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[tsunclonus]

Who: Cyclonus and YOU!
When: Between the 18th and the 24th (pre-Scraplets)
Where: Cargo Bay/Hallways/Observation Deck
What: Cyclonus gets his mail, starts doing his job, and tries to be a better boyfriend.
Warnings: Gay robots. (Will update as needed)


Cargo Bay, 18th

Cyclonus has received a message about a package waiting for him, and has made his way to the cargo bay to retrieve it. He opens the large crate first, and much to his relief it's the energon he requested. The rest of the Cybertronians will be pleased to hear that they can relax the energon rationing somewhat.

He's surprised by the second, smaller crate. He didn't request anything else. Pulling off the lid, however, his jaw actually drops. If anyone approaches, he'll be quickly pressing the cover back into place.


Hallways - Various

Following the shipment of energon received on the 18th, Cyclonus has decided to actually start doing his job. With the energy available now to project his holoform, the Moira's crew will find a tall, dark-skinned, red-eyed, and purple-haired woman prowling the hallways, wearing something that looks like an odd amalgamation of his usual holo dress and his appropriate Moira uniform.

He's busy getting a better sense of the ship's layout in order to plan evacuation routes and it's much easier to get around when you're the size of a human, so his holomatter avatar can be found all over the ship.


Observation Deck - Semi-closed to Tailgate

It took him awhile to work up his courage and set aside his pride, but several days after the mail drop, Tailgate will receive a simple message in his inbox from Cyclonus:

Meet me on the Observation Deck

Comments

[knaval]

"Isn't that the one from that film Swerve made us watch when we got back from Cybertron? The confusing one?"

Riptide vaguely remembers it. "It was catchy. I don't understand why you got it though... it's fun! Light hearted!"

Everything Cyclonus is Not.

[tsunclonus]

"Like I said, a mistake."

Cyclonus reaches into the box to carefully pick up the record with the tips of his claws - it's human-sized after all - under the pretense of seeing what's under it. He just wants to keep it safe and out of Riptide's grasp, though.

Underneath it is one of Taylor Swift's albums on vinyl.

[knaval]

"Huh." Riptide leans over, making no move whatsoever to touch the records, Cyclonus.

"I can't read that other one. Is it the same musician?"

[tsunclonus]

This record is special, okay. Riptide can feel free to touch the rest of them if he wants.

"No," Cyclonus says, peering closer. Human fonts can be a pain to decipher at times. "It is simply labelled... 'Taylor Swift'."

[knaval]

"Sounds like a Blurr knock-off, am I right?" Eh? Eh???

Ah, tough crowd. Riptide wonders if Cyclonus has ever smiled.

[tsunclonus]

If Cyclonus was someone else, he might have laughed, or groaned, or anything. But he's not, so he just gives him a brief flat look, then delicately flips through the remaining albums.

"The rest also seem to be by this 'Taylor Swift'. Except for this one."

He carefully pulls a record sleeve out from the bottom of the pile. It's labelled 'Yakety Sax'.

(He's smiled more than Ultra Magnus.)

[knaval]

"...Well, you gonna play 'em?"

A beat.

"Actually, do we even have a record player? It would be kinda cruel to give you stuff you wanna listen to but no player."

[tsunclonus]

Must not sigh.

"They came packed with a record player." Setting the records down, he lifts out the little record player and sets it on top of a nearby crate.

[knaval]

"Ah. Why don't you play one? I kinda want to hear what this Taylor Swift sounds like."

If he sounds excited, it's only because he's never spoken this long with Cyclonus before.

[tsunclonus]

"Hm." It's not like Cyclonus has any reason not to. He appreciates music, and his exposure to human music has been mostly positive.

Picking up one of the Taylor Swift albums, he delicately removes the record from its sleeve with his claw tips and transfers it to the player. Then he nudges the needle into place and sets it spinning.

[knaval]

Riptide watches with interest, mildly impressed at how Cyclonus can handle all this with his claws and not break anything.

He squints when the record starts.

"Did you put it on backwards?"

[tsunclonus]

"No, it's correct." The words are understandable and everything.

Cyclonus puts one hand to his chin, and the other to his elbow, listening to the music appraisingly.

[knaval]

"...I don't like it." he says, rather pathetically, doing absolutely nothing about it.

[tsunclonus]

"Hm," Cyclonus answers eloquently, still quietly contemplating the music as the needle moves on to the next song.

Did you expect him to do something about it without asking, Riptide?

[knaval]

"Ugh, take it off. It's almost causing me pain."

Riptide gestures at the Yakety Sax record.

"Try that one instead."

[tsunclonus]

"Alright," Cyclonus says, though he takes his time switching the records. He's certainly not trying to make Riptide squirm impatiently, nope.

When he gets Yakety Sax playing he pauses and just... Stares.

"...it's certainly... Energetic."

[knaval]

"Oh god above that one's even worse. I'm leaving. This is making me want to jump out the airlock, so I'm leaving. Have fun, Cyclonus."

Secret weapon get for Cyc? Riptide makes good on his word, scooping up his own take before leaving.

...Then running back in and sticking a small, green Autobrand on the edge of the record player.

[tsunclonus]

"Hm." Cyclonus watches as Riptide leaves before turning back to take the record off. Only to be surprised by Riptide running back to tag his record player with gang signs.

This is his irked face.

[knaval]

Riptide gives Cyclonus the gunfingers as he hastily backs out, optics flicking to his claws a few times.

[tsunclonus]

He's just going to... Pinch the bridge of his nose here. What is Riptide. What.