2016-07-21 Splash Zone
From Transformers: Lost and Found
|Location||Lost Light - Recreation -- Oil Baths|
|Summary||Sky just wants to relax.|
Some entirely unnecessary fabric half-curtains hang across the entrance with a swirl of some strange foreign characters painted onto the fabric.
The air is warm and rich with a bouquet of scents. Near the entry, the sharp, bright scent of soaps and cleaners is strongest near the the racks of open showers; shower heads of adjustable heights allow bots from Minimus to Magnus to make use of the facility while benches and stools give space for the injured or wearied to slough off the mess from a fight. Beyond, a larger space is cordoned off into several sections.
There are a few small, deep baths, capable of holding one very large mech, or a couple of smaller mechs. Minerals and scents are racked on the wall nearby to be added to the smaller baths. By far the largest pool is a communal soaking pool, hot enough to sink deep past armoring into the struts while an icy plunge pool nearby is good for waking back up.
Sliding doors lead to the body shop next door where a clean frame can go for touch-ups.
<FS3> Blackstorm rolls Stealth: Good Success. (3 8 5 3 6 2 8 7 3 4 4)
After a long day in the shuttle bay, Blackstorm has enough presence of mind to tidy up. For once. But, as is no surprise, the minibot cannot do so in any way that could be considered efficient. Instead, he makes the whole experience something of a party. The pilot has settled into one of the public baths, and he has spent the past hour or so hiding under the oil and popping out with an enthusiastic "BOO" at everyone who passes.
Skystalker is no exception. With just the top of his helm barely visible, the minibot paddles in place until he sees a flicker of movement. And then he leaps forwards into the open air with a shout.
<FS3> Skystalker rolls Reaction+Reaction: Good Success. (2 7 7 3 8 5 6 2)
Skystalker has had a long day. Maybe because of the chaos on Dunia, or maybe because he's had to pick up some work for others-- in any case, he went to recharge briefly after shift before turning up at the oil baths, careful not to disturb anyone else as he makes his way in and rinses off. Then it's to the bath, which has --someone in it. Skystalker has one boot in the oil when Blackstorm jumps up and onward out of the bath. His wings flare out in a burst of startled movement, and his other boot lifts up to plant itself on whatever it might catch. Maybe shoulder, maybe face. Skystalker's arms have an array of items in them, which explains his attempt to start punting minibots.
<FS3> Opposed Roll -- Skystalker=Reaction+Reaction Vs Blackstorm=Reaction+Reaction
< Skystalker: Good Success (8 1 4 6 8 7 3 5) Blackstorm: Good Success (8 2 4 4 8 4 7 1)
< Net Result: DRAW
Flailing, the minibot grabs onto the nearest object in order to steady himself. It just happens to be Skystalker's other pede and...
"Ack!" Skystalker yelps when Blackstorm grabs his other foot, and they both go slip-sliding down into the oil bath with a small tide splashing up around them. Sky drops everything in his arms so he can flap his hands out to catch the step and not bash into it as he slides in. "Blackstorm?!" It's more shocked and affronted than angry-- at least at the moment.
The fall is a wild ride the minibot; when Skystalker splashes into the oil bath, Blackstorm is briefly sunctioned underneath the surface. Where is up? Where is down? For a fleeting moment, he experiences real terror and begins to thrash with even more intensity. When he does break the surface, though, fear quickly fades into confusion. Blackstorm floats in a daze for a moment or two before the sound of his name triggers something in him. "Whoa," he whispers, almost reverently.
Skystalker is an oil monster now. This is his life. He's covered in the backsplash of Storm's thrashing about, and his amber optics flicker and blink out at the minibot when he turns upside right, all a-boggle. The crest on Skystalker's forehead head furrows a little with the strong dip of his browline. There is a lot of serious frowning going on right now.
At first, Blackstorm does not notice the stormcloud crossing Skystalker's faceplates. He's just happy to be alive and whole. And, as always, Blackstorm has the uncanny ability to take everything in stride. An almost frantic giggle bubbles up out of the minibot's mouth. "Well, don't you pack a wallo-oh," he trails off.
As he turns to face Skystalker, there is the dawning realization. Whatever that look is he knows he doesn't like it. Before he can mutter another word, the minibot is paddling across the bath as fast as his legs can carry him.
The moment that Blackstorm trails off is when the cloud over Skystalker seems to rumble most. Skystalker is not often the one to go the route of revenge, but in this case, when the minibot sees him and starts paddling away like a maniac-- maybe today is one of those days. The wings under the oil flare up, and Skystalker starts after Blackstorm's wake, his scowl twisting into a sharp, crooked little grin. Surprise me, will you? If he can catch the small pilot, there's going to be some epic dunkage.
