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capeandcowllogs2010-09-23 01:27 am
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WHO: The Fallen and Shockwave.
WHERE: An unspecified 24-hour diner.
WHEN: The wee hours of the morning, approximately "some time this month."
WARNINGS: Fighting, violence, cruelty to breakfast foods.
SUMMARY: Fallen is sitting on a stash of data stolen from the late Starscream. Shockwave,still heartbroken over his lost love and maybe drunk reaching critical annoyance levels, decides that seeking him out is the best course of action.
FORMAT: YES
Whenever possible, the Fallen preferred to avoid human contact. He had little enough in common with his own species, and frankly, he was still sore about the organics' interference in his past efforts.
But when he rolled out of bed with a craving for something dead and edible that he didn't have to prepare himself, there wasn't much of a choice.
At least at this hour of the morning, there weren't many other people in the diner. It was out of the way, in a bad part of town, and the waitresses were ugly - even more so than the average human female. Besides the food, it didn't have much going for it. Few people had reason to be awake and walking the streets before 4 am anyway.
Fallen set his communicator next to his plate and browsed the Network while he ate. There weren't many entities he'd be pleased to have join him in the City, but it was worth keeping tabs on it in case one of them did make an entrance.
WHERE: An unspecified 24-hour diner.
WHEN: The wee hours of the morning, approximately "some time this month."
WARNINGS: Fighting, violence, cruelty to breakfast foods.
SUMMARY: Fallen is sitting on a stash of data stolen from the late Starscream. Shockwave,
FORMAT: YES
Whenever possible, the Fallen preferred to avoid human contact. He had little enough in common with his own species, and frankly, he was still sore about the organics' interference in his past efforts.
But when he rolled out of bed with a craving for something dead and edible that he didn't have to prepare himself, there wasn't much of a choice.
At least at this hour of the morning, there weren't many other people in the diner. It was out of the way, in a bad part of town, and the waitresses were ugly - even more so than the average human female. Besides the food, it didn't have much going for it. Few people had reason to be awake and walking the streets before 4 am anyway.
Fallen set his communicator next to his plate and browsed the Network while he ate. There weren't many entities he'd be pleased to have join him in the City, but it was worth keeping tabs on it in case one of them did make an entrance.