Seacrest!

Once the moment passes, the logic of the move is obvious. A showy goodbye to a new 'client' now that they were back in public.

"Can't wait.~"

He plays back dutifully, ending the show for everyone who was no doubt getting their eyeful. And in one instance Longarm didn't catch, a recording.

Well, whatever the answers, he can see an increase of ticket requests in his HUD for his time.

Perfect.

Golden limo slowing to a crawl and finally, a stop as its turn at the drop off point arrived, and Echo is leaning to look out the window at the great estate that Longarm's invite hails from. Gorgeous home. Beautiful grounds and garden. Plenty of people ushered inside by staff or kept in check by security, all polished to various descriptions of 'a sheen', but all about to be blown out of the water.

.: Just arrived. Heading for the front doors :.

Limousine door hissing slightly as it slides back to allow its occupant out, and 'Shoreline' is nothing but charming smiles as he steps out from his seat; A full sand back and new coat of paint, polished and waxed to a beautiful facet finish, gold inlay accents along the edges of his chassis plates, but it was the sails of ironsilk that truly caught sparks in throats.

It was like he had caught the night sky in a translucent weave, and shrouded himself in it. With every raised servo in greeting to a familiar face, every step towards the usher and their guest list, or every turn to pose for the frantic clamoring of papparazi, and it was a little meteor shower of tiny diamonds catching the light.

Shockwave didn't mind cooking- especially if it kept any accidents from happening.

"....we'll play what your schedule will be by audial. Dependent on what tasks I need you to look like you're doing, and what I actually need you to do."

He hums lightly, quickly deciding nebulous details would work best for now. At least until this new partnership of theirs settled into whatever routine it would settle into.

He notes, lightly smirking back. 'Book Club' was all Shockwave had planned, considering the point of their meetings was intel sharing.

"I am indeed asking you out on a date. And do hope you'll shine as brightly as a gemstone for me on that night. The host will survive.~"

There is still the offer of the gala ... How many drinks to get Longarm a little more interested in present company? He's all but chassis height to Echo, shouldn't be too hard.

"Very well. I shall ensure that upon arrival I am short circuiting every functioning processor" 'Shoreline' smiles, mentally compiling a list of all the places he will need to go to get himself ready for such an event if his role is Distract. He'd need a new paint job, for starters. A full wax, buff and polish, ideally scented. He'd need to have his silks steamed and his accessories polished. Yes. He would ensure that not a single functional thought occurred for the first few hours of that event.

Under different circumstances? Who knows. The spy wouldn't be one to object, necessarily.

And in other situations, Shockwave was no stranger to using any level of seductions and coercion to get what he wanted.

But now? When he's this far into a multi-millennia long deep cover mission in enemy territory, where any oversights and mistakes could mean critical failure....? Longarm's a little too focused for such illogical distractions...

...so the opportunity is willfully left to fly over Longarm's helm without a care.

He's just glad he's acquired the other's cooperation for the Gala night and to work together moving forward.

"I look forward to seeing it.~" The Prime smiles.

As Echo signals their time is up, Longarm easily follows the prompt. Getting up from his seat and following the taller mech out. Already running several mental checklists that he can get started on completing once he leaves the establishment. Such as gaining access to and reviewing the schematics for the array he needs to sabotage. Setting up payment line to The Crystal Pavilion. What paperwork at the office needed to get done by end of day-

Oh, he'll give a reason.

Lowering his helm with a faint lean, and Echo was placing a gentle press of glossed lips above that cute little gemstone, and pulling back with a smug little hum. You want a reason Longarm Prime of the Intelligence Division is at the Crystal Pavilion? Why, him of course.

He personally didn't feel like brofist's were romantic in any way but then again he stopped trying to understand Seacrest a long time ago...the mech is clearly a nutjob with a cog...

"... Hall of Records" Echo says as he looks over at Seacrest, sprawled up to his chin in foam and looking quite content.

"Yeah, that's my Bulk."

A familiar engine revs not far off, crooked smile tugging at her lips. "Far as gettin an autograph, you can ask him yerself."

--

The armored SUV lurches ahead, unfamiliar signature immediately putting him on edge. Skidding as he rounds the final corner, Bulkhead releases a relieved exvent at seeing Miko unharmed. Yet he knew all too well that could change in an instant.

Tucking into a roll as he reverts back into his alt mode, the titan's blaster is charged and at the ready as he slides to a stop, optics locked onto the D3cepticon sigil in the center of the bots chest. His pale blue stare lifts slowly.

Oh, Sweet Primus.

Flipping the card back around to look at it, clearly having quite a lot of thoughts as he stares down into holographic explosions and badassery, and he's weighing up his options. This card is rare, and it is valuable. Muppet McRound could just crush it in his fist, and he's back to square one of sourcing cards post war.