<FS3> Opposed Roll -- Blackstorm=reaction+reaction Vs Skystalker=reaction+reaction
< Blackstorm: Good Success (5 2 4 7 7 4 6 4) Skystalker: Good Success (7 8 8 5 2 1 5 2)
< Net Result: Skystalker wins - Marginal Victory
This oil is really throwing off his groove. Even as fast as the minibot is moving, an impossibly fast streak, it's only a fraction of what he can do on solid ground. Just as he is reaching the edge of the pool he feels something grab him from behind. "Wha-" he begins to say. But before he can finish, the oil is flooding into his intakes. There's that wild flailing to go along with it.
Skystalker does not hold him down for long, but when he re-emerges he seems just as dazed the second time as the first. When he opens his intake to speak, all that comes out is a mouthful of oil. Blackstorm's vocoder sputters static.
Cue several moments later. "... Well, I guess I deserved that one."
It's enough of a dunk to teach a lesson, as Skystalker is a fair but firm teacher. When he lets Blackstorm back up, he keeps his hands braced on the mini's shoulders while he comes up dazed and sputtering. Mmm. Okay, that's enough. The smile settles into something a little less enthusiastic, though his voice adopts an easy level. "Yes. Yes you did deserve that one. Good thing I wasn't twice as big, you'd have been bath paste."
Blackstorm looks appraising for a moment, and then shrugs. His easy laughter echoes through the room. Despite just getting kicked in the faceplates, he doesn't seem all that concerned. It smarts a little, but ... "Hey, I'm alive. All that matters."
He's glad to see Skystalker relax, though, and take it all with humor. After all, he had only been attempting to have a little giggle. There really was nothing malicious in it, and he'd rather it not turn into some sort of extended affair. "Whoa, though. That was memorable. I won't be forgetting that any time soon." He had been seeking an experience, and now he found it.
"Better not. Not every day people get to wrestle with me." With a brief wink of an optic, Skystalker lowers one hand to splash the minibot in the face before moving away to start fishing the bottom for the stuff he'd dropped in. "I lost my stuff somewhere in here..." He keeps his nose and eyes above water, oil lapping at his closed mouth while his arms search.
There is a flicker of interest in Blackstorm's gaze. Oh, he likes this one. "Well, I'm glad I got to see your slick moves," he responds back, unable to hold back a snicker. Wow, that is so terrible he could groan, but he had to say it. The opportunity and means were there.
Thankfully, Skystalker answers him with a faceful of oil (which seems highly appropriate). Gasping, the minibot dives down in order to avoid the attack. He heard something about dropping something in, so he gives a cursory search while underneath. But really? Blackstorm re-emerges behind Skystalker and repays the splash in kind. That's what he was going for.
Skystalker snorts into the top of the bath, mouth curving into a smile for the terrible joke. His hand closes around one of his items and he brings it out, giving it a shake free of droplets. Then there is a sploosh from behind, and not only is he covered again, but so is the bottle. There is a startled, scoffing laugh out of him when he speaks. "Oh--! Primus, you are such a little twit, aren't you?!" Skystalker is still mostly inside of the bath, so when he double checks over his shoulder for the minibot, it is to fan his wingtips up to splash back. Much more effective than a hand.
That wingslap ends with less a splash to the face than a wave to the face. Once again, well deserved. Spluttering, the minibot still manages to get out a chuckle. "Twit? Oh come on now. Admit it. You're enjoying yourself," he teases.
The pilot could have kept right on going with their splash battle, but instead he twists in the oil bath until he is floating on his back strut. He looks perfectly at ease in this position. With a few kicks of his pedes, he is floating by Skystalker. He smiles up at him with that cheeky grin of his. "Don't play hard to get. This oil is slippery enough as it is, yeah?"
Ha. Skystalker stands up after collecting his belongings from the bottom, brushes and bottle and what not. Cleaning supplies, because that is what he came to do. His polish from Vortex is still good, and he wants to keep it nice.
"I used to default to 'hard to get', Blackstorm." Skystalker informs him, setting his things on the edge of the bath. "It's a difficult habit to break, I'll have you know." There is a goodnatured smile for him then, tossed briefly down his shoulder while the minibot floats past.
