There are words for days like this, but they're all profanity...

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((Set after this))

Axl, at the moment, didn't know what to do. She'd shed the disguise she'd been using to spy on Lumine, but hadn't switched back to her other, and more commonly used, male default.

Everything was a mess. Axl knows she'll have to tell, knows that means she'll have to admit she was spying on Lumine even after being ordered to stay away from him. But right now, she doesn't even want to think about that - or what Lumine seems to be planning, or what they might have to do about it. What Axl wants to do is find some nice dark corner and disappear.

Which, given shape-changing abilities, isn't so hard.

She gravitates towards the bar. It's huge, many of the patrons Transformers. Axl, at the size of a human fourteen-year-old, dodges around legs. It seems a good place to just get lost for a while. Axl also thinks she wouldn't mind getting drunk. Not if it makes you forget things for a while, like she's heard... but she has a feeling no one at home will like it much if she does that.

But they're not going to like any of this...

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Axl blinks at that. "Whoa. That's a big cinnabun. Guess we'll just have to share one, then!"

Lumine gives him a look for that. If Axl thought he had any interest in ingesting any of this 'cinnabun' thing, he was so wrong.

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Nemesis chuckles as she turns to get the e-tank. "You want iced or sticky with pecans?"

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"Sticky!" chirps Axl in a fit of mischievousness.

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She sets the e-tank on their table, then goes to the fridge and takes out something else, which she puts into the microwave to heat. Soon the entire bar is permeated with a wonderful aroma, and there are Transformers calling for cinnaSeekers or buns for themselves.

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Lumine very nearly makes a O.o face as he takes note of the 'chain reaction'.

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Cinna flavor has been called Transformer crack. Some of these guys are acting like it as they come up hopeful of getting the treats for themselves rather than waiting for the servers to bring them.

As for Nemesis, she just passes them out, and then opens the nuke when it beeps and sets the big plate on Axl and Lumine's table, along with two small forks.

Yes, that is a slagging big and wonderful looking southern sticky bun.

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Axl grins. "Thanks."

Lumine is still staring at the effects on the rest of the bar. "Did you know this would happen?"

"Mmm?" Axl has mouthful of sticky bun. Once that's dealt with, he shakes his head. "No idea."

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The bun's flavor is perfect; the carefully scientifically calculated spice blend warm, complex, and delicious, and the bun itself just soft and fluffy enough to convey that flavor in just the right way.

It's also close enough in scent to the TF mineral blend that a couple of mechs pause to sniff near Axl and Lumine's table and then give appreciative grins.

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"Whoa, I wasn't expecting this much of a reaction," Axl mutters, feeling very small at the moment. "I think you'd better help me eat this thing before we get mobbed or something."

"You don't seriously expect me to ingest any of that, do you?"

Axl blinks and looks at Lumine. "What? It's a cinnabun, not a bomb. Don't tell me you've been visiting the Nexus for this long and you've never tried human food?"

"You've been spying on me frequently enough to where you should suspect the answer to that already. No, I have not. I see no reason to do so."

Axl sighs. "Lumine, there are a lot of things in the world that have no reason for doing them. And a lot of those are fun. If you wait for some logical excuse for everything you do, you're gonna miss out on a lot."

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"It won't damage you."

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"You know, you really don't have any more of a reason not to than you have a reason to try it. So why not chose the option that's more interesting?"

... "Fine." If it would get Axl to shut up about it, Lumine will try a bite of cinnabun.

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"That's not human anyway." Nemesis is back with a couple cloth napkins. "Organic, yeah. But it was made by bots."

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"I kinda meant more 'edible to' than 'made by'," says Axl, and frowns a bit to himself. He'd been thinking of bringing up things, trying to find out just what kind of situation Lumine was in and what to do about it, but maybe Lumine was right and this wasn't the place for that. But there had to be something to do. If Lumine was right that all the Reploids working on the Jacob Project would be scrapped as soon as the orbital elevator was done...

Axl waits until Nemesis is gone before speaking up, though, and even then he stays quiet. "So... how long before the orbital elevator is finished?"

"Not long," Lumine replies just as quietly. "I have been trying to delay things, but there is only so much that can be done without causing suspicion."

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"Ah." The bartender's gone again.

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Axl keeps his voice down and makes mental notes of other places to go talk once they're done with the sticky cinnabun. "We'll find a way to get them out of there, even if we have to fake an attack or something."

"Which still does not solve the underlying issue," says Lumine, after another bite of cinnabun.

"Yeah. That's gonna be harder. Just... don't do anything stupid, ok? There's gotta be a better answer than that."

((Probably about time to fade out on these two, I think, and let em have their stickybun))