lastonepercent: By <user name="sparklight"> (Default)
lastonepercent ([personal profile] lastonepercent) wrote in [community profile] red_diode_district2013-11-10 05:39 pm

The Start of Something Interesting...

The day was calm, with no recent Decepticon attacks, and none suspected to be incoming for some time.  The cons were too busy licking their wounds from the last battle, one that the Autobots had decidedly come out ahead on.  The celebrations had gone on long into the night and the recreation room was already a mess.

Thus, it was the perfect chance for a lone Autobot to slip casually outside.

Mirage had no shift currently scheduled, so he was free to spend his time as he pleased.  He certainly made no move to hide his departure, greeting his comrades in the halls on the way out, but the box in his hands remained unopened despite any passing curiosity.  It was quietly shifted into subspace before long, and  the former noble shifted into alt mode just as smoothly when he reached the doors.  Despite the completely inappropriate earthen race car mode, the mech had little trouble self-adjusting before driving off into the forest covering the mountain, for business unknown...
cliffjumper: (you... uh - shy or worried)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-05-28 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
As the elevator suddenly slid in for a stop, before it was supposed to, Cliffjumper grimaced. He did not feel like company...

Then the doors opened and why did it have to be Mirage? He had no slagging idea how in the rust-addled slag he was supposed to deal with the mech by now.

"Uh..." Because there was that ever-present and frustrating happy little tingle at seeing the tall, slender noble, and then there was a whole bunch of remembered annoyances, humiliations and feeling ashamed over his fragging foolish crush.

Biting his lower lip and stopping immediately when he realised what he was doing, Cliffjumper also realised he was caught in a really awkward pause, but how the frag was he supposed to react to 'oh'?

(Somewhere, deeper inside, that flat little 'oh' made something sink but maybe that was just as well.)

After that moment dragged on, he finally gave a half-hearted little wave and looked away.

Smooth.

How slagging embarrassing!
cliffjumper: (ew - what the slag is that!?)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-05-29 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Shifting on his feet as the doors closed, Cliffjumper swore silently to himself. Should he just have ignored Mirage? Said something? He couldn't even groan properly because Mirage was right there and he was, apparently, getting off at the medbay too.

Frag it all to pit, could it get wor---

The lights flickered, dimmed and then popped with an unpleasantly cutting flare, both visually and audibly.

"Gah! What the..."

Darkness.

"Fraggin' pit! What the slag happened!?"
cliffjumper: (determined - we can do this)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-05-29 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
::The problem isn't localised; there's issues with the power supply originating in fourth floor, block 6. Emergency power supply similarly affected. Currently, the time until the issue has been rectified is unknown.:: There was an apologetic tone to Teletraan's voice and Cliffjumper groaned, slumping back against the wall of the elevator with a clang.

"Fraggin' fantastic. I thought they'd isolated the blasted labs to keep slag like this from happenin'!" Growling, he slid down to sit, letting the headlights in his feet turn on and jerkily rested his arms on his knees, chin on his hands.

The beams of light cut through the smothering darkness with surprising sharpness and at least Mirage, since he was beside him, didn't get a faceful of bright light. Since the elevator was a limited space, it did lighten up the elevator as a whole at least a little.

And sure, they both had enough vision-spectrum to widen their ability to see, but that just wasn't the same, and it was more useful when having to navigate through darkness, not just for sitting around.
cliffjumper: (this is what I think about this)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-05-30 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"'How much must we science before we put the failsafes outta commission?'" Cliffjumper said with a snort, not-so-quietly snarking along with Mirage because even if there'd been a scientist in the elevator with them, he wouldn't have cared.

"Without even warnin' everyone. And if that ain't it, I'm kinda worried what they did do if it was all unintentional."

At least darkness didn't bother him, even if neither of them had had headlights of any sort . could still see in that with a bit of effort. This was just annoying and he did not like the thought of the fact that they were suspended in the elevator shaft.
cliffjumper: (:> - not planning anything at all)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-05-31 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
The laugh... or even just the snort doesn't just surprise Mirage, but Cliffjumper as well, and he finds himself grinning. Who knew Mirage could sound like that?

There's nothing special with the noise, but given who just made it it seems all the more... endearing. Not that he'd call anyone endearing.

Well, except maybe Bumblebee.

"Gonna fraggin' blow us sky high sometime, the way they go on," Cliffjumper huffed and shook his helm, "and uh... I'd say half a joor."

Pausing, he then angled his helm to look up at Mirage, grinning still.

"So what are we betting?"
cliffjumper: (reasonable - next comes the gun)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-05-31 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"If we're just that lucky, I wouldn't even mind losin' the bet, 'cause bein' stuck in an elevator mid-shaft ain't what I wanted to be doin' right now," Cliffjumper said, flexing his repaired hand to try and work out the ache in it. At least now it'd take a while until he needed to stop doing that to relieve the tension and aching, but on the other hand it would be that much longer until he could maybe try to get the go-ahead to use it as he wanted to.

"And it's probably just as well to use chits. Still got some I could use."

Given the lack of access to outside sources of credit chits, they were, quite understandably, mostly "paid" in extra energon or had the amounts written up for later.
cliffjumper: (happy smile - uncomplicated)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-06-01 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Didn't think of that, but yeah, it'd be, though I'd rather take the former than the latter!" Grinning, Cliffjumper laughed softly, focusing on that instead of the uncomfortable thought of how deep the lift shaft was.

They weren't anywhere near the bottom of the ship, which meant that they were fragging lucky the brakes had kicked in and were holding. Otherwise, well. Otherwise they'd be in trouble. Sure, the brakes were supposed to hold, in a manually induced emergency stop or a power failure, but still.