Well, isn't that cryptic? A little too cryptic for his tastes, to be honest, and so he doesn't directly respond to it. Or ask, for that matter. It sounds like he's talking about the past, and the past is a weird subject. The present is so much better. So, instead, his optics roll to look at the smooth, black surface of the oil bath. As much of a pain as he has been, he might as well make it up by helping out a little bit.
"Did you get everything down there? I can dive down and have another look. By the way, you have my apology. I didn't mean to make you spill all that."
"Ah, I think one bottle is still down there somewhere." Skystalker leans over to look across the surface under Blackstorm. "It's okay. It was a harmless prank, right? If I got upset about those it'd be hard to be ...on this ship." Skystalker does laugh lightly as he sits down against the edge of the pool, checking below him for the lone bottle just in case. Seems like it rolled elsewhere.
With another twist of his frame, Blackstorm dives down underneath the surface of the pool. The minibot stays down there, searching, for an impressive period of time. Skystalker may even feel the displacement of oil as Blackstorm slides by his pedes on more than one occasion. Just when the whole effort seems futile, the pilot pops up across the pool with something clutched in his hand. He crows victorously. "Here we g- Wait a second," Blackstorm trails off, doing a double take.
A little too hastily, Blackstorm tosses the object over his shoulder into the neighboring pool. Plop. Whatever it is, it begins to sink below the surface. "That wasn't yours. Communal pools, yeah? You'll never know what you'll find."
He only hopes that Skystalker didn't get a good glimpse of whatever-it-was. That was pretty gross.
Skystalker looks perplexed over the course of the find. The joy, then the toss, the explanation. "Um, pardon me? What was that?" Skystalker tries to hide a flicker of disturbance on his features, optics narrowing as he takes out a tool to get some of Dunia's dust from his joints.
"... Nothing," Blackstorm responds a little too quickly. If Skystalker knew, Blackstorm could only assume he would not approve of tossing The-Thing-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named back into any tub. Beside the point, or maybe to distract from the point, the minibot suddenly dives back underneath the surface. He is not ready to give up the search.
After a few more rounds, he re-emerges. This time he double checks to make sure he's holding the right object before giving a cry of victory. "There it is! Rolled into the filter."
Skystalker seems dubious of the answer once more, but there's nothing to be done except put in a note to maintenance about cleaning the oil baths out again. Hm. Instead of worrying, he tries to track the ripples that the minibot leaves in his wake during his diving. Aw, look how determined. "Thank you!" Skystalker grins back when Blackstorm returns his lost bottle.
Blackstorm smiles back at Skystalker. "Least I could do," he responds. If he has any lingering guilt about the scare, it's gone now. The pilot has done his good deed for the day (even if he caused the trouble in the first place).
Then minibot turns to look at the pile of oil-soaked objects now sitting on the edge og the pool, quirking an optic ridge. That's a curious array, isn't it? "Did I distract you from wherever you were going? Looks like you had plans."
"These were my plans, actually. I was going to spend a good long time in here. Have a soak, then hit up the ultra-hot... I deserve it." Skystalker lifts his chin when he says this. He does. His brushing of his reachable joints comes to an end as he settles back. "And you? Are you just in here to be a menace?"
Blackstorm laughs at the joke. "Mostly," he admits. He really doesn't need much other reason than 'being a menace' (if someone feels inclined to put it that way). "I just got back from a date with my shuttle, figured I'd clean up instead of tracking it on the ceiling this time."
And that's when he checks his internal chronometer and gives a surprised yelp. "... Did I say 'just' got back? Time flies when you're leaping out of oil baths."
"A date with your-- oh! The Raven Wing? That's it's name, right?" Skystalker briefly takes it another way before clarifying it to himself. He is, after all, a shuttle-- of sorts-- and of course his reaction is different. "Oh? Does it?" Sky doesn't want to ask how long he's been at this. He'd probably be disappointed. "Watch out for bigger feet next time, okay?"
<FS3> Blackstorm rolls Climbing: Good Success. (8 5 7 4 4)
Blackstorm braces himself against the edge of the oil bath and hauls himself out. Even with the ground slick with oil from their unexpected wrestling match, the minibot manages without much trouble. Once out, he looks over his shoulder to nod to Skystalker. "Yep, that's my beaut," he answers, offering a beaming smile like a proud parent.
With a lazy salute, he turns to leave. "I better scamper or I'll be late for my shift. But you really shouldn't worry about that, yeah? I'm pretty good at not getting underfoot."
"I hope so." Skystalker looks up after Blackstorm, still a bit uncertain about his words, but offering of a calm smile nonetheless. The pride he has in his ship isn't an unfamiliar feeling. "See you later, you rascal."