#PRIMUS INDEED DOES WHAT RATCHET SAYS HE DOES WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE

[somerandomcockroach]

MERCY ME

I SHOULD FINALLY GET SUSPICIOUS ABOUT EVERY WORD YOU PUT IN

I MEAN "PRIMUS SEES WHAT I SAY HE SEES" SOUNDED FOR ME LIKE A ONE BIG SPITE ABOUT HIM BEING AN ATHEIST AND HERE WE GO

I WILL BITE YOU

Monster hunter au part 10

Head in hands. Ratchet can't see, but carries the lantern anyway because it's not for him, it's for everyone else. He can't see, so when he shines it towards the mechs approaching him, this is for them to see better in the dark forest. He can't see, so he makes sure everyone who might need him can see him. It was never about him, it was about what he does for others.

Rung here actually knows he's God, but can't perform divine miracles. Although he can and does know things he's not supposed to know. Also, ironically, he knows everything Ratchet did after he blinded himself because Ratchet was carrying his spark around with him the whole time. So the phrase "Primus sees what I say he sees" was kind of prophetic haha

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[heliopauseentertainments]

The Unlucky Marriage of Drift & Ratchet

This is unfinished, just the first chapter, but is based on a prompt from @decepti-thots​.

On AO3 (where the rest will be posted when/if finished because Tumblr is not built for chapter work).

Continuity: IDW1

Relationships: Drift/Ratchet, Drift & Rodimus, Megatron & Rodimus, implied past Drift/Rodimus, some background/minor relationships, ambiguous relationships

Characters: Drift, Ratchet, Rodimus, Megatron, Chromedome, Rewind (so far)

Warnings: Alcohol use

Summary: In which a captain's duty to officiate bonding ceremonies is a problem.

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“Rodimus, what is this?”

The datapad was dangled in front of Megatron’s face by a speedster that had dramatically draped himself over a shoulder, likely with the express purpose of being annoying. At least since he was seated at his desk, Rodimus hadn’t had to jump this time to clear the distance. Unfortunately, this method of document delivery also meant the datapad wasn’t being held completely still. That made reading it next to impossible.

“Some stuff.”

“I can see that, yes.” He reached out and took the datapad from Rodimus’ grasp before holding it closer to his optics. He probably should have put on his spectacles, but this worked just as well. “But what is it specifically?”

“A conjunxual license application.”

Megatron sputtered, nearly dropping the damn datapad. Oh no.

“A what? For whom?”

“Calm down. Not for you.”

Oh, thank Primus.

“It says right there!” Rodimus, still using his co-captain as furniture, reached over and poked the document with the tip of his index finger. “Use your optics! I know you’re not blind yet.”

Indeed, upon closer inspection, it did seem to be as Rodimus had said.

A conjunxual license application.

For Drift and Ratchet.

“Oh, finally.”

“Finally‽” Now it was Rodimus’ turn to sputter, wriggling on his perch and slapping Megatron in the back of the head with the fin of his spoiler for the fifth time today. “What do you mean ‘finally’?”

“Now Magnus will stop writing them tickets for unlawful fraternization and I don’t have to void them for being unenforceable.” Come to think of it, Megatron thought, that was probably why they were bothering to file the paperwork anyway. He set the datapad down on the desk in front of him, reaching out with his left hand to grab a light-pen from the little desk tidy that Minimus had given him for his creation day. Very handy.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like? Signing it, of course.” What else could he be doing with it? Drift and Ratchet were their—well, Rodimus’ friends. The least they, as the captains, could do is assist the crew in their happiness. Sure, it was really only a formality given that, to their knowledge, there were no other Cybertronians in this universe and the ship’s command crew was the closest thing to a government they had. “I see no reason to deny the application.”

“But—“

“But what?” The light-pen was put back in the desk tidy. “Don’t tell me you have some sort of objection.”

Why would he? Sure, Rodimus had told him about the whole fiasco with Overlord and Drift, but that was long behind them now. This universe was about a fresh start, not dwelling on the past, even if was something everyone on board the Lost Light struggled with.

“Well, no, but….” Rodimus trailed off, but Megatron only looked at him out of the corner of his optic, a silent indication that he would relatively patiently wait for an answer.

“But as the captain I would have to officiate and that’d be kind of… awkward.”

Megatron breathed a resigned sigh. At least this time Rodimus didn’t say “mad awk.” While he didn’t know the details of the history between the speedsters and the medic—he would, in fact, prefer to keep it that way—he could accept that it would probably be the most comfortable for everyone involved if Rodimus did not participate in any official capacity.

“Luckily for you, I’m here. I’ll do it.” Look at that little problem just solve itself. Teamwork. He reached over to pat his co-captain on the arm, at least as much as he could reach with the odd angle.

Besides, it ought to be straightforward, no matter the strange history between everyone aboard.

All four Acts would be done by the pair in private—that’s their business and he really did not want to know—and Megatron would just sign the paperwork at the party, shake their hands, and leave. That was how it had worked when he commanded the Nemesis and whenever he had happened to be present at a Decepticon base when someone there filed an application. Should be no different here, he thought. He knew he was what Rodimus would call a “buzzkill,” but those celebrations weren’t for him. He’d always been uncomfortable at such… personal functions.

“You?”

“Yes. Now get off of me.” Wait. “Please.”

—

“Drift, are you sure this is what you want?” Ratchet had left the door to his washrack open when he had gone inside to get cleaned up for the “big day” so they could keep talking. It was as though the medic had sensed something was off in Drift’s manner today. Frankly, he wasn’t sure how he felt about being… perceived like this.

“Of course, why….” Drift paused as he sat with a mirror in hand to touch up the paint under his optics, his voice trailing off in a moment of doubt. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, for one thing, you’ve been painting over the same spot for the past several minutes without even letting it dry.”

Damp, partially dried red paint clung, coagulating, to the end of the brush in his hand.

Red.

He could practically hear Rodimus’ voice. Talking about revenge while being repainted, red and gold disappearing under purple and black.

When Drift didn’t reply, Ratchet continued, perhaps a little louder than necessary to be heard over the spray of solvent in the shower.

“We don’t have to do this, you know. It’s just a formality.”

That was true. It was just a formality. It wouldn’t have changed how they lived except for a few bits of paperwork. And no more tickets for fraternization. That was probably the only reason Ratchet had originally suggested just marrying and being done with it.

“I know, I know,” Drift said, unsure if he could even be heard over the roar of solvent. “I… I still want to.”

—

“Rewind,” Chromedome started, settling down in a chair in the back of Swerve’s bar while the minibot fiddled with the camera on the side of his head. “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready for the circus.”

It looked like he was swapping out for a different lens, but Chromedome couldn’t figure out why. The regular one was perfectly fine for most purposes.

“Circus? It’s just a wedding.” Sure, it was the first one to happen since they had left their home universe, but it wasn’t particularly special. It was a long-time coming and really was only to formalize something that had already been the de facto situation. It was still a good excuse to have an occasion though.

“Yes, it is, but there is one thing that you’re forgetting, Domey.”

“Which is?”

“Guess who’s officiating.”

Oh.

“No, you can’t mean—“ That would explain why Rodimus had taken a seat at the bar and was slumped over what looked like at least three half-empty cups of high-grade. Actually, no, Chromedome thought, even if this captain were officiating, there was a chance that would have happened anyway.

“Oh, yes, I do. This is going in my cringe compilation.”

[writeyouin]

Hey there, wanted to know if I could get  some scenarios of how ratchet, ravage, swerve, and cygate would handle if their human s/o  found an abandoned baby and was instantly overcome with motherly instincts. Mama bear mode activated

Transformers MTMTE-LL Reader Insert Drabbles - Baby

A/N – All baby girls in the fic today cos I’m biased.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Ratchet

Ratchet stared at you and the small child swaddled in your arms. He had felt bad when he had to work again instead of joining you on the visit to the space port. Now, he regretted not going, because he would have handed the child over to the authorities instead of bringing it aboard like it was his own sparkling.

“(Y/N), please tell me that you aren’t planning to keep this child. What about the original owners?”

“The parents,” You emphasized the word as if it burned your tongue, “abandoned this baby in an alley, with a note, claiming anyone could take her. I mean, who does that? So now, I’m going to be her parent, aren’t I Evie?” You addressed the child. “Yes, I am and I won’t ever abandon you, will I?”

Ratchet glared at you, trying to keep his voice low when he spoke so as not to scare the child. “(Y/N), we cannot keep her. You have to take her back. This is no place for a baby.”

“And why not? She’s not going to cause any trouble here Ratchet, and she needs a family.”

“Of course she needs a family, but it’s not going to be us.”

“Don’t you want to start a family with me?”

“No,” Ratchet hissed. “(Y/N), you are my Conjunx and you had better understand me here. This is not our child. She will never be our child. This was somebody else’s and we will take her back.”

“Ratchet, if you think that I am ever leaving this baby-”

“THIS WON’T MAKE UP FOR THE ONE WE LOST!”

At that point the baby in your arms started crying and you turned all your attention to calming her, “Shh, shh, oh, it’s okay Evie. Your daddy is just working through some issues, he didn’t mean to shout. There, there.”

“I am not her father.”

“Ratchet,” Your stare bore into him, “We are married and this is my child now. You either get on board with this or we are going to have a serious discussion about our future. Now, I would storm out, but Evie needs a health check, so once you’ve given her the all clear, then I will leave.”

No more was said over the matter. Ratchet still didn’t want the child and clearly, he would have to convince you that keeping her was the worst idea for the two of you. The last baby, an accidental clone of you from one of the younger scientists, had been another surprise that Ratchet hadn’t wanted. He hadn’t said so at the time as he could see how you would feel responsible for that one; all the same, while he had never wanted to be a father, he also never wanted the child to die in that unspeakable accident. The Lost Light was no place for a child, and Ratchet hoped he could make you see that before you got hurt again.

After Ratchet had given the baby a thorough medical check, finding that she was perfectly healthy, he started up the argument with you again. It didn’t matter what he said, you simply weren’t listening.

Finally, after a full-on shouting match in which Ratchet regretted most of what he said, he roared at you to get out. It seemed that he would be in no mood to go back to your shared hab-suite for a while, at least until you came to your senses.

While Ratchet expected you to give in, and realise he was right, you waited for him to do the same. Days turned into weeks and Ratchet still hadn’t returned to the hab-suite, nor you to the medical bay.

Although Ratchet didn’t venture out from the med-bay, he heard stories from the bots that came in about how Evie had become something of a ship-mascot and treasure. Every-time she so much as waved her arms or gurgled a spit bubble, Rodimus added another cuddly Rodimus star to her collection.

Even knowing of the rift between the two of you, most bots tried to bring Ratchet around to their way of thinking by pretending they didn’t know about the fight and saying, “You must be one proud bot, having a sparkling so great,” upon finishing their medical evaluations.

Finally, Ratchet couldn’t take it anymore. His spark ached from yearning and sadness and yet he felt in his mind he was right, and no matter what, he would not be a parent. He stomped his way through the ship to the hab-suite he hadn’t seen since the fight. Ready to argue his point further, he stepped inside, instantly deflating at the sight that met him.

You were asleep on the berth, with Evie sleeping atop your chest; the two of you clearly exhausted from the day’s activities. Ratchet sat down in a nearby chair, watching the two of you. He had no idea how much a baby could grow in a month, and yet here it was in front of him.

Staying there for a while, seeing how peaceful the two of you were, Ratchet sighed.

‘Primus,’ He thought, ‘I’m not a praying mech, but… I hope I’m a better creator than my mine was. I’ll need to be here for this child… For Evie.’

Indeed, he hadn’t ever wanted to be a parent, but if Ratchet could be better than those who raised him, then maybe everything would be alright.

Ravage

Ravage sniffed the tiny fledgling in the basket in which you had found it and brought it aboard.

“What is it?” He asked, his tail lashing in frustration as the creature reached out its tiny fists to touch him.

“She is a human, like me,” You answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ravage didn’t like that tone, nor did he like your infatuation with the small human; you hadn’t taken your eyes off it since bringing it aboard.

“Is it deformed?”

That earned him a glare from you, “No.”

He glanced at you then back to her, realisation finally drawing on him, “Oh, so it’s a Minibot then. Smaller and weaker… What happened to its vocaliser? Why doesn’t it say something?”

You supressed a smile at Ravage’s unwitting ignorance, “Ravage, this isn’t a Minibot. This is a baby, you know, like a sparkling?”

“This is how you start off? No wonder you need me to protect you all the time.”

“Keep talking like that, see where it gets you in this relationship.”

Ravage hissed, making the baby cry with the sound.

“Ravage, you can’t make noises like that around the baby, you’re scaring her.”

Ravage glared at you as you picked the tiny human up, swaddling her in a blanket and soothing her. He hated not being the centre of attention where you were concerned.

“Fine,” He spat, keeping the growl out of his voice, “Tell me everything about your new toy so I won’t accidentally break it.”

It had taken some time for Ravage to understand everything to do with the human sparkling but he finally felt that he could take care of it, if he so wished.

While you were occupied, Ravage strutted into your room carrying a sandwich in his mouth. The baby was lying on its back in the playpen you had commissioned from one of the other bots obsessed with the fleshling. You had named her Danica after the first female NASCAR driver, but Ravage much preferred to call the creature ‘Spawn of Unicron.’

Perching on the playpen rail, Ravage dropped the sandwich onto the baby’s chest.

“Eat, you little retch,” Ravage growled. “I said eat. Then you will grow and (Y/N) will be all mine again.”

The baby giggled and waved her arms.

“You milky little let-down. My hunting skill was perfect. I stole that sandwich from (Y/N) herself. Now eat it.”

Danica gurgled, sticking her fist in her mouth.

“Well,” Ravage sneered, “At least you can clean yourself without help… Wait, what is that? Is that drool? Disgusting. Ugh fine, watch me.”

Ravage started cleaning himself gracefully, watching to see if the baby would do the same. When it did not, he simply rolled his eyes; clearly the child couldn’t do anything for itself.

“You’re not really a threat, are you. Fine (Y/N) can love you and I suppose I will do my part in protecting you. Do we have an agreement, spawn of Unicron?”

Danica started blowing spit-bubbles, entertaining herself in her own manner. Ravage merely scoffed and laid down outside the playpen; until the child learned to stop drooling, there was no way he would get any closer to her.

Swerve

“Let’s keep her,” You said, upon finding the abandoned child in the alley.

“What?” Swerve sputtered, gobsmacked by your suggestion.

“Why not?” You asked, picking the child up and checking her temperature. “We were talking about trying soon, so… Well, we can’t leave her here, and this planet doesn’t have a whole lot of humans and, Swerve, I just-” You looked at him for the first time since finding the baby, “I can’t leave her.”

“Will she- I mean- What should we call her? How long will it take her to walk? Do you think we should make Skids the Godfather? Primus, who will be Godmother? What items does she need? Don’t tell the others that, only me. I’m her dad now so I want to make the furniture? Scrap, where do we get baby formula? Argh, I just swore in front of our child.”

From that very rant, you knew Swerve was going to be a great father.

“Okay… Can you think of anything else we need to babyproof?” Swerve asked, looking at the new layout of the hab-suite.

“Nope, we crushed it,” You answered happily.

“You hear that, Nova? This is your new home.” Swerve picked up the baby from the sock drawer you were keeping her in until the cot was ready. Upon being disturbed Nova started crying. “Oh no, don’t cry. I’m sorry. (Y/N), what do I do?”

“It’s okay Swerve, just keep calm and rock her gently. She’s probably just over-tired.”

“(Y/N), please take her. I need to see how this works.”

Swerve handed you the baby, watching closely to learn how to handle her.

“Alright, so this is how you calm her,” You said, using the techniques you had picked up on Earth whenever a family member or friend asked you to babysit. Eventually, Nova stopped crying and you smiled, “See, it’s just a matter of practice.”

“Oh… Okay. Yeah, I can do this. Hey, will she be needing her crib now?”

“Yeah, as soon as we can get that and the other stuff, we’ll be all set.”

“Great, then I’ll be just a few minutes. I built them earlier, so it’s just a matter of collection.”

Swerve hurriedly left and you smiled to yourself, “See that, Nova? Your daddy is having a freak out. Come on, we’ll start walking to the labs. By the time we get there on our tiny legs, he should have calmed down.”

Swerve vented air through his system, trying to cool down. He wondered how he could be a good parent if he didn’t even know how to calm his new child down. Primus, he would be terrible at this. How long would it be before you realised that he was no good for you and Nova before you left him? He bet it wouldn’t be long at all. After all, humans were so different than Cybertronians; he couldn’t possibly be any good for a human baby.

Swerve slumped against the lab walls, looking at all he had built for the child. All the designs had come from the Earth’s internet, but he had painted them with things from both your planet and his. Looking at his work, Swerve thought of all the pros and cons of him being the child’s adoptive parent; that imaginary list held a lot of cons.

Eventually, the door swished open and Swerve busied himself, pretending to check over the items.

“Hey sweetie,” You greeted upon entering the room. “How are you doing?”

“Me?” Swerve laughed anxiously, “I’m doing great. Life couldn’t be better. I’m just late back because I was looking at this crib and I was wondering, does it look rickety to you, because to me it looks rickety, so what do you think?”

“I think you’re freaking out.”

Swerve stared at you, ashamed that you had seen right through him. “I’m sorry. I just- I love Nova and I want to be a good parent, but what if I’m not? What if I screw up and she grows up to hate me? I’ve never been a parent and I’m scared. There’s so much that could go wrong.”

“Swerve, it’ okay to be scared. I’m scared too. This is hardly a normal place to raise a child. Anything could happen, but as long as we have each other, I know we’ll do great. All we can do is love Nova and show her that every day. If we do that, we’ll do great. So, do you want to come back to the suite and help set up the nursery?”

Swerve pulled you into a hug, being careful not to disturb Nova. “Let’s take our baby home,” He whispered.

You kissed his cheek, “That’s my Conjunx.”

Cygate

“So, what do you think?” You asked Tailgate and Cyclonus, having explained to them how you had come by a human baby. There was only one acceptable answer from the pair, but you hoped they wouldn’t make you choose between them and your new daughter.

Tailgate’s frame started shaking with excitement, and Cyclonus had to hold him back before he tackled you and the child in a hug.

“Careful,” Cyclonus warned. “The baby is more delicate than even (Y/N).”

Tailgate tried to take the warning into consideration, remembering when you had agreed to a polyamorous relationship with him and Cyclonus; he had hugged you so hard that it broke your arm and three ribs. Although he always tried to be more careful now, he still found it hard to restrain himself sometimes.

“WHAT DO WE THINK?” Tailgate exclaimed. “THIS IS AMAZING. YOU HAVE A SPARKLING- NO, WE HAVE A SPARKLING. Oh, boy, oh boy, oh boy. I can’t wait to teach her to play catch. And we can watch shows together and read to her, and Cyclonus can teach her to sing. WE ARE GONNA BE THE BEST CREATORS IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.”

You had to laugh at Tailgate’s enthusiasm, but you didn’t let it escape your attention that Cyclonus had yet to say how he felt.

“We can keep her, right Cyclonus?” Tailgate asked what you had been too afraid to.

Cyclonus looked at you and Tailgate. You were the only two people he had ever loved in all of his long life, and it had taken a long time for him to open his spark to you and let himself be vulnerable. Did he really have room in his spark for a third person? It seemed that you and Tailgate were full of nothing but love, but Cyclonus knew he wasn’t like that, and knowing so scared him.

He looked at the sleeping child nestled in your arms. She was so tiny. Delicate features graced her face, and such a young being could only be innocent and pure. Cyclonus was neither innocent or pure. He had a dark past which he would always be haunted by. While it was true that you and Tailgate had helped to heal his inner scars, he knew they could so easily be reopened if he wasn’t careful.

Did such a precious child really deserve such a bad role model? Cyclonus wasn’t sure of the answer to that. Perhaps he would be a terrible creator and only serve to dampen the baby’s future, but maybe, just maybe, he could heal even further with her to care for.

Swallowing his fear, Cyclonus looked at you and Tailgate, and with some effort he said, “She needs a name.”

Tailgate punched the air, crushing Cyclonus in a hug afterwards, “YESSS. WHAT ABOUT AUTOCLAVE, OR CAMBER, OOH CHICANE- NO, RUMBLESTRIP.”

“How about a name from Earth?” Cyclonus suggested, looking to you for an answer.

You considered the question for a moment, knowing full well that Cyclonus didn’t want a Cybertronian name that might remind him of his past. “Okay, what about… Penelope?”

“Penelope…” Tailgate sounded out the word in his vocaliser.

“Yeah, she’s blonde like Penelope Pitstop and one day, she’ll be one hell of a driver.”

“I don’t know who this Pitstop person is, but I like the sound of Penelope. What do you think Cyclonus?”

Cyclonus gave a small smile, “I think she’s perfect.”

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[the-odd-job]

Ashes of Icarus chapter 20 - Black Heat of True Love

Warnings: Chose Not to Use Category: Other Fandom: Transformers Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Optimus, Megatron, Ratchet, Ironhide Relationships: Megatron/Sunstreaker, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker Additional Tags: Dubcon, Unplanned Pregnancy, Mechpreg, Sticky Words: 2922

( Previous )

Time’s up.

Sixteen months. Sixteen months since Ratchet discovered the sparkling that was only a little older than that.

Sixteen months since Ratchet made his threat to do what he had to to uncover the little one’s sire.

And the sparkling itself… It was getting big enough for its signature to start to show. It was faint, so, so faint for now, but it was there. If you looked any closer, noticed the anomaly in Sunstreaker’s spark signature and focused on it… It was there. 

Megatron still hadn’t shown up, and Sunstreaker wondered if he was lying when he said he’d let the Autobots know—trying to cow Sunstreaker into doing it himself, into wrecking his whole goddamn life himself. Because now, it was Ratchet’s time that was up. Soon Megatron could do no more damage than what had already been one. 

Couldn’t bring his life into even greater ruins.

Not after the command learned about this.

But still… Sunstreaker hadn’t told Ratchet, and now, as the sparkling was becoming more obvious, he still refused to make the truth any easier to find. He sequestered himself in his and Sideswipe’s quarters whenever he wasn’t on duty, or left the Ark and all of its mecha behind entirely to spend time where there was no one to read spark signatures. He didn’t step a pede in the rec room; Sideswipe brought his ratios to him.

But he still had his duties. Primus, he was terrible company during them, to an extent that mecha started to actively swap their duties with Sideswipe—or with anyone else dumb enough—just so they wouldn’t have to deal with him. That worked in Sunstreaker’s favor when he didn’t have to quite as constantly worry that any moment someone could check the spark signatures around them, and notice there was one more than what there were mecha present—and that the additional one layered on top of Sunstreaker’s signature.

Sixteen months to the day and Ratchet called him into the medbay. Sunstreaker went, reluctantly, because he had a pretty good idea of what this was about… And that his hopes of escaping it were growing slimmer by the minute.

He still didn’t know what the frag would happen to him, or what the frag Ratchet would think once it was confirmed that the sire was Megatron after all. Sunstreaker wasn’t too eager to find out either, but what choice did he have? Just run away right about now? Desert?

Damn if the thought wasn’t starting to look a lot more tempting.

To that end… Him and Sideswipe gathered their few personal possessions and stored them in their subspaces—just in case they’d need to make a hasty exit for their own safety.

For the sparklet’s safety.

But first, Ratchet’s summons. As ever in recent times, it was a tense walk through the Ark, from their quarters to the medbay. The worry that someone would walk by and notice was his constant companion now. 

He’d brought this on himself.

He’d made some ill advised decisions, given in to lust and thrill… And now it was his time to pay for it.

Sideswipe said nothing, became nothing but his steady, constant companion as the medbay doors opened for them. Ratchet was waiting, arms crossed across his chassis, his expression infinitely serious.

Had he found out already?

No, he hadn’t. “Last chance, Sunstreaker,” he said instead, after the doors had closed behind them. “Please tell me who the sire is so that I don’t have to alert the whole command.”

“What does it matter?” Sunstreaker asked, frowning. Glaring. “Scan me,” he continued. “The sparkling’s already noticeable. Everyone’s gonna know soon enough.”

“That you’re carrying, yes,” Ratchet conceded, matching his frown. “But not the identity of the sire, necessarily. If you tell me who they are, I will not be within my rights to tell anyone.

“But if I need to access the spec ops records… I will have to share that information with the command.

“Sunstreaker, please think about this.”

He wanted to. Pits, what did he have to lose at this point? One way or another, Ratchet would learn—but here it was, the smallest of chances that no one but him would need to know the specifics. 

It wasn’t even a real gamble anymore. He could maintain his silence and lose, or he could tell the truth. Maybe it would change nothing—maybe Ratchet would have to disclose that information no matter what he said.

But maybe, just maybe, he could keep it to himself. Tell no one. Leave it between the two-three of them. 

Someone might find out anyway, at some point, but pits… Maybe no one would.

Or was it realistic to even hope for that much? Cliffjumper at least was already suspicious, and would no matter go out of his way to get a sample of Megatron’s spark signature to see if it was a match to the sparkling’s.

And even without that, what about Megatron himself? He wanted something to do with the sparkling—wanted to claim it. He’d already threatened to announce himself as the sire, as much as he hadn’t done it yet. Sunstreaker didn’t doubt that sooner or later the warlord would demand to get his hands on the sparklet, and invoke his rights as the sire to do so. 

But would all of that be easier to weather with Ratchet on their side?

What could he lose by telling the truth, anymore?

Sunstreaker worked his jaw and tried to will himself into saying what he’d kept silent about for nearly a year and a half by now. If anyone deserved to know, it was Ratchet.

If anyone might understand, it was Ratchet.

But before he could get the words out, the alarm sounded. Near everyone was called to the entrance of the Ark, them and Ratchet included. That was… Unusual, to say the least, but Sideswipe shrugged at him.

They’d just have to continue this afterwards, once they could actually talk about it, instead of just… Tossing it out there. He wanted to hear Ratchet’s thoughts and not have to wonder what they were because there was a fragging battle or something between the truth and the aftermath of telling it.

The brothers turned on their heels and set to run down the halls towards the entrance, Ratchet following them at a slightly reduced pace.

Most of the Autobots had already assembled there. Eager fighters as they were, the twins pushed to the front of the group, next to Ironhide–

–Before they actually looked at what the slag was going on.

Sunstreaker wasn’t sure what he was expecting after an alert such as this, but he still froze when he saw Megatron and his… Entourage.

That was all it could be called, because it was nowhere near enough to be any threat to the Autobot forces at their own damn doorstep. There was Astrotrain, Soundwave, a few Seekers. No one else.

It was almost like Megatron hadn’t come here to fight.

“What is the meaning of this, Megatron?” Optimus asked with a booming voice once most of the Autobots had made it to the scene. Ratchet pushed to the front too, standing on Ironhide’s other side. Sideswipe glanced at him.

Ratchet’s expression was… Tense.

But not surprised, confused, or distrustful, like most others’. 

Sunstreaker only had optics for Megatron. If looks could fragging kill, the warlord would be dead ten times over. 

“I came to collect Sunstreaker,” was Megatron’s answer. Frank.

Way too frank.

Murmurs rose among the Autobots and Sunstreaker could feel so many optics on just him, now. 

But he didn’t avert his gaze from Megatron, nor did it turn any less murderous.

So. This was it, now, wasn’t it? Megatron’s ultimatum was here. Neither Sunstreaker nor Ratchet had acted fast enough—if Megatron would have even been satisfied with anything more than a full publication of their affair.

By the end of this, he doubted there would be anyone who didn’t know what he’d done.

“On what grounds, Megatron?” Optimus asked, and pits but he sounded angry. Megatron, meanwhile, only had an air of confidence, the kind someone would wear when they knew they were in the right and would get what they wanted. 

