nexus_crossings | one mech's trash is another man's...

Misfire is, what some may call, a hoarder. He would like to consider himself a collector of fine treasures. However his room back home is just overflowing with crap. The air hanger at the edge of the wilds he's found here in the Nexus is starting to look similar. He doesn't care of course. Buuuut a certain superior officer of his back home did and ordered he clean his quarters out or his quarters would be moved from his quarters to the brig.

Keen on not getting tossed behind bars like some kind of... of common CRIMINAL, he decides to do the equivalent of just shoving it all into his closet. The closet in this case being the Nexus.

And it's all here now. There's... a lot... at least a little bit of pretty much anything you can imagine. His 'home' after all is a giant ship with quantum engines able to jump into new universes. You pick up a lot of stuff when you're on a never ending adventure across the multiverse. And that's before you even get to the Nexus!

Yeah there's boxes and crates and just random piles of stuff all over... is that an arm? That's an arm. Misfire hurries over to scoop it up. Looks like it belongs to a friend of his. Riptide maybe? He has vague memories of winning it off him in a drunken card game a little bit ago. Maybe he should give it back...

Either way the junk had to be dealt with. Even he could see the necessity. So what better way to get rid of a ton of junk then with a yard sale? He could just throw it out but... he just can't stand the thought!

So he's posted signs all around the Nexus advertising a sale with vague directions to his hanger.

"Hey! Thanks for coming! You looking for anything in particular? Bet I got something somewhere around here that's perfect for you!" he grins and waves at anyone curious enough to come out here. Possibly with the aforementioned severed arm.

(( ooc: Feel free to make up anything for the assorted junk laying around. Literally anything is fair game, the weirder and more obscure the better. He's defaulted to his giant robot form for this thread but if you'd prefer to interact with his human holographic avatar just let me know. ))

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There's another musical chime before the gun speaks again.

Uh-oh! What did the ground ever do to you? Keep practicing!

"Oooh... I've never heard that one before," Misfire absolutely lies. He's got terrible aim. He's heard that one a ton of times before. That and the dozen or so other 'miss' phrases it's programmed with.

Aegis laughs, delighted at the sound of it. "This is the most ridiculous gun I've ever seen in my life. It's a custom job? How much do you want for it?"

A smaller, floating robot appears at her side in a flash of light, turning its optic to look at her. "You're not serious," he says, bobbing a little in midair, shell twitching restlessly. "Isn't something like this a liability?"

"You got one of those cute little bitlets too? Met another mech with one of those before," Misfire want to touch the tiny adorable thing but well, he at least has enough sense to realize that enormous fingers and tiny baby bots don't really mix all that well together.

"Payment though... I really don't need anything to be honest..." he glances around. The goal of the day is, after all, to get RID of stuff. Not gather more, "You're a mechanical life form too, yeah? What's a mech like you do to get overcharged? Drunk being the universal term. I work part time at my friend's bar sometimes. He's always looking for exciting new bevs."

"I'm called a Ghost," the littler bot says primly.

"This is Bugaboo," Aegis says, jerking her thumb towards the Ghost, who manages to look somewhat put out by either the name or the introduction, despite not having a face. "And yes, I am serious. I've got the bow for being sneaky, and I can have this thing for when we have to go loud. It'll be fine."

Trading weapons for favors or advice is a little less typical than glimmer, but you know what, it ain't that weird. Aegis chuckles a little. "Same sort of stuff the humans use, with an added kick. Special Exo additive called Pinch of Light, or at least that's the one I like best. My favorite cocktail's the Redrix's Bushwacker, personally. I can probably get you the recipe."

"Yeah that'd be cool. Might have to adapt them a bit but I'll give it to my friend. We could do a theme night at the bar!" he's not sure how well human alcohol would go over with other Cybertronians but... it'll probably create a buzz at least!

"Lotta human liquor is ethanol based though huh? That's not super strong. You ever have engex? Or anything else energon based?" he pauses just a moment and then continues, "You wanna try?"

"I've never heard of energon," she admits, peering up at him curiously. It could be a trick to make her drink something corrosive, or a well-meaning offer to do the same, but Guardians don't get anywhere by being afraid of new experiences. "What is it?"

Bugaboo makes a little beeping noise that might be a huff. At least she's asking first, he supposes.

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