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there's always time for jenga; Open thread [primary players: Fulcrum & Misfire]
Topic Started: 29 Jun 2016, 12:36 PM (61 Views)
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The plaque next to the door said REC ROOM.

Actually, it said WRECK ROOM; someone cheeky had carved the glyphs into the plaque, and someone else had come along and hastily crossed them out. Fulcrum didn't want to know what this said about the Autobots onboard the ship.

The door swooshed open when he stepped in front of it and he paused, still not really used to doors that opened without making enough noise to disturb everyone else on the ship. The room beyond was large enough to make the WAP's rec room look like a storage closet, tables and chairs rising from depressions in the floor and shelves lining the walls. Fulcrum took a few hesitant steps inside; when nobody popped out of thin air to yell at him he relaxed and began looking around in earnest.

Games were stacked haphazardly on one shelf and Fulcrum made a beeline for those, pushing boards and holo-emitters aside as he glanced through. There was a Fullstasis board hidden under a bunch of stacks of cards, and another board for Tardek shoved behind some cracked holo-emitters and some kind of sized-up organic game. And on the next shelf-

"Jenga!"

Fulcrum grinned and pulled the battered box out from a massive spill of loose playing cards. A quick look inside told him that all the pieces were accounted for - the set the Scavengers had was missing some of the blocks. Crankcase had made some substitutes out of bits of folded scrap metal, but the balance was off and if you weren't careful about placement, the entire tower came down before anyone actually got a chance to play.

He ignored the twinge of some nameless emotion when he thought about Crankcase, and sat at a nearby table to start setting up the game. It wasn't nearly as fun with just one person, but Krok was busy and Misfire was...somewhere, and Fulcrum didn't think going up to a random Autobot and asking if they wanted to play would end well for him.

Their loss, really.
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With a folded checkerboard in hand and a caddy filled with checker pieces in the other, Ratchet stomped his way to the rec room. He didn't mind patients bringing board games in to pass the time while they recovered. The only rules were that they cleaned up when they were done and brought it with them when they left. Ratchet considered making a sign to hang in the medibay at this point, considering how many times these rules got blatantly ignored.

When the doors opened, Ratchet was surprised to see Fulcrum sitting by himself. Fulcrum was neatly stacking blocks in rows of three on top of each other, the pattern going from horizontal then vertical and so on. It was an odd-looking game, one that Ratchet had never seen before at that.

Deciding that he was staring too long, Ratchet walked over to place the checkerboard and its pieces back on its shelf. All the while his optics were shifted to fixate on the tower Fulcrum was creating. Just what was the point of this game? He slowly strolled back to the door, still wanting to get one last glance of the growing block tower. A weathered box next to Fulcrum's arm brought his attention away from the tower. He managed to catch a few letters despite the faded coloring.

Jenga? He repeated the word over and over again in his mind. Ratchet swore he's heard of this game before. All he knew was that it was a game organics invented. Stopping in his tracks, Ratchet considered sitting down and playing this...Jenga... with Fulcrum. There was nothing left to do in the medibay anyways, and Ratchet always welcomed a break from his job.

Ratchet spun around and pulled up a spare seat at Fulcrum's table, careful not to shake said table in the process. Once settled in, Ratchet folded his arms and looked away, thinking of something to break the ice.

"Heya there," he started, trying to sound as friendly as his raspy voice would let him. "Mind if I play J-"

He left his mouth hanging open. Ratchet had come to the realization that he had no idea how to pronounce Jenga correctly. He was able to spit out fifteen-syllabled medical terms like the alphabet, but Primus forbid the word Jenga.

Clearing his intake, Ratchet picked up where he last left off.

"Mind if I play," he braced himself, clearing his intake again for good measure.

"Jeen-gah...With you?"

Nailed it.
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He'd noticed when the Autobot had entered the room, frame tensing almost imperceptibly. The longer the stranger's stare lingered on his plating the more anxious he began to feel - was he actually allowed in here? He didn't remember anyone specifically outlawing the Decepticons from leaving their floor, and he had been given a map to navigate the ship easier-

The Autobot stopped staring and walked over to the shelves. Fulcrum quickly snuck a glance at them- red and white paintjob; the colours of Autobot medics. Fulcrum tried to remember if he'd been one of the ones in the medibay earlier, scanning him for explosives. Maybe he was just staring out of suspicion? Curiosity? Not many K-Class had made it out of the war, after all - out of the three Scavengers onboard the Lost Light, his frametype probably made him the most 'dangerous' in the optics of the crew.

Even if he was disarmed.

Fulcrum cautiously placed another block on the half-finished tower, ignoring the prickling feeling on the back of his neck. The medic was staring again. Was he going to be dragged back to the medibay for more scans? Was he going to get kicked out? Was-

All of a sudden the Autobot was pulling a chair closer to his table, careful not to disturb the still-forming tower. Fulcrum's hand slipped and bumped into the blocks, nearly scattering them all over; he quickly pressed both palms to the sides, keeping them still. What the frag?

"Heya there. Mind if I play J-"

Fulcrum couldn't believe it. The Autobot wanted to play a game with him. Really, it shouldn't be too surprising - Grimlock was always enthusiastic about whatever the other Scavengers were playing - but this wasn't Grimlock. This was a strange Autobot medic who...who seemed to actually be having trouble pronouncing the name of the game.