Sunstreaker wasn’t sure Megatron was wrong with that presumption.

And Megatron’s answer to Optimus came like a wrecking ball through all the life Sunstreaker had ever had: “On the grounds that I am the sire of his sparkling.”

If there were optics that hadn’t turned to him yet, they did now.

“I slagging knew it!” Cliffjumper yelled, but most of the other sounds around them were nothing but exclamations of surprise or horror.

Sunstreaker’s armor trembled.

He didn’t avert his gaze from Megatron. The tyrant met it evenly.

Slagger knew exactly what he was doing.

“Is this true?” Optimus’ volume lowered enough that it was clear he was addressing Sunstreaker now…

But he didn’t say anything. He didn’t look away from Megatron, and the only sound he made was the revving of his engine.

Anger. A hell of a lot of it.

“Scan him,” Megatron said after a moment. There were a few seconds of hesitation before Sunstreaker felt many, many scanners sweep over him. He knew what they’d find, and indeed there were gasps, disbelief, as they made out the sparkling, his sparkling… And then other scans that reached past him, to Megatron.

Read his spark signature, compare it to the one existing next to Sunstreaker’s—find a match.  

“Kid…” Ironhide breathed next to him.

Sunstreaker wouldn’t look at him.

He wouldn’t look at any of them as his life crumbled around him, crashed down into rubble and ruins–

–All thanks to what he’d done.

All thanks to what Megatron was doing.

Who could he blame more, himself or the warlord?

“Did you force one of my soldiers?” Optimus asked, and pits, but he was almost growling. So fucking unlike him, so angry on Sunstreaker’s behalf—thinking of the bad option immediately.

And not of the even worse. Because surely Sunstreaker couldn’t have.

Not with Megatron.

But he had.

“Oh, but I didn’t force him, did I, Sunstreaker?” Megatron said, so smug. He was methodically destroying everything—until there would be nothing Sunstreaker could say.

Until he’d have no place to go.

His servos clenched into fists, his engine growled… But what could he do? Megatron only spoke the truth, because the truth was bad enough—worse than any lies could have been. Lies he could have proven long, lies would not have changed a thing.

But he couldn’t deny the truth that could be proven as such. One look into his head, just one look at his memories, and they’d see him spreading his legs and moaning for Megatron’s spike.

They’d see him betraying his side—sleeping with the one mech who was supposed to be his worst enemy. The one who’d brought ruin to Cybertron, ruin upon their species… And now, ruin on Sunstreaker’s life. 

“Sunstreaker,” Optimus said, and from the corner of his vision he could see the Prime look at him, concern, anger, and disbelief on his face. “Is this true?”

He ground his denta together hard enough that his jaw hurt from the tension, and his silence spoke for itself. He didn’t deny it, did he?

But neither did he confirm it, and to Optimus that wasn’t proof enough one way or another. He looked back at Megatron and took a step forward. “Even if that were true,” he started, his voice rising again so everyone could hear him, “you cannot force Sunstreaker to go with you if he doesn’t want to.”

Megatron didn’t have the decency to look so much as annoyed. “It is my sparkling. I have as much rights to it as its carrier.”

Somehow Optimus still managed to keep his voice from falling into a straight up growl. “The carrier should have control over their own life.”

The tyrant then bypassed Optimus entirely, his red, evil optics moving to Sunstreaker. “What do you want to do, Sunstreaker?” he asked, although not for one moment did Sunstreaker fool himself into thinking the bastard gave one flying fuck about what he wanted.

He was just playing games—tearing Sunstreaker’s past life to shreds he’d never be able to put back together.

“You could have gotten rid of it,” Megatron continued, tilting his helm like he was fragging inquisitive. “But you didn’t. You kept it, and told me about it.

“Why is that?”

He didn’t fragging know anymore! He’d known keeping it was a mistake from the beginning, but… Primus, he’d never known why he made that decision.

That decision now landed him here. The Autobots at his back, at his sides, murmured to each other in low voices, trying to make sense of the situation and condemning him and his actions—fragging the enemy, willingly, and keeping the end result when that left him ignited.

Keeping something that was part Megatron, the cruel despot whose actions were straight from a mech’s worst nightmares—that every Autobot was sworn to fight to prevent him from gaining full control over their species.

That Megatron had sired his sparkling, and he’d kept it. It was growing within his spark chamber even as they spoke, the evil seed of one of the most vile mechs in Cybertron’s history. 

How could he just stand there and let it live in him?

“Come here, Sunstreaker,” Megatron said then, his voice firm. Sunstreaker sneered. Slag Megatron if he thought he could just order him around!

But the tyrant continued, “You have no future among them, and you know it.”

And… He couldn’t really argue with that.

Optimus could, though. “Megatron! I cannot permit you to walk here and… Threaten one of my soldiers–”

“I’ve only spoken the truth, Prime–”

“–It is Sunstreaker’s decision to make, you cannot–”

Sunstreaker tuned their argument out. Was it his decision? 

Maybe on the surface. He’d be the one to make his own frame move.

But did he have options? That was a different question entirely. Could he stay with the Autobots? After this? His reputation and his name were branded for good, and no one would forget Sunstreaker had borne the bastard child of Megatron. He was an outcast to begin with, never quite fitting in—never even really trying to. He wasn’t like most other Autobots, not with his background, not with his upbringing. The rift was great to begin with, and this… This would only turn it into an impassable canyon.  

Megatron was right, he had no future among the Autobots.

What, then, could he do? Could he go his own way? Go Neutral?  

Wasn’t the answer to that a resounding no? What would make anyone think Megatron would let him while he was still carrying his sparkling? While Megatron was here, claiming the sparklet he was carrying, demanding that he go to his side?

What did that leave him with? 

He’d never been a victim, and he wasn’t about to start now.

Without a single glance back or off to the sides, with optics for no one but Megatron, Sunstreaker stepped from the Autobot ranks. One step. Ironhide made an alarmed sound. He could barely feel the weapons specialist’s digits brush against his arm.

Two steps, staring the tyrant in the fucking optic.

Three steps. Steady, steady steps. Not once did he falter, not once did he hesitate as Megatron’s face drew into a victorious smile. 

“See, Optimus?” Megatron yet antagonized his greatest enemy, gesturing at Sunstreaker. “He made the decision all on his own.”

What else could he do?

What kind of decision was this?

“Sunstreaker!” Optimus called after him, “You don’t need to do this.”

“Oh, but I do,” he hissed, just loud enough to carry to everyone’s audials.

Sunstreaker spun around on his heel, taking steps backwards—never once halting in his retreat from the Autobots. “I spread my legs to your nemesis, Optimus,” he said, loud and clear. “I let him ‘face me into the fragging dirt. I got ignited, although that much was an accident, but I didn’t tell anyone. I lied about it to everyone—I lied to your face. I lied to Ratchet.

“I lied to the bitter end, Prime.” He could feel Megatron’s field at his back, thick, oily, triumphant, welcoming. Sunstreaker spread his arms as he took that last step to his lover’s side. “Would you accept someone like me?”

“Sunstreaker–” Optimus tried.

Megatron’s heavy servo landed on his shoulder and Sunstreaker cut his former leader off. “I was never yours to save, Optimus.”

It was never more than a mistake.

Sideswipe hadn’t moved yet, but now he did—only to be stopped by Ironhide, grabbing a hold of his arm. “Sideswipe…”

There was only one way this could go.

They were twins.  

Sideswipe didn’t meet Ironhide’s optics when he yanked himself free from the old mech’s hold. “I can’t leave him.”

With that Sideswipe ran the distance between the two sides of the war, coming to a stop by Sunstreaker’s side. He stole a few glances at Megatron, but the tyrant was smiling at Optimus. “Now that I have what I came here for… Thank you for your hospitality, Optimus.”

He turned to the brothers and nodded towards Astrotrain, who transformed into a shuttle at the cue. “Get on Astrotrain. He’ll fly you.”

Sideswipe nodded and turned to leave, as did Sunstreaker—but not without one more fleeting glance towards his former faction. 

Oh, how many shocked faces and betrayed optics they were leaving behind.

But he walked out of there with his helm held high.

[amegatronfan]

Jame Roberts’ Instagram Q&A -November ‘18

Right. 

So.

- Back in MTMTE #15, when the original Rewind got locked in the Slow Cell with Overlord, he suddenly learned how to shrink while he transformed. This was not an ability he previously had, as shown in, for example, MTMTE #2, when Tailgate sees Rewind for the first time (before Swerve introduces him to CDRW) and remarks that he can see a “giant memory stick” in the distance. However, the fear that Rewind felt in that moment triggered his ability to shrink to the size we see him in, like, LL #25, for example. This helps him survive both Overlord and the shots fired off by Chromedome, and so he, along with Overlord, is recovered by the Galatic Council. Overlord is seen as too dangerous, so Rewind is chosen as the guinea pig for an experiment the Galatic Council are trialling; an experiment that would allow them to “punch holes” into alternate universes. Since they want to use Rewind as a weapon against the Black Block Consortia (and other enemies of the council, such as other Cybertronians), the technology is built into a suit of armour meant to resemble Primus (this suit of armour was built in the same vein as the Magnus armour, in that it made so that a small robo could pretend to be this big, famous robo and not, like, the sentai suit dealio I had originally envisioned when JRo was describing this. this was done because they rightly assumed that seeing Primus land in the middle of a battlefield would scare the royal shit out of everybody, most especially other Cybertronians, who have the cultural context to know who the fuck he is.) 

So, then, it worked, and Rewind made it into the past?? of another dimension (that wasn’t the Functionist universe), but then it malfunctioned and he got trapped there. He had fight his way back to the original universe by travelling through a bunch of other alternative universes (there would have been an interlude during the Mutineers Trilogy where we saw Rewind 1 travelling through the Marvel 2006 universe). At first, he was travelling back to the OG universe was so he could be reunited with his conjux (he met other Chromedome's along the way, but he wanted to find his Chromedome), but as he was travelling, he discovered Chromedome’s secret; that he had helped in the cover-up of Dominus’ murder, and so it became more complicated (he kinda wanted to avenge Dominus.) This would’ve all culminated in an issue where Rewind 1 finally made it back the original universe. As has been previously established, only one Rewind can exist at the one time, so Chromedome would've had to decide which Rewind would be cancelled out, all while Rewind 2 (and by extension, the audience) would’ve learned from Rewind 1 what Chromedome did to Dominus, which would’ve complicated things even further.

JRo came up with this idea before he began writing MTMTE, but by the end of season one, he was starting to become uncertain about this particular storyline, as Rewind, Chromedome and their relationship began to develop. Having Chromedome do this to Rewind started to feel wrong. After talking to his editor at the time (Carlos, I believe?), he decided to leave in the scene with Chromedome and Prowl, where Prowl threatened blackmail and Chromedome used Shadowplay to erase the blackmail from his memory, just in case he still wanted to go through with it. However, by the time it came to the final stretch of issues, he already so many other plot points to introduce, explain and tie up, he didn’t have time to do all three for Rewind 2 and his ultra-complicated, high concept adventures, and deal with the complications it brought with it to the cast, so he was forced to drop it.

So, with that out of the way, here are the more breezy answers:

- Megatron didn’t have a mentor who taught him medicine in the Warren, he taught himself everything he knows about treating people because he’s “the most ferocious autodidact.” (i stan a legend)

- Ratchet would still be the better medic though

- Megatron specialised in neurology

- Flame survived the events of LL #24

- The only reason Functionist Universe! Orion and Terminus were killed was because of time restraints 

- Making Drift and Ratchet’s relationship a romantic one started feeling right around their return in the Remain in the Light arc, but JRo didn’t really decide that they were definitely conjux endura until he began writing LL #25 

- Rewind’s colour changing pants are now (dubiously) canon (”Chromedome is fascinated; he might be an outlier.”)

- Admitted a couple of times, once again, that he wished he hadn’t killed Trailcutter 

- If a Cybertronian is gifted a vial of innermost energon and survives whatever near-fatal injury or illness they had, they have the option to either keep it, as a reminder of the love they and the donor share, or they can regift the donor’s innermost energon to them. If they do indeed die, the most common practice is to donate the innermost energon (as Ratchet did posthumously in #25)

- “Sorry, I’ve seen ‘Chromedome is a bottom’ on the screen and that’s thrown me.”

- When asked if he’d change anything if given the opportunity to rewrite the series, he admitted that there were “a bunch of things”, which included:

    * Spacing out events more, most especially near the beginning of MTMTE,            where so much was happening that it all felt “a bit busy”, and the Crucible           arc

    * Writing more stories about the tertiary cast (eg. Spotlight: Hoist) to really            sell the fact that this was a ship with 200 mechs on board (the main cast            would still have had their own quirky adventures going on in the                          background)

                * An example of such a story would’ve been having an issue focusing                    on the writer behind the Lost Light Insider

    * More stories with the Mutineer’s

    * Give the Scavengers an entire tradeback to themselves in Season 3,                  encompassing an entire arc he’d had planned for them

     * He wouldn’t have “decapitated Red Alert like that” 

     * Having the charisma parasites being followed up by Swearth “didn’t do              him any favours as they were three very high concept issues one after the          other”

      * Would’ve seeded more mentions of the Guiding Hand in MTMTE (though             not in Lost Light, which had enough, he felt)

      * More Star Saber (longer fights with different characters)

      * Way more Roller!

      * Show Cyclonus’ recovery from his injuries in #47 more as more of a slow,          arduous process instead of an “Oh, he’s fine now” dealio

      * Would’ve liked to pull off the Troja Major two-parter better

- [SPOILERS FOR IDW’S UNICRON SERIES]

When asked who’s death Megatron would be most cut-up about, Optimus, Soundwave or Starscream, JRo said he’d take Stasrcream’s the worst, as the two had “unfinished business” (the new Pacifist Megatron wanted to reconcile with Starscream). Though Soundwave was listed last on the “who'd Megatron would mourn the most” list, he also said that he’d be “proud of what Soundwave did”

- On a more lighthearted note, he said that Stan Bushs’ Dare was playing in Rodimus’ head during his “Til All Are One!” montage in the 2012 annual

- Cyclonus is, unfortunately, no longer rich, because much of his wealth came from Tetrahexian real estate (as stated in the prose story Signal to Noise, packaged in Volume 4 of MTMTE), and the value kinda dropped after Unicron, you know, destroyed the whole planet (though he also said it’s more than likely he and Tailgate invested in real estate on New Cybertron)

- Said that if Rodimus and Drift had been amica endura “no one would’ve batted an eye,” (and that they would’ve completed the ceremony off-screen)

- Rodimus was originally going to sacrifice himself in Crucible to stop the Omega Guardians from using the Warren to enter our universe and take it over. (”Even saying that is making me yawn”) Everyone would’ve thought Rodimus was already dead, and as such, another, unnamed character would’ve gotten credit for his sacrifice. Rodimus would’ve known this, and sacrificed himself anyway.

- “You’re all [unapologetic] shippers and I salute you.”

- As he stated on Twitter before, he’d have liked to include a scene between Cyclonus and Drift, where Drift proclaims his new respect for Cyc after seeing his Great Sword. This scene would’ve happened around the Remain in the Light arc. 

- “Are you guys still talking about Chromedome being a bottom? Oh my god.”

- In a fight between Drift and Cyclonus, Cyclonus would win.

- When asked who he’d ship Rodimus with, he said that Rodimus was an interesting case, as he’d actually be quite well-versed in the area of romance, unlike the rest of the cast, and that he “wouldn’t pine for people.” In the end, he ended up choosing Roller.

- Getaway didn’t make up the Conjux rites; they’re real 

- Rodimus’ flame abilities are not an outlier ability, but an upgrade he got along the way (he compared it to getting a really excessive tattoo). The ability is really painful and uses up a lot of Roddy’s energy.

- When asked what he hoped from the next continuity, he said that he wanted it to continue to be inclusive “in every sense of the word”, specifically pointing out the LGBTQIA+ representation as something he wanted to see continued. 

- “Yeah, Springer’s pretty hot.”

- First Aid has a crush on crush on Springer (as does JRo)

- Cyclonus is legitimately a great singer. It’s that his abilities are more of the operatic kind, meaning “he is not always appreciated by the uncultured”

- “[A fan] says that Lost Light is a love letter to fan fiction, which it absolutely is”

- When a fan asked why (to paraphrase) Roller was just so dang hot, JRo said that “Roller just has that effect on people thanks to Jack’s lascivious designs” (and before you go off and google it, lascivious is defined as “feeling or revealing an overt sexual interest or desire”)

- Drift’s wealth was made through bounty hunting

- Brainstorm and Chromedome might have been amica endura, but that Chromedome felt “burnt out” from his various failed relationships, both platonic and romantic. 

- No one even has a “Rung-shaped gap” in their memory after LL #24. They honestly can’t remember where the various matrixes came from, as is the case with all the things Rung was responsible for. They all blame it on memory creep and have each come up with their own contradictory explanations as to how and why these things happened. 

- When asked if Swerve liked The Big Bang Theory, JRo replied with a swift “No, he has a brain”

- Instead, he said Community was Swerve’s favourite show

- Cybertronian weddings are “very long”

- There was a lot singing at Cyclonus and Tailgate’s wedding

- Brainstorm and Perceptor’s wedding, meanwhile, “would be very complicated” because “they’d be trying to outdo each other in subtle ways”. It would “make for a good sitcom episode.”

- Roddy’s favourite meme is “the butterfly one”

- Rung’s favourite meme is “the woman looking confused with algebra in front of her face”

- Swerve is over memes

- “[Drift’s thighs] are certainly impressive”

- Swerve is “destined to have many friends”

- Whirl and Cyclonus most certainly became amica endura after LL #25

- Swerve got Misfire’s number in the end

- Though he said many times in the lead up the end of this continuity that this was his last time writing for Transformers, he said he would like to write a 12 issue series centred around a character he didn’t name, and then later admitted that he wanted to try to convince IDW to let him write another series. He also said that is there was ever a Grand Collecter’s edition of the series (that collected all the issues, prose stories, additional stories from other series etc into one or two hardback editions, for example), he’d write an additional prose story to make it worth people’s money

- Hoist confirmed the Lost Light’s resident furry

- “Tailgate is the cutest? Yes, he’s a little marshmallow.”

-  In his final days, before his execution, Minimus would’ve taken his poetry to Megatron so that he could read it (he would’ve also read Minimus’ poetry on the Alt! Lost Light, though assumedly under far less tragic circumstances)

- Getaway was considered the hottest mech on all of the Lost Light, with Skids as a close second. Together, they were “a hot duo.”

- Functionist Universe! Anode was a brilliant war general 

- Nickel had a girlfriend before her homeworld was destroyed 

- Rung can’t dance (we been knew)

- Crankcase and Con4Eva did hook up in the original universe

- “Does Rung know we love him? No - he’s very lonely” 

- No one in the cast likes all of the Shrek movies, but all of them like the first one.

- Chromedome and Brainstorm met each other the New Institute (which was my question answered :D) 

- Roddy would eat Doritos if he could 

- Not a single Transformer (in the IDW-verse) would like Trump

- The worst film that Roddy likes is Caddy Shack 

- Terminus would’ve never admitted that he was lying to Megatron

- Unfortunately, the song Boogie Wonderland by Earth, Wind & Fire never made it to the Lost Light

- “Who would make the best romantic partner? Depends on your taste.”

- JRo’s favourite superhero is Spiderman, his favourite TF toys as a kid were Hot Rod & Sandstorm and Nautica is his favourite character (from MTMTE/LL)

- Megatron, does indeed, both give the best hugs and deserves hugs! 

- “You’re a tactile, compassionate, thirsty bunch, aren’t you?”

- Tailgate, Swerve and Rewind would all play Fortnite

- Drift and Ratchet would’ve opened a “clinic” together (the question asker was unintentionally vague, so JRo was intentionally vague with his answer)

- Drift thinks that Ratchet was the one who made the first move, while Ratchet thinks Drift was 

- Ratchet and Drift would’ve been together for “decades and decades” before Ratchet died

- While Nautica/Skids still isn’t canon, he did confirm that Skids’ feelings for Nautica were romantic in nature 

- While Jack Lawrence bases many of the characters’ mannerisms on his own, he bases Rung’s mannerisms off of JRo’s, which doesn’t help his “anti-mary-sue argument.”

- I can’t remember the exact quote, but when asked what it’d be like to have Whirl as a roommate, he said something along the lines of “you’d have a crush on him even though you’d hate him.”

- In case it wasn’t clear enough in the text itself, Whirl rejected Ratchet’s hands because of a shift in how he saw his own disability. He no longer saw it, and by extension, himself, as a “deficiency” that needed to be “fixed”

- JRo pronounces “Omega” as “Oh-me-gah”. This is important information to include. 

And then the livestream ended with JRo saying we all “need a cold shower” after all this “fervent shipping” and went off to finish his half a pint of Corona. (what a legend)

Feel free to add in any answers or details I missed.

[verdigrisprowl]

July 9 Dancitron Movie Night - Enchanted

Prowl stood against a wall the entire movie.

And had a tense conversation with Soundwave.

