[Video] [Transmission from Solian Temple] - Fifth Offense

[namesnotprowl]

Right, so. I hear we have a dance comin' up, and everybody needs formal wear for it. I also know that fabrics don't stand up well to all of us, f'r various reasons.

[Such as being too pointy, like him!]

So, figured I could I could assist with formal wear in some capacity. Been working on a few designs for hats, and if you'd prefer walking canes, just have t'tell me what design you'd like f'r the handle. Or, let me surprise you~

[He shifts the camera to show a pair of hats - one made of dull grey iron with leather cording, run through brushed steel grommets, the other made of copper, with accents made of bronze and thin iron 'feathers'.]

If you've got some other accessory you're in the mood for, or a different hat, let me know, and I'll see what I c'n do to help you out. These're just a sample, after all. Though if you're looking f'r a hat, I'll uh. Need your head size, since we ain't all exactly the same sizes here.

[One size does not fit all on robots.]

[Encrypted to Solus Prime]

Offer extends to you, too. If you'd like something that is.
[Since he doesn't exactly extend offers like this to every demigod he knows.]

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[namesnotprowl]

You need at least one fancy thing, or so I've been told. Never done it in this body, myself, so it should be interesting.

[Can't wear hats, huh?] Got anything else in mind?

[raceme]

Neither did I. I don't think I have anything to wear, after all I always try to weight as less as possible.

[Certain someone has a sensitive head spike, you see.] No, not really. This sort of fancy things was not common in my world.

[namesnotprowl]

Most of us just aren't used to clothing, really. Never needed it before.

[Barricade completely understands, what with his ultra-sensitive chevron.] Well, most of my design cues are admittedly from humans, honestly... hrm. What about a filigreed headdress of sorts? Just to go along your brow and the sides of your helm?

[raceme]

It's more a organics kind of things.

[Is always nice to meet someone who doesn't go and try to grab it or makes fun of that sensitiveness.] You had been on earth, right?

A headdress? [Oh, he didn't thought of that.] That sounds nice.

[namesnotprowl]

It really is. But, they've got some artistry at it, I'll admit.

[Head kibble is the only kibble that Barricade doesn't tend to toy with, as a do-unto-others clause.] I had. For about four years or so.

Mm-hm. Something in silver or steel, maybe, with dark blue accents if I c'n dig any up? I'll keep it light so it doesn't interfere with what you're used to too much.

[raceme]

The ones I met wore mostly leather and metallic things. Specially chains. [That might sound weird to all those who don't know that Blurr was involved in the illegal street races.]

[Barricade is a smart and considerate mech.] How was it? I was there less than a year and I ended in trouble.

I will look around the junkpile and also in Solus's territory. Thank you Barricade, how can I compensate you?

[namesnotprowl]

Sounds like bikers. Or disillusioned teenagers. [The racing scene wasn't his thing; much as he likes racing, it would have been a dangerous choice. The Autobots would have known. But dealing with groups of people that didn't like cops... THAT he knew.]

It wasn't bad, from time to time. Spent most of it on the run, but I got acquainted with their cinema and television. Their Internet. Poetry, music, weapons. [He had to admire their destructiveness. And their dance moves.]

Lemme know if you find anything. [... Wait. Compensation?] No need. This gives me a chance to hone my skills and try out something new. Couldn't ask for compensation for that.
[He wouldn't know what to ask for anyway.]

[raceme]

Car racers, but I saw bickers too. [None of them liked the police, no.]

I learned about them mostly observing and also thanks to the wireless network that was available in certain areas of Detroit. I liked the music too, quire a lot. Poetry not so much. [He found that boring.]

I will, Barricade. [Yup] But it's only fair, you are going to waste time and resources in this. [If Blurr finds anything he thinks 'Cade will like he will give it to him.]

[namesnotprowl]

Racers? Must've been illegal street races. Always wondered about those, myself.

Depends on the poetry. Ancient cultures and Japan... now they had some lovely work. [Things being more about meter than rhyme were his thing.] And... well, I'd liked Cybertronian poetry before the war.

Not a waste of time, promise. If I don't do something with myself I'll get stir-crazy. [And this is a perfect way to keep busy. Though he'll be pleasantly surprised if and when Blurr finds something.]

[raceme]

Yes...those. [The subject makes Blurr uncomfortable so he's not going to say much more about it.]

I didn't had time to learn much aobut those. You like those?

ALright, if you are sure. [Oh he will, he's a determined mech.]

[namesnotprowl]

Well. None of those here, are there? [He gets the feeling Blurr isn't so keen on the street racing.]

I do. Find the right ones and they're surprisingly lyrical.

I'm sure. [Blurr is determined and Barricade is completely unsuspecting. It's a perfect combination.]

[raceme]

No, thankfully. [He likes racing. Human racers...not so much.]

I would like to hear some of them one day then.

Okay. [So true. Everyone wins.]

[namesnotprowl]

So this place ain't so bad after all. [Blurr's doing better than him; Barricade generally just doesn't like humans, period.]

Ask nice enough sometime and maybe I'll give reciting a couple a go~.

In the meantime, good hunting. I'll try t'have your formal wear ready to go a day or so before the dance. [Which should give them both time.]

[raceme]

No, is not. I quite like it here. Most of the time. [Knock Out shares the sentiment barricade. Blurr is more wary of the male ones, mostly.]

Maybe, uh? Then maybe I should ask nicely one day you aren't busy.

I will do that. [Since he has some more time to himself now.] Thanks again. Barricae.

[namesnotprowl]

When there aren't evil robot bugs trying to take our limbs off? [He can't blame Blurr for his wariness really.]

Sure. Hopefully that'll be soon. Well. Soon as we ever get, huh?

No problem, Blurr. Least I c'n do to make sure everyone can make the dance if they want.

[raceme]

Exactly. The local fauna can be a little hard to deal with sometimes. [Nope.]

It's a date.

It's really thoughtful of you.

[namesnotprowl]

Just from time to time, if it happens to surprise you.

What can I say? I happen t'like dances. And the more people I c'n try to convince to dance with me, the more fun it is~ [He's totally selfish except that he's not.]

[raceme]

'Surprise' is a good word for it.

Of course, of course. I hope you have fun dancing, then. [You ain't fooling Blurr, Barricade.]

[namesnotprowl]

Figured so myself.

I'm sure I will. Especially if I happen t'catch you being a wallflower~ [No one hiding at a party shall escape his perky, dancing wrath.]

[raceme]

Yeah.

A wallflower? [Oh wait, he gets it.] I'm not all that good at dancing. I never danced with anybody.

[namesnotprowl]

Never? Oh, well we oughta do something about that.

I could teach you a bit, if you like; I know my way around the dance floor. [Like the whole thing.]

[raceme]

No, we didn't celebrate many parties.

[Show him your sexy moves, Barricade.]I'm not sure if that's a good idea. Where did you learn?

[namesnotprowl]

Really? That unfortunate. 'Course, we didn't celebrate much back home either.

[He has all the sexiest moves~] Earth, mostly. You know they have video tutorials f'r dancing on their planet? Few of them are pretty easy for beginners to learn, too.

[raceme]

Looks like most of us didn't had the opportunity to celebrate many things.

[Oh Mr. Barricade, ohhh ohhh]No, I had no idea. If only those were available here.

[namesnotprowl]

Let's blame the wars. They were such a style-cramper.

Well, luckily you've got the next best thing. Me. [The proudest mech~]