Does it put Seacrest in a better light to offer out a card which clearly highlights his prowess in battle as a Wrecker? Or do you play it safe and offer out a basic glitch common card.

Helm lifting at the distant engine, and he's probably just going to have to stick with his ⭐⭐⭐ as rummaging through his subspace is probably unwise if they come roaring aorund the corner.

Oh boy.

He is .... So much larger in person.

".......................... She play riffs good"

Servo's lifting slowly up by his helm in a 'no weapons, we G' gesture, before veeery slowly lifting the servo with the Battle Card just a little higher.

Simple things, at least. Nothing fancy. That's what company parties and galas were for.

"It's rather good fuel." He agrees. There was certaintly all sorts of goodies. Like jellies.

"Alright. Well I don't wanna set your digs on fire trying to cool something, so I get the shopping list and you cook if youre in the mood?" Otherwise, Longarm is just going to find him merrily munching on junk snacks for a meal. Or booze. Or both. High grade jelly jets are just ⭐👌. Chefs kiss. Now that is something he can make. Illicit nibblies. Pre boxed, add the wet stuff and some stuffi, and slap it in the oven.

... Can we get our boss high?

He notes, lightly smirking back. 'Book Club' was all Shockwave had planned, considering the point of their meetings was intel sharing.

"I am indeed asking you out on a date. And do hope you'll shine as brightly as a gemstone for me on that night. The host will survive.~"

There is still the offer of the gala ... How many drinks to get Longarm a little more interested in present company? He's all but chassis height to Echo, shouldn't be too hard.

"Very well. I shall ensure that upon arrival I am short circuiting every functioning processor" 'Shoreline' smiles, mentally compiling a list of all the places he will need to go to get himself ready for such an event if his role is Distract. He'd need a new paint job, for starters. A full wax, buff and polish, ideally scented. He'd need to have his silks steamed and his accessories polished. Yes. He would ensure that not a single functional thought occurred for the first few hours of that event.

"Still, all it takes is someone to overhear you and then you will have a bigger problem than if he did hear you. You don't slag off a superior in a way that can lead back to you" Echo chuckles. If you plan ot do something outside the norm, ensure you are not caught...

'Don't'

"Cresty?" Echo repeats, turning to look over at Seacrest with a raised brow.

'Don't'

He's more than happy to lay claim to the nuggets. They went well with his burger....

"Rations from cafeteria mess or groceries from home if I'm not ordering take out."

He shrugs his shoulders lightly.

"I don't really go out of my way for fuel unless it's for the occasional craving. Or if Longarm has to impress at some important dinner."

Now that Longarm knew who his contact exactly was, he was more than willing to play along for both of their benefits. It would be genuinely impossible to hide when they met, so the best strategy would be to just fully lean into it.

Actually -

"As a matter of fact, there's this upcoming gala meant to celebrate the completion of a new deep space communications array. I plan to attend to make sure absolutely nothing goes wrong with it when it launches operation that night...~"

He starts, raising an optic bridge at Shoreline,

"Why, Longarm, Sir, are you asking me out on a date?" Echo mock gasps, a servo coming to splay across his chassis in jest of shock. But he will indeed clear his schedule for that evening. If Longarm is asking him to attend, it is not for free high grade. There is someone or something he needs, and it is a two mech job.

"Wait. you guys mine too? You never told me that!!!" Orion sits back scratching his chin trying to think. "Or did you? I cant remember. " He laughs and shrugs. "But wow, getting to see other worlds, not being stuck in one place sounds pretty cool."

He seems to consider Echos proposition, scratching his chin again as he considers how he'll sneak the mech in.

"Orion! You can't call him that" Echo laughs, digits flicking a playful little splash at the miner at such language but he's called people far worse. Still, now he is curious what kind of behaviour has such a sweet little cogless calling another mech A Valve.

False expectations would give the element of surprise if things went south, after all.

"These nuggets are good. Haven't tried them before."

"See? Primey Privilege" Seacrest grins as he slides the nuggets closer, the spoils of war under the order name but he's pretty content with his mineral chunks and waffled fries and big ass burger.

Digits still when Shoreline speaks up.

Five minutes....?!

Right. One of Cybertron's most in demand courtesans. Longarm wasn't the only one with a restricting timetable....

"Understood."

With a small disappointed vent, he simply nods and clicks out of everything. Then he'll hold out the data pad for the other to take back.

"I'll make sure our future meets are adequate time blocks." He nods.

That must have been very hard, to hand back the datapad with so many little secrets waiting a click away, but polished digits are taking the offered datapad to stow it safely in his subspace with a smile.

"Yes. Perhaps, now that you have a pass granting you access to this fine establishment at any hour of operation, you might even like to book my time for an afternoon or evening? I assume as a Prime, money is not much of a concern for you" Oh, the Crystal Pavilion was going to make quite a profit this year off their newest client.