November 26, 2011 (The Tina, Polyhex) --- Vortex lurks on an isolated seat, staring into his energon and kicking the legs of his chair in a desultory fashion. Every so often, he huffs, and slumps further down. Nova Black walks into the Tina and immediately notices the sulking copter. Curious, she walks over to where he's sitting. "Hey, Vortex." She twitches her wings in a manner that might be sympathetic. "Something wrong?" "No," Vortex lies. "Hey." He prods his cube, and the liquid sloshes. Nova Black grins. *This* is more like it. "I don't know. Who was that?"