"I'd take a 'Con attack over this," Cliffjumper said, the earlier laugh melting away as he huffed, pausing. Uncertain what to say now, if anything at all. He hadn't thought he'd end up like this with Mirage, having the chance to have a conversation, regardless of if Mirage would end up agreeing to train him or not.
cliffjumper: (looking up - ain't that cute?)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-06-01 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"If it got us out, somehow, I'd take it during, but otherwise, yeah, no. Especially not if it'd loosen the brakes..." Cliffjumper said with a grumble, voice falling into a mumble at the last bit and then froze at Mirage's comment, rather guiltily. Then he shook his helm, because Mirage wasn't a medic.

And even if Mirage had caught him flexing and rubbing his hand, he'd have no reason to mention it to the medics, and didn't know what Cliffjumper was planning on trying to fly past the medics.

"Uh, nah." Glancing up at Mirage, Cliffjumper shrugged and wriggled the fingers of his repaired hand, which helped ease out the tension a bit more, too. "Integratin' scrap and whatnot. Still not cleared to use it much yet, but kinda hopin' soon. What about your..."

Extricating an arm from the loose fold over his knees, Cliffjumper waved it at Mirage, intending to indicate both his physical injury and whatever might've happened before he distracted Soundwave and his scraplets. Mirage hadn't been physically restrained but had obviously been taken down somehow and not using his invisibility, so something had clearly happened before he got there.
cliffjumper: (I hate you - angry and embarrassed)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-06-01 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Snorting at the agreement, Cliffjumper nodded and looked at the floor. He caught Mirage's movement out of the edge of his vision and smothered a smirk, more sympathetic than he'd be if it had been, say, Sunstreaker or Tracks, but mostly amused.

Vain mechs.

"Promise you're still pretty, ya know---" The words disappeared into the flat silence of a vocaliser yanked into neutral.

WHAT THE FRAG DID HE JUST SAY?

Oh, he'd meant it to be teasing, just light ribbing that would mean absolutely nothing, but Cliffjumper had no idea if that was how it'd come across, especially as he... did mean it sincerely and he wasn't a good liar.

Gritting his teeth, he stared at the floor, hoped the dim light hadn't revealed the flickering flare of his optics too much and that Mirage hadn't picked up on the probably not-so-hidden sincerity, or if he had that he'd disregard it.

Miss it because it was too there, because it was too improbable.

Since that's what it was, right.
cliffjumper: (blush - embarrassed or shy)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-06-02 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Primus fragging scrap.

Cliffjumper wasn't sure if that response was better or worse than he'd imagined, and if he could just behave somewhat normally now, it'd be okay. After a fashion, but okay insofar as Mirage probably wouldn't put any weight to the statement.

Other than what he'd literally said, that was.

"Gghh---Uh, yeah. Sure. You're... welcome." Scrubbing a hand down his faceplate, Cliffjumper had no idea how that would be interpreted and felt tension crawl through him.

Unable to sit still, he jumped up and started to pace the elevator. It gave him something other than Mirage and his stupid slip to think about - even if it hadn't technically been a bad slip, but frag it all - and also do.

Unfortunately it also made him more aware of the fact that the floor at the moment would be above a lot of empty air.

He kept pacing, his headlights throwing mad lances of light and darkness in the narrow space.
cliffjumper: (determined - we can do this)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-06-02 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"What the frag does it---" Whirling around as he met the wall again, Cliffjumper snapped and then cut himself off, catching the pained tension in Mirage's expression and stilled.

"... Suppose not."

Engine grumbling along with the annoyed mutter from the mini, Cliffjumper hesitated before he stomped across the elevator one more time and then sunk back down in his previous spot. He still felt really, fragging embarrassed at having slipped up, but he couldn't really sit on the other side of the elevator and not give Mirage a faceful of bright light from his headlights, so sitting beside him it was.

Besides, Mirage had... it appeared, only picked up on the sincerity in relation to the compliment, not the underlying reason for the sincerity. That... worked. That was good and he didn't need to feel embarrassed anymore.

Because really, anyone who couldn't tell Mirage was stunning was just dead. He could even admit Sunstreaker and Tracks were attractive, but he wouldn't compliment them on that.

"Just too little fraggin' space in here." Which wasn't the real issue with this elevator, but the longer they were in here, the more aware he got of the fact that they were hanging suspended in the elevator shaft.
cliffjumper: (looking away - uncertain)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-06-03 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Looking up at Mirage at that, Cliffjumper stared for a moment and then smothered the half-laughter in a snort, rolling his optics. At least that made his embarrassment from his slip evaporate all the faster, so as long as nothing else similar to that happened, he'd be okay.

"You'd still be in here, wouldn't ya? So invisible or not that ain't gonna make it easier to pace." Glancing away and letting his engine rumble, Cliffjumper scowled. "Would be somethin' to do at least..."

Because there really wasn't much of anything to do in here, and he had no idea how to hold a conversation with Mirage of all mechs, even disregarding all the stupid, embarrassing slag that had happened between them up until now or the fact that he had a stupid and utterly foolish crush on the noble.

And if he started talking despite all those things, he might have another slip... or accidentally reveal what was actually bothering him with the elevator. Claustrophobia? Hardly.

To distract himself, he pulled out a mesh cloth and his glass gas gun, going over it with the cloth. He'd take out the new blasted he'd been requisitioned and pull it apart and then back together again, but that might make it harder to convince the medics his hand was fine if he stressed it too much...

"... They musta hit ya hard for the mod to still be out."

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