Today ItsyBitsySpyers 7:45 pm *Soundwave promised another safe movie, and by Primus, he will see that it happens. As used to having the couch to himself as he now is, he just lays across it, spines withdrawn to keep from bending them, and settles in to wait.* Windchill 7:49 pm *He's...here...and he has...worm..* Specs 7:49 pm *incoming dragon! she also has worms, although they're energon gummi worms. today seems to be a day for energon gummies, honestly. she'll put them where they're supposed to go.* Hello, Soundwave! ItsyBitsySpyers 7:50 pm *Soundwave waves a feeler at Windchill and his worm, and then at the dragon and her worms.* Windchill 7:51 pm *He's gonna sit down with worm sat in his lap.* Hi suckers. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:53 pm [[Greetings.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm ((starting in 15)) Smokescreen 7:55 pm /He's coming in and is immediately singing along enthusiastically!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 7:55 pm [[Ah. Familiar with this, are you.]] Smokescreen 7:56 pm /Nodding, still singing! He's seen pretty much every Disney film!/ Blaster 7:56 pm -trots in after Smokescreen- ItsyBitsySpyers 7:56 pm *The feeler waves to Blaster as well while Soundwave records Smokescreen.* Prowl 7:56 pm *arrives* Blaster 7:57 pm -waves back, before going to sit- Smokescreen 7:59 pm /He's probably destined to sing until the movie begins/ ItsyBitsySpyers 7:59 pm ((whoops))??*He's content to record the whole time. It seems to be a quiet night.* Specs 8:00 pm ((yesterday was my last day of antibiotics! I am free!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm ((YAAAAY)) Blaster 8:00 pm ((whoo! Smokescreen 8:01 pm ((NICE! <3)) Sounds, Sounds, are we doing a Disney movie tonight? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:01 pm [[We are.]] Smokescreen 8:01 pm ... Why is Thumbelina in this list Windchill 8:01 pm *Oh no.* Prowl 8:01 pm What list is it? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:02 pm [[Disney princesses singing.]] Smokescreen 8:02 pm Disney movies. But Thumbelina isn't Disney. /More singing from Smokey!/ Windchill 8:02 pm *He'll be quiet, or else Blue will murder him. Probably.* *This is hard.* Blaster 8:02 pm -just...going to sit and fold his legs under himself- Prowl 8:03 pm Who's singing? We've heard them before. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm [[He believes this princess is named Mulan.]] [[She is the one who saved her land from an invading force.]] Smokescreen 8:04 pm OH THIS ONE Blaster 8:04 pm Mood? Oh, like a romantic one? Windchill 8:04 pm *Appears to swell up like a blister.* Prowl 8:04 pm How does the whole new world song play into fighting off invading forces? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:04 pm [[It would seem so.]]??[[...What do you mean, the whole new world song? That is a different film.]] Smokescreen 8:04 pm That's a different movie! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:04 pm ((oh my god did rabbit remove the ability to do line breaks)) Specs 8:05 pm ((test?test)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm [[Windchill, are you all right?]] Specs 8:05 pm ((shit, it did)) Windchill 8:05 pm ((Let's test))?(Test)) Prowl 8:05 pm It's the same person. She sounds like--like someone. Windchill 8:05 pm (( Nope it just inserts a question mark)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm ((rabbit of all the stupid updates this is your worst yet)) Smokescreen 8:05 pm ((rabbit why do you make these changes)) Blaster 8:05 pm ((ew ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm [[Like someone? Who?]] Blaster 8:06 pm They....went all out didn't they? Windchill 8:06 pm You gotta kiss the Whirl ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm [[In their defense, it is important.]] //I DON'T NEITHER.// Smokescreen 8:06 pm That's what you do when you want bots to kiss! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm [[What are you doing down here?]] Blaster 8:06 pm What? Why? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm //...'S a movie. 'N my night off.// Prowl 8:06 pm ...it doesn't matter that much. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm *Turns his head to stare at Prowl a moment. Hmm.* Smokescreen 8:07 pm sounds sounds sounds can we do Be Our Guest next? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm [[Fine.]] Windchill 8:08 pm *Deflates safely.* Smokescreen 8:09 pm Thank you Sounds! I could hug you! Blaster 8:09 pm So, these are Disney? Windchill 8:09 pm *Be Our Guest is annoying and it's easy to resist that one.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm [[Yes. Smokescreen could probably tell you more.]] Smokescreen 8:09 pm /Singinggg along/ Prowl 8:09 pm *somehow very aware that she's gotten Soundwave's attention since this isn't the first time she's gotten worked up over that singer* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm This message has been removed. Blaster 8:09 pm ......... Um.... Windchill 8:12 pm That's...a lot of cursed plate people. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm ((WARNINGS: Singing woodland animals, gross bodily fluids, jokes in bad taste, insects and other vermin, Giselle doing or saying things in ignorance, animal mistreatment, death, bad family dynamics, and i didn't finish but i'm pretty sure there's nothing much worse)) Smokescreen 8:12 pm Beast ruined a bunch of people's lives, you know? Windchill 8:12 pm Ehhhhhh. Smokescreen 8:12 pm I mean, can you imagine how much it would suck to be a plate for ten years? Blaster 8:13 pm I like being mobile, thanks Windchill 8:13 pm Something could be said for enchantresses who wander around looking for young humans to curse, but sure. Smokescreen 8:13 pm Especially if the jerk that caused it just eats off you ... That's pretty weird, too VProwl 8:13 pm *appears barely in time for the movie* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm *Rumble plops himself down where Swoop usually sits, back up against a chair.* Windchill 8:14 pm These animals are going to be annoying, aren't they? Smokescreen 8:14 pm /He's sitting by the drinks, waiting to see where Prowl's going to sit./ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm [[Annoying is a matter of perspective.]] Smokescreen 8:14 pm ... You can kiss without lips Prowl 8:14 pm *Prowl's going to sit at her usual table* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm [[Indeed.]] Windchill 8:15 pm I kiss people without lips all the time. VProwl 8:15 pm *... is hovering near the wall waiting to see where everyone's sitting* *continues hovering* Smokescreen 8:15 pm I don't have lips and I kiss all the time! Blaster 8:15 pm ............. -concern- Windchill 8:16 pm CRAB. Smokescreen 8:16 pm crab lips! Can you imagine: Prince Crab Lips? Windchill 8:16 pm I'd do it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm [[He is given to understand that doing anything with a crab is a painful endeavor.]] Smokescreen 8:17 pm ... Sounds what did you do with a crab? Windchill 8:17 pm I don't think it's that bad. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm [[Nothing. He heard about it.]] Blaster 8:17 pm I'm...what...is this? Windchill 8:17 pm Whirl's kind of a crab. I lived. I like the horse. Smokescreen 8:17 pm /He's glancing in Boxy Prowl's direction for a moment, to see if he's going to sit with Sounds. Is he gonna be sitting with Sounds again?/ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm [[It is a movie, Blaster. What does it look like?]] Ratchet 8:17 pm What did that troll ever do. It seems like a perfectly nice person. .... oh. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm [[He is clearly a homewrecker.]] Windchill 8:18 pm Well then. VProwl too. VProwl 8:18 pm *well, he's still hovering near the wall, so* Windchill 8:19 pm She was NOT that heavy. Smokescreen 8:19 pm /... Are they still waiting for the other bot to sit down?/ Blaster 8:19 pm I know it's a movie, I'm just It's... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm [[Hm. Moving a bit quickly, these two.]] Windchill 8:19 pm Only a little faster than I did. It's not that bad. Blaster 8:20 pm What Ratchet 8:20 pm They haven't even kissed yet. Smokescreen 8:20 pm Haha- I kinda envy 'em! It took me months to realize my mate liked me. Windchill 8:20 pm *points* More horses. I like white ones especially. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm *Spots Prowl hovering. Sends a greeting ping and returns his attention to the screen.* VProwl 8:21 pm *... ping.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm [[Why those?]] Windchill 8:22 pm Because white is a cool colour. I like black ones too. Smokescreen 8:22 pm well it was nice knowing her Windchill 8:22 pm Her waist is intense. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm [[Well. THIS is going to be a short movie.]] Smokescreen 8:22 pm ... the queen could've just let her hit the bottom of the well and it would've worked just fine and then said that she left the other guy at the altar Windchill 8:22 pm ...Mosquitoes? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm *Sits up a little.* [[...Fascinating.]] Blaster 8:23 pm .......what Smokescreen 8:23 pm She went to another universe! I'm guessing VProwl 8:23 pm A space bridge. Windchill 8:23 pm Pretty commonplace, really. Blaster 8:23 pm That's worrying Windchill 8:23 pm But clearly she's not used to it. Smokescreen 8:23 pm horizontal space bridges suck, also Smokescreen 8:24 pm ... AOL? Windchill 8:24 pm I like her sleeves. They're really big. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm [[Too big.]] *Amused huff.* Smokescreen 8:24 pm optimus no Windchill 8:24 pm *Puffs up* Exactly. Ehehehe. *Blinks* Smokescreen 8:25 pm ... Pff Omicron 8:25 pm ((-waves-)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm [[This is an excellent depiction of what it feels like to cross timelines for the first time.]] Windchill 8:26 pm And every time after. Or maybe that's just me. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm [[Only when it comes to the boxyverse.]] *Another huff.* Omicron 8:26 pm *Soundwave gets a Ping from Dreaded Wings* Windchill 8:26 pm *Snorts.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *Sits up. Oh? He answers it.*??@DW: (txt): Greetings. Windchill 8:27 pm I hope her makeup is waterproof. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm @P: [[...Would you like to sit? He can move to the far end of the couch if you do not want to be close.]] Omicron 8:27 pm {@S: Patching Captain through} Windchill 8:27 pm Wow. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm @DW: (txt): Acknowledged. Waiting. Smokescreen 8:28 pm ... Bots that call themselves rational aren't usually all that rational Windchill 8:28 pm Eheheh. VProwl 8:28 pm @S «No. I'm waiting.» Windchill 8:28 pm This is sometimes true. She's gonna die. Possibly of radiation. But definitely gonna die. That's what I'm getting from that. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm *Oh. Well, in that case he'll go back to resting on the couch. Dreaded Wings needs his attention anyway.* Omicron 8:29 pm {@S: Soundwave...this is Ice Queen. I understand you may know where one of my hatchlings?} Smokescreen 8:30 pm ... /Awkwardly pinging Soundwave/ Windchill 8:30 pm ...That's the least glittery casino I've ever seen. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm @DW: (txt): Affirmative. Current medical status, Ice Queen's? @SS: [[What?]] Windchill 8:31 pm I'm going to say she's just...really disoriented and not so dumb that she can't tell that's clearly not a real castle. *He's prepared to be disappointed though.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm [[Perhaps depth perception takes a while to kick in with their space bridging methods.]] Windchill 8:32 pm Possible. Omicron 8:32 pm {@S: Cured, recovering from a few days worth of napping. May I come?} Blaster 8:33 pm .............I'm.......just gonna...uh... Windchill 8:33 pm Ehehehe. I knew she made those sleeves herself. They're too big for anyone else to be responsible for it. Blaster 8:34 pm -brings up data-pad to hide behind- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm @DW: (txt): Permitted with caution. Requirement: official medical recovery documentation, cleanliness scan upon arrival. Smokescreen 8:34 pm @Soundwave: ::Are you and Prowl doing okay? Like- are you two gonna be together? I brought the covenant, and we can read together if he's still mad at you- but I hope everything's fine with you..:: Windchill 8:34 pm I can't wait to disappoint my children. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm *Soundwave buzzes Frenzy to come down to take care of that second part, should Ice Queen agree.* Windchill 8:35 pm *For now, Blue sits fatly in his lap and does not know the meaning of disappointment. For now.* Prowl 8:35 pm @Blaster: Are you all right? VProwl 8:35 pm ((cmon dude at least say you're canceling the order before you hang up)) ((be polite)) Windchill 8:35 pm Oh no. Nice landing. *He's cackling.* Oh thank god. Omicron 8:36 pm {@S: I can do that.... my medic says she'll put a tag on my horns if she has to } Smokescreen 8:36 pm ... phpfff VProwl 8:37 pm *okay. apparently he lives here now. he leans on the wall.* Blaster 8:37 pm Fine, just gonna die of second-hand embarrassment Windchill 8:37 pm Looks like my house when I come home. *Frowns.* 'Cept I gotta clean it all by myself. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm @SS: [[He does not care to talk about that.]] *Mostly because he doesn't really know. And it takes him a while, because Smokescreen offered the Covenant again, but... to be honest, he doesn't want pity company today. Not even if it comes with something as intriguing as that. It makes him feel... pathetic, somehow.* [[He is fine today. But it would be - pleasing, if he could read it with you another time, and not simply because Prowl might be mad at him.]] Prowl 8:38 pm Understandable. Windchill 8:38 pm No amount of singing on my part will summon woodland creatures. They'd just be eaten anyway. Tarantulas 8:38 pm (( ratty bbs <3 ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm @DW: (txt): Horn tags: unnecessary. Simple file: acceptable. Approach when desired. *SCOOTS BACK* Smokescreen 8:38 pm Soundwave! It's you! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[Ha. Ha. Ha.]] Smokescreen 8:39 pm @Soundwave: ::I'd be up to read it with you later, too. I don't mean for it to be pity company, though. I really like being with you, too. I just usually don't get the chance!:: Windchill 8:39 pm Wait. How does she know what that is? Smokescreen 8:39 pm Oh man, do you really wanna know? Windchill 8:40 pm I've never seen a vacuum in a fantasy movie, I don't think they have them. Omicron 8:40 pm {@S: I can bridge in outside if that helps} ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm *Soundwave slides back to his previous position on his couch and tries not to be too horrified. These are... they're useful insects. Devoted vermin.* Windchill 8:40 pm Oh NO. VProwl 8:40 pm ... @S «Is that how you give them orders.» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm @SS: [[...Thank you. Another time, then.]] Windchill 8:41 pm *Cackles some more.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm *Oh Primus, swallow him alive now please.* Smokescreen 8:41 pm ... oh gosh that would be so terrifying)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm @P: [[No. No it is not. He does not sing.]] Blaster 8:41 pm -face in data-pad now- VProwl 8:41 pm @S «You could play remixes for your loyal subjects.» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm @DW: (txt): Affirmative. Windchill 8:41 pm These poor people probably think they're in a horror movie. I'm not sure that they'd be wrong. Uh oh. Smokescreen 8:42 pm oh no ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm *Soundwave twists to look at Prowl. Really? Really?* @P: [[He will - take that into consideration.]] VProwl 8:43 pm *... humor ping.* Smokescreen 8:43 pm ... Oh. Omicron 8:43 pm *bridge comes in the back, big predacon comes through....bad bridge placement though, she runs into a wall and grunts* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm *...Oh. OH. He'll think about that for a moment before sending a humor ping back. All right. He sees the joke in it.* Windchill 8:44 pm I mean...I'd at least let the guy explain if I cared about that. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm *Soundwave feels the vibrations of a Predacon thumping into the back wall and startles slightly. He motions for Frenzy to head outside and in back of the building to go scan. It won't be long before she's cleared.* Prowl 8:45 pm *stiffens slightly in her chair at the sudden arrival outside* What was that? Windchill 8:45 pm The sleeves are not as big on that dress...I'm disappointed. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm [[There is nothing wrong with serenading a loved one. And that was a Predacon.]] Smokescreen 8:46 pm Serenading loved ones is the best! Prowl 8:46 pm ...One of ours? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm [[Hmm. The Queen may be evil, but he appreciates her design choices.]] Windchill 8:46 pm I usually get funny looks when I serenade people. Smokescreen 8:46 pm ... That's the ant bot from the animal universe has he just been running around like that ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm [[No. Ice Queen. She claims to have recovered. Frenzy is scanning her. She was instructed to bring paperwork proving it as well.]] Windchill 8:47 pm People almost died. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm [[Why did people nearly die?]] Omicron 8:47 pm *Icy shakes herself and looks around...where is she? ...oh Dreaded Wings must have sent her outside the club anyways* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm *Points at the Chicago advertisement.* [[We watched that.]] Windchill 8:47 pm We did. Smokescreen 8:47 pm Wait, we did? Windchill 8:48 pm We were appalled. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm [[...Mostly.]] @P: [[...He is not a Disney princess, if that is your next question.]] *Another humor ping.* Windchill 8:49 pm ....Why? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm [[How else do you expect her to be able to speak with the fish?]] VProwl 8:49 pm @S «I wouldn't go THAT far.» Windchill 8:49 pm I don't put people in my mouth to talk to them. Blaster 8:49 pm This movie is insane ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm [[He sees nothing wrong with the movie.]] Smokescreen 8:50 pm But now that stew is poisoned too Specs 8:50 pm ((Fear.Jpg)) Smokescreen 8:50 pm you're gonna have to toss it out /Smokescreen's going over and is finally sitting next to Round Prowl!/ Windchill 8:50 pm Then everyone...DIED. Prowl 8:51 pm *ah yes all right then* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm [[Ah, charades.]] [[A favorite game.]] VProwl 8:52 pm ((is that frank welker)) Smokescreen 8:52 pm ((i wouldn't be surprised Omicron 8:52 pm ((is rumble outside or want icy to wait? *not sure if she missed a post*)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm ((no, but when he's talking in andalasia it IS tfa prowl)) VProwl 8:52 pm ((omg)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm ((icy is clear whenever you like, i already noted it wouldn't take long for frenzy to pass her 😄 )) ((rabbit, give me the smiley i put in that)) [[Oh. This will be messy.]] Smokescreen 8:53 pm ... primus Omicron 8:54 pm ((cool )) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm [[She is so very... hm.]] Prowl 8:55 pm Naive. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[Bubbly? Perky?... Yes. That one's better. Naive.]] Blaster 8:56 pm The prince isn't the brightest....is he? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm *Oh. Sympathetic spark tugs he'd rather not acknowledge.* [[The prince is a blithering idiot.]] Windchill 8:57 pm This is true. *Snickers.* It happens, okay. Smokescreen 8:57 pm ... who is that Blaster 8:57 pm Yeah. I'll agree with that Windchill 8:57 pm Is that a lobster? Omicron 8:58 pm *Icy comes around to the front door, thinks its more polite that way* Smokescreen 8:59 pm I wanna go to a museum Windchill 8:59 pm A museum would be cool. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm @P: [[...Would he be correct in assuming that you would find a mech like her absolutely horrifying.]] VProwl 8:59 pm @S «Yes, I do.» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm @P: [[Then he apologizes. It was not his intent to show a horror movie this week.]] Windchill 8:59 pm I feel a song coming on. VProwl 9:00 pm *snort* Windchill 9:00 pm Brace yourselves. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm *Sits up a little again.* Prowl 9:00 pm *huffs* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm [[Oh, don't interrupt her. It sounded-- ah.]] Windchill 9:00 pm *Bluebottle makes a face.* Blaster 9:00 pm ...... Smokescreen 9:00 pm Can you imagine? Like, an actual museum on Cybertron? Like, you could go around and see art or something? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm *...Feeler might be waving a little bit.* Smokescreen 9:00 pm /He's singing along/ VProwl 9:01 pm *openly grimacing in disgust at this point.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm [[What were they doing with all the flowers...?]] Windchill 9:01 pm A mystery. Smokescreen 9:01 pm /Smokescreen's loving this part honestly./ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Somehow he isn't surprised.* Blaster 9:01 pm -okay, he's snickering now- Omicron 9:01 pm *paaaauuses, staring at the singing* VProwl 9:02 pm @S «You're sure you're not a "Disney princess"?» ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm *...Maybe it will make what he did look better by comparison. He didn't lead the whole of Iacon in dancing and singing.* *HUFF* Specs 9:02 pm *IT'S ICY!!!!! Have a dragonhat, Icy!* Hello! Prowl 9:02 pm She's having an effect on the people around her. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm [[Greetings, Ice Queen.]] Smokescreen 9:02 pm /Waving at Icy!/ Blaster 9:02 pm -okay, he's laughing now- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm @P: [[The only thing his singing would accomplish would be chasing the entire parkful of humans away.]] @P: [[...And he was not /that/ idiotic.]] Blaster 9:03 pm So, human outlier? VProwl 9:03 pm @S «I don't know. Trapping an unwilling participant in the middle of a city-wide public demonstration about romance?» Omicron 9:03 pm *blinks at dragon hat, gives a broken purr attempt back, looking around... she looks... warn* VProwl 9:04 pm *... conspicuous absence of a humor ping.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm *His lights dim a little bit.* Smokescreen 9:04 pm She's already shown that her singing's super powerful- maybe it's controlling some of the humans? Windchill 9:04 pm Probably. It's some kind of superpower. Sigma ability maybe. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm @P: [[He is sorry.]] Blaster 9:04 pm That's hilarious Prowl 9:04 pm The poison was acidic? Smokescreen 9:05 pm I wish I had magical singing Blaster 9:05 pm and yeah, an outlier Prowl 9:05 pm *suddenly actually interested in the movie* Smokescreen 9:05 pm ... I'm so glad they trust each other! Windchill 9:05 pm *Points* Train. Smokescreen 9:05 pm Train! Windchill 9:06 pm *But Blue doesn't care about some smelly old TRAIN. She wiggles fiercely.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm *Suddenly kind of regrets showing this. Or being downstairs. He'd wanted an amusing musical, not... well. It wasn't like there was a(n acceptable) way to take back what he'd done.* VProwl 9:06 pm @S «So, THIS demonstration is what you consider idiotic? Just—to be clear.» Blaster 9:06 pm Looked like the poison was, it ate through a helmet Omicron 9:06 pm Dragon, where's Racer? *scenting the air, looks around and pings soundwave? and/or a prowl? Icy's not moving very fast* Smokescreen 9:07 pm That poor chipmunk Windchill 9:07 pm Ouch. Smokescreen 9:08 pm Hey, Prowl, it's good to see you. /He's waving at Prowl, starting to take a sip out of a drink/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm @P: [[What he did was wrong, invasive, and a severe over-extension of rare privileges. He understands that. If you would prefer the word "idiotic", then so be it. That is what it was.]] [[Racer is with the Predacons in the Pits of Kaon. That is the territory they claimed for themselves.]] VProwl 9:10 pm @S «No, I'm talking about the movie. You said you weren't "THAT idiotic." I'm clarifying that the scene with the singing is, indeed, something that, by YOUR standards, is "idiotic."» Prowl 9:10 pm Hm? Did you mean me? Smokescreen 9:10 pm Yeah! You! VProwl 9:11 pm @S «I'm not calling your actions anything. I'm double checking the word you yourself used on something unrelated.» Prowl 9:11 pm Of course. Hello, Smokescreen. Smokescreen 9:11 pm Hey, Prowl. Do you want a drink or anything? Omicron 9:11 pm *Icy Squiiiiiints at the door, giving a rumbling growl she starts to turn, ready to WALK there to this place for her hatchling* Prowl 9:11 pm ...I suppose it couldn't hurt. Windchill 9:12 pm *Snorts.* Smokescreen 9:13 pm He's getting fired Windchill 9:13 pm How does this man get hired in the first place? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm @P: [[He finds her power to inspire the park's inhabitants fascinating, her singing voice pleasing, and some grain of truth in what she was saying. As a staged number, it is entertaining. But she is naive, and you might say that he has gained some insight on the idea of... trapping a single person in a spectacular display against their will.]] Smokescreen 9:13 pm /He's getting up and is running to the bar to grab a few drinks!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm @P: [[And even he would not go /that/ far in public.]] Blaster 9:15 pm .... Smokescreen 9:15 pm ... pff ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm @IQ: [[Calm. He will contact Predaking and have Racer sent here momentarily.]] Blaster 9:16 pm Prince of idiots is on the rise Smokescreen 9:16 pm /Finally coming back with drinks, offering one drink to Prowl./ Windchill 9:16 pm *Blue wiggles and huffs MORE, until Chill sets her on the floor.* Prowl 9:16 pm *accepts carefully* Thank you. Smokescreen 9:17 pm Of course! How's your week been, Prowl? Prowl 9:17 pm What's in this? Omicron 9:18 pm *Icy pauses, looks back....this is okay, she sits down where's there's space to wait* ?@S: thank you.... what happened? How did he get to Predaking? Smokescreen 9:18 pm Uh- energon? It's mid-grade. I can add a crystal if you want, though. Prowl 9:18 pm No, no this is perfect. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm *Distracts himself with contacting the Predacons of his world. It's not easy. They don't like to speak the usual way. And he'll have to convince them it's safe to let Racer come back.* @IQ: [[Our Prowl took him there. They were best equipped to handle his care while he was away from you.]] Windchill 9:19 pm *Blue rolls onto her stubby legs and peers around in search of...food, probably.* Smokescreen 9:20 pm If you say so! I'm adding a bit of quartz to my own drink, if you do want any Windchill 9:20 pm Didn't she learn her lesson the first time? Prowl 9:20 pm Apparently not. Windchill 9:20 pm Just like me. Specs 9:21 pm *the dragon shakes herself- she accidentally fell asleep on Icy!* Blaster 9:21 pm ........-siiiiighs- Omicron 9:22 pm *Looks over at this worlds prowl....with her dragon hat. huffs at* Windchill 9:22 pm *Snorts.* Prowl 9:22 pm My week was fine, Smokescreen. Windchill 9:23 pm His sleeves are big too. Prowl 9:23 pm *Icy's not going to get much of a response out of Prowl doing that unfortunately* Blaster 9:23 pm The prince's character couldn't be any flatter if Metroplex sat on it Windchill 9:23 pm That's kinky. Specs 9:23 pm *the dragon may not know what's going on here, but she can provide Snout Licks to calm down the Lorge.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm [[He thinks that is the point.]] Smokescreen 9:24 pm That's good! It's been a weird week- but not too bad, really. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm [[The flatness. Not kink.]] Smokescreen 9:24 pm I should go on a date soon, though Blaster 9:24 pm I guess.... Windchill 9:24 pm If you say so, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm [[Hm.]] Prowl 9:24 pm How has it been weird? Smokescreen 9:25 pm Well- someone tried to steal the phase shifter from me the other day. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm *...Feels slightly better about the incident at the baseball game.* Omicron 9:26 pm *gives Prowl a ping from where she's laying down* Prowl 9:26 pm Who tried to steal it? Omicron 9:27 pm *also, grateful for the head licks dragon, thank you* Prowl 9:27 pm *doesn't recognize the comm, but she pings them back* Smokescreen 9:27 pm Just- I have no idea who they are. I got it back pretty easily, but- it was weird Blaster 9:27 pm ((HAH!? Specs 9:27 pm ((skfahsflkahj small child)) Windchill 9:27 pm *No food has fallen into Blue's view, so she'll wander around on the floor. She's on a quest.* Omicron 9:28 pm ((woow that kiddo)) Blaster 9:28 pm ((good god child Windchill 9:28 pm The booty. Prowl 9:28 pm ((the amount of money they're spending here is so appalling I bet Specs 9:28 pm Racer was looking fine the last time I saw him, if that makes you feel better. He was hungry and curious, like a little one should be. Windchill 9:28 pm (( I'm horrified. )) Omicron 9:28 pm @P: this is Ice Queen. Blaster 9:29 pm ......... Omicron 9:29 pm .....heh, Racer is always hungry Blaster 9:29 pm YIKES Smokescreen 9:29 pm ((rip that guy's credit score)) Omicron 9:29 pm ((not the score just the bill)) Specs 9:30 pm ((every time I buy a textbook in college my dad sends me a gif of the "this is definitely an emergency" scene)) Blaster 9:30 pm She's...kinda scary Prowl 9:30 pm @Ice: The Predacon. How can I help you? Windchill 9:30 pm I like her heels. Smokescreen 9:30 pm You like heels? Omicron 9:31 pm @Prowl: I'm told you helped Racer? at least get to predacons? Windchill 9:31 pm *He lifts his foot more coquettishly than is warranted. It's heeled.* Smokescreen 9:31 pm ... Oh! Ohh. Fair enough! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *And now there's a ball. Now he's tempted to just. Go right upstairs.* Prowl 9:32 pm *huffs at the line about dancing* @Ice: Yes, I did. Smokescreen 9:33 pm I don't know, I associate heels with a couple creepy bots. But you're alright, Windy! Windchill 9:33 pm *Who has feet on the floor? Blue's gonna make a beeline for 'em.* I dunno, you don't know me all that well. Ratchet 9:33 pm [[ why do they make strangers dance to a slow romantic song ]] VProwl 9:33 pm *very very belatedly; just pings acknowledgment to Soundwave. it's good to know where the limits are.* Specs 9:33 pm *the dragon is safe from marauding worms, but will beep at Blue if she approaches* VProwl 9:33 pm ((plot convenience)) Prowl 9:33 pm ((for the plot Omicron 9:33 pm @Prowl: Thank you. *giving a broken rumbling sound in her spot* Smokescreen 9:33 pm That's also true! But I'm like, 20% sure you're less creepy than Starscream. Omicron 9:34 pm *Icy's laying on the floor, all legs on the floor and tail. * Prowl 9:34 pm @Ice: You're welcome. I take it you'll be retrieving him now. Ratchet 9:34 pm [[ THIS IS NOT A SONG FOR SOMEONE YOU DIDN'T COME WITH ]] Windchill 9:34 pm Maybe Starscream just sucks at hiding it? Smokescreen 9:35 pm That's also true! Hah- but I'm willing to bet I still wouldn't think you're creepy if I knew you better. Blaster 9:35 pm ...yeeesh Omicron 9:35 pm @Prowl: Yes. Soundwave says he is calling the predacons here to bring him. Smokescreen 9:35 pm Unless you, like, tried to steal my t-cog or something. Windchill 9:35 pm *Blue has found...FLOOR DRAGONS?* I have no use for your t-cog, it's true. Omicron 9:36 pm *blue has found at least one giant floor dragon* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *...Yeah. He can't do this tonight. Soundwave pings Ravage, who comes downstairs a moment later.*??=Incident at Harmonex.=??*He wraps up the call with Predaking and stands up. Racer will be here soon. Soundwave's going to head up.* Smokescreen 9:36 pm Perfect! I bet we could be bffs then Windchill 9:36 pm (( Jesus christ I jumped. )) Smokescreen 9:36 pm ... /Pinging Soundwave again./ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *Busy signal.* Smokescreen 9:37 pm ... /Pingpingpingpingping/ VProwl 9:37 pm *... incident at Harmonex? the city that doesn't exist anymore?* Windchill 9:37 pm If you say so, Smokescreen. Blaster 9:37 pm You know... Specs 9:37 pm *beeps at Blue again* Omicron 9:37 pm *looks down at blue* ...? Windchill 9:37 pm *Blue BEEPS.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *Out of nowhere, and out of Rumble:* //Don't do it!!// ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm *He claps a hand over his mouth and resets his vocalizer.* Smokescreen 9:38 pm I mean, if you want, you could come to my place sometime, Windy? Blaster 9:38 pm I forgot what....oh that's bad Windchill 9:38 pm Is this a trap? Smokescreen 9:38 pm ... she knows there's a doorknob, right? Windchill 9:39 pm *There's only one thing for Blue to do. Climb the dragon to get the other dragon.* Specs 9:40 pm *that was expected but also hilarious* *beep beep* Prowl 9:40 pm @S: What sort of incident? Omicron 9:40 pm *Icy eyes blue, nudging with her muzzle, though not to stay long if Dragon is still on her head* VProwl 9:40 pm @S «... I apologize for bringing it up.» Specs 9:41 pm *dragon is a comfy hat* ((typo)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm @P: [[Minor structural issues.]] Omicron 9:41 pm ((pfffft)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm @VP: [[Don't. It was - good to make sure he knew.]] Windchill 9:42 pm *HEY, who's prodding her? The strange dragon? How rude! Blue opens her nasty bug mouth at the both of them.* Smokescreen 9:42 pm just do it roberthan Prowl 9:42 pm @S: ...of course. Omicron 9:42 pm That won't work on me young one. I live with all sorts of insecticons Smokescreen 9:42 pm ... I should ping my mate w wait why does she have a problem ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm *Buzzsaw comes flying in with Racer bundled up in his feelers. He deposits the youngling right next to Icy before heading back out.* Windchill 9:44 pm *Blue pouts and sits on her haunches. She always gets what she wants!* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm *He was in the middle of surveying Kaon and had to break to make the delivery. Work won't wait for a movie.* Specs 9:44 pm *the dragon huffs at the worm. how cute!* VProwl 9:45 pm @S «It was petty. Sorry you feel the need to miss the ending.» Omicron 9:45 pm !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ratchet 9:45 pm [[ i really like this dragon's design ]] Windchill 9:45 pm *Chill turns to make sure his spawn isn't eating anyone. So far so good.* Specs 9:45 pm *HEEEEEEERE'S RACER!* *peeps at the baby* ((I know, right! she's such a pretty design!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm @VP: [[...Perhaps. Perhaps not. Rumble will tell him about it later.]] *He doesn't really know whether or not it was petty. It feels like it could have been, but at the same time, he's pretty sure Prowl has every right to keep complaining for a while after the scale of his error.* Smokescreen 9:46 pm I wish I could transform into a dragon with magic... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm //Seeya, scales.// Windchill 9:47 pm Not me. I like turning into a jet. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm //Primus. How they ain't passed out of fear....// Omicron 9:48 pm *shifts and ducks her head, sorry Blue, fluffy dragons riding along as Icy shifts forward, dropping her head as racer runs over purring as best she can right now, nuzzling her hatchling* Smokescreen 9:48 pm They're brave humans! Blaster 9:48 pm That....ended well? Windchill 9:48 pm *Blue huffs. There's no food on this dragon!* Smokescreen 9:49 pm ... he knew her for an even shorter amount of time wait w what is that Smokescreen 9:50 pm Awww that is a cute troll though Blaster 9:50 pm .... Windchill 9:51 pm If you overlook the trying to eat people part. Fine by me. Smokescreen 9:51 pm Hey, I've been eaten by worse Windchill 9:51 pm I don't want to know. Blaster 9:51 pm I was kinda joking, but it all did end well for everyone. Queen aside Smokescreen 9:51 pm Good! Prowl 9:51 pm *...Prowl decides for once she doesn't want to know* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm ((mark time: 10:12)) Omicron 9:51 pm ?? *heard queen? whaat? she's cuddling her hatchling* Blaster 9:52 pm -whoops- Not you, sorry. The one in the movie Smokescreen 9:52 pm /Oh man yeah he's about to sing along/ Windchill 9:52 pm *Blue slides off of the dragon. Where's the food?* Specs 9:52 pm *beeps at Blue again* Windchill 9:53 pm *Blue tosses her fat head. She's not falling for that this time!* Omicron 9:53 pm Racer: *chattering at blue! climbs on Icy's head to tackle dragon* Specs 9:54 pm Hi, Racer! *OOF. oh well. licks Racer on the snout and pats his belly.* Prowl 9:54 pm *Mulan doesn't sound the same when talking, that's... odd* Windchill 9:54 pm *Blue turns back to look at the new voice...and squints her one eye.* Smokescreen 9:56 pm /he's standing up to sort of dance along while singing/ Omicron 9:56 pm Racer *exited squeaking and chitters from his spot, wiggles over Dragon- fives a lick and falls down onto Icy's back* Windchill 9:56 pm *Don't step on any babies!* Smokescreen 9:56 pm /He won't!/ Blaster 9:57 pm ....that's cute Windchill 9:57 pm The fuck? Specs 9:57 pm *aw, Racer is perfect* Smokescreen 9:57 pm ...... w is this one of the direct to video ones Windchill 9:58 pm Did the animation give it away? Smokescreen 9:58 pm ... the teeth look so weird Prowl 9:58 pm *finishes her drink and gets up to leave* VProwl 9:58 pm ((hearing iago sing is the most hilarious thing ever)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm //This bird's singin's a fraggin' war crime.// VProwl 9:58 pm ((i unironically love this movie)) Smokescreen 9:59 pm Hey! Prowl, Prowl- before you go, you wanna hang out sometime? Prowl 9:59 pm ((same Smokescreen 9:59 pm ((i have no memory but it's not a bad direct to video one asdcn)) Specs 9:59 pm Ah, I should probably be off. *the dragon WOULD give farewell headlicks, but Racer seems to be monopolized- which is entirely valid, really. * Thank you, everyone, and goodnight! Prowl 9:59 pm ((it's a fun movie and Aladdin and Jasmine have like the most realistic relationship in the disney canon Windchill 9:59 pm Byyyyyye. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm //Seeya, dragon.// Smokescreen 9:59 pm ((the only direct to video movies i really remember are like... bambi 2 and the hunchback of notre dame ((but I can believe it! VProwl 10:00 pm ((and iago has a GLORIOUSLY written heel-face turn)) Prowl 10:00 pm ((yesss Prowl 10:00 pm Comm me later, Smokescreen, and we can arrange something. Smokescreen 10:00 pm Sounds good! Have a good night, Prowl. Windchill 10:00 pm *Chill stretches.* *Time to collect his spawn.* Blaster 10:01 pm -speaking of forgetting things, he should be heading home- Smokescreen 10:01 pm ((asdxvcc i saw one of the cinderella sequels and i've been meaning to see those i hear they're an adventure)) Prowl 10:01 pm *nods and leaves* Smokescreen 10:01 pm /Smokescreen's taking a seat on the couch again, just lying down. He'll leave when it's time, but he's tired./ Blaster 10:01 pm -stands up to go- Omicron 10:02 pm @Prowl: Thank you, again Windchill 10:02 pm (( That Tangled cover is so bad. )) Blaster 10:02 pm Thanks for the movie, weird as it was, but I got to go now VProwl 10:02 pm *... the movie's over. he never stopped leaning against the wall. there's nothing for him to stick around for.* Blaster 10:02 pm G'night Prowl 10:02 pm @Ice: You're welcome again. Windchill 10:02 pm Bye, Smokescreen. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm *Rumble pops up onto his feet and dusts himself off. He starts cleaning.* Prowl 10:02 pm *does that mean Prowl passes by Prowl on the way out?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm *Soundwave heads back down to help him with that. Might as well not leave his deployer to it.* VProwl 10:03 pm *if she hurries before he disappears.* Omicron 10:03 pm @Prowl: expect a comm from me, or my ship Prowl 10:03 pm *just pings him as she passes by where he's standing, hello alternate* VProwl 10:04 pm *returns the pi—* @P «I'm so sorry. I forgot to give you a video feed.» Prowl 10:04 pm @P: I had the audio description and it was... not a movie I'll want to see again really. Omicron 10:05 pm ((that song is so good but it hurts how true it is)) Smokescreen 10:05 pm /Smokescreen's giving Soundwave one more ping/ Prowl 10:05 pm ((i want a princess and the frog cartoon in that animation style Windchill 10:05 pm *He finally gets up to grab the worm, who reaches up for him with her grabby hands.* VProwl 10:06 pm @P «... Understandable.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm @SS: [[Everything is fine. Old ruins crumbled and startled an exploration party.]] Windchill 10:06 pm Fffff! So...heavy... Smokescreen 10:07 pm @Soundwave: ::Wait, wait, what? What? Can I help explore? I was just gonna offer to read a bit of the covenant with you before I go, but- seriously?:: This isn't disney but- /He's singing along still!/ Prowl 10:07 pm @P: [[Good night, Captain.]] Blaster 10:07 pm ((thanks for the stream, g'night! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm ((night)) VProwl 10:07 pm @P «Good night, Commissioner.» Omicron 10:07 pm ((good night!)) Windchill 10:07 pm *He drapes his worm around his neck.* Won't be long and she'll be so big she'll have to carry me out of here instead, ehehehe. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm @SS: [[No. Leave them to it. They already have salvage rights. He should clean and close the building. Another time.]] Prowl 10:07 pm *smiles slightly before leaving* Windchill 10:08 pm *Blue screams in Chill's ear. How dare he suggest such a thing?!* Smokescreen 10:08 pm @Soundwave: ::Aww, dang. Still, can I come over later?:: Windchill 10:08 pm *Windchill winces.* I guess not. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm @SS: [[In a few days.]] Windchill 10:09 pm We're out, guys. Smokescreen 10:09 pm @Soundwave: ::Okay, that works for me. Also- I don't mean to pry, but you should probably talk to Prowl. You guys have been fighting for a while!:: Omicron 10:09 pm ((I love this song)) Smokescreen 10:10 pm ::Like, two weeks now? Three?:: ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm @SS: [[He does not care to discuss his personal business.]] Smokescreen 10:10 pm @Soundwave: ::Fair enough! I hope things work out, though.:: ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm *Acknowledgment ping.* Windchill 10:10 pm Byyye, suckers. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm //Seeya.// Smokescreen 10:10 pm Night, Windy. Windchill 10:11 pm *He waves, Blue sticks her long-ass tongue out.* Smokescreen 10:11 pm ... Can I just sleep here? I don't feel like moving Windchill 10:11 pm Don't call me that. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm [[No.]] [[Temporary quarters are in New Praxus.]] Smokescreen 10:11 pm ... Chilly? Windchill 10:11 pm ...Better. I'll accept it. Smokescreen 10:11 pm Fiiiine- I'll go home, night night Sounds. Omicron 10:11 pm *glances up from nuzzling Racer, chirps at windchill* Windchill 10:11 pm *And they're gone.* Smokescreen 10:12 pm /He's finally heading off!/ Omicron 10:12 pm *Icy gets up carefully, ready to go home too* Racer: *offers a Pbbbt to VProwl and soundwave in a hi/bye!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm *Soundwave beeps back. No need to disappoint the youngling.* VProwl 10:14 pm ... Pbbt. Omicron 10:14 pm Racer: =3!! *flaps his wings at them!!* ((everyone have a restful night!)) VProwl 10:17 pm *... And between saying goodnight to his alternate and goodnight to Racer, Prowl's now the last guest. And Soundwave's back.* *well. something he has to say, anyway.* VProwl 10:19 pm ... If I need to subtly extract you from an unpleasant situation in the future, I'll remember that "incident in Harmonex" is your code. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm *Soundwave freezes with a table in midair in his arms. It's a little awkward. He'd sort of thought Prowl would just... leave, like he sometimes did. Not that Prowl was waiting around on him.* [[...One of many.]] VProwl 10:22 pm Should I know others? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm *All right. So they're going to talk, then.* *He sets the table down, turns around, and sits on it.* [[He supposes that depends on what happens from here.]] [[He'd like to teach you more of them.]] VProwl 10:23 pm *oh no he's sitting.* ... If it's a long list, we can discuss it another time. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm [[...Oh. If you - have somewhere to go, then. He'd thought you'd stayed to--]] *Stands up again, feeling more than a little foolish.* [[He thought you wanted to talk. Had hoped, more accurately. He apologizes.]] VProwl 10:26 pm No, I just—before I went, thought I'd say that... But you—hoped to talk about—something? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm [[He understands. Thank you. And he did, yes. He was tired of - /not/ talking, really. It seemed - better, for a little while. And then it was not.]] VProwl 10:31 pm ... Ah. Yes. Well. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm [[He's mi--]] *No.* [[He was wondering how long you thought it would be. Until - something. Any new news, or... decisions, or changes.]] VProwl 10:31 pm *tries to think of something to add. ... he's got nothing.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm [[Or if he should be doing something that he isn't.]] VProwl 10:33 pm *so, awkward shrug.* I was—considering... er. Going back to. *awkward head tilt toward couch.* But I didn't know if Smokescreen was going to, and the thought of him settling himself onto the same couch as me is, just— *He tactfully elects not to end that thought.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm [[You don't like him. He remembers.]] *Not so much here for tact about other people right now. He needs it all for this subject.* VProwl 10:35 pm Mm. But he didn't, this week. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm [[...Smokescreen said he would be allowed to read it for no reason other than to read it.]] *Kinda sorta pointing at the reason for that behind his back in a subject dancing way.* VProwl 10:37 pm So. ... Next week, I guess. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm [[If you wish. /Only/ if you wish. He can wait longer if you would prefer that. You don't--]] *The feeler he never put away wobbles uncertainly.* [[He doesn't want you to pretend you are fine with that because he - because of him. If you aren't fine with it. He would understand if you were still-- if it has to take longer.]] *A brief pause, and then, a little hurriedly, because he doesn't know how Prowl will read that:* [[Though he is not trying to discourage you if you /are/ fine with it.]] VProwl 10:42 pm I'd decided I'm going to next week when I saw that he's no longer sitting with you. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:44 pm [[Ah. Good. That it was not because he asked, that is. He just wanted to be sure.]] *Soundwave quietly resists the urge to bury his face in his hands. He's terrible at this.* [[Thank you. Ahead of time.]] VProwl 10:45 pm Yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm *Soundwave's feeler twitches this way and that for a second before curling back to wrap itself around Soundwave's arm. No contact attempt temptation now.* ??[[...He tried to find something interesting for next week. A mechanical police officer in a corrupt city overrun by crime. It isn't the most - comfortable content, at times,]] *A polite way of nodding to certain things,* [[But he thought it might be - er. Interesting. If it turns out not to be, there's another story. A longer one, the first season of a series. A different officer cleaning corruption, a long mystery, and underworld dealings. It seemed like a - like something we might both enjoy, together.]] [[...But he is keeping you. He apologizes.]] *Soundwave makes a small hand motion to indicate that he's done talking. Prowl can stay or go as he pleases.* VProwl 10:54 pm *A small pause to process that; and then a jerky nod.* I'll be there. *Is that what Soundwave's hoping to hear? He doesn't usually tell Prowl several weeks in advance what they're going to be watching, nor so blatantly cater the things he shows the general audience to Prowl's tastes. Is Soundwave trying to bribe Prowl into continuing to come? Does he need reassurance he's still going to attend?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm *No. He's trying to alert Prowl to the possibility of mind interference or sharp objects in people's hands a week ahead of time so Prowl doesn't have to put himself through it if he doesn't want to just because he showed up. And then keep talking, because he did miss Prowl.* *But he stopped the latter part.* [[All right.]] VProwl 10:57 pm *Well. Consider Prowl un-alerted, because he thought the not-the-most-comfortable-content would be the things one might typically expect a cop to experience in a corrupt city overrun by crime.* *i.e., corruption and crime.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm *He's going to regret not choosing more blatant wording, isn't he.* VProwl 10:58 pm *probably* *he can't think of anything else to say. and Soundwave doesn't appear to have anything else to say. so.* ... I'll see you next week. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:00 pm [[Yes. All right. He will look forward to that.]] *Pause.* [[...Get good recharge.]] VProwl 11:01 pm Right. And you. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm *Nod.* VProwl 11:02 pm ... Bye. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm [[Goodnight.]] VProwl 11:02 pm *disappears.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm *Soundwave sits back down on the table with a vent that can't make up its mind whether it's disappointed or relieved, looks over to see Rumble watching with his head resting on his arms resting on the couch arm, and stands back up again. There's cleaning to do.* *Rumble just shrugs and moves over to help.*