"Mind if I play Jeen-gah...With you?"

"Nice try. It's, it's actually Jen-gah. Weird organic words, you know." He was having a little bit of trouble processing what happened, but as always, his mouth was ahead of the curve. "And, uh, sure, it's more fun with more people. Um." There weren't many blocks left to arrange, and Fulcrum put them up as quickly as dared.

"Okay, do you know how to play...?" Probably not, considering he didn't even know how to pronounce the name. Still, he didn't want to assume, in case the medic got mad. Not that he was likely prone to shooting things, like Spin, but it never hurt to be cautious. "Er. You're supposed to take blocks out from any layer except the one under the top, and put them on the top. You only use one hand for this, and you can sorta...nudge the blocks to see which ones will keep the tower up." Was he explaining this decently? Misfire hadn't bothered to explain the game, the first time Fulcrum had been dragged in to play - the jet just started moving blocks and expected Fulcrum to know what to do. He'd had to bother Crankcase for the actual rules later. "The game ends when the tower falls. Or if you knock out a piece that isn't the one that you're moving.

"Er...I built it, so I go first?" Fingers hovered over the blocks before he gently pushed a middle block halfway out, moving over to grab the end sticking out and placing the block, delicately, on the top of the tower. "Your turn."
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Misfire had heard that Fulcrum had popped into the rec room, last anyone had seen him. Honestly, Misfire hadn’t been up to all too much since adjusting to life on the Lost Light. You know, the ordinary. Look around for snacks, avoid Skids, find some cozy places to nap, avoid skids, pester Krok by slouching all over him, but most importantly he was to avoid Skids. Honestly, he had no idea why the bot had so much beef with him, but it was already too late and he wasn’t about to go ask.

He had gone around the ship, trying to find anything to take his mind off missing Grimlock when he decided maybe it was best that he go and catch up with Fulcrum. Even if it wasn’t his Fulcrum, which really made him sad the more he allowed himself to dwell on it, it still was Fulcrum and one of the few comforts he had left in this universe. No Grimlock, no team, least he had these new team members to almost… not replace but fill part of the void until he could get home.

Squeezing into the rec room, two cans of some drinks he scored from Swerve’s, he wasn’t allowed in but at least the big yellow mech that worked in there was happy to help the decons get some drinks if you asked nicely, Misfire was excited to see Fulcrum. Fulcrum and some new autobot pal. Huh. Strange. Well, strange until he saw the Jenga set. Things made sense after that.

Flopping down all too close to Fulcrum and jokingly setting the can on the top of Fulcrum’s helmet, one hand cupping the air close by should it tip for him to catch, Misfire gave the two a dopey grin.

“Got you a treat, also can I play? I’ve been searching tip to toe all over the place for ya, buddy. Also who ya got here?” His attention shifted from placing Fulcrum’s can to the table top to looking at Ratchet.
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As silly as it all was, Ratchet's face warmed up when Fulcrum corrected him. He hoped he didn't make a bad lasting impression on him. That embarrassment quickly went away as Fulcrum demonstrated how to play the game. This was a game that needed steady hands and concentration. Ratchet bit back a smirk, not wanting to look so cocky already. Jenga seemed to be a game of his forte. He picked off a piece near the bottom of the tower, using his index and thumb to slide out the single block. With that, he placed it right next to Fulcrum's block with a satisfying plink.

His attention was drawn away from the tower when the rec room doors opened. In stepped Misfire with two cans from Swerve's and a puzzled look as his optics fell on Ratchet. Albeit awkwardly, he waved, signaling that he was friendly. It wasn't all the time you'd get to see an autobot and two decepticons sitting down for a game of Jenga. Despite all the tensions, Ratchet wasn't worried. It's not like anyone in here was armed. Well, not visibly armed anyways.

When Misfire asked who he was, Ratchet finally realized that he had never properly introduced himself to Fulcrum. That probably explains why Fulcrum seemed so uncomfortable from the start.

"I'm Ratchet. I'm one of the medics here on the ship. You two must be Fulcrum and Misfire," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "I know that because I have to read the medical files of everyone on the ship."
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"Misfi- Would you stop doing that?" Fulcrum let out a mock-irritated sigh but kept his head still, careful not to spill whatever it was that Misfire had put on his helm. Why the jet always decided to use his head as a makeshift coaster was beyond him, but you just got used to some things after a while. Even if they were extremely annoying.

Ratchet introduced himself, and Fulcrum smiled weakly. "That's us," he said. Vaguely, he wondered what his medical file said. He was never really sure if Spin kept official files or not; Fulcrum tended to avoid spending time in the medibay on the WAP as much as he could, and even if the Scavengers regarded privacy as something that happened to other people he always had a healthy respect for Spinister's things. "We're, er, just looking for stuff to do while...while they're figuring out how to get everyone back."

Fulcrum could feel the can rocking a bit atop his helm and carefully reached up to grab it, nudging Misfire's hand out of the way. He squinted at the can briefly and shrugged; Misfire knew by know what he could and couldn't drink. If this was something his tanks couldn't handle, they'd all find out in a few minutes.

Unconsciously he leaned a little closer to the jet, opening the can and taking a sip. "Your turn, Misfire."
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