[ooc: This post ICly takes place concurrent with events in this recent Wildlife Project post.]TFA SlipstreamSlipstream is sitting in the lobby of Park Slope Apartments, on what formerly functioned as a security or concierge desk, from what she can tell. She watches the front doors expectantly, cutely swinging her legs from where she's perched atop the cantilevered countertop. A klik goes by and she checks her chronometer.
Fashionably late, my aft! She hops down and paces across the lobby, glancing into the abandoned conference room, in which she has seriously considered hosting a movie night, though she doesn't suppose it really rates as much as the drive-in...and doesn't have the edgy seating of the Death's Head.
//Hey, Coattails, you on your way over here yet?// Maybe he is having some trouble with the Old Gal. Slipstream smirks at the thought...and then her faceplate shifts to a pout, as there is no reply.She waits a while longer, leaning against the wall near the turbolift, just threatening to go back to her apartment any nanocycle, and forget him.
//Enough of your calaverada
, Sugarskull! I know
you didn't forget we had a date!//They'd only be promising each other to meet all week! A series of long comms at odd hours of the solar cycle, since they had last seen each other in this lobby. She had flown off to meet Megatron and he had gone back to his critter study and pondering the mysteries of Nexusville. Business at the Community Turbine Farm had kept her busy during most of the week, and Lockdown had said he was preparing for one of his Wildlife Project outings, with Prowl.
I'll kill him! He knows better than to stand me
up!She sits on a bench near the front doors, waiting, just a little while longer. She checks her chronometer, again. What if something bad happened to him? Or...what if something happened with Prowl? Not that she had ever been against Lockdown being with Prowl, personally, but Lockdown had confided in her how he felt about the Hero, and that Prowl had made it clear he was unavailable, and that he wanted to find a way to move on from that sparkache...just like she really wanted to get over that certain magenta Seeker. If her partner in their support group of two had fallen off the wagon, she couldn't very well do her job and distract him, if she couldn't even get him on the comm!
//Stripes...I promise I won't be mad. I am still here, for you...Allright, I might be a little
mad, but no more than you deserve
. I won't- just comm me. Don't make me be some crazy stalker femme, like in a bad romantic comedy, and keep comming you!// She doesn't want to be alone. It is isolating enough to feel scorned, and then have the one who best understands that feeling become unavailable. She doesn't have to physically be alone, too. Maybe on of her tenants...but she isn't sure Skywarp or Starscream are in their apartments right now. In fact, she's reasonably sure The Emo Kid went to that nice little place on the riverfront.
I need more tenants! She's always been willing to have others move into the building, but there didn't seem need for it when there were so few here and yet so many buildings to be claimed. But, maybe now. She might even get some rent out of it. Not that they have some bureaucratic government with a credit system in place, but she'd prefer barter or payments of energon; such is the currency of the realm. She sends out text via the subspace public message boards:
Furnished apartments for rent in luxurious high-rise apartment building. Studio and multi-room apartments available for rent on permanent, weekly or daily basis. Amenities include: private washrooms; energon dispensers; comfortable berths in range of sizes; access to shared observation deck, gym, conference room, and media center. Limited office and storefront spaces are also available for commercial use. All applicants welcome. Contact Slipstream.
------------------------Slipstream smirks at her advertisement. She didn't mention anything about standard rates or equality; she's not some Autobot charitable organization after all. She has standards.[ooc: open post. Feel free to let Slipstream use discriminatory housing practices on your character and either lavish them in fictional luxuries for free, or rob them of all their fictional wealth, according to her rules and standards, or just stop by to visit. And, kinda stole Emo's habit of using lyrics from the post's music for its title.]