[minimus-ambus]

ok so this is what i think’s gonna happen with the idw reboot

it’s minimegs, minimegs is gonna happen

(or, i started speculating in the discord and it built into this, i have a Google Doc and everything) 

Ok so all of IDW canon happened, but then Unicron came and they have no way of killing him so it seems like the end, so many bots are dead and it’s super sad

Then Primus is like aw dang this sucks, i can help but ur not gonna like it

And the remaining bots which include a v damaged OP are like we’ll do it

Primus is like one of y’all has to give up ur life so the universe will be reset cause that’s the only way i can stop Unicron, i can’t attack or affect him directly but i can change the universe

Optimus is like i’ll give myself up (partially because he’s already kinda dying but also cause he’s a self-sacrificing dummy) and Primus is like Ok and resets the universe

So the few bots who survived Unicron retain their memories but their frames are slightly altered, less visually complex, more,,,,,, cartoony.

And oh shit it’s Transformers Animated now!!!!!!!!!!

Cybertron is fine but they don’t have a Vector Sigma, instead they have the Allspark

So all the sparks lost to Unicron and before then have returned to the Allspark, but the survivor bots don’t know that yet. They set about repopulating Cybertron with the Allspark (not like that ya nasties, get ur mind outta the gutter)

some of the tfa bots are completely new, some of the bots are reincarnated but don't have memories, and a few bots survived Unicron and are the same IDW selves

like Ultra Magnus is still idw Magnus, but he's more hardened and colder because of all the time that's passed (and how much he misses his friends)

tfa OP is reincarnated OP but he doesn't have the memories, but sometimes he gets weird dreams :O

in this verse Ultra Magnus lives after the attack on him cause he's still secretly Minimus,,

and when he sees OP return from earth with the Allspark in a container that looks a lot like the Matrix he's like >:|

No wait forget that last part i gotta make it More Gay

on tfa Cybertron when Magnus is ruling there are reports of a swirling portal that doesn't look like a groundbridge…

Magnus goes to see it himself and idw Megatron emerges from the portal

he recognizes Magnus even with his changed appearance and is happy to see him, while Magnus is just. Frozen

it's very gay and sad cause Magnus has lost all of his friends and never thought he'd see his Megatron again

Megatron meanwhile has no idea that Unicron happened or about the changes to cybertron, he just knows he's been gone for a long time but Magnus is still here!!!

Magnus is dumbstruck for a moment but then he goes “uhhhhh- Dominus, my friend! Always making such extravagant entrances…”

and Megatron's like ????? cause what

Magnus gives him a look and mouths go with it to him

there's probably some trouble with idw megs looking like tfa megs but Magnus manages to keep him from being arrested by pretending that he’s some old friend named Dominus (he’s gotten better at lying over time)

they go somewhere private and Megatron is still kinda confused but also Gay so he comments on the changes to the magnus armor... Magnus murmurs that while it has been altered, he’s barely left the armor for 12 million years

Megatron's like um what

Then, the magnus armor powers down and Minimus gets out because he wants to tell Megatron about everything that's happened in the same form he knew him last in

megatron's just shellshocked by the time Minimus has explained everything

i just,,,, Minimus is telling Megatron how he sees bots like Rodimus and Ratchet and OP and they're all so much like the bots they knew but they Don't Remember Him and :c

and Magnus just.... breaks. He's been so used to being cold and stoic for so many years that seeing Megatron again is like a punch in the gut, he's overwhelmed with emotion that he doesn't know what to do with. by the end of his explaining he's trembling because primus he's been so alone for so long. and Megatron, who brought all these emotions back, is right in front of Minimus with such a soft, sad look in his optics. for once Minimus doesn't even think, he just moves forward. Minimus finally lets the millions of years of grief he's carried pour out in the silent embrace of the one mech who loves him.

Megatron stays with Magnus for the next few weeks (cause he's got absolutely nowhere to go) and if he went out without Magnus everyone would think he was Megatron (tfa megatron) and he'd get arrested very quickly

Magnus continues being Magnus but he actually finds some happiness in coming home to Megatron and being Minimus around him

they hug and smooch a lot, it's so gay

so one day while Megatron is living with Magnus on Cybertron for a bit, when Minimus is getting up he hears a crash from the bedroom and muffled swearing, so he rushes in to see Megs covering his face. He’s like “what’s wrong, what happened???”

And Megatron looks at him. And slowly says, “what happened. to my nose.”

Minimus is like “.....what”

and Megatron says again, “my nose is Gone, what happened to my nose??????” and he draws back his hands up reveal that he indeed has No Nose (because it’s tfa style now, the rules of the universe only now caught up to megs).

Megatron just looks so horrified that Minimus just starts giggling and can’t stop, this results in Megatron indignantly yelling that this is serious, Minimus while Mins is shaking in silent laughter on the floor because this is the funniest thing he’s seen in years

Magnus starts realizing that he's become harsher, and that a lot of decisions and things he did in the past were Bad (coughthejettwinscough)

so he resolves to be a better leader and a better person

that same day, this guard that was there when Megatron first appeared stops by Magnus's home; they've had this bit of suspicion centering around this mysterious mech that Magnus stopped them from arresting and called friend, and when some datapads needed to be delivered to the Magnus they volunteered

the guard steps up and starts to knock on the door when it slides open (it's a futuristic slidey door of course)

see, Magnus forgot to lock the door (he was hurrying to smooch his husband)

so this guard sees Magnus and the mech sitting on the couch with their backs facing them

the guard considers clearing their throat or something but that bit of suspicion is telling them to wait, so they partially hide themselves behind the doorframe, listening closely

to their shock, they see Magnus and this grey mech kiss, and they're like :O!!!

and then they hear Magnus call the grey mech Megatron and they're like >:O!!!!

with the moment recorded, the guard slips away silently to report their shocking discovery to Autobot High Command

but guess what happens the next day???

that's right it's that asshole shockwave

Magnus gets attacked by shockwave but since he's Minimus, he's alive (but Minimus loses an arm)

Mins has no idea what to do, because he can't just stay in the magnus armor and possibly bleed to death, but if he tries to seek medical help he'll surely be discovered as Minimus Ambus

he makes the decision to leave the armor and try to find Megatron

meanwhile, Megatron is chilling at Magnus's house when these guards break down the door and try to arrest him

of course Megatron ain't having none of that so he manages to fight them off and takes off down the streets of Iacon (imagine these civilian autobots just going about their day when a huge fuckin tank just zooms by like nyoom)

he tries to comm Magnus but he only gets static, which really worries him

eventually though he gets to Autobot Command and manages to find Minimus, who's been stumbling through the halls and trying to stop the bleeding from his arm

they're both surprised to see each other, but Megatron wastes no time in sweeping Minimus up in his arms and running, telling him that they have to leave Cybertron, now

Minimus directs them to the fastest spaceship the military has and they successfully steal it, evading autobot forces trying to capture them and shooting away into space

only after a bit does Megatron ask Minimus where exactly they're going. Minimus replies, "Remember where I told you Optimus Prime and his team was?"

Megatron stops for two seconds, then groans, "damn it, why is it always earth...."

Minimus just gives him a small, fond smile.

They spend a week or so flying through space, they smooch a lot and Megatron is worried over Minimus’s wound. Minimus always waves him off, sure it aches but the energon stopped leaking and he’s fine. He’s fine, Megatron. Minimus and Megatron spend their days planning out what’s going to happen when they get to Earth, and how they’re gonna explain themselves to the Earth crew. Ratchet already knows, but everyone else will have no idea who Minimus is and assume the worst with Megatron. So, they decide that Minimus will go to the autobots first. He’ll get medical help (something Megatron insisted on) and talk to Ratchet, and explain the situation. Then Megatron can come and they’ll break it gently to OP and the rest.

Of course it doesn’t go that smoothly though

It’s a complete disaster

it’s always a complete disaster

[imababblekat]

Imagine Optimus Prime Using Pick Up Lines On You

Inspired By ‘Dis

~

“Alright, and that is the last of it!”, (y,n) confirmed, gently flicking their finger against the green vile.

“With the way these bots fight, it still won’t be enough. And I’m not talking about fighting against Cons, I’m talking about them fighting each other!, Ratchet scoffed earning a giggle from his apprentice.

Finishing putting away the other medical supplies neither had noticed their leader walk into the room. Optimus felt fine, till he saw his targets back, and felt his spark speed up. Coughing to clear his throat, both Autobots turn to see him, (y,n) acknowledging with a nod before turning back to their work.

"Ratchet, Bee needs your assistance.”

“With what now?”, Ratchet groaned.

“He’s gotten himself stuck and the other Autobots are planning to play, I believe it’s called, tug a truck with him.”

“And why couldn’t you get him out yourself?”

“I’m afraid I might break him.”

Ratchet sighed before gathering up some things and making his exit. Optimus felt himself slightly relax, having thankful that part one of his plan had worked. Well, Bumblebee and Sam’s plan really. Heck, Bumblebee wasn’t even stuck, just hiding somewhere with his human friend. The only reason Optimus was actually committing to this was because they threatened to tell (y,n) straight up how they made him feel. And speaking of said bot, Optimus quickly stiffened remembering the next faze that was about to occur.

“How’s it going Boss Bot? Got any rest like I told you?”, (y,n) checked in, not looking up from their clipboard.

The counter they were working at moved slightly and they looked up to see the male Cybertronian trying to casually lean against it. They quirked a metal brow at him; something was up.

“If you were a Transformer-”

Wait, what? But they are a transformer-

“-you’d be a hot-o-bot. And your name would be Optimus fine.”

Oh no.

“Um, Optimus-”, (y,n) placed down their clipboard, examining the Autobot with skepticism. Was he alright? Did his processor get damaged or something?

“I’m not a photographer, but I can picture you and me, together.”

The smaller bot clenched their cervo, still staring appalled and trying to grasp that this was actually happening.

“Can I follow you home? Because, my parents told me to always follow my dreams.

They honestly couldn’t believe what was coming out from their normally stoic leader. But here he was; looking like he was about to give out from embarrassment but still delivering each line rather smoothly.

"You must be a parking ticket, because you have fine written all over you.”

At this point, (y,n) had completely grasped that this was indeed real. They felt their cheek plates heat up, and with every word that fell from Optimus lips, replaying again in their mind, they fought desperately to hold back their building laughter.

“There must be something wrong with my phone; your number isn’t in it.”

Optimus felt his spark clench when he took note of (y,n) expression. A small snort escaped their vocalizer as they bit down on their metal lips; optics crinkled in the corners, an obvious sign that they were enjoying this. While he loved seeing them like this, Optimus couldn’t help his fans kick up in heated discomfort; he must’ve seemed so ridiculous right now.

“Oh, boy…”, he took in a breath, remembering the next pick up line to deliver, and felt himself slightly stiffen.

“I thought happiness started with an h’…”

Optimus Primes started when his blue optics gazed into the subject of his admiration. Seeing the anticipant stare, and how their optics reflected with a beautiful shine, he suddenly felt a burst of courage. He had to make this one count; make this one show how he felt. Narrowing his own optics, Optimus straightened off the metal counter, gazing down at the smaller mech with determination.

“Why does mine, start with you~?”

The medbay fell into a silence. (y,n) gleaming up at Optimus with bitten lips, and Optimus looking back, starting to feel the pressure of no reply.

“Pfft! Haha!! I-I’m so sorry-hahaha!!”

Optimus felt his shoulders slack when the laugh he’d come to adore had finally escaped (y,n)’s throat. Oh Primus, he must have seemed like a complete idiot to them. No one had ever seen Optimus Prime act this way, it was in his name, Prime. Primes didn’t show or act silly, but he did for them, in hopes that it would spark the same feeling he had for them, inside them. But no, they were laughing, grasping the counter to try and keep themselves up right. The overwhelming weight of embarrassment was too much for the Prime, his fans in over drive, and decided that now would be best to just leave. Before Optimus could take a single step though, a smaller cervo had gently latched onto his wrist, and he looked back with much confusion.

“I-I’m so sorry about that, but…heh, was that your way of asking me out?”, (y,n) questioned with a grin, fixing their slouched over posture to stand straight before Optimus.

Optimus optics fleeted to the side, his cheek plates heating up just like theirs.

“Yes…it was…”

“Well, then I say yes.”

“What?”

“I’ll go out with you!”

“Even after all of that? After I’ve just made myself seem less in your eyes, and look like a glitched up fool?”

“I don’t see you as any less from the strong leader I’ve come to follow. And you’re not some glitched up fool. Trust me, I’m a medic, I’ve seen some pretty crazy bots; heh.”

(y,n) giggled at the end, smiling up even brighter if possible.

“Besides, I loved it!”

Optimus felt the weight, of this at least, lift from his shoulders. Even with the copious amount of other stresses, for some reason, this one seemed to take a ton off of him on its own. His spark felt light, and he allowed himself to smile while taking (y,n)’s cervo.

“Um, hey…”, Optimus started as they began to leave the medical facility.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t mention any of what happened back there to others. It would definitely ruin my imagine with the Autobots. They’d never take me seriously.”

“Aw, but you were so cute!”

“(Y,n)…”

“Kidding!! Just kidding!”

~xXx~

[rapaxregina]

After the talk with Astrotrain, she did not want to speak with anyone at all. She only wanted to get her work out of the way so she had time to reflect on this issue. But, her irritation was so easily shown in her actions that her commanding officer could not help but pick up on her foul mood.

“Something troubles you.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“....would you like to discuss it?” He was not expecting a positive answer, as she liked to keep to herself for the most part. But it was second nature for him to ask, and it was never a good thing when someone of such a volatile temper was irritated.

Normally, she would talk to Ratchet about what bothered her, but he was not a religious individual and it might prove more frustrating than soothing. She paused for a moment in thought before she replied, “Yes. But not here. Perhaps... the flight deck?”

The titan was surprised but still gave a nod, “Very well.” He addressed the Eradicons in the room, “Continue with your work. I wish to speak to the commander for a moment.”

After a relatively quiet walk to the flight deck, the triplechanger sat near the edge of the deck, legs hanging over the side. He motioned for the arachnicon to sit by him and she complied, although begrudgingly. She sat near the edge of the ship as she leaned against the wall, not immediately making optic contact with her commanding officer.

“Now... what seems to trouble you?”

“It’s... a strange story. But, you’ve seen a bit of the multiverse so far... so it shouldn’t be too strange.”

After she explained the situation, the triplechanger looked off into the distance. This certainly was indeed a strange situation, and one with Primus nonetheless. “I see why you approached me and not anyone else with this matter.”

“I just don’t understand... why he would come at all.”

“Ultimately, Primus does what he wishes. In this case, he came in physical form.”

“I know that much but...”

“I know it is hard to fathom that Primus, a being that seems so out of reach from us, is there in front of you. That something so divine is walking on planet on which you stand. It does sound like much to process.” Pit, he was still having a hard time processing it as well. “I understand why this puzzles you... but it is also something else, is it not?”

“...I’m starting to think you’re telepathic as well.”

“No, I am just very old. I pick up on things.”

She looked at him for a moment before she glanced off, admiring the sunrise. “... it just, goes against everything I have ever known and believed.”

“It indeed does. But as you said, this is the multiverse, and anything is possible. I also know that deep down, you think he will try to hurt you, and that you cannot stop him if he did indeed try.”

“....”

