(closed) no way to get ahead in life

[knaval]

Who: whirl and riptide
When: late afternoon on the 19th
Where: cargo bay
What: riptide and whirl decide dealing with trailcutter's severed head isn't something they can do sober
Warnings: robots drinking to deal with trauma. whirl. possible mentions of death and war, the usual depressing shit that comes with these giant metal tittybabies



[riptide, finally, decides he can't deal with this any more. he hadn't come to this decision when tarn had killed him, nor had he when he failed to save pipes and trailcutter in the alt-ingress. or when tarn had gone out of his way to make him literally pass out from terror. he hadn't even been like this to make the many nights of sleeplessness a bit less painful.

staring at the box trailcutter's head (and spine, technically) ended up in, however, riptide decides he's had enough. he glances over at whirl.] No. Nope.

I'm-- nope. [he crawls backwards on his ass, towards a crate with a high energy signature.] I'm not staying lucid any more tonight. It's not happening.

[he doesn't even get up, hitting the lid off the crate with his palm and not breaking eye contact with the box while reaching up to fish around for a cube of high grade.]

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[harderfasterwrecker]

[ Whirl has still been sitting there, pretty much the entire time that Riptide was putting the head back, dealing with his life, and trying to figure out what he's going to do. Optic cycled open and pretty much not responding to any of it despite the fact that it was happing very close to him.

Riptide's sudden movement however causes Whirl's helm to turn, staring at Riptide with the same wide optic for a moment before his optic resets and he seems to finally notice what Riptide is doing. ]

Hey! Don't hold out on me.

[Whirl moves across the floor in a way that looks a little odd but is entirely only possible because of how Whirl's knees work, and he drops down next to the crate, poking his helm over the edge to get a look. When he notices Riptide hasn't exactly grabbed a cube yet he taps his hand with a claw to point it in the right direction before getting his own. He doesn't drink it yet, though, also staring at the box once he's dropped back down to sit. ]

....Who do you think's gonna freak out worse. Mini-con or Rodimus.

[So he's still a little grouchy at Tailgate and isn't referring to him by name at the moment.]

[knaval]

Rodimus. Because Tailgate cannot know about this.

[he gets a cube with the help of whirl's claw, pulling it out and worrying it.]

...Plus, I think Ratchet'll freak out more. Internally.

[harderfasterwrecker]

Hatchet? Really? That's your bet?

[Whirl gives a weird crackling sound that is probably a laugh, and he opens up part of his arm to dump in as much as is reasonable in one go because there is no way to get drunk fast enough to deal with this.]

...Mini con would cry. [Like that's a disgusting idea. Whirl's got issues.] And then he'd get all huffy again.

Then Cyclonus would get mad.

[He sighs dramatically, though it mostly sounds garbled, and he continues pouring more high grade in.]

[knaval]

Yeah, so let's not make Cyclonus angry.

[finally, riptide downs the entire cube in one go and reaches in for another. they're both on the same wavelength of getting as much in as possible as quickly as possible.]

What about-- [he pulls another cube out.] --Rewind?

[harderfasterwrecker]

He's always angry. Look at that face. I'd be angry too.

[Whirl says this offhandedly as he continues pouring. Pauses in pouring to let it settle, and then there goes the rest of the cube.]

And Rewind. Rewind would film it. He wouldn't miss a moment like this! It would go in one of his clip shows.

[Whirl gets another. He needs all of it.]

It'd get an entire segment.

[knaval]

[riptide downs half the second cube.]

Do you think he'd use one of those stupid star wipes? Imagine if Magnus was still here. How do you think he'd feel?

[he downs the second half, tossing the cube over his shoulder.]

Probably complain the fraggin' box isn't regulation, or whatever.

[harderfasterwrecker]

Star wipes, transitions, probably weird slow music grabbed from some stuffy old opera or some slag just to push a point.

[ And now he's going about just pouring more in from the new cube.

He shakes his helm as the first of it starts to settle in and it makes his tanks roll a little. Not for any reason. Not like he's got a reason. There are no reasons. What are reasons? ]

Ugh. Don't get me started on Magnus, I betcha there's an entire list of ways this breaks the rules and it'd be our fault for having him not whoever dropped him off here.

[knaval]

Ugh...

[riptide presses his hand to his forehead, reaching for another cube.]

Some friggin' mail gift-- Whirl, have you ever got anything in the mail?

[harderfasterwrecker]

Not yet and hopefully never here.

[Whirl pauses in pouring in the high grade, head tilting suddenly.]

But when Declassified was up and running I got some of the weirdest fanmail.

You don't want to know the kinda stuff we all ended up with. Roadbuster once got a zillion pictures of someone's T-cog.

[A beat.]

Springer got someone's thumb once. Just the thumb. No note. That was a weird day.

[Whirl sits there for a moment, cube in his claw and optic angled as he thinks.]

[knaval]

Wow. I'm not sure if I want to know the logic behind that one.

[not that riptide didn't think the wreckers were totally badass, but he'd never do anything like that. they're cool, but the sort of people he'd give a wide berth.

see: whirl.]

...I might. Put that box under something. It's starting to weird me out.