Action; at least he's not doorbell ditching you

Action; true also very NOT SORRY

Action; fffffff never be sorry

Action;

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