“I know the way you think, and I know how your past has affected you. I do not believe he will ever try to hurt you, even if you do not believe that yourself. I do not believe Primus is capable of hating anyone, not even you. Even after all of the deplorable acts you have done, I do not think it is in Primus’ nature to hate any Cybertronian that still has energon in their veins.”

She curled up on the side of the ship even more, not wanting to make optic contact at all. She did not want to say it, but he was right. After so many mecha wanted to hurt her, she started to assume that everyone does. Even Primus himself.

He could go on, but there was much that needed to be done. “Now, I must go back to my work.” The triplechanger stood up, “You can have the rest of the day off Commander Airachnid. You need time to process all that has happened.” With that said, he made his way to the flight deck doors.

She almost did not want to say anything, but she wanted to say at least one thing, “...Hammerhead?”

The other mecha turned his helm, “Yes Commander Airachnid?”

“Thank you... for listening. Also, don’t tell anyone what happened.”

“It is no trouble. Now, take care.” He turned back around and walked back into the warship.

She did not reply, she only turned her helm back around to watch the sunrise again. At least she had time to think now.

[coefore]

MegOP for the ship meme go go go

SORRY I’M LATE WITH THE REPLY 😔 For the sake of simplicity this is idw megop because it’s my favourite

Who’s more dominant: I’d say Megatron in very specific points of the timeline, but idw op is pretty dominant himself so they rival with the same weapons on this front. But Autobot Megatron is definitely less dominant in his general behaviour. Imposing, always, but dominant? ehhh

Who’s the cuddler: They’re not really cuddly people, I’d like to think they just slide into a comfortable existing next to each other after a while and it might devolve into resting on each other but it’s very random who’s the one that gives in

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: autobot megatron is little spoon you can’t change my mind

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: you know what, they still enjoy talking about politics sipping enjex and give 0 fucks about anyone else because they’re retired that’s just what old people do

Who uses all the hot water: “MEGATRON STOP TAKING 2 HOURS LONG BATHS” “PRIME I NEED MY RELAXING BATH EVERY NOW AND THEN”

Most trivial thing they fight over: literally anything, ask Rodimus

Who does most of the cleaning: They’re pretty clean, both of them. Plus Ultra Magnus would have a stroke finding out either of them would leave a mess

Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Megatron would address this politely and with distance at first, ask for it to be fixed, wait for two weeks with no reply and then OP just says “don’t write a book about this too” before calling a private company to fix the issue, with Megatron shouting in the background because that is not how problems get solved, Prime!!!!

Who leaves their stuff around: not them for sure, the stuff u see around is probably Rodimus leaving garbage all over the place lol

Who remembers to buy the milk: OPWho remembers anniversaries:  Megatron. OP forgets them quite often actually but Megatron doesn’t care that much. I mean, that’s what he says

Who cooks normally: neither of them!!!!!!!!!! they’re garbage at cooking and eat out most of the times because they’re tired old men

How often do they fight:

What do they do when they’re away from each other: Op would indeed tell Megatron he misses him, while Megatron takes 10 minutes to reply because bitch is torn between writing a poem about it, tell OP to fuck off or just say the goddamn truth. 

Nicknames for each other: Prime and Megatron, uncreative idiots

Who is more likely to pay for dinner: They try to be pretty even on that but OP would pester Megatron about I’m Paying Tonight until the other gives up

Who steals the covers at night: Megatron. Let Prime freeze to deathWhat would they get each other for gifts: they’d get each other a vacation

Who kissed who first: OP kissed Megatron first because he was a goddamn fanboy and Megatron was like ???????????????? WHOMST like he was half of the time when he was a young miner

Who made the first move: As I said, OP. In canon, after the war, I guess it was Megatron but that was more of a “hey maybe let’s have a general ‘we can talk without murder happening’ relationship ok”

Who started the relationship: Technically OP????

Who cusses more: I want to say Megatron but we all know that mouthplate is actually to cover OP’s lips while cussing 

What would they do if the other one was hurt: Megatron, coming in with an ex-fusion cannon as a medikit:

(have this meme i made)

Op would probably call Ratchet 20 times in the span of two days, but play it as if it’s all just for “precaution” and not because he’s, you know, worried.

Who is the dirty talker: they both are (griffin mcelroy’s voice) dirty boys

A head canon: peacetime Megop, with Rodimus as the active Prime and Magnus+Drift as consultants, so they’re literally off duty forever and OP is just like (CLENCHES FIST) PRIMUS IM RETIRED. FINALLY and megatron cries a single tear because wow finally he’s retired I’m so proud of this achievement

[cybertronianlovenest]

Kiss of betrayal: Part 6

I groaned into Prowl's kiss. True to his word there was not a single inch of me he hadn't gone over. Clear from my peds to my helm horns and I could do little more then flop strutlessly onto the floor even though my relay hat been reconnected. Thankfully Prowl didn't seem to mind at all as he cradled me against the washroom wall our sparks once more tangled in one another. "Hav'ta get ya worked up more often." He hummed softly, lifting my hand to kiss each finger. I smiled, nuzzling against him as he stroked down my helm. It'd been far too long since I'd let myself have this attention and I sure as pit wasn't ever going to push him away during this again. "What are you thinking Jazz? You are far too quite." A soft chuckle escaped and I mustard what little strength I had left to sit up, talking our sparks from each other. We needed to leave the washroom so others could use it anyhow, we'd been here long enough. "Just how much easier it would have been on us both if ah'd have just come to ya to begin with. Would have saved a lot of spark ache." Prowl inclined his helm slightly, hooking an arm under my legs. "Indeed, but I'm satisfied that you'll make the correct choice from now on. If not then you shall yourself facing punishment once more. Next time without Ratchet's interference. I do hope that doesn't drudge up too many old memories. I didn't think he would do something so cruel." There was a lot of regret in his voice as he stood with me and began making his way toward our room. "He didn't know. Never told anyone but ya Prowler..." His optics brightened in suprise, glancing to me. "Ah have a hard time opening up to others Prowl, ya of all mechs should know that." A long vent was cycled, optics flicking from mine for a moment. "I was just surprised that you would have told me that instead of Optimus. I believe I miscalculated how close we were." My lips pulled up on one side and I chuckled. "Got the drop on ya Prowler. Not often an can do that. Gonna hav'ta remember this." My thumb rubbed over the edge of his Chevron getting a low hum of appreciation. "You keep that up we'll be confined to my quarters for longer yet." I looped my arm around his neck, using it to pull myself up in order to kiss him. His lips felt soft against mine as I nibbled them gently making him growl into it. 'Why don't ah take ya to the lake? Soundwave will probably show up. But we do need to meet Samantha anyhow, and he can take us to her.' Prowl glanced down before nodding. 'Yes, that does require attention.' 'It does. But between ya and meh...' I leaned up to graze my denta over the red crest. 'Ahm hoping he takes his time coming. Been a while since ah had ya all to mehself. All alone...' His vents hitched a few notches higher as he sat me on my peds at the door, dropping into my alt mode with me following. "Wanna race? Ah'll take it easy on ya?" Prowl chuckled softly, moving over to brush against my side. "Right, I find it hard to believe you can manage to dig up that much energy at this precise moment in time. You'll probably need to rest before we interface again." I couldn't argue there, I was still really tired, I'd likely end up falling into recharge shortly after arriving. Prowl POV: Jazz unfurled from his alt mode first, waiting the few kliks it took for me to follow. It'd been several vorns since I'd managed to him get away from base with me. Of course I didn't blame him for not wanting to go anywhere when he was sparksick. It was nice to finally have him to myself once more. He watched me for a second, arms crossing when he didn't get the desired response after several kliks. I couldn't help but laugh a little before finally giving in and allowing myself to shift. Out of everyone, Jazz was the only non-shifter that knew about me. Of course being a Mechapire it was a given that he wouldn't shared the same views as the others. Still though, if he hadn't been, I think I would have still told him. I couldn't see a life where I was not able to share this with him. The cool grass dug up under my paws as I bowed my chassis to the ground in a long over due stretch. Fingers drifted through my fur and I folded my legs under me with a wide yawn. Jazz smiled, chuckling a little was he made himself comfy against my chest. Light pets were smoothed over my audios and muzzle. "Wish everyone could ya like ah do... Few fraggers had to ruin it for everyone." I nodded my agreement, curling around him so my tail was draped across his middle. He looked quite good like this if I did say so myself, but I liked him no matter what. His lips pressed against my right optic as fingers began working between my peds making my systems purr happily, tail even thumping against him. "Yeah... Forgot how much ah missed this. Think yer peds got bigger since an last saw them." One was held up, his digits interlaced between the toes. It was looked over for a bit before he snuggled closer, helm resting on my neck as he continued his attentions. He kept this up I wasn't going to be any better off than him. "Just rest Prowler. Soundwave won't bother us, if he didn't the first or second time he isn't this time. Just rest, won't let no one get ya." A grunt interpreted my purr and I nudged him. 'You are more in need of rest than I am.' "Ah'll be fine." I flicked a glare at him and he huffed. "Fine, ah'll turn my sensors up and we'll both catch some recharge. Come on Prowler, yer tired, ah can tell. Stop fighting meh." Jazz reached up, smoothing along my chin until my helm slumped down into his lap. "That's better... Ah got ya Prowler... Don't ya worry none." He sounded like he was nearly in recharge already as my optics powered down. A final sigh escaped snuggled into him... The soft beat of music droning next to my audio finally brought me back online. One optic was allowed to power up, granting me a view of Jazz resting against my flank. One arm was draped over my back while the other laid over his middle where he was lightly petting my tail. His helm was canted back slightly, optics offline as one finger pecked along his belly to whatever tune he was enjoying. A short laugh managed to part my lips as I smiled down at him. His finger slowed to a stop and his optics came online shortly after. The tenseness I had felt building in his frame loosened once more as he changed positions in order to scratch under my chin. He was wonderful at finding all my most sensitive spots and quickly had me rolled onto my side as he combed through my belly. Briefly I wondered if he knew just how short the list of mechs were that could roll me over. Though after a second I reasoned it was probably about as short as his. My engine rumbled happily as his hands drifted farther back, dipping under my his leg to scratch at an extra sensitive spot. "Ah really missed having ya like this Prowl. Next time ahm locking mehself in yer room, seems to work out much better." I couldn't say he was wrong, I'd gladly take him. A few more pets were given to my belly before his fingers drifted a little lower. A low grown escaped and I pushed into him was they curled around my spike. "Ya know ahm not very patient Prowler. It's been too long since ah got ya away from the base. For far from the first time I gave my thanks to Primus for Jazz. When we first came here I had never suspected him willing to interface while I was in this form. Being a non-shifter I had thought that was a given, even though he was a Mechapire. I had been proven wrong though, something that seemed to happen quite frequently with him. I was far from complaining though. "Come on Prowler!" I couldn't help but laugh at Jazz's inpatient insistence before I rolled to my peds and batted at his aft a few times. He laughed, bouncing away before slipping into the woods making my systems growl excitedly at the chance to hunt him down. I did so enjoy his games... Jazz POV: My spark pulsed quicker as I peeked around the large rocks at Prowl. His audios were pinned straight up, swiveling side to side as he searched me out. I swallowed thickly, my valve clenching on nothing behind its panel. There were few things that got me as excited as being hunted down before being filled so full I could barely walk. So far it's only equal was when Prowl offered himself in my place. My fans were manually over ridden for the 3rd time already as Prowl lifted his nose to scent the air. No doubt he could smell the copious amount of lubricant leaking down my thighs and I knew he could easily track the bright pink smears if he was so inclined. Right now he was savoring the hunt, taking his time at driving me toward which ever location he'd picked out to take me this time. Another deep drought of air and his optics snapped right to me, a deep gravely rumble forming deep inside his chassis. I took off just in time as he landed on the rocks that had been my make shift hiding place. A strut shaking howl sent birds fluttering from the trees around us as I heard ped falls bounding behind me. I couldn't compete with his speed in this form, that was no question. But I had one big, or rather, small, advantage. He was nearly three my size in this form and that made moving through the trees much harder for him. My slimmer form granted me the ability to slip into tighter spaces. A dense patch of trees rushed up on my left and I dodged into them just as his claws grazed my ped. A low growl sounded from him as he skidded to a stop, kicking up small rocks and the many leaves that littered the ground. A glance behind me showed him prowling at the edge, following along the side where he couldn't breach the thicket... I vented rapidly, trying to cool my frame while I had the chance. Soon Prowl would be back on my trail again, for now though I was granted a small reprieve. He was always careful not to force me into over heating and I was glad for that. Spending anytime under Ratchet's less than tender bedside manner was less than preferable. The ever so soft crunch of leaves accompanied my last few vents and I just managed to escape his jaws. My frame was still warm, but not dangerously so and that's all that mattered. Behind me I could hear him gaining ground and I dove to the side only to be hit by a stun ray. My systems groaned to a halt as I skidded against the thankfully soft ground, coming to rest against the base of a large tree. The low growl of Prowl's engine loomed ever closer until I was turned over with a large paw. His optics glowed brightly in the waning light of the setting sun. Razor sharp denta caught my shoulder, lifting me up. I was glad he was so careful, he wouldn't have to do much for those denta of his to shred my frame to ribbons. My peds dragged over the ground, scuffling up the dirt and leaves there as he drug me along. For what felt like forever we weaved through the trees before coming to one of Prowl's favorite spots. A large rock sat shaded by two towering maple trees next to a small brook babbled along to its own tune. My chest landed on the rock and I was able to dig up enough strength to look back at him. The stun ray had been pretty weak, only taking a few breems to cycle through my systems. Still I was ready to give myself over anyhow so it hardly mattered that it had worn off. Hot vents drifted over my aft and I let both covers snick out of the way. Several kliks passed with him just nuzzling into me before his warm glossa slid over the whole length of my valve. The sudden simulation making me jolt forward with a keen of his name. A low growl shook me from the inside out where his mouth meet my valve. Denta nipping against my aft as they trailed the smears of lubricant down each of my legs. My frame twisted up against the cool stone, desperate to gain more attention as he finally cleaned both my legs of the bright magenta strips. A large paw landed beside my waist and I arched back toward him, my valve clenching around itself. Something bumped it and it cycled down trying to draw it in. Prowl groaned above me, leaning in and I keened loudly as his spike slid into my well lubricated valve. He was so much bigger in this form and I had to opened my sparking tank to be take him fully. It was well worth it though. A shallow buck of his hips against mine had him scraping even the ceiling of my sparking tank. "Primus Prowl... Forgot how much ah enjoyed taking ya like this! Pound meh until ya knot and pump meh so full ah can't take another drop!" My plating rattled as he growled long and low against me. Claws biting into the already heavily scared rock as he gave the first thrust of his hips. The delicious scrap of his spike over my insides made me shudder as he pulled out and plunged back in. He was no slacker durning interfacing any time, but he was always just a bit more through when he was in this form. Though to be fair it could just be because of the size difference. My thoughts fled as he found a cluster of nodes to lavish attention to and I didn't have the will or desire to quite my cries. Prowl enjoyed dragging screams from me just as much at I enjoyed them from him. My fingers tightened into the rock, anchoring myself down as he began a steady pace against that little cluster of nodes. His fur felt like silk as it slid over my back on each thrust and I granted him another keen of encouragement. Denta found my neck, nipping ever so gently against my throat he snarled I'm my audio. I loved how vocal he was! Even on top he always gave such good reactions. An extra hard buck unlocked my jaw for a scream and he shifted to hit even deeper inside me. His hips buckled against my aft with each thrust, grinding against my sparking tank as my valve cycled around him. The steady pull and suck of the clippers falling in time with each tense of his denta around my neck. "Prowl!" I was so close already. Hot vents puffed out against my throat as he growled loudly. My chassis scraping over the rock with each firm pound of his hips was oral lubricant leaked from one side of my mouth where I hasn't managed to swallow it down. Prowl's peds tightened around my waist suddenly, shifting down then up into my valve at an odd angle that hit something new. My optics whited out from the new sensation and I tumbled over the edge into overload. The clippers in my valve seized up around him but he kept pounding into me even as the deafening howl threatened to blow my audio receptors. His denta left my neck and I saw the gleam of dagger like fangs shimmering in his open muzzle where his lips pulled up. A scolding wash of transfluid flooded into my valve and he shoved forward, scraping my chassis against the rock as he ground into me. I could feel his spike beginning to swell as more fluid was shot deep inside me. His legs held onto my hips tightly as he snarled another release into my neck. The thick crackle of supercharged fluid snapped at my already over sensitive insides, triggering another overload on the heels of the last. Tears steamed from behind my visor at the sensations ravaging my frame as my plating quivered with each strut shaking growl Prowl gave. My second overload ended but I knew I wasn't done yet. Prowl's knot throbbed deep inside my quivering valve and I felt him overload once more. The thickly charged fluid rushing into me and rapidly rebuilding my own change for the third time. Claws scratched against my hips as they clenched and unclenched much like a content cat, his glossa soothed over the nicks left from his fangs. Not that they would be there long, all the transfluid he was pumping into me would soon be drawn up and put into healing the various scratches, scuffs, and accidental nibbles. Already I could feel my sparking tank beginning to contract around him and draw all the fluid into it. The palpable metal relaxing back to its natural position to seal my valve even with Prowl's spike still preventing it from closing the whole way. Over me Prowl growled low, hips tensing as yet another overload took him, the contents adding to my own until I following him down with a shaky keen. Oh yeah, I had missed this...

[the-odd-job]

Up in Flames chapter 3 - Leave It All Behind (Ashes Part 2)

Warnings: Major Character Death, Chose Not to Use Category: Other Fandom: Transformers Relationships: Megatron/Sunstreaker, Megatron/Sideswipe, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Megatron, Soundwave, Ravage, Hook, Optimus Additional Tags: Dubcon, Mechpreg, Sticky Words: 3140

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::Sunstreaker: presence requested at comm. room.::

Soundwave’s voice floated through his comm. line after he’d accepted the request for the link, and really he wasn’t… He just wasn’t going to slagging question how Soundwave knew his frequency when Sunstreaker very much had never shared it with him.

Soundwave knew way too many damn things, that much was for sure.

::I have no fragging idea where that is,:: Sunstreaker grumbled back.

They hadn’t even had the slagging time to find Hook’s repair bay yet. His valve cover was absolutely not attached to his person yet, and Sunstreaker didn’t much fancy walking around without it.

Especially since he was still likely to drip a trail wherever he went.

Primus could damn all of this right now, please.

::Soundwave: will send Ravage to show the way.::

Right. ::Well, thank you, but would he mind showing the way to Hook’s medbay first?::

Soundwave paused for a second, and Sunstreaker wasn’t sure what the frag he did during that pause, but where he’d half expected the answer to be ‘no, now hurry up’, Soundwave instead responded with, ::Ravage: will show the way to medical bay.::

And then Soundwave cut the call.

...Alright. So. Apparently this was a thing now. Getting shown around by a damn cat.  

He shared a glance with Sideswipe and they finished what they were doing, namely, touching up their paint jobs and finishes. Aside from his missing valve cover and some dents, he was looking just like he hadn’t gotten railed by the almighty Megatron the night before.

They knew what they were doing on the frame care front, was all.

Limits to everything, though. Dinged and bent valve covers went beyond their ability to touch up. Sunstreaker had stored his in his subspace for now. Maybe it could be used, maybe it couldn’t be used, but if nothing else, it was scrap metal. That was always useful to someone.

They didn’t have to wait long after that before there was a ping at their door, and… It wasn’t opened immediately after. Instead the person at the other side waited politely until Sideswipe opened the door and looked down.

None other than Ravage was sitting in front of their door, meeting Sideswipe’s gaze with that thoroughly neutral look that the panther didn’t seem capable of getting rid of. “You needed to be shown to the medical bay, yes? If you’d please follow me.”

Polite. But the brothers filed out after the cat and followed along as Ravage trotted down the hall. A few ramps up, more hallways that they did their best to keep track of, and they came to the end of a short hallway ending in large double doors. They opened on their approach, and on the other side was indeed a repair bay.

“Hook, if you would!” Ravage called out as they entered. The twins had a look around. It was as gloomy as the rest of the ship, but beyond that it looked reasonably well equipped. And clean. Sunstreaker wasn’t sure why he’d expected the Decepticon medbay to be grimy, but it wasn’t.

Hook appeared around a corner and had one up down look at them.

“What do you need?” he asked when nothing immediately jumped out at him.

“Megatron kindly ripped off my valve cover,” Sunstreaker responded, crossing his arms across his chassis. “I’d like it reattached.”

To his credit, Hook didn’t much react, just gestured to one of the berths and went to get some whatever tools. Sunstreaker took the invitation and got on the berth, spreading his legs at Hook’s approach.

Hook didn’t give him any damn warning before he started poking around. Sunstreaker twitched when he felt the Constructicon’s digits pawing at the edges of his valve—probably checking the connectors and the integrity of the surrounding plating. “There’s some bending,” came Hook’s verdict. “I’ll need to fix that too. Do you still have the cover?”

Sunstreaker nodded and reached into his subspace, fetching the piece of metal and handing it to the medic. Hook turned it around in his servos before nodding. “I can still use this. A moment and I’ll have this fixed.” With that, he wandered over to a workbench and began the process of straightening the cover back to its original shape.

It took… Way longer than he would’ve expected from Ratchet, but Sunstreaker tried to wait patiently. Sideswipe fidgeted restlessly and tried to strike up a conversation with Ravage a few times, but the cassette turned out to not be incredibly chatty. Sideswipe had very little success and eventually just slouched against the wall next to the doors.

Finally, though, Hook came back over to him and busied himself between his legs again. His touch was sure in the way of someone who knew what they were doing, but slow like one’s who wanted to make sure they exercised the utmost care in what they did.

Ratchet was sure, but he was also swift. Not so much it would have reduced the quality of his work, he was better than that, but he didn’t waste time.

Sunstreaker wasn’t sure if Hook was wasting time either, but pits, he could’ve still worked a little faster. 

But even if it took twice the time, his cover was eventually snapped neatly in place and Sunstreaker felt significantly more… Covered. “That should do it,” Hook said with a satisfied nod. “Try to retract it next time, maybe?”

Sunstreaker grunted. “No promises. Thanks.”

“Yeah yeah,” and Hook left, disappearing back around the corner he’d come from. No ‘now get out of my medbay’, surprisingly.

Or maybe it was just Ratchet who was grouchy enough to chase you out with a wrench.

Sideswipe shrugged at him, so Sunstreaker went ahead and jumped off the berth. Ravage nodded at the both of them before he led the way out of the medbay.

“Why does Soundwave want us in the comm. room, anyway?” Sideswipe asked as they followed the cassette.

Ravage glanced at him before answering. “Optimus Prime wishes to speak with you.”

Sunstreaker growled. “What the slag does he want?”

“He hasn’t said, but I expect it concerns the matter of your defection.”

Yeah, that’s about what they’d figure too. It wasn’t really a stretch to imagine there were things that had left unsaid when they’d left the Autobots, as sudden and unplanned as that had been. Or whatever else regarding the whole situation.

There was a heck of a lot to unpack. Take your fragging pick of what it could be. 

“Has he just been… Waiting? Like, Soundwave asked us to come to the comm. room first, the whole medbay detour wasn’t much planned,” Sideswipe asked. 

He wasn’t sure if Ravage’s face could even form the expression, but it almost looked like he smiled. “Lord Megatron informed him of the reason for your delay, fear not.”

Wait.

Wait wait wait. 

“Are you telling me,” Sunstreaker hissed, “that Megatron fucking told Optimus he took off my valve cover and I needed to have it reattached?”

“Yes.” And that was definitely amusement in Ravage’s voice, smile or no smile.

Sideswipe burst out laughing, but Sunstreaker couldn’t resist the urge to facepalm. Right, now the fragging Prime of all people knew Megatron played it rough—like that couldn’t be expected anyway. Prime didn’t much like it rough, though. 

He could only imagine Optimus’ goddamn concern at news like those. And it did look a little bad. Usually when both parties agreed to interface, the covers came off voluntarily. 

He was going to hear about this still, wasn’t he?

They came to the doors of the comm. room before he had the chance to say anything more on the topic. Soundwave was standing on one side of the room, there but out of the way. Megatron stood in front of the large main screen with his arms clasped behind his back, glancing their way as they entered.

And on the screen itself was Optimus, the Ark’s orange interior as his backdrop. 

“Ah, he’s here,” Megatron intoned upon seeing them, gesturing for them to approach. Sunstreaker scowled; Sideswipe still felt a bit giggly—but they walked over to the screen until they were within Optimus’ view. “As you can see, in perfect health.”

“No thanks to you,” Sunstreaker snarled with a glare at the warlord.

Optimus cleared his vocalizer. “Twins,” he said in greeting. “Are you alright?” And there came the concern, right out the gate. Optimus’ optics dropped a little lower, although it looked like he was rather looking at their ruined insignias, rather than anything further down.

Sunstreaker rolled his optics, but Sideswipe threw his arm around his shoulders and grinned at Optimus. “Just dandy~ Hook’s totally decent at the repair stuff,” he laughed, just to see Optimus’ look of distress at the reminder of what the slag Sunstreaker had needed fixed. Sunstreaker barely resisted the urge to have his palm meet his face again.

At least Sideswipe was having fun.

“What do you want?” Sunstreaker asked with that out of the way, crossing his arms and frowning at the screen—and very aware Megatron was standing at his shoulder, overlooking the whole conversation. It didn’t matter to Sunstreaker, but he wondered if it was giving Optimus a hard time. 

Maybe he wouldn’t expect Sunstreaker would dare speak the truth with the tyrant present. To pits with that! He wasn’t a fragging coward and he was not here to please Megatron. Damn mech could think what he wanted of anything Sunstreaker said, it was no paint off his back. 

...Up until the moment it might be. He was far from putting violent retaliation past Megatron. 

Not enough of a deterrent, though. Optimus would get the fragging truth, no matter what that might be.

“I wanted to ask how you were doing…” Optimus started, which was fair enough coming from him–

–But he continued, “...and remind you that you’re always welcome among the Autobots, twins.”

Sideswipe removed his arm from his shoulders and straightened, the both of them more than a little surprised at the declaration.

And suspicious over it. “Seriously?” Sunstreaker asked, his disbelief ringing loud and clear in his voice. “After I fragged Megatron? And got knocked up by him? And kept the sparkling? And lied about what the frag was going on?”

“I won’t pretend those aren’t serious, even condemnable infractions,” Optimus said, sounding like he was choosing his words very carefully, “but I don’t want you to think that joining the Decepticons is your only choice in this situation.”

Oh, so that was it? Optimus just didn’t want them on the Decepticon side? Why? Because he just happened to hate the Decepticons? Because he didn’t want the twins fighting against him?

Sunstreaker scowled. “And would the other Autobots agree? I’m pretty sure Cliffjumper and Red Alert are glad to see us gone, and they’re not the only ones.”

“They can be reminded,” Optimus rumbled, and where that would’ve sounded all kinds of threatening coming from someone like Megatron, he knew what Optimus’ ‘reminders’ were like.

Peaceful talks in his office with some light berating, that’s what. 

It never worked on anyone except those far too eager to please. “You never managed to shut Cliffjumper and Red up even before we did anything to earn their distrust,” Sunstreaker growled. Well, hadn’t done anything beyond being too violent, too Decepticon.

They weren’t Decepticons, never were, still weren’t, but that didn’t mean their conduct wasn’t more becoming of the purple faction. “What reason do I have to trust you’d have any more luck now that my disloyalty has been proven?”

“You’d have the command on your side,” Optimus said. Aside from Red Alert? And as if that was enough if the rank and file were busy hating on them. 

There was one more issue here, too.

