you know what this comm needs? more robot logs

[knaval]

Who: riptide and whirl
When: a couple of hours after catgate
Where: riptide's room
What: sideswipe isn't in and riptide deals with his emotions by getting drunk with whirl. they have an agreement, you see
Warnings: whirl



It's been a couple of hours and Riptide's finally reached that level of "I don't care anymore" blissful depression in regards to getting body parts in the mail. Part of him expects to get an entire body, next. Maybe it'll be what they found in the coffin, wouldn't that be a hoot?

His room hasn't been empty for a while, but Sideswipe is off doing Sideswipe Things and probably won't be back for a while. It's only mid morning, after all.

Riptide considers sleeping, seeing as he's been up all night again. Instead he decides to send Whirl a text;

dumb stuf hapened again
u wanna get rekt?

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[harderfasterwrecker]

Whirl has been in an impressive mood himself, and so is claw deep in the internals of a more electrical version of a clock because that's less likely to break when he inevitably has a particularly angry moment at it. Getting the ping, he looks around like he's expecting someone else to respond to the text sent to his communicator before answering.

is this a rl question

where when

[knaval]

yes i dont know if you want to hang out or not
my new room right now

Riptide grins to himself, nudging the crate of highgrade he shanghaied earlier with a foot, like Whirl would be able to hear the soft rattle.

[harderfasterwrecker]

omw

u got drinks


Whirl sends this back while half in his ceiling. If getting wrecked is the goal then Whirl is very much in on it.

Also he's bringing some other things.

Whirl then goes off on his way and within basically no time Riptide is going to be hearing very loud knocking at his door.

[knaval]

"Like I'm gonna invite you over with no drinks on hand," Riptide says, before he even opens the door.

"What about you? What did you bring?"

[harderfasterwrecker]

"You're learning. Good. Because I'd turn right back around."

Whirl saunters in and tosses the bag in his claw in Riptide's direction. He doesn't half to catch it, it'll be hilarious either way. Whirl turns once he's in the room.

"Not that I'm complaining, or care, but what's got you wanting to blitz your brain."

[knaval]

"Do I really need a reason? Maybe I just felt like erasing a few days from my memory, huh?" he says, a little tersely than intended. Riptide isn't sure if Ravage's ass should be common knowledge or not.

"What's in the bag?"

[harderfasterwrecker]

Whirl puts up his claws. He can tackle that later. When there isn't the chance of losing this very prime oppourtunity to get very drunk. That is not an oppourtunity he gets often enough.

"Open up and see. Maybe it'll make your face a little less horrible to look at. You've got that look going."

A beat.

"You know. The one. Like this."

Whirl points at his own lack of a face.

......

For a very long beat as if it makes perfect sense.

[knaval]

"Yeah, I know the one, Whirl. The one I make every day, right? That I'm making right now? And was making when you came in?"

Please.

He does open the bag, though, and looks pleased.

"I'm so glad we're friends."

[harderfasterwrecker]

"That one!" Said very brightly. Like it wasn't an insult.

"Yeah yeah, don't get all mushy on me." He says, waving a claw and plopping himself on the bed like he belongs wherever he chooses to be. "I kept mine separate from the other stash and hid it when UM started his reign of terror. So. You're welcome."

"Also I'm awesome."

A beat.

"Also you and your toy bot's room's nicer than mine. What gives."

[knaval]

"My-- Whirl, that's obscene. Don't call him that."

Riptide grunts, which might be a thank you, might be a 'shut up, Whirl.' Hard to tell.

"I got a new one from the captains. Don't know why, don't care. At least it's got all the walls."

[harderfasterwrecker]

"Am I wrong? Tell me I'm wrong. " Whirl puts out his claws as if to throw up his hands....er...not hands, in irritation. "If you two aren't transferring paint, I'm a con."

He rolls his helm and then puts both rotors behind his head.

"Walls are good, means we're less likely to get caught....I don't know where there's something against altered states in the autobot code, but if it exists, Magnus will be there to tell us. So lets get this party started, capiche?"

[knaval]

"You're wrong, Whirl. You're a Decepticon. It's not like that at all."

Not that telling Whirl either of those things is smart, Riptide doesn't care.

"This room won't let in anyone it's not keyed to. Even if he found out we'd have the evidence gone before he busted that wall down."

[harderfasterwrecker]

Whirl's optic narrows. He did walk right into that one, and it looks like for all of a moment Whirl is about to make a very big point involving his guns and Riptide's face when Riptide mentions the keylock and Whirl's optic widens and he hops up.

"So what you're telling me is that Big M can't get his Tyrest according aft though the door."

Whirl's claws clack against each other not unlike someone with hands would clap.

Oh god. Is that what a gleeful Whirl looks like?

"That's the best thing I've heard all day."

[knaval]

Riptide's dead inside, Whirl. Bring it on.

"Nope! Not without my or Sideswipe's say so! That's what's different about these rooms, I think. They make sure only certain people can get in."

[harderfasterwrecker]

"I'm hiding everything in your room from now on."

Whirl says this with a complete flatline monotone that sounds far too easy with his trash of a vocalizer.

"Now show me the goods I say we get blitzed in honor of a good hiding spot."

[knaval]

"Fine, I'll get a crate and name it Whirl's. Get a lock for it, though. I'm not guaranteeing me or Sideswipe won't be going in there."

Y'know, cause Whirl won't be around to threaten them not to. Riptide pops off his berth and crouches down, pulling a couple cubes of high grade out from under it.

"It's not a lot, but it's enough. Yeah?"