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rekindleme2015-02-11 07:47 pm
dadcepticon) wrote in rekindleme2015-02-11 07:47 pm
We're gonna do what we do best.
Who: Krok and YOU! Yes, you! Seriously anybody is welcome. Come bug Captain Mopey!
Where: Shopping district!
When: Slight backdate to 10 February, mid-morning/noonish.
Summary: Krok needs something to fill up the much too quiet apartment he's too reluctant to abandon. Time to look for music and movies!
Warnings: Nnnnothing really?
Life has been very quiet in recent weeks. None of the chatter or mayhem that Krok simply took for granted. No being woken at all hours by Misfire with something to tell him, no conversations with Fulcrum, no laughter or jokes or arguments. Just silence and an oppressive sense of melancholy as he looks at empty bedrooms.
He hates it.
He doesn't want to give up the apartment if he can help it; what if they come back? They might, he thinks. It's a possibility, at least. Even if a very distant one. Enough of a chance that he can't ignore it, certainly – but he can't take the emptiness of it any more. It's maddening. He's upset over the absences; Spinister is upset and it's impossible to console the big helicopter when Krok himself can't seem to shake off the unhappiness. Something has to change, he decides, even if it isn't their quarters. So, steeling himself against the likelihood of too much good cheer from potentially all quarters – he needs to not wallow, yes, but there's only so much effervescence and warmth Krok can manage right now – the weary scavenger captain takes himself to the shopping district on a mission.
There must be some sort of recordings he can buy. Anything, he thinks, just to have the noise. Just to fill in the gaps where there should be friendly voices. Vids, music, he doesn't care what it is so long as it makes sounds. He squints at the signs and displays around him and peers into the shops as he slows his stride, debating where to even start. Krok's had so little use for this entire end of the city that he finds himself at something of a loss for direction, staring at the options available and all but broadcasting his usual exasperation every which way as he pauses in the middle of the concourse.
"I must be going out of my mind," he mumbles to himself while looking right to left and back again. There's a place a little further along that seems to sell electronic devices, he guesses by their window displays. It's as good a place to start as any.
Where: Shopping district!
When: Slight backdate to 10 February, mid-morning/noonish.
Summary: Krok needs something to fill up the much too quiet apartment he's too reluctant to abandon. Time to look for music and movies!
Warnings: Nnnnothing really?
Life has been very quiet in recent weeks. None of the chatter or mayhem that Krok simply took for granted. No being woken at all hours by Misfire with something to tell him, no conversations with Fulcrum, no laughter or jokes or arguments. Just silence and an oppressive sense of melancholy as he looks at empty bedrooms.
He hates it.
He doesn't want to give up the apartment if he can help it; what if they come back? They might, he thinks. It's a possibility, at least. Even if a very distant one. Enough of a chance that he can't ignore it, certainly – but he can't take the emptiness of it any more. It's maddening. He's upset over the absences; Spinister is upset and it's impossible to console the big helicopter when Krok himself can't seem to shake off the unhappiness. Something has to change, he decides, even if it isn't their quarters. So, steeling himself against the likelihood of too much good cheer from potentially all quarters – he needs to not wallow, yes, but there's only so much effervescence and warmth Krok can manage right now – the weary scavenger captain takes himself to the shopping district on a mission.
There must be some sort of recordings he can buy. Anything, he thinks, just to have the noise. Just to fill in the gaps where there should be friendly voices. Vids, music, he doesn't care what it is so long as it makes sounds. He squints at the signs and displays around him and peers into the shops as he slows his stride, debating where to even start. Krok's had so little use for this entire end of the city that he finds himself at something of a loss for direction, staring at the options available and all but broadcasting his usual exasperation every which way as he pauses in the middle of the concourse.
"I must be going out of my mind," he mumbles to himself while looking right to left and back again. There's a place a little further along that seems to sell electronic devices, he guesses by their window displays. It's as good a place to start as any.
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Definitely more awkward than threatening.
"Er, right. I meant you... here. Yeah. Aha..."
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"Right, well," he murmurs. "I just wanted to see if I could find… something. To fill the quiet." Not really an enjoyable topic, he tells himself, and grimaces. "…You know."
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Say no more. He understands. The look on his face says it all -- going from slightly bashful to solemn in a few beats. He folds his arms under his chestplate, shoulders hunching in a bit.
"They got anything to make... I dunno. Music or somethin'?"
He's trying to help, really.
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He still forgets sometimes that fuel isn't so much a concern any more and sighs at himself, then looks back to Ironhide.
"You wouldn't happen to have any suggestions," he wonders, "would you?"
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He offers up a smile of his own, before glancing around.
"Nah, I'm not really the kinda bot to ask... I mean, last time I watched a vid was probably before the war..."
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"Maybe it's time to give it another go?" he muses curiously. "We could even help each other look." Maybe Krok is a little too desperate for company that doesn't treat him like he's made of gypsum and talcum and will fall apart at the least casual treatment. And maybe, he tells himself, that was a little harsh of a thought to have. He really should talk to Spinister soon.
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He actually smiles a little at the thought. It might be nice, to try and get things back the way they were. At least a little bit. He's been out of touch for so long...
The big bot nods to Krok, and falls into step next to him, glancing around curiously. There's no wariness to his motions, just easy interest.
"Couldn't hurt anything."