“Even if I wanted to come back—which I don’t—you really think he’d let me?” Sunstreaker asked, pointing a thumb over his shoulder at Megatron. The tyrant had made it abundantly clear he wasn’t going to let Sunstreaker just leave while he was carrying the damn mech’s sparkling, even if Optimus wasn’t necessarily aware of the extent of Megatron’s determination. 

But the Prime should be able to guess, just based on the manner in which Megatron had fetched him—just based on the warlord’s general personality. Optimus was more familiar with it than most on the Autobot side.

“I’m willing to force the issue,” came Optimus’ answer, his optics flicking to Megatron. Sunstreaker could hear the tyrant’s engine rev quietly, although Megatron stayed silent otherwise and didn’t interrupt their conversation.

Force the issue, huh? Megatron would assuredly do the same, and then what? Sunstreaker would be stuck with two factions fighting over him? If the Autobots even agreed to fight for him.

Somehow that thought didn’t much appeal to him. Oh, it would be entertaining no doubt, but it wouldn’t necessarily end so mighty well for him.

“I don’t need you to,” Sunstreaker said, revving his own engine loud enough that it was sure to carry to Optimus. “I’m perfectly fine staying right here.”

Optimus looked disbelieving, prompting Sunstreaker to roll his optics again. Of course the Prime wouldn’t fragging believe him, especially after that valve cover incident. Someone like Optimus wouldn’t understand how the slag someone could be fine with suffering through things like that—mech was fragging convinced Sunstreaker needed saving from the evil, evil warlord named Megatron, wasn’t he?

He needed no saving. Frag, he’d save himself if it came down to it. He didn’t need one Prime’s help for it.

Megatron’s servo landed on his shoulder, heavy—a claim for Optimus to see, if there ever was one. For as long as he carrying the mech’s offspring, Megatron had a vested interest in him, and with how possessive over the sparklet he was behaving, Sunstreaker wasn’t sure there was anything anyone could do to stand in Megatron’s way if someone tried to remove it from his sphere of influence. His sparkling, how many times had the tyrant repeated that?

Was the weight of the servo approving too, though? Sunstreaker had just denied he wanted to return to the Autobots, exactly as Megatron wanted.

But he didn’t do this for Megatron, he did this for himself, and for the lack of a future he had in the Autobots.

Nothing the Prime could say would change how his troops felt, and no doubt his troops would feel Sunstreaker was nothing but a certified traitor. And the sparkling, too. Its future would be guaranteed with Megatron, at least in some way—but the Autobots? Would they treat it as anything more than the goddamn creation of their enemy? Prejudiced against it from the beginning?

No, the Autobots weren’t an option. 

Optimus looked like he was about to say something, but Sideswipe pulsed a question at him that Sunstreaker proceeded to voice before the Prime could get a word in. “Would you have pulled me from battles if you’d known I was carrying?” as Megatron claimed?

The Prime hesitated for a second or two before nodding. “Yes. I would not risk the life of one who had no say in it.”

Did he know Sunstreaker found that answer displeasing? Well, he did after Sunstreaker narrowed his optics at him. Megatron’s servo tightened on his plating—no doubt the tyrant wanted him to remember he had called the truth on this matter. 

So Optimus wouldn’t have let him fight, even though it was his fragging frame and his fragging life—shouldn’t he have a say in what he did with it, sparkling or no sparkling?

The Prime wasn’t so different from Megatron. They were both interested in controlling him now that he was carrying—just for slightly different reasons. 

But both of their reasons revolved around the sparklet. His goddamn sparklet.

Everyone seemed very ready to brush that little detail under the rug. He was the carrier. Shouldn’t he have some fragging say?

“Cool. So, recap, I’m not coming back, I’m perfectly okay with staying right here... Was that all, then?” Sunstreaker asked, snapping his words—aggravated.

Optimus sighed and his shoulders slumped just so. “Will I see you on the battlefield?” he asked still.

Sunstreaker hesitated for a moment before he shook his helm. “No. I’m not fighting for him.”

He couldn’t tell if Optimus was relieved, although he would’ve guessed yes. It would be so like the Prime. “Then that is all,” Optimus nodded. Sunstreaker could just feel Megatron shifting, and Sideswipe glanced up at him—Megatron nodded to Soundwave, and the screen blinked to black, cutting the call rather abruptly.

“That went well,” Megatron commented after. It didn’t sound like sarcasm, and really, what reason for sarcasm was there? Hadn’t Sunstreaker said everything Megatron had wanted to hear? Not because he gave a damn about what the tyrant wanted, but… For now, and through some force, their wills aligned.

He had no options but to stay with the Decepticons or try to get back to the Autobots’ ‘protection’, and it was easy to choose between those two. So… What Megatron wanted.

“Why did you let him call?” Sunstreaker asked, looking up at the warlord.

Megatron met his optics. “He needed to hear for himself that you’re not leaving.”

Sunstreaker scoffed. “You think he’ll believe me with you hovering there the whole time? He’ll think I’m scared of you or something, and just saying what you’re pressuring me to say.”

“If he didn’t believe you and tries something, he will regret it,” Megatron growled at that, rather viciously. His grip on his shoulder tightened again—possessive, almost.

Sunstreaker shivered from helm to pede. Oh, there were promises of so many bad things in that gesture.

He didn’t find himself minding any of them very much.

“Are you scared of me, though?” Megatron asked, a bit out of the blue. Sunstreaker cocked an optical ridge at him.

“Of course not. Why would I be?” Was he stupidly fearless, considering who the slag he was asking that from? Maybe, but it was the truth. 

Megatron’s rumble sounded amused, but he didn’t try to give him reasons. “So you meant what you said about not wanting to return to the Autobots?”

“Of course,” Sunstreaker repeated, shrugging his free shoulder. “They’d treat me as an outcast after the slag I did, even more than they already did. And what of the sparkling? I doubt they’d view it as an innocent bystander to this whole spectacle, considering who the frag its sire is.”

“Precisely,” Megatron snarled. The corner of Sunstreaker’s mouth twitched up into a half smile. 

“Basically, we have nothing to go back to,” Sideswipe said, shrugging too—and nowhere else to go, although he didn’t say that much. Everyone knew it was the state of things, anyway. “So you’re stuck with us for now.”

“And I’ll make you regret it,” Sunstreaker promised.

Megatron laughed. “I look forward to that.”

( Next )

[verdigrisprowl]

Mar 24 Bevel’s Movie Night - Star Trek TNG

They watched an episode where Data’s sentience and right to be treated like a person instead of property is put on trial; and an episode where a spy was caught and an investigator came to start a witch hunt on the rest of the crew.

Everyone was pretty mad.

ItsyBitsySpyers 7:34 pm omfg what a song Bevel 7:38 pm ((Cro noticed the audio was being buggy so I'm retesting it Me 7:39 pm ((sounds fine here)) Bevel 7:40 pm ((awesome, someday I'll have a computer without an audio glitch and can tell these things myself Bevel 7:45 pm *shoves Prowl and Soundwave's couch into its usual placement aaaaaaaand that's everything back into movie night place* Ratchet 7:46 pm [[ i really need to watch SU again and catch up ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 7:47 pm *Soundwave flies in through the missing wall, slows, hovers, turns to face his couch, and transforms to drop into it.* Ratchet 7:47 pm [[ this video is making me cry ]] Bevel 7:47 pm ((I admit it's tempting to show it like one episode at a time pre-movies or something >_> Ratchet 7:47 pm [[ pleeeeeeeease ]] Bevel 7:47 pm ((I can do that 😀 ((Gah, I love that video so much Ratchet 7:48 pm [[ ugly fucking crying all over the place ]] Bevel 7:49 pm *claps for Soundwave's entrance* Ratchet 7:49 pm *pops in too late to see anything cool and doesn't mind at all* Bevel 7:50 pm *One day she'll have to fly in herself but she'd have to practice her maneuvers first, she rarely takes on a flying alt mode* Ratchet 7:51 pm Evening, Bevel! .... Soundwave. Bevel 7:51 pm Hi, Ratchet! ItsyBitsySpyers 7:51 pm *Soundwave bobs his helm at Bevel in thanks. It helps keep him in practice for when creatures come calling.*

[[Ratchet.]] Ratchet 7:51 pm *yep, good enough* *nods back to Soundwave and proceeds to not pay attention to Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:53 pm *One of these days he's going to try making a peace offering to Ratchet. Today is not that day.* Ratchet 7:54 pm *that's fine. Ratchet's gotta work through his shit in his own time* Bevel 7:54 pm *Ratchet can not pay attention to Soundwave at the table with Bevel* Ratchet 7:56 pm *sure! speaking of tables, Ratchet once again has a small offering of snacks. hard candies, anyone?* Bevel 7:57 pm I found more Starfleet stuff! Not the Discovery crew though. Enterprise records with Data. *she will happily accept a snack!* Thanks, Ratchet. Ratchet 7:59 pm No problem! Should be thanking Cliffjumper and Beachcomber though, they teamed up on these. I just brought a few along for the evening. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm *Soundwave was about to grab one with a feeler when Ratchet said Cliffjumper and Beachcomber. Now his claws are sorta hovering uncertainly* Me 8:00 pm *appears; surveys the room a moment, before sitting with Ratchet.* Bevel 8:00 pm ((ok, everyone ready or do we need a moment for food and drinks? Ratchet 8:00 pm *eyes that feeler* Me 8:00 pm *just in time to catch that description* ... What did they put into them? Ratchet 8:01 pm They made them for Autobots. Relax. Bevel 8:01 pm *pops treat into mouth without hesitation* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:01 pm *...Snatches _one_ and spaces it for later* Me 8:01 pm *the fact that they were made for autobots does not mean that there might not be something interesting in them.* Bevel 8:02 pm ((gonna start after this Ratchet 8:02 pm Uh... I'm not real big on recipes. Some kind of crystal, some energon? They're not the special kind of candy. I said Beachcomber and Cliffjumper, not Beachcomber and Groove. Bevel 8:03 pm I like it. You should try one, Prowl. Me 8:04 pm Can't. Bevel 8:04 pm Why not? Ratchet 8:04 pm They're solid. Me 8:04 pm I'm holomatter. *and that.* Ratchet 8:04 pm Or is it the avatar? Bevel 8:04 pm Oh, right. Ratchet 8:04 pm *... both. okay.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm *...Maybe he'll liquefy it and drop it off some time. Too bad it's not one of Beachcomber and Groove's.* Me 8:05 pm Both. *although if they'd been Interesting snacks, he would have been tempted to take one home, blend it, and see what happens.* *as it is, though, not worth the effort.* Bevel 8:06 pm It is a really good avatar. *so good she forgets Prowl even uses it instead of showing up in person* Me 8:07 pm *slight nod.* Ratchet 8:07 pm Data's visor is fantastic. Me 8:07 pm ... I suspect that Data is about to learn a hard lesson. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm [[...Do any of you play?]] Bevel 8:08 pm Man with the ax? Me 8:08 pm I've been persuaded to at times. I'm not fond of gambling games. *Yep. There's the hard lesson. Card games are only half about statistics. The other half, unfortunately, is psychology.* Ratchet 8:09 pm I've played a hand or two. Bevel 8:09 pm ((did the audio die for anyone but Cro? Ratchet 8:10 pm [[ nope, good here ]] Me 8:10 pm ((fine here)) Bevel 8:10 pm ((*thumbs up* Omicron 8:10 pm ((-faceplants in-)) Bevel 8:11 pm ((hiya! I used to gamble sometimes but not really anymore. Me 8:11 pm Ugh. Anyone who can call somebody a "pompous ass" and "damn sexy" in the same sentence is someone to be avoided. Bevel 8:12 pm He seemed really uncomfortable about it too. Me 8:12 pm I'M really uncomfortable about it. Bevel 8:12 pm *nods in agreement* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm [[DISASSEMBLE Data?]] Me 8:14 pm ... Eugh. Bevel 8:14 pm Bad guy. Me 8:14 pm Indeed. Omicron 8:14 pm *Ice Queen comes in looking around, little supersized at the invitation but happy to be social and get Racer away from bad insecticons spoiling him* O_o Bevel 8:14 pm *waves excitedly at Ice Queen and Racer* Hi! Me 8:14 pm *said with utmost disgust:* "Its." ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm [[Greetings, Ice Queen.]] Bevel 8:16 pm Nooooo. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm [[Throw him out an airlock and call it an accident.]] Ratchet 8:16 pm What a disgusting abuse of power. Omicron 8:16 pm hello *dragonic smiles, then pauses, blinking at the screen,* ? Racer: Pffftt! *stays on icy's back until he's aloud down* Me 8:16 pm I should disagree with this murder suggestion. *very pointedly says nothing else.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm *Notices that very pointed nothing else.* Omicron 8:17 pm What did I walk in on? *transforms and uses wings to nudge Racer up to her shoulder* Bevel 8:17 pm I found some Starfleet files. Me 8:18 pm They're treating a sentient mech like a piece of hardware to be disassembled on flimsy pretenses. Omicron 8:19 pm .....what did she just say? Me 8:19 pm Ugh. Her condescension. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm [[Nobody demands the flesh crew submit themselves to tests of these sorts. Only machines and aliens they do not understand.]] *Red slash mark on his screen. Disapproval.* Me 8:20 pm Mmh. Bevel 8:20 pm *frets* Me 8:20 pm "Over a machine." She says. You can hear the "just" in her voice. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm [[HOW DID HE GET IN WITHOUT PERMISSION.]] Omicron 8:21 pm That was not something I was expecting in that world.... primus, even I ask before going into the rooms of my mates' Me 8:21 pm Go threaten to dissect her to find out about how muscles work. It's fine, they can sew her back together. I'm sure she won't object. Why would she get passionate over meat? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm *Tiny and soft applause clip.* Omicron 8:23 pm *sits down on the floor, not sure if the chairs or what can hold her, not sure who she's by but a hatching meeps to be let down and sniff around* Me 8:23 pm HIM, though... Bevel 8:23 pm *wiggles her fingers at the hatchling and mouths "hi"* Omicron 8:23 pm Can I flick that blue shirt anoyance? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm [[If only.]] Me 8:24 pm *looks at their new visitor. Hello, he doesn't usually see you outside of Mondays.* *focuses on the hatchling.* ... Pbbbbt. Bevel 8:25 pm *makes a rude gesture at the screen* Omicron 8:26 pm Racer: ....!!!! Pfff....Pbbbt! 😀 'ere? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm *Soundwave glances at Racer. Was that a word?* Me 8:27 pm *focuses on for the same reason.* Hm? Omicron 8:28 pm He's been trying to show off to you two for weeks now Omicron 8:29 pm Racer: *sits all proud on Icy's* Me 8:29 pm He can— What's he saying? Bevel 8:30 pm He is really cute. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm [[Then he apologizes for not having noticed.]] Omicron 8:31 pm *looks at Bevel and then around* can he come down? Bevel 8:31 pm Yeah sure! Me 8:32 pm *... focuses back on the screen.* Omicron 8:32 pm It's mostly half words right now Prowl. but he's trying...and learning bad chirp too ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm [[Bad chirp?]] Bevel 8:33 pm Like bad words? Ratchet 8:34 pm [[ omg that obvious foam prop replacement ]] Bevel 8:34 pm ((i love it ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm *Shudder.* Omicron 8:35 pm bad works...... whaaat? Me 8:35 pm *on the edge of his seat watching this trial.* Bevel 8:36 pm *whines* Ratchet 8:36 pm 😧 Omicron 8:36 pm Racer: *climbing down off icy once she's moved to let him* ........the frag? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm [[Data is formed of multiple connecting parts. He can be disassembled in ways we cannot. His arm will be replaced. He hopes.]] Omicron 8:39 pm *Icy hisses at the screen for that thought, she's seen predacons treated like animals in that mentality* Me 8:39 pm *oh, the other bots in the room have been hissing in one way or another all night.* Omicron 8:40 pm Racer: -sniffing at a mech's pede- Me 8:43 pm ... The idea that sexuality is imperative for sapience is a particularly nasty and pervasive myth—but if it helps Data get free I'm going to let it slide. Omicron 8:45 pm this is from an organic race *snorts, keeping an eye on Racer who's sitting watching the mecha in the room* Me 8:45 pm I know. You'd be much less likely to see a trial like this among mecha species. Me 8:48 pm Data is far more forgiving than he has any cause to be. Omicron 8:48 pm I have heard of cybertronians debating on how aware organics are on the flip side, so to say Me 8:49 pm Hm. ... Fair. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm [[They mentioned understanding and being conscious of one's actions. He realized that his partner did not want others to know of their interaction and attempted to keep the promise even after her death, and at the cost of risking his life. If nothing else, her hologram helped make an interesting point about him.]] [[...And showed him to be more considerate of others than the Maddox human has likely ever been in his miserable, oozing life.]] Omicron 8:50 pm Racer: pbbt? *looks up, adults seem not as glaring-ly at the screen now* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm [[That said, he agrees that requiring such an interest for sentience would be a mistake.]] Me 8:51 pm It did make an interesting point, but the pointed mention of his intimacy with her visibly shook the people in the room. *visibly enough that even Prowl saw it.* I've little doubt it was a... if not a deciding factor, then a strongly influencing one, even outside of the fact that he expressed concern for her postmortem privacy. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm *Nods. That is a fair point.* Omicron 8:52 pm hmm *snorts* Racer: *snorts to mimic, then looks around* 'itch? Bevel 8:53 pm I am glad they had other arguments besides him and her being intimate. Omicron 8:53 pm .....okay I like him ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm [[Itch? Racer itches?]] Ratchet 8:54 pm It seems to me that wanting something is evidence enough of sentience. Bevel 8:55 pm *nods* Ratchet 8:55 pm His medals should have proved it alone. And his sentiment for the book that was a gift. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[They should have.]] Bevel 8:55 pm He said friendship too. That was important. Omicron 8:55 pm Racer: *looks up at sound wave and rolls, waveing his feet* 'itch!

He means scritch ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[Ah. May he?]] *Spreads claws out* Me 8:56 pm Not neces— Well, WANTING something is. But they could still try to argue that it's not "wanting"—that it's a preprogrammed motive to pursue some end that linguistically is translated into the word "want." Omicron 8:56 pm *Icy nods, as racer wiggles around on the ground on his back, waings and tail flapping and flailing a bit to look cute* Ratchet 8:57 pm But there was no end to keeping the medals. He admitted that himself. Me 8:57 pm If someone has decided not to treat someone else as sentient, it's not that hard to twist their own self-reports of their internal lives in ways that support the argument that they aren't sentient. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm *Reaches down to so very gently wiggle tiny forepaws before delivering the requested scritches. Silly youngling.* Me 8:58 pm The "end" could be a pre-programmed subroutine to obey human commands; if he was handed a medal, he could have interpreted it as being given an object which he is expected to keep, and so obediently does so. It's too easy to twist anything around. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm *...Logs that idea recording away* Me 9:00 pm *if Prowl ever gets a bouquet of earth plants, should he have their DNA read* Bevel 9:00 pm That is really cool. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Quite possibly.* Omicron 9:02 pm Racer: -wiggles, forelegs grapsing at soundwave's wrist area and hand, but his wiggles slow, he loves scritches of any kind- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm *Huffs quietly - he can barely feel that; thank you, redesign - and turns his arm, to slowly spin Racer in a half circle.* Bevel 9:04 pm *grumpy muttering about this human and her dead dad issues* Omicron 9:04 pm Racer: ..!!! *flips his tail up and tucks his wings, there's a sense he's had this done before- and omg do it again please* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm *Huffing louder. Very well. Have fun being carefully twirled about, little one.* Omicron 9:06 pm only do that for a few kliks please, he'll get sick but not care until its too late.... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm [[Acknowledged.]] Omicron 9:07 pm ....just like that? the kid could have a kind he's just learning about ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm [[He is a Betazoid. They are somewhat telepathic in nature.]] [[They can, however, be led astray.]] Omicron 9:08 pm kiinks Racer: *having a grand old time* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *...Is finding this one interesting for Reasons.* Me 9:09 pm *Prowl bets he is.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm *Soundwave finally stops spinning Racer and scoops him up.* [[Does he fly yet? Or show indications of interest in flying?]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm [[So they chase crew members for nothing?]] Ratchet 9:12 pm What does the tall one do? Omicron 9:12 pm He's starting to mimic my and...my mate's posture for taking off. *remembers the reaction to Scourge's name, even though he's from her original world* Bevel 9:12 pm Taking notes? Ratchet 9:12 pm She's staring very intensely at the captain there. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm [[Transcribing what is said and done, no doubt.]] Me 9:12 pm She's typing. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm [[...She will cause a mob.]] Me 9:13 pm She will. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm [[And we are NOT like roaches.]] Omicron 9:13 pm ...primus I would never down do this to one of my crew Me 9:14 pm Even if they find him innocent, it would be doubted. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm *Soundwave looks at Racer and lifts a feeler.* [[Flying game?]] Me 9:15 pm Once someone has been on trial, there are people who will never see them as innocent; they'll see them as someone guilty who wasn't caught. Omicron 9:15 pm Racer: *he more relaxed, flopping where ever eh's put for now, wings linp and hanging. peeeers at the feeler* ....meh?? Bevel 9:15 pm He is lying. Why is he lying? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Places a crude animation of what the humans would call 'playing airplane' on his visor and beeps so Racer will look.* [[...Does that explanation not incriminate him in the eyes of the onlookers anyway?]] Me 9:16 pm It does, yes. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[He lies, Bevel, because if it is true, they will suspect him worse for no reason other than his organic lineage.]] Me 9:17 pm The evidence against him was insufficient for ANY of this to be justified. Omicron 9:18 pm Racer: *gets up and shakes, fanning wings* Bevel 9:18 pm No no no I got that. But why did the other guy lie? I thought they said the warp core thing was an accident. *did she hear wrong?* Me 9:18 pm They did say it was an accident. He's wildly speculating to the contrary. Omicron 9:18 pm its a fear tactic I would image Bevel 9:18 pm 😔 ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm *Aha. He'll hold the feeler claws out and near to Racer, then, so Racer can get settled and secured if he wishes.* Me 9:19 pm Making up a theory that fits the evidence but is improbable given the circumstances. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[It is no wonder he hid the identity of his ancestor. See how they treat him for being the descendant of an enemy - as though he had a choice in the matter.]] Me 9:22 pm Indeed. Bevel 9:22 pm *sticks her glossa out at the screen* Omicron 9:23 pm Racer: *tail wiggle and he starts to balance, eyeing that feeler* Me 9:23 pm He has a very good reason to be afraid of the truth. People will hurt him for the truth for no reason. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm [[/Expanded?/]] Omicron 9:23 pm .....what Ratchet 9:24 pm There is no conspiracy. Me 9:24 pm No, there isn't. Bevel 9:24 pm Throw her out an airlock. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm [[They /dare/--]] Omicron 9:25 pm She's making one...but tossing her would make it look worse ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm [[Even /he/ required more data than this before being allowed to correct an errant Decepticon.]] Bevel 9:25 pm She only did that because he said he would fight her. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm [[And his judgment was deeply trusted.]] Omicron 9:26 pm Racer: *jumps for the feeler suddenly, wings popping up* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm *CATCH* Me 9:26 pm Now that's a damning indictment: worse than Decepticon justice. Omicron 9:28 pm Racer: *excitedly wing flaps, little jaws clicking in the air* Omicron 9:29 pm oooh he wants to pull that head off XD ItsyBitsySpyers 9:29 pm *Propels Racer through the air along assorted wobbly paths as he flaps, fast enough to entertain but slow enough to not risk losing a grip or terrifying the youngling.* [[Now she connects things that have nothing to do with each other.]] [[The Borg do not ask before assimilating, and do not permit freedom of thought. He had little choice but to do as was done while he was part of them.]] Omicron 9:31 pm Racer: O__O! harp? *omg...he's flying....ooooh what? what?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm [[And they do not /deal./ They would not scheme with Romulans.]] Me 9:31 pm She accuses him of being a traitor for daring to be capable of sleeping after MIND CONTROL!? HE'S the one who should be shouting! Omicron 9:32 pm well...her ego is big Me 9:32 pm He's LUCKY if he can sleep at night, not a TRAITOR! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm [[Agreed.]] Bevel 9:33 pm *claps for Racer* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm [[An Admiral worth his rank, then. In all the ways she was not.]] Bevel 9:34 pm She should not be an admiral anymore for acting that way. Omicron 9:34 pm no kidding RAcer: -mind blown right now, flaps his wings like he's seen Icy do- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *So very amused. He rather thought Racer would enjoy the opportunity.*

[[A mighty flyer you will one day be.]] [[...He is concerned for the young medical human's fate, though.]] Ratchet 9:37 pm He'll be fine. Picard will look out for him. Omicron 9:37 pm Racer: Ya! *gives another stronger beat, then again hearing Icy purring at him* Ya! Ratchet 9:37 pm *Ratchet would like to think* Me 9:38 pm *sits there quietly BOILING over the Borg accusations.* Bevel 9:38 pm Picard is a really good leader. Omicron 9:38 pm I'll agree with you medic, Picard seems like the sort to care for his crew Me 9:38 pm *he didn't even know that was a thing that happened but he has skipped straight to incensed without even knowing the whole story.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm *Soundwave chooses to believe Ratchet* *And Prowl would hate every moment of that piece of history, no doubt.* Ratchet 9:39 pm It's Ratchet. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm *Does the S L O W E S T loop-the-loop as a finale for the hatchling.* Bevel 9:39 pm *Bevel is gonna hunt up those files because she didn't know either* Me 9:39 pm *no doubt but he's still ready to defend Picard to the death.* Ratchet 9:40 pm *knows all he needs to know from the Admiral's description of it, thank you* *Picard is as fully recovered as he can be with 11,000 lives on his conscience and that's all that matters* Omicron 9:42 pm Racer: -having a blast! its like and not like riding on the horns of the insecticon guards and warriors- ....don't shoot up that's so stupid I don't have any projectile weapons and I know that ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm *Is pleased to have entertained Racer so. Of course, if anyone talks about this in public, he'll deny all of it. No soft spots here, nope.*

*And Racer is gently lowered back to the ground in front of Ice Queen.* [[Time to land, youngling.]] Bevel 9:43 pm ((youtube your shuffle option is broke af Omicron 9:44 pm *Icy grins, leaning over and down to let racer bump his head against her's after he's climbed to her knee, listening to his exited chitters about his adventure* Omicron 9:46 pm ((making up a new rp blog x.x I might have forgot how to do some things <.<)) Ratchet 9:46 pm *glances at tiny dragon* Omicron 9:47 pm Racer: *happy chitters, posing on Icy's knee guard spike and flapping his wings* Ratchet 9:47 pm You can have energon, can't you? Omicron 9:48 pm Racer: *head pops up at that word* nam! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm ((what things are those)) Bevel 9:48 pm ((anything we can do to help? Omicron 9:49 pm ((um, unless you can think of a good name or tag for Scrapper in Pacific Rim? I'm doing her as an aware Jaeger that come on line, just making the blog now)) Ratchet 9:50 pm *scoops a few energon candies from the table, tosses one to Racer* *hopefully he can catch?* *tosses another to Soundwave, who he assumes can catch* That's for Bug. Omicron 9:51 pm *CATCHES Her hatchling that jumps for the treats, he gets one, and chops it down. Nope she didn't have a moment of panic in reflex, sets Racer back on the saver ground to let him find the treats and chomp them down* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm *Soundwave can absolutely catch. It's snatched out of the air and subspaced right quick.* Bevel 9:51 pm ((I admit I don't know enough about PR to really think of anything, sorry ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm [[He will see that Zori receives it. Thank you.]] Ratchet 9:52 pm *nods and returns to Not Paying Attention To Soundwave* Omicron 9:54 pm Racer: *he saw who tossed the treats and now is sniffing around Ratchet's pedes* Ratchet 9:55 pm *has only a few more, and does not think a bot as little as Racer needs more than one* Bevel 9:55 pm Oh! Soundwave, can you tell Chimera I said hi? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm [[Yes, he will. They'll be pleased to hear it, he's sure.]] Bevel 9:55 pm *grins, pleased as well* Omicron 9:58 pm Racer: *too late, racer does, he stands up shakily on his hind legs to peer up at Ratchet- but he remembered his manors and wont climb him unless invited* Ratchet 10:00 pm Hmm. *nudges Racer gently with a foot* You're kinda cute, aren'tcha? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm *Soundwave stretches his legs out, stands up, and nods to every other mech in turn.*

