2017-07-19 Boring? Rude!
From Transformers: Lost and Found
|Location||Lost Light - Habsuites - Common Lounge|
|Summary||Moonlight's recovering well! Skywarp isn't helping but at least he's vaguely informative.|
This spacious, rectangular room serves as the hub for four habsuite hallways that branch off from it on either side. Tinted blue with warm lighting, it's quiet and cozy during most shifts and invariably bustling with activity in the off hours. When the large videopane isn't buzzing with movies, it's being used for what must be aggressive gaming, evinced by the various controller-shaped dents in the wall nearby. A veritable tangle of game consoles flank the shelving unit, some Terran, some Cybertronian, some truly alien - all modded for mechs.
L-shaped couches circle a simple table in a pisces layout. Off to the side are a few more tables and chairs beside an energon dispenser and an over-priced vending machine.
It's been a couple days (cycles?) since Moonlight woke up after a two year 'nap'. At first she was quite wobbly and unsteady, but now she's feeling much more like herself, if not completely. At any rate, she got tired of staring at the walls of the medbay, so she's hobbled herself up here. The place is a bit of a mess, but that just makes it look more lived in. Moonlight approves.
Skywarp has too much time and not enough to fill it with, so he's gaming, sitting a few meters from the Videopane. Today's flavor is some sort of colourful earth racing game that probably belongs to one of the other crewmembers. The number next to his character portrait reads '8' in a sad blue. There's only 9 other racers.
She's not alone. If Moonlight had a different personality, that might be bad news. But, given her personality, she's more than happy to have someone else in the room. "Hey there," is her causal greeting as she leans against the door frame, folding her arms easily over her chest. "How goes the game?"
Wings twitch and the console is abruptly turned off among a quick clatter of limbs flailing for the buttons and to put the controller back where he found it. It's a few seconds before Skywarp's head pops up, peering over the couches at the door. "Poorly. Whadd'ya want?"
Moonlight looks over the Seeker more thoroughly for a moment, smiling faintly. "Nothing in particular," she notes. "I just came here to get out of the medbay for a while. Sleeping for two years isn't as lovely as it sounds." She shakes her head, amused. "Sorry to hear the game wasn't going well," she adds. It's not that horrible dripping sympathy, nor is it sarcastic. Just a light observation.
"Really." The vowels are drawn out in blatant sarcasm, Skywarp's expression doesn't change from mild distrust. "Should ask the ex-garrus prisoners, they've got loads of experience with that feeling." He handwaves the game comment. It wasn't a big deal, he's a bad driver and the game's rigged against you anyway.
Moonlight doesn't react to the mention of Garrus at all. "I'll keep that in mind," she says dryly. Since this is a common room, she doesn't ask permission to sit down, but plunks herself somewhere comfy that's close enough for conversation, but not so close as to get into his personal bubble. In theory. Without knowing the mech, she can't guess how big his personal bubble IS. Then she gives a sigh of relief. Things wear her out more easily still. Hopefully that will pass soon.
Skywarp watches, still lurking rather comically behind the couch. His wings are all up and peeking over, but he's not sitting high enough for more than his eyes to be visible. "Two years, huh? Man, you missed some great times."
"I'll bet I did," Moonlight agrees easily enough. "All I managed to do before getting knocked out was get detained on some planet and meet a few people. Nothing terribly interesting or spectacular," she says. "But in a few days, I'll be ready to fix that." She offers a lopsided grin to the pair of optics. "My name is Moonlight, by the way."
"Heey so you totally missed Unicron and the whole, like, end of the universe thing. That's cool." Skywarp's optics translate his shit-eating grin remarkably well. Cheerily, he adds "Don't care, we won't talk again." But gives a little finger-wiggle wave over the back of the couch.
Moonlight tilts her hat back slightly. "Can you garauntee that?" she says, lowering her voice, face breaking out into a look of mischief. Then she shifts to get even more comortable in her seat. "So, I missed the end of the Universe, hm?" She looks around. "Doesn't seem much different than the last one."
Skywarp shrugs nonchalantly, sitting up a bit to prop his chin on the back of the couch. "It's greener, hard to tell but you get used to it after a while and it doesn't look different, but if you focuse really hard, it's there."
Moonlight laughs softly at this. She's not really sure what to make of the mech, but she doesn't seem to be put off by his apparent(?) surliness. "Green's not such a bad color," she says. "Though I prefer blue or purple." She shrugs her shoulders. Considering she has both those colors on her, it just might be a bias. "So, do you spend most of your time behind furniture?" she asks.
"Its the worst colour." Skywarp insists, but seems mollified by the mention of purple, giving an approving wing-flick. "Depends, Furniture's very In, these days. Everyone's getting behind it. 'S the new trend. Why, d'you spend most of your time on it?"
Skywarp waits for the be-hatted helicopter to finish her thoughts. He's not actively trying to offput her, and if he wanted to leave it's not like he couldn't just teleport out. But he's bored, and she's a good distraction for the time being. "Pretty sure you're on top, but I'm not gonna fight over prepositions."
Moonlight laughs for a good long while on that one. "Good observation," she returns with a wide grin. "I really can't argue that at all." Maybe she's glad for a distraction as well. Or maybe she's just happy in general. Hard to tell after one meeting. "So, I've been told we're grounded for a while. Any idea how long that will last?"
Dubious looks abound, Skywarp sticks out his bottom lip. "Do I look like an officer to you? Alls we know is 's 'indefinite'." His wings twitch. "There's a space bridge to everywhere if you're lookin' to get off the planet."
"Hard to tell if you 'look' like an officer or not from over here," Moonlight notes dryly. "I don't mind planets; I just prefer to be in space, on the move." She taps her cheek. "Space bridge, you say? Everywhere? That's a lot of places. Universe is kinda big. Unless, this 'new' one is considerably smaller," she says, referring back to the older joke.
"Good, keeps up my mysterious charm." Skywarp quips, looking haughty. "Same size- infinite and theoretically constantly expandin' or whatever." He leans up a bit, arms joining his face to pillow under his chin. "Soooo, what'd you do before getting iced?"
"Not much, as I said. But before I came on board, I was a trader. Pirates attacked the ship though and we all got scattered. Your Captain scooped my escape pod out of space and that was that," Moonlight says. "Myseterious, eh? I guess that's why you haven't given me your name yet, hm?" Idly she bends each leg at the knee a few times.
"Oh, that's rough, buddy." Skywarp nods sagely, optics flickering in a blink. Then he tips his head to the side, giving a bright smile. "It's also because I don't like you." He chirps, giving a little peace hand-sign to the helicopter.
Moonlight puts a hand over her chest. "Ow, that stings," she says in mock hurt. "You don't have to like me. It might not even affect whether /I/ like /you/ or not," she adds with a cheeky expression. "Without knowing what happened to my previous crew, I've decided not to worry. If they're dead, I can't help them. If they're alive, I'm sure they're okay, or will be eventually." She shrugs.
"Eh. Still don't care." Skywarp nods, lifting his arms from the couch and shuffling a bit to crouch on his feet. He mumbles something to the effect of "Bored..." and with a sloppy salute and a visible hop, the mech VOPs out of the room.
Moonlight blinks a few times. Well THAT was interesting. She sure didn't expect him to leave in that way. In fact, she's so surprised she forgets to be insulted that he called her boring...of all things!