[Accidental Video]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

 [It'd been a month since Magnus left.

The commander had been gone that long before, and Wheeljack almost expected the same this time around.  So...when that time rolled around, and still no Magnus after constantly searching the feed...

It was time to call it quits.

The feed opens up to show a room-...or what's left of one. The walls are cracked, scorched, bent, or indented in some places, although that seems to be the most of the damage. The berth is relatively untouched, and any of Miko's and Bulkhead's belongings are actually safe from damage. Wheeljack's own stuff? a different story. Only one thing of Wheeljack's was left untouched--the sword Blurr gave him--which was put under the bed weeks prior.

Sounds like someone had a tantrum, and it shows, with Wheeljack standing in the center of the room, panting heavily from all the lashing out...at the wall.

...Do you feel better now, princess?]

Ngh...

[He slumps against the wall, sinking to the ground and curling up.  

...Just like old times.]

Comments

[dinnerdate]

I'm sure you'd argue that at times.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Depends on the situation, I guess.

[Here to mock, Deads?]

Well, you missed the show. Sorry.

[dinnerdate]

[When does he ever mock.]

Not really my kind of show...







You okay?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Never, really.]

...



I'm fine. I'm always just fine.

[dinnerdate]

Right...







Need a drink?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...Yannow, I could really go for one right now.

[dinnerdate]

...I'm at the bar if you want me to mix you up anything special. Still remember your favorites.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

No kiddin'. You remember my usual...?

[He starts to get up, shakily.]

[dinnerdate]

Hard to forget...

[You were his favorite after all.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

I'll...I'll be right over. Just give me a few.

[dinnerdate]

My shift isn't over for a while. I think I can handle waiting.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Without another word, Wheeljack transforms, cutting the feed. It takes awhile to get there, being farther from the Hub than most sectors, but he arrives as soon as he can, changing back at the entrance and walking in.]

Deads...?

[dinnerdate]

[Dead End gives a little wave from the bar, setting down a drink.]

...Hey.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Hey.

[The Wrecker walks over, sliding into a seat at the bar and taking the glass. It was...oddly familiar.]

Busy today?

[dinnerdate]

[Too familiar if Dead End was being honest.]

About the same... Haven't been killed yet at least.





...

You going to be okay?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Guess there's nowhere to go but up from there, huh.

[He swirls his cube, taking a sip before setting it down.]

I'll be fine. Isn't the first time I've...yannow.

[dinnerdate]

Knowing my luck... probably not.


I know. Doesn't make it any easier... Just try and take care of yourself, I know being who you are that's hard but. Uh, yeah.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Ya made it this far, right?

[More than most of the Cybertronian population.]

...I try. I just get things done.

[dinnerdate]

That wasn't luck.

[That was fighting and everyone avoiding him.]

Just don't scrap yourself... That's my job.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[And that...earns a tiny smile out of him.]

Fine. Fine.

[dinnerdate]

[Why must you smile, Jackie. It reminds him of why he likes you.]


So... Uh, aside from all of this... How have you been?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[It's just his thing, Deads. He can't help it!

He swirls that drink, thinking.]

Been good. Ship's almost done bein' built.

[dinnerdate]

[But he's been trying his best to forget and this isn't helping.]

That's good... Still going to try and leave?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Maybe he should do it more. But not right now. He's more contemplative again.]

Never was the intention. Just to get information for Solus.

[He says it quietly, as if sheepish about that.]

[dinnerdate]

[That's not helping, Wheeljack.]

Information... yeah, sure.

[Like he believes that.]