[[He should return home. Laserbeak will be irritable if he extends his break too long. Thank you for the documentaries, Bevel.]] Omicron 10:04 pm Racer: cu...! Pfffffffft *sticks little forked glossa out, he knows what cute means!* *Icy looks up and waves, both with a hand and wing claw* Ratchet 10:05 pm Hehehe. Yeah, you know what you've got. Me 10:05 pm *oh. well, prowl would've been content to stay longer, but he guessed that wasn't happening tonight.* Ratchet 10:05 pm Not getting more treats, though. Too many isn't good for you, and I should know. Bevel 10:06 pm You are welcome! I will look for more Starfleet things but I have other stuff I want to show next time. Omicron 10:07 pm Racer: *balance finnaly gives and he flops down to all fours* Pbbbb...plplpl... 'itch? Ratchet 10:08 pm Oh, sure. Come on up here where I can reach. Omicron 10:13 pm racer: *perks, looks back at icy*

That was an invention

Racer: *happy wiggles, hops up into Ratchet's lap, backlegs scrambling a bit* Ratchet 10:14 pm *proceeds to apply skritches with due diligence* Omicron 10:15 pm Racer *arches back, happy murmeres, but flops when he's petted between the wings* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm *Was distracted watching Ratchet be as precious as Racer. Shakes his helm slightly and transforms so he can fly off. After going with a vertical lift so he's above the rooftops and Prowl can't fuss at him, that is.* *And nyoom.* Me 10:16 pm I'll see you... next week, most likely? *to ratchet* Ratchet 10:16 pm *what no no watching Ratchet don't do that* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm ((i didn't mean to hit enter on the and nyoom yet oops)) Bevel 10:16 pm ((I imagined him saying it tbh ItsyBitsySpyers 10:17 pm *Slightly less nyoom. A slow nyoom. More of a quiet whoosh.* Ratchet 10:17 pm Oh, yeah. I don't see why not. *continued skritching* I don't suppose there's a way I can bring a snack for you...? Me 10:17 pm Evening. *looks down at Racer.* Pbbt. Oh. *thinks.* ... I can find a way to take it home. *he doesn't usually bring his projector to these, but he supposes he could.* Omicron 10:18 pm Racer: *wing limp flop on new lap* pbbbt...'owl Me 10:18 pm *startled smile* Omicron 10:18 pm XD *knows Racer has been practicing that name for a while* Me 10:19 pm Yes. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *HE MISSED HEARING PBBBTOWL. His life choices are terrible.* Ratchet 10:19 pm Hey, he knows your name! Me 10:19 pm He does! —You do! Omicron 10:19 pm I said he's been wanting to show off to you Ratchet 10:20 pm We're all duly impressed. Omicron 10:20 pm He tried saying it a few times under soundwave's table at the time, even tried to say ''bye' to you Me 10:20 pm Indeed. *looks at Racer.* Uh—thank you? *what do you say to a tiny person who can only half-speak a dozen words and decided to add your name to that list* Bevel 10:20 pm How old is he? Me 10:20 pm Oh. I—must have been distracted. Omicron 10:21 pm Racer: *chewing on air, then on ratchet's armor*

Not that old, under a half a vron. He's the oldest of the last clutch Racer: *does not have hard fangs though, its safe chews* Ratchet 10:22 pm *is.... being chewed on?* Me 10:22 pm *Well, as fascinating as this has been, his projector is almost out of range, so—* I should go now. *looks pointedly at the hatchling.* Bye, Racer. Bevel 10:22 pm Aw. *giggles at Racer chewing* I guess Racer likes you, Ratchet. Omicron 10:22 pm that's normaly for predacon hatchlings....or some adults Ratchet 10:22 pm *okay. this is unusual, but okay.* Omicron 10:23 pm Racer: *omg its his time!* bah....'owl! Ratchet 10:23 pm See ya, Prowl. I'll bring you something next week. Bevel 10:23 pm Bye, Prowl. Omicron 10:23 pm I hope you have a safe trip Me 10:24 pm *another, crooked smile for the hatchling. he nods to Ratchet, and then disappears.* Ratchet 10:24 pm [[ prowl smiling help me ]] [[ *clutches at heart* ]] Bevel 10:25 pm *...she didn't even get a nod, is going to worry about this forever* Me 10:25 pm *sorry bevel, you're just the person who turns the movies on* Bevel 10:25 pm *grabbyhands for approval* *notice me senpai* Me 10:26 pm *someday... someday...* Bevel 10:26 pm *waits impatiently* Omicron 10:26 pm Racer: *full on sparkling babbling now, 'owls and 'aves and all sorts of half words as he's being pet* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm *OH NO HE'S MISSING THE 'AVES* *Soundwave, you utter fool* Ratchet 10:29 pm *Ratchet is quietly charmed. though a tiny bit glad the chewing has stopped, even if it was a sign of affection.* Omicron 10:33 pm Racer: *gives himself a shake, then grabs a hand to pull back for the scriches, going though what insecticon he knows, all proud with some things* primus *facepalms* I need to talk to the guards again Ratchet 10:34 pm *doesn't understand a word of it, it's fine. it's all pbbbbts to him* Bevel 10:35 pm Talk to the guards about what? Ratchet 10:35 pm *he should probably be on his way as well, though, and so gently disengages from the very flopped and wiggly little dragon* Omicron 10:36 pm ad things in insecticon are being picked up Ratchet 10:36 pm Thanks for the, uh... *whatever it was they watched tonight* Thanks, Bevel. Bevel 10:37 pm Oh! I will be careful what I say if you bring him next time. Promise. Of course, Ratchet! See you next time 😀 Omicron 10:37 pm racer: *pouts, but is off the new lap, tries to catch one of ratchet's hands, or a ped for a lick* Ratchet 10:37 pm Yep! See ya. And see YOU around, little guy. Omicron 10:38 pm Race: Bah! *flaps a wing* Bevel 10:40 pm *giggles* Ratchet 10:40 pm [[ fun fact when i first saw captain america i was so convinced by the sscrawny steve at the beginning i genuinely thought that the REST of the movie was special effects ]] [[ wow they sure made that skinny kid buff ]] Bevel 10:40 pm ((they did such a good job with skinny steve Omicron 10:40 pm [yeah] Racer: *thinks, then trots to bevel, hesitates and meeps at her* Bevel 10:41 pm *meeps back* Ratchet 10:41 pm *pops out* Omicron 10:42 pm I think he wants to head but with you Bevel 10:43 pm Head? Ratchet 10:44 pm [[ oh my god ]] [[ anyway i gotta sleep, good night! thanks for stream! ]] Bevel 10:44 pm ((Night, Fabu! Omicron 10:45 pm helm tap? its a one of the friendly, milder, greatings ((rest well!)) Bevel 10:46 pm Oh I can do that! *she drops down to all fours carefully and offers her helm for a tap* Omicron 10:47 pm Racer: ! *murs and comes close to bump his head to Bevel's, squinting happily* Bevel 10:48 pm *mimics his noises back and flops down on her belly to be more on Racer's level* Omicron 10:49 pm RAcer: n.n! *nuzzles back, likes this person* Bevel 10:49 pm *giggles* Hi, Racer. My name is Bevel. Can you say Bevel? Omicron 10:52 pm Racer: *headtilts one way and then the other, looks over at Icy as she transforms and back, chirps?* Bevel 10:53 pm *chirps back, she doesn't mind if he can't* Omicron 10:54 pm You might need to say it a few times, or live without a part of it Bevel 10:55 pm Bevel. *points to herself and then taps Racer gently on the forehead* Racer. *and another tap to her own face* Bevel. Omicron 10:58 pm Racer: *wheels are cranking in his head, give him a minute* .....ba....bava? Bevel 10:59 pm *close enough, she gives him a thumbs up and grins* Yeah! Omicron 11:01 pm Racer: 😀 *he's getting good at this talking thing! yay!* Bevel 11:04 pm Awesome job. *she checks her internal chronometer and blows air out of her vents with a whine* I have to get going. Sorry, Racer. *skritches him briefly on the neck before standing up completely* Omicron 11:06 pm *chirps for her hatchling, moving a leg for him to climb once bouncing over* thank you for inviting us Bevel 11:07 pm Thanks for coming. I hope you can come next time too. Omicron 11:09 pm *gets her sparkling up on her back, gives a head bow- racer trying to mimic, and leaves* Bevel 11:09 pm *waves* Omicron 11:10 pm [[good night! going to giggle at Scrapper's blog for a bit]] Bevel 11:10 pm ((Good luck, hope you figure things out! Omicron 11:11 pm [got it up, just very little pictures]

[verdigrisprowl]

Feb 20 Lost Light Stream @ Soundwave’s Bar - Transformers Prime 63-65

The series is over. Prowl feels let down that in this universe Bumblebee killed Megatron, but in Prowl’s universe Bumblebee got them stuck with Autobot Megatron.

There were three people whose names remained “Guest” all night - Shockwave & Co., Wheeljack, and Bruin. I had to manually change all of those “Guest”s to their actual names. I was going fast so I probably got a few wrong. If Wheeljack suddenly sounds like Predaking at any point, that’s why.

opatoes: SOUNDS you've got those videos! NoodlesAtNight: [[So many of them.]] He says, while fiddling with something behind the bar for a moment. opatoes: ((dangit rabbit still has that nickname problem)) NoodlesAtNight: ((Yeah I'm sorry)) queenjazzy: that is weird)) opatoes: ((All good!)) opatoes: BEEPBEE radioactivibee: (( this mmd is amazing i'm in love radioactivibee: Hey Smokey NoodlesAtNight: ((tonight is TFA MMD night 😄 )) radioactivibee: (( this is lovely omg )) NoodlesAtNight: [[Seat yourselves wherever you wish. Move furniture if need be - as long as it actually moves.]] opatoes: Can I sit on you NoodlesAtNight: *Placing snacks on the bar* radioactivibee: (( ...i just remember that one with TFA Bee and um-OH! Love & Joy! )) radioactivibee: Yes! Because I can't break anymore! queenjazzy: [she goes off to get some snacks before sitting in her normal spot, waiting for Whirl] NoodlesAtNight: ((i stg if that's you wj)) agooddistraction: 😎 opatoes: /He's gonna try to dance to this! radioactivibee: [is never going to take a TFA Megatron seriously ever again] radioactivibee: ...That Optimus's waist is thinner than Arcee's opatoes: /Never took him seriously in the first place but still won't/ radioactivibee: (( !!!! JET TWINS!!!!! )) NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave nods to Airachnid and the other newcomers. Welcome, welcome. They'll start in roughly ten-twelve kliks.* Txen: ((dinner successfully retrieved B^) )) Bruin: *small stampede because everyone wanted to come see the finale, they'll just find a booth up front* opatoes: sounds sounds sounds get a video with you in it chronosmith: It's that time again. Time to regret that I have an eye left. NoodlesAtNight: [[He already has several with him in them. And his alternates. He will play one before and one after.]] NoodlesAtNight: *Laserbeak floats over to the stampede and makes herself comfortable, like you do.* NoodlesAtNight: [[And believe him - he's regretting this one as much as you, Whirl.]] Jazz. Ugh. radioactivibee: Wow. Jazz. opatoes: /If any of the predacons are here, he's going to grab some snacks and take a seat near them!/ chronosmith: At least you let yourself suffer WITH us. *stakes out a table and gets comfy* NoodlesAtNight: [[It is his duty as a host.]] Bruin: Hello Lazerbeak! * Spotter will scoot over slightly, he will share the head perch for now* NoodlesAtNight: *GASP a shared perch... she's so taking that* radioactivibee: [gonna grab a snack and huddle up on the floor with a blanket] NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave pings Shockwave. This one may or may not be for him.* queenjazzy: [this music why] Txen: *Darksteel and Skylynx are comfily flopped in dragon mode on the dance floor. they welcome people willing to pay a Snack Tax* Txen: *meanwhile, Shockwave is mildly conflicted* chronosmith: The best I can say is that this dance isn't incredibly sexual to watch. Thank GOD. chronosmith: And, I like his color. He's got good taste. opatoes: /Smokescreen's happy to offer snacks to Darksteel and Skylynx, and is going to flop down close to them./ NoodlesAtNight: [[We will start after this.]] Txen: *is mostly indifferent to these silly videos regardless of 'who' is featured in them. ...mostly* opatoes: START THE DOWNLOAD SOUNDS chronosmith: So far these aren't... nearly as painful as I had expected. I can only attribute this to the lack of Starscream. Txen: *hear hears from the dragons in the audience* chronosmith: *hops up to approach the bar; is Ravage working it this time, too?* NoodlesAtNight: *Yes, he is.* queenjazzy: The music is still grating to the audial sensors however. radioactivibee: Yeah, but you don't like anything fun. opatoes: I think the music's pretty great! It's fun! chronosmith: All right, mech. You run tabs? I don't got anything on me right this second, but you know I'm good for some of the good stuff. NoodlesAtNight: *Ravage gives Whirl a squint* queenjazzy: No one asked you Bug. NoodlesAtNight: =Fine. Order.= radioactivibee: And someone asked /you,/ Spidersqueak? opatoes: ... what is with decepticons and having nice voices chronosmith: Gaugebuster. Tall as you can spare. How many boxes you want in return? radioactivibee: I don't know, but do you remember Dreadwing's? radioactivibee: Dreamy. NoodlesAtNight: [[It was pleasant.]] opatoes: I know, right? radioactivibee: ...Oh right. Spidersqueak, you ripped off Soundwave on the whole "kidnap Ratchet" thing. NoodlesAtNight: *Ravage taps his tail claws three times, then goes to mix up something fit to be called "tall".* opatoes: ..... queenjazzy: I was stating it to no one. radioactivibee: ...Frag, Predaking has a nice voice too. queenjazzy: MY Soundwave never did it. queenjazzy: Because he is dead. chronosmith: *leans on the bar and watches while he waits* opatoes: predaking's voice is so nice radioactivibee: .................. NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave settles in next to his ally. Time to enjoy tonight.* Txen: *there is a Predaking here, by the way* opatoes: Like- I could listen to jhim read random comm numbers, you know? opatoes: ..... agooddistraction: boom opatoes: WHEELJACK WHEELWHEEL YOU'RE BEING COOL Txen: Darksteel: *snorts* Maybe you just ain't heard enough of it yet. NoodlesAtNight: *Uuuuuuup goes the drink. Have at.* agooddistraction: I'm always cool chronosmith: *nods once his drink is done and takes it in one claw* Three, you got it. Either by Wednesday or next Monday. opatoes: Maybe I could hear more? radioactivibee: Dang Magnus... NoodlesAtNight: *Yes. Punch Magnus. Good.* radioactivibee: (( ...i'm gonna v quickly get food i did not think this out opatoes: You are always cool-- how're you so cool? radioactivibee: Agreed. chronosmith: *NICE move, big guy* queenjazzy: [she enjoys the Predacon is winning against Prime] chronosmith: *makes his way back to his table and hunches over his Gaugebuster, inhaling the bouquet* NoodlesAtNight: \\WHAT'S IT LIKE GETTIN' CARRIED OFF LIKE THAT?\\ chronosmith: PFFT. chronosmith: Scooped you up like a kitten, Shockwave! Ha! opatoes: I wanna be scooped up like that opatoes: I mean opatoes: Kittenwave Txen: Analog flight is less steady than jet propulsion. Txen: *is not a kitten. or a kittenwave* opatoes: ..... chronosmith: It is, but it's so, so much more interesting. opatoes: what is WITH Decepticons and standing above you while you're knocked out NoodlesAtNight: [[It's called intimidation.]] chronosmith: I mean, ALL forms of flight are inferior to rotary flight, let's just settle that now. But Analogue flight is not too shabby. agooddistracyion: They like to feel tall queenjazzy: What Soundwave said. opatoes: Megatron doesn't want me there again pf Txen: I was not asked whether I found it interesting. I was asked what the experience of being carried by a Predacon is like. chronosmith: I was just commenting, mech. queenjazzy: Why are Autobot bases so easy to find? Txen: *could talk about flight bladders and wing structure all day* chronosmith: *he would probably listen* chronosmith: Dunno. I think too few people take advantage of moving bases, personally. queenjazzy: [chinhands] opatoes: ..... queenjazzy: He's so cute when he's grumpy. chronosmith: *sidelong, sly glance at Airachnid* Txen: *privately agrees. not that he's going to admit out loud that his current base is mobile* chronosmith: Something tells me you find ALL of his moods cute, Legs. *snickers* NoodlesAtNight: *Extremely silent agreement.* opatoes: ....... queenjazzy: You know what? I cannot even argue with that. opatoes: Who feels guilty for working with Megatron chronosmith: *snickers again and takes a sip of his drink* Txen: ((magnus no)) opatoes: ultra magnus is pretty bad at inspirational speeches huh Txen: ((hes trying but its so bad every time)) chronosmith: Lord. The worst. NoodlesAtNight: [[You have no idea.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[He eavesdropped on many of them during the war.]] queenjazzy: I was more inspired by reading the instructions on how to heat up energon. opatoes: Kinda miss hearing from him, though chronosmith: I've got a pretty good track record of hyping up mechs before a fight. Y'all should've been there before we raided Temptoria. opatoes: .... Star that wasn't-- okay NoodlesAtNight: \\YEAH? WHAT WAS IT LIKE?\\ chronosmith: Nothing is more stirring than hearing a shipful of mechs chant with you: "We kill 'Cons!" NoodlesAtNight: \\TCH.\\ NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave shakes his helm. Honestly, Starscream...* queenjazzy: [happy chirping] queenjazzy: [so cute] Txen: *Starscream, why didn't you just level the entire place... imbecile* opatoes: He's- distracting him with technology chronosmith: Uh oh. They've appealed to his... inner nerd. opatoes: ..... NoodlesAtNight: *Decepticon Engineering is indeed very, very impressive.* queenjazzy: Indeed. queenjazzy: It's very easy to do so with actually decent technology is around. Txen: *thats what happens when you have superior resources committed to superior minds* opatoes: Primus I'm glad my Megs hasn't looked at Earth again NoodlesAtNight: [[No, we aren't...]] chronosmith: Pfft. Mama. chronosmith: *makes a very soft, cheeping noise, like a baby bird* radioactivibee: [walks back in with dinner] radioactivibee: Oooooh, so that's how they got Ratchet to work with them. chronosmith: So this is how you seduce mecha to your side. With science. queenjazzy: He does love science. Txen: *all the predacons perk up at that. even Predaking does, a little. Darksteel cheeps back* NoodlesAtNight: [[It's very effective.]] radioactivibee: You should know radioactivibee: ..........Raf opatoes: PFPFF radioactivibee: Raf no. radioactivibee: RAF NO chronosmith: *blinks and looks over* ... *well, he might as well: cheeps again* opatoes: HE'S BECOMING MINI RATCHET NoodlesAtNight: *Laserbeak makes a raspberry noise at Whirl* chronosmith: *swivels his helm over and cheeps back, adorably* chronosmith: *it sounds just like it did when he was temporarily a bird* Txen: Darksteel: You sound -just- like a hatchling. chronosmith: *LAUGHS* NoodlesAtNight: \\MAYBE YOU OUGHTA SIT ON 'IM.\\ chronosmith: I do? I've yet to see these hatchlings of yours. Txen: Darksteel: *half-gets up and looks mischievous like he's thinking about the sitting thing* radioactivibee: ...Oh. chronosmith: *eyes Darksteel with an amused, deadpan expression* Do I look like an egg to you? NoodlesAtNight: *Laserbeak chirps in Darksteel's direction* {{What big blue egg say?}} Txen: Darksteel: *tilts head till its almost sideways* Dunno. You look pretty leggy for an eggy, hyeh heh! queenjazzy: [chirrup at screen. is happy he's getting so much screen time] chronosmith: *SNICKERS AGAIN* chronosmith: ((also brb y'all i am gonna grab something)) radioactivibee: ...Egg? opatoes: egg radioactivibee: Egg FakeProwl: *is late* FakeProwl: How much did I miss? NoodlesAtNight: (txt): Will send summary. FakeProwl: *acknowledging ping* Txen: Skylynx: *sniffs at Laserbeak* It's not a real language. More like begging for attention. NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Decepticons took component. Ratchet taken aboard Nemesis, convinced to assist Omega Lock/synthetic energon perfection process. Laserbeak piece modified, now ship tracker. opatoes: The 'cons aren't THAT observant Txen: ...The Nemesis has sophisticated sensory technology. chronosmith: Well, there are worst fates that being sat on by a predacon. *takes asip, and regards the group with a cheeky, cheerful optic* Might even be fun. NoodlesAtNight: {{Maybe egg cold. You give attention, egg not chirp.}} radioactivibee: Yeah Smokes, they are. opatoes: I ran through there and stole back relics without them EVER noticing. They're pretty bad at this. FakeProwl: *who's near soundwave* queenjazzy: [happy clapping, she's glad Ratchet is ordering Knock Out around] Txen: *Shockwave is of course* opatoes: 😞 NoodlesAtNight: *Slithers one feeler out juuuuuuust enough to deliver a tiny bzzt to Shockwave's side. He likes hearing his ally work. Then masks it by continuing to stretch it and reach past to lift Ravage and bring him over to the crowd* Txen: Skylynx: *sticks out tongue* I had enough of that, thanks~ chronosmith: *he's watching Airachnid just as much as he is the documentary, eager to see all of her reactions to ratchet* FakeProwl: *no one else? tolerable. sits on soundwave's other side.* NoodlesAtNight: *Nod.* chronosmith: Liege. Ugh. radioactivibee: Shockwave has really pretty biolights. It's not fair Swoop: :V chronosmith: You'll never catch ME calling ANYONE "liege." NoodlesAtNight: *Laserbeak caws a hello at Swoop* Swoop: *has no idea what's going on, waves anyway* queenjazzy: I only say it out of habit. Megatron liked to be called that. My new commanding officer? Not so much. FakeProwl: *oh, good. the newest addition to Prowl's list of pests.* queenjazzy: Thankfully. Txen: *Shockwave stiffens when zapped, with a quiet sound that's only partially born of surprise. his claws tighten their grip on his thighs* radioactivibee: Wonder why... chronosmith: There's no way in hell I'd serve someone who required me to call them that. NoodlesAtNight: *Silently amused.* Swoop: Keheheh them not very good at shooting queenjazzy: No... they are not. Txen: *called Megatron whatever was most convenient to maintaining tolerable working conditions, Whirl. not that he's paying attention to the 'liege' debate* queenjazzy: [looks at new guest] chronosmith: *some people are able to set aside their pride to continue to be productive members of society. Shockwave is among them; Whirl is not* radioactivibee: Why liege though? That's...so pretentious. opatoes: Megatron's pretty pretentious radioactivibee: ...Fair. chronosmith: If someone wanted ANY kind of honorific they should fight for it, I say. Swoop: PFF NoodlesAtNight: [[He did.]] Swoop: EVERYONE bad shooters NoodlesAtNight: [[For millions of years.]] Txen: *the predacons agree* queenjazzy: Because he IS pretentious. queenjazzy: Or. queenjazzy: Was. chronosmith: Well, personally, I mean. radioactivibee: ...Dang Ratchet. opatoes: ......... opatoes: primus chronosmith: ((JEFFREY.... COMBS!!!)) radioactivibee: (( MY LOVE )) NoodlesAtNight: {{Neheheh. Bye-bye, Bird bit~ You not so good as real Bird.}} Swoop: No one good as real Bird :> chronosmith: Not even close. *toasts Laserbeak* NoodlesAtNight: *Flutters her wing plates at both compliments* Txen: *THAT DAINTY WAY HE HOLDS THE VIAL* Swoop: Kick him, Ratchet! :V radioactivibee: ............. opatoes: ........... opatoes: bee radioactivibee: Smokey Swoop: ????? opatoes: are you thinking what I'm thinking Swoop: Why Predaking fight Ratchet??? Txen: ... *glances inscrutably at Soundwave* chronosmith: Personal satisfaction. queenjazzy: What he said. radioactivibee: Predaking looks pretty nice? chronosmith: They bamboozled the hell out of him. Swoop: 😕 NoodlesAtNight: {{Him thinking Autobot kill brothers.}} opatoes: .... Something like that radioactivibee: .............. Swoop: Do they? queenjazzy: [quiet hissing under breath] radioactivibee: W-were you thinking something else? opatoes: .... I mean- maybe? NoodlesAtNight: {{Noooo. Him Megatron done.}} radioactivibee: What> Swoop: Predaking go beat up Megatron then opatoes: I'm not about to sya! Swoop: Not Ratchet 😕 😕 😕 radioactivibee: Why noooooooot? Txen: ((you two are lucky predakings over on the other side of the room lmao)) NoodlesAtNight: *Tiny head turn in Shockwave's direction.* opatoes: Because Predaking's here? radioactivibee: Oh radioactivibee: wait wha- [looks across room] radioactivibee: ............. Swoop: ((bro Swoop'd say it to his face)) radioactivibee: [aaand the mouthguard goes up] Swoop: ((i am 12 and what is this)) Txen: Predaking: *looking regal in a chair and watching events intently* Swoop: :V Swoop: *so much squacking* Swoop: *the opposite of regal* opatoes: /He's gonna wave at Predaking and wink/ radioactivibee: ... chronosmith: *SNICKERS* Swoop: ?????????????? radioactivibee: [awkwardly waves at Predaking while trying to hide his face] queenjazzy: [she's very glad these creatures don't exist in her reality] NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Work schedule adjustment progress? Nocturnal existence suitable? Txen: Predaking: *doesnt see it. this scene is Important* Swoop: *would literally fight anyone for ratchet what is happening?????* radioactivibee: [very, very happy Predaking didn't see him] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Adjustment made. Nocturnal existence is bearable.» Swoop: :V opatoes: oh primus predaking is so cool radioactivibee: [is also very happy none of those Vehicons were Allen] chronosmith: *now also watching intently; is he gonna fight Megatron? IS HE??? OH BOY* Swoop: Rachet safe now????????????? radioactivibee: ...Optimus is so happy radioactivibee: was radioactivibee: is radioactivibee: um NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: Pleasing. Enjoy relative city silence. NoodlesAtNight: {{"Safe".}} opatoes: ..... radioactivibee: ....... Swoop: "Safe"? :V radioactivibee: Safe radioactivibee: ? opatoes: he- he- safe and okay and fine and chronosmith: One thing I don't get, though--why didn't you go ahead and kill Ratchet? *looks to Predaking* I mean, sure, Megatron set him up, but he still did the thing. opatoes: nothing will happen to him NoodlesAtNight: {{You see, you see. Watching!}} Chillsins: *Is fashionably late.* Swoop: *is going to hold Bird like a pillow cause what is this even* chronosmith: *will swivel his helm around and bob it at Windchill; he's sitting alone tonight. FOR NOW* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «The area around my worksite was already relatively quiet. Most of the nearby residents moved away after Devastator rampaged through.» agooddistraction: ((Ultra Magnus really does have skinny legs...)) NoodlesAtNight: *He's going to enjoy this footage real quick. Hold on.* Chillsins: *WHAT* chronosmith: *immediately returns his attention to the screen* Chillsins: ...What did I miss? Txen: @Soundwave *antenna twitch... then twitch again. hand inches away from his leg and into the space between them. he's Thinking. and here returns that Interest with a Capital I* opatoes: This reminds me I gotta see to sparring with Megs again radioactivibee: [enjoys this a little too much] radioactivibee: [..enjoying it less] Swoop: *such torn feelings* Him Predaking pretty cool fighter.... queenjazzy: So... he cheated. Swoop: That not cunning. That a button. Txen: Predaking: *attention flickers to Whirl when he's asked a question* He had been subdued. And I was angry. chronosmith: He... can fly. NoodlesAtNight: *Frenzy EXPLODES with laughter* Chillsins: *He's gonna find a place to sit and...figure it out.* chronosmith: Your big plan is to put him into the sky? NoodlesAtNight: *Good one, Swoop* Swoop: ((omg swoop)) opatoes: Tall dark and scaly.... chronosmith: Hmm. *shrugs* Swoop: Megatron not very good at killing people chronosmith: In Ratchet's place, I would've absolutely annihilated my enemy before they got on their feet. But in YOUR place, I would've killed him for doing it. opatoes: ,................................................................................................................ opatoes: ((dangit eggs radioactivibee: (( EGGS!!! chronosmith: (9EGG)) queenjazzy: she must speak)) NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Understood. ... Residents return in time. Public will see. NoodlesAtNight: NoodlesAtNight: *And Soundwave's digits slooooowly wander through that little space and toward Shockwave's hand.* Chillsins: *This helps fill in some of the blanks, yes.* chronosmith: *takes a nice, long swig of his gaugebuster and leans back, savoring the taste* Chillsins: That stupid sword. NoodlesAtNight: [[Wretched sword, rather.]] Chillsins: I don't like it because it's dumb and it looks dumb. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «They have already begun to see. I have, believe it or not, received some positive press.» radioactivibee: It's like, the bad version of a Lightsaber opatoes: You know, this reminds me- how far is everyone with their Cybertron's restoration? Swoop: Cybertron DEAD radioactivibee: Iacon's mostly there queenjazzy: I still cannot fathom why he gave it that name. Txen: Predaking: Understandable. *frowns* But had I done so, he would not have survived to save the life of my offspring later. The debt has been... addressed. radioactivibee: Haven't explored that much yet, trying to get more refugees to Kaon. radioactivibee: It's...pretty well-preserved NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Request: Share examples later? NoodlesAtNight: [[Cybertron's restoration progresses slowly but steadily.]] queenjazzy: Mine is fully restored because you know. chronosmith: Oh, hey. There we go. Turned out all right for you, I guess--not the first time I've heard of someone making better life decisions than I would. *snorts* radioactivibee: and thank primus tyger pax is still uninhabitable queenjazzy: The Autobots didn't destroy the Omega Lock. radioactivibee: Yeah. FakeProwl: *acknowledging ping* Chillsins: Everyone makes better life decisions than you, Whirl. chronosmith: I have no idea what state my Cybertron is in. It could've been turned to cheese for all I know. Chillsins: *Came here to be mean I guess.* NoodlesAtNight: [[A small group of scientists have camped in a facility in the ruins of Helex. They have decided to rename it Double Helex.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[Ultra Magnus' groaning could be heard for blocks.]] chronosmith: And, that's fair, Windchill. Swoop: Rachet badass 😃 chronosmith: *more fair than you know; whirl's decisions START WARS* opatoes: ... Guess most of us are on a pretty similar level, huh? We think- I'm pretty sure we found something that'll help our Cybertron a LOT and- anyway, I'm hoping Megs will find something from the results soon NoodlesAtNight: *Ahhh, more Shockwave fighting.* Swoop: Kick his aft!! 😃 😃 😃 chronosmith: Nerd fight! NoodlesAtNight: *And Ratchet fighting. Honestly, he can't not like this scene.* radioactivibee: [watching intently, did not see this battle] Chillsins: *Snorts.* queenjazzy: [chuckles] radioactivibee: pfffft radioactivibee: Smokes, what'd you find? Swoop: Bird 😮 opatoes: ... Well- something really helpful and important! radioactivibee: Can't say what? Chillsins: ...REally? NoodlesAtNight: {{Nooo, keheh. This Other Bird.}} Txen: Shockwave: *clutches that hand as soon as its in range* chronosmith: Pfft. Slick. radioactivibee: ...Nice move, Soundwave. opatoes: Not about to say it in public- just in case. radioactivibee: It's not exactly a trick if you know about it, Magnus. Chillsins: Why does that trick always work? NoodlesAtNight: *Waves his free hand dismissively* [[He did not do this. His war was over several tapes ago.]] radioactivibee: Gotcha. radioactivibee: Because how can you avoid a bridge?? agooddistraction: ...the girl's hair poofs twitch chronosmith: Fly. Chillsins: You can if you're not STUPID and know it's coming. chronosmith: I mean, y'know. If you're able. radioactivibee: ......... radioactivibee: I mean, if it's in a small hallway. Swoop: What omega lock? radioactivibee: And Soundwave can manipulate the size of the bridge NoodlesAtNight: [[A planet restoration device. A... system restore, if you will.]] radioactivibee: You're kinda screwed. chronosmith: Yep. All you have to do is not be stupid. radioactivibee: ................ NoodlesAtNight: *Tucks his chin in in disapproval. This. Scene.* radioactivibee: Again. queenjazzy: [tilts helm] queenjazzy: [oh] radioactivibee: Soundwave is a master bridge...um...I guess wielder Swoop: ??????????? queenjazzy: [she remembers what happens] Chillsins: Oh my god. radioactivibee: Oh radioactivibee: Oh that's what happened. agooddistraction: hahahaahaha Swoop: Him Soundwave is ghost chronosmith: *sets his drink down, streeetches... and then rapidly shifts into alt-mode, opening a bridge underneath Windchill* radioactivibee: No wonder Raf wouldn't talk about it. chronosmith: *he summarily dumps him into a nearby seat, but remains hovering* NoodlesAtNight: [[WHIRL.]] NoodlesAtNight: *Well, now Prowl will know why he disliked showing him the Shadowzone.* radioactivibee: Smokey how. opatoes: HEHEEE opatoes: How what? chronosmith: *swivels in mid-air towards Soundwave* Hm? NoodlesAtNight: *Curls the fingers holding Shockwave's hand a bit tighter* chronosmith: Just proving a point. radioactivibee: How'd you know? opatoes: Starscream's shocked face Chillsins: *Immediately disappears, only to reappear bearing an expression of dull surprise.* opatoes: I've been on that ship enough to know! chronosmith: ((DULL SURPRISE)) NoodlesAtNight: [[Do not open unauthorized bridges in his facility.]] radioactivibee: ...that's not a GOOD thing opatoes: .... Chillsins: (( YOU'RE WELCOME )) radioactivibee: I mean, now it's ok opatoes: I know it's not but it came in handy then! chronosmith: All right, all right. Fair enough. NoodlesAtNight: [[You may Shadowzone us all if something goes wrong.]] radioactivibee: True Chillsins: What... radioactivibee: ......is there a Shockwave here? agooddistraction: Go Bee radioactivibee: Ha, um...sorry chronosmith: *repositions himself and shifts back into root-mode, landing nearly and taking a seat* NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave motions to the one right next to him.* opatoes: ... Having a little trouble there bee? Txen: Shockwave: *looks at Bee* radioactivibee: [waves nervously] Swoop: Starscream only flier here. Why no one trying to push bots in hole? Chillsins: *He appears to be in roughly the same location. Seeing as he's definitely had worse, he looks more annoyed than concerned.* radioactivibee: [time to sink into his blanket] queenjazzy: [CACKLES] opatoes: ....... agooddistraction: oh radioactivibee: shut up, spidersqueak Bruin: .............. Chillsins: *Shoots Whirl the dirtiest look of ALL.* Txen: Shockwave: *does not wave back* chronosmith: *regards him smugly over his drink* Chillsins: *Everyone knew he was stupid though.( agooddistraction: scrap opatoes: /Aaaand he's starting to cry even if he knows it's okay. Seeing bots dying is kinda really painful/ Swoop: oh, him dead radioactivibee: Smokey, you ok? radioactivibee: Yeah, yeah, whatever, me dead. Awesome. agooddistraction: but..... opatoes: nnnooo opatoes: are you okay Chillsins: *Tries to return his attention to more dramatic events.* radioactivibee: do i really have to answer that? opatoes: ..... radioactivibee: awesome NoodlesAtNight: *Leans forward* radioactivibee: [hunkers down in a blanket] agooddistraction: I will admit seeing Megatron punched in the face that hard was enjoyable. NoodlesAtNight: *And Soundwave's biolights glow juuuust a touch brighter.* agooddistraction: oh chronosmith: HAHA. opatoes: u ok megs Swoop: Not dead :V chronosmith: Nice! *toasts the screen* Swoop: Zombie queenjazzy: You sound even MORE annoying on screen. radioactivibee: [time to hide from like, every decepticon] Swoop: That cool radioactivibee: Excuse radioactivibee: My voice is a delight. queenjazzy: To the deaf maybe. Chillsins: *Has no idea what Beeblebum fell into that THAT happened, but okay.* FakeProwl: *so in this universe, Bumblebee killed Megatron* opatoes: ... bee you didn't do a very good job offlining him here opatoes: you did a terrible job chronosmith: *leans forward eagerly* opatoes: the worst job i've seen FakeProwl: *in Prowl's universe, Bumblebee got the Autobots stuck with Megatron* NoodlesAtNight: [[Silence, Smokescreen. Do not spoil it.]] agooddistraction: *side-eyes Shelob* radioactivibee: Well I don't see YOU killing Megatron here! opatoes: I'm sorry but FakeProwl: *Prowl's feeling ripped off.* Swoop: HA! opatoes: ... Fair enough radioactivibee: [pouts at smokescreen] chronosmith: Soundwave. NoodlesAtNight: [[Yes?]] opatoes: And I mean! My universe is way different, Sounds. Chillsins: I always knew he was a flamer. FakeProwl: *... on the other hand, this is profoundly satisfying to watch in a way Prowl didn't expect it to be* queenjazzy: Smokescreen is right. You should have had him torn to pieces and thrown into the nearby star. chronosmith: You have my eternal gratitude for preserving the light leaving Megatron's optics in high-definition. radioactivibee: .................. Txen: ((snort)) opatoes: It's not like he comes back everywhere radioactivibee: Ok you know what he fell into the ocean NoodlesAtNight: [[It was not him. But he will take your gratitude on the sender's behalf.]] Swoop: Sleep with fishes 😃 opatoes: megatron's a really good swimmer chronosmith: Yes, please do. Somewhere, some other Soundwave has my eternal gratitude. radioactivibee: ................ opatoes: he can doggy paddle radioactivibee: [facepalms] Swoop: Wheeljack 😃 agooddistraction: yeehaw Txen: ((yay murder!!! family friendly all around)) opatoes: heeljwack so cool Swoop: Where Bird? Other Bird. radioactivibee: Wheeljack IS really cool. NoodlesAtNight: {{Shadowzone. Gone foreeeeever.}} Swoop: :V Chillsins: *Scratches his chin. He knew it more or less ended this way, but he still doesn't know how.* chronosmith: And somewhere, Predaking is flying around on Earth. No big deal, apparently. Swoop: Forever? radioactivibee: Predaking's fine Txen: *oh. this.* Swoop: kehehehehehheh chronosmith: We already KNOW you think he's fine, Bee. *sly look* opatoes: poor shockwave Chillsins: *Snorts.* radioactivibee: Whirl...no... agooddistraction: I wish that elbow articulator had dug a lot harder radioactivibee: Can you not? Txen: *not the worst ten minutes of his life, but a very annoying one* queenjazzy: [chuckles] NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave leans forward EVEN MORE THAN BEFORE. He likes this event more than any other.* Chillsins: Oh look a butthole. Swoop: hole chronosmith: Can I not? maybe. But I certainly will. radioactivibee: [is very happy nobody's talking about death anymore] radioactivibee: Please don't agooddistraction: *stares fascinated* opatoes: I'm jealous of this universe radioactivibee: I haven't even talked to him about non-political topics chronosmith: Nothing to be shy about, mech. After all, Airachnid isn't. radioactivibee: ...Sorry, Smokey Chillsins: Shoot the magic beam into Cybertron's cloaca, or whatever. Chillsins: So majestic. chronosmith: Just look at how she openly moons over Ratchet! We're all friends here. opatoes: whats a cloaca radioactivibee: It worked though. Txen: Skylynx: *chokes at cloaca* Swoop: Cloaca??? Swoop: *is actually a baby, someone help* queenjazzy: If you're going to be envious of any universe, be envious of mine. radioactivibee: I forgot how pretty it looked when we revived it. NoodlesAtNight: [[Yes...]] Swoop: *where are his dads, someone save him* Chillsins: *Snickers.* opatoes: It really did.... radioactivibee: I'm really glad that was recorded. opatoes: I know! Chillsins: If that's what revs your engines... radioactivibee: Smokes, later, remind me to erase about ten minutes of footage from this. opatoes: It's a really good recording Swoop: Cybertron have a sun? opatoes: ..... I'll try to remember Txen: ((damn predaking looks photogenic there)) radioactivibee: Awesome. queenjazzy: Of course it does. chronosmith: Hm. I expected it to be... I dunno. Flashier. Swoop: Me Swoop go to Cybertron. It dark all the time. radioactivibee: It was at the time. opatoes: ...... opatoes: ...... Chillsins: (( Sure, Bee. Sure. ) queenjazzy: Your star is probably blocked out by dust and clouds. opatoes: I need to call them radioactivibee: Same... radioactivibee: I mean, I was in contact with Raf for a while and then... chronosmith: (9YIP YIP YIP)) radioactivibee: things, um, happened. opatoes: ... I don't know if Ratchet knows chronosmith: ((jeffrey combs!!!)) opatoes: I think he does- but- I don't know radioactivibee: Knows what? opatoes: .... radioactivibee: .............. Swoop: why them sad? opatoes: ..... radioactivibee: Because we never went back queenjazzy: The Autobots are leaving them to go to Cybertron. chronosmith: *okay he feels a shred of sympathy here. If you blink, you'll miss it* opatoes: are we terrible bee radioactivibee: Primus, space bridges are so regulated radioactivibee: Maybe? chronosmith: *he would be sad to say goodbye to a wicked little critter like Miko, too* Txen: Shockwave: *needless to say... his mind hasn't really been on the show since Soundwave zapped him. now that there's no distractions apart from Autobots being mopey about their pets... the wandering kicks into more active gear* FakeProwl: *it's very bizarre, watching aliens that actually like Cybertronians. ESPECIALLY considering that they're humans.* NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave sits back a bit. Ohh, he can - he can hear. That.* radioactivibee: That's it, I'm hijacking a space bridge someday agooddistraction: everyone's just dead basically queenjazzy: [she's just silently laughing at the Autobot's discomfort] opatoes: ...... Swoop: dead? who kill them? radioactivibee: Smokey, you with me? Wanna break Cybertronian law? opatoes: /Aaaand he's crying again when Optimus says that Tonight's gonna be fun/ agooddistraction: Who do ya think? opatoes: Yeah- yeah- let's break laws there chronosmith: *looks over--who's breaking the law now? Whirl is intrigued* Swoop: bird queenjazzy: [cackles, Smokescreen crying is always a good way to end a night] NoodlesAtNight: [[Do not forget - this is NOT the last of the tapes. Next week's is the most important recording of them all.]] agooddistraction: It wasn't bird chronosmith: Is it? queenjazzy: Will it make Smokescreen cry more? radioactivibee: Ok, we're gonna have to plan it really well-oh no chronosmith: What happens next week? radioactivibee: Oh no. opatoes: Wait- really? There's more?? radioactivibee: No NoodlesAtNight: [[Yes. There will be more.]] radioactivibee: We can skip that Soundwave, it's not important opatoes: ... does- does it show what happens NoodlesAtNight: [[It is ABSOLUTELY IMPORTANT.]] radioactivibee: Smokescreen, don't wtch NoodlesAtNight: *Visor flashes a blip of red* chronosmith: *peers at the screen* radioactivibee: SOUNDWAVE I PROMISE YOU IT IS NOT Chillsins: .... opatoes: Sounds- does it shows what happens closer to my universe, or is it different? FakeProwl: ((ahh, Bad Apple MMDs are my favorites)) chronosmith: *that mech is unfamiliar but Whirl is going to just jump to conclusions and assume he got Empurata'd, just look at him* queenjazzy: Do not argue with the host. Didn't you Optimus Prime teach you any manners? Chillsins: *No idea who this nincompoops are, would like it to stay that way.* NoodlesAtNight: *Immediately suspicious of Bee.* chronosmith: Nice antlers, pfft. Swoop: *rests chin on Bird and watches the adults, hoping for a fight* radioactivibee: [glares at Airachnid] Txen: *can thoughts be accurately described as both dirty and clinical?? an entirely new ground is being broken here* opatoes: /Oh! He knows this! Going to try distracting himself by danging!/ queenjazzy: : 3c agooddistraction: I'm gonna go hug my boyfriend NoodlesAtNight: [[You will all find out why when it is time. He is not cable - able - to show it tonight.]] agooddistraction: night, fraggers radioactivibee: why do you always make that face...... radioactivibee: Goodnight, cool Wheeljack! NoodlesAtNight: *Frenzy waves goodbye to Wheeljack* Swoop: *isnt sure who looks stranger here, shockwave or soundwave, but it gets several head tilts regarddless* queenjazzy: It's how I smile Bug. radioactivibee: .......don't call me bug queenjazzy: Make me. Chillsins: Bug isn't an insult. chronosmith: What about... Bumblebug? Is that acceptable? radioactivibee: No. Swoop: *fight fight fight fight :D* radioactivibee: Please. radioactivibee: Primus, just "Bee" is fine radioactivibee: Isn't that close enough to bug?? chronosmith: What about BeeBee? queenjazzy: No, because you actually like that. opatoes: Boomblebeoo radioactivibee: ...ok that's acceptable opatoes: Bobblebee radioactivibee: smokey, that is the strangest name you've come up with chronosmith: *snickers* radioactivibee: I'm adding that to the bingo card opatoes: Bee-Eff-Eff! radioactivibee: what???? chronosmith: What nickname would you give me, Smokescreen? opatoes: Bee-Eff-Eff! You know! The human term? BFF? radioactivibee: ............ radioactivibee: ok that's cute Txen: Darksteel: *bored of this name argument, rolls belly-up* opatoes: Prettyclaws? Whoosh? Wii-U! Swoop: .............. *pokes the belly* Chillsins: *How long is this anyway* chronosmith: "Pretty," no. We already went over this. Txen: Darksteel: *jerks up to stare accusingly at Swoop* chronosmith: Whoosh is acceptable. opatoes: Coolclaws? radioactivibee: Pretty? Swoop: Hi :> Chillsins: *Raises hand* I just call him Titty Boob. NoodlesAtNight: *Distracted very, very briefly from what he can hear radiating off his seatmate by thoughts of repainting himself. If only* radioactivibee: You are pretty though. radioactivibee: Chaoit: -wanders in to see more of this- ...not gonna ask opatoes: ... What? Whirl's pretty! chronosmith: He does, in fact, call me Titty Boob. I can confirm this. Chillsins: *Maybe that will give them some proper inspiration.* chronosmith: *antenna pins back and he glares suspicously at them* Txen: Darksteel: Oh! It's you! Long time no see, kiddo. chronosmith: *he is 100% sure he is getting made fun of* opatoes: Gunboobs! Gunboops! Clawesome! Swoop: Kehehheh! Me SWOOP, not kiddo :> radioactivibee: I vote Clawsome! Txen: Darksteel: Kiddo's a n-- ... you know what, never mind. chronosmith: *nods slowly; his wrath is stayed for now* Clawsome works. radioactivibee: Smokes, agreed, Whirl is pretty. Txen: Skylynx: I knew a Clawsome. He sucked. radioactivibee: That's ironic agooddistraction: *nods thanks to Soundwave and slips out of the room* chronosmith: Haha, you're a comedic genius, Bee. Lay off. Swoop: You Darksteel sleeping? radioactivibee: What? radioactivibee: I...wasn't joking. chronosmith: *just shakes his head* NoodlesAtNight: [[Greetings, Blaster. He's afraid you kmissed the season finale.]] chronosmith: Forget it. opatoes: Cutieclaws? Chillsins: *Looks ever so faintly annoyed.* chronosmith: Anyway, where were we? NoodlesAtNight: *Wait why the hell did I write season finale.* NoodlesAtNight: *You missed the last tapes. I'm distracted OOC too* Swoop: ((lololol)) Txen: Darksteel: Nah. It's a good idea though. *raises his volume* Wake me up when WE'RE finally on screen next week! radioactivibee: Um...nicknames. Chaoit: Ah. Swoop: KEHEHEHEH! Swoop: Yah, this boring. chronosmith: Oh, yeah! Finally! *looks to Darksteel* You ready for your big screen debut? Chaoit: I didn't think it was that late... Swoop: Me Swoop say more fighting. NoodlesAtNight: [[We will have one more tape next week.]] chronosmith: How impressed am I gonna be with you lot this time next week? Chaoit: I'l try to be on time Chillsins: *Not at all, if one's impression of them here is anything to go by* opatoes: Soundbabe Vapewave Soundless Wavewave radioactivibee: Crepewave? opatoes: Creepwave! chronosmith: Oh, I've already got the best nickname for Soundwave. radioactivibee: What is it? opatoes: OOH- I wanna hear! NoodlesAtNight: [[Don't you dare.]] Chillsins: Do it. radioactivibee: Which means absolutely do it Txen: Darksteel: *drapes back in a pose that's supposed to be elegant but just looks like a chubby posing ursagryph* I was born ready. opatoes: Say it and I'll give you all the shanix I have Swoop: PFFF chronosmith: *cl;ears throat dramatically* radioactivibee: Say it and I'll tell you how I missed Megatron's spark Swoop: You Darksteel funny chronosmith: *dramatic pause* chronosmith: Chatterbox. NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave's staring hard. Don't you--oh.* opatoes: Chatterbox? ... Aww. Txen: Darksteel: *beak grin* NoodlesAtNight: *Crisis averted. That one's fine.* chronosmith: *shoots Soundwave a sly look; you thought he was gonna say Hot Wheels didn't u* radioactivibee: Chatterbox? NoodlesAtNight: *YES HE DID.* queenjazzy: [chuckles] chronosmith: *HUEHUEHUE* chronosmith: *U GOT GRIEFED SON* Swoop: You Darksteel in videos next? Txen: Darksteel: Yup. 'Lynx and I show up next week. radioactivibee: Oh, wait, you're the two Predacons Chaoit: -how did you miss that 'Bee?- Swoop: *grins*Me Swoop want to see. You and SkyLynx not boring talky bots! radioactivibee: [not like he ever asked for names...which, in retrospect, was very rude of him] Txen: Skylynx: Not too bright in the bulb, are you~ queenjazzy: No, he is not. opatoes: Hey- hey- /Gonna offer both the predacons some more snacks!/ radioactivibee: Never thought I'd see you again after the whole "fly off into the sunset" trope. Chaoit: ((very much, bad 'bee, introduce yourself radioactivibee: .................Airachnid, just this once, I'll agree. Chillsins: *Was briefly distracted by...not Miko? But got over it pretty qick.* radioactivibee: Not one of my brighter moments. chronosmith: *looks to Windchill* I already nicknamed you, too. Chillsins: ....Me? chronosmith: Yep. radioactivibee: (( OH MY GOD R U N G )) chronosmith: *HE'S GONNA STARE AT U TO PROTECT HIMSELF FROM WATCHING RUNG DANCE* NoodlesAtNight: *Take that, Whirl.* Swoop: ((holy shit what)) Chillsins: Eh, I met a Rung once. He had a good zombie survival plan. radioactivibee: [optic twitch] chronosmith: *he didn't even do anything to you....* Txen: Skylynx: *snorts* Well, I can't speak for -your- us. We've met back up with our planet's bots a couple of times. chronosmith: Yeah, I call you 'Chill. NoodlesAtNight: *You gave Smokescreen more nickname ammunition.* opatoes: Ooh- can I have a nickname? I want one!! Chillsins: Oh YEAH. Txen: ((at least its not a particularly erotic rung)) Chillsins: *Makes the most hideous :3c face of all time.* queenjazzy: Annoyance. There you go Smokescreen. chronosmith: ((yes thank u soundwave for that smal mercy)) radioactivibee: [gonna walk over to Skylynx] opatoes: .... chronosmith: *not as much as he COULD have* Chaoit: I think 'Chatterbox' fits Smokescreen more opatoes: Am I really that annoying? radioactivibee: Um, hi. I'm Bee. Sorry I never introduced myself before. queenjazzy: Yes. radioactivibee: No Chillsins: Yes. radioactivibee: No Smokey, you're not. radioactivibee: ...Oh dear Primus what is this opatoes: ... chronosmith: Yeah, that's the point. He can't--or, well, he CHOOSES not to talk, ever, so it's an ironic nickname. Chaoit: You just talk. Alot Chillsins: *Takes this opportunity to POINT at Smokescreen.* Swoop: decepticons WEIRD Chaoit: Not as bad as Bluestreak chronosmith: Oh, here we go. It's time to suffer again. Chillsins: *Pay attention to him.* chronosmith: *takes a long, long swig of his drink* Chillsins: *And not the randomly floating dancers.* Txen: Skylynx: *lifts dragon-head and looks at Bee skeptically* Hi. And yeah, I know. I'm Skylynx, that lunk is Darksteel. You probably know Predaking. queenjazzy: [is just going to do her best to ignore the screen and the noise] chronosmith: Smokescreen... I don't have a good nickname for you right now, but the closest I can get is to say this: you remind me of nothing so much as a turbopup. Swoop: *decides to take a page out of Darksteel's book and hunkers down for a floor nap* opatoes: ... Not as bad as some bot doesn't mean I'm NOT FakeProwl: *oh look. dancing constructicons. prowl knows for a fact this one is not from his universe.* opatoes: What a turbopup how radioactivibee: Skylynx and Darksteel. Ok. And, um...Predaking's the only one I've talked to before. Sorry about that... radioactivibee: Smokey, you're not Chillsins: *Lowers his hand. Foiled AGAIN.* chronosmith: Hey, I didn't mean it as a bad thing, necessarily. NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave thought he might enjoy alternates of the group he got stuck with embarrassing themselves a bit* chronosmith: It's just the truth. opatoes: But how? ... How can I be a turbopup in a good way opatoes: WHEELJACK opatoes: HE'S SO COOL I'm pretty sure he can dance better than this chronosmith: Do you HATE turbopups or something? Chillsins: He looks...dumber than usual. opatoes: No! But there's a lot of different descriptors that can come from one chronosmith: ...That DOES sound like something he would say. About kissing himself. NoodlesAtNight: [[That's a difficult bar to reach, Windchill.]] Chillsins: Yet, he managed. NoodlesAtNight: [[But if anyone could clear it, Wheeljack would.]] Chaoit: You're not annoying, just chatty opatoes: /And he can't help but sing along/ Txen: Skylynx: *talk of turbopups?* I like 'em. Well-done. Bruin: *Specter will beep along quietly with this song from under the table,* NoodlesAtNight: *Laserbeak joins in with Specter* radioactivibee: ...more liquor is the LAST thing Wheeljack needs NoodlesAtNight: *Buzzsaw reluctantly joins after a moment* opatoes: where's the hallelujah located chronosmith: *snickers* chronosmith: I've never had a turbopup. Now, I have the best pet anyone could ever want. *drapes a claw over his chest* Killer. radioactivibee: ...Is your chassis a minicon too? Chillsins: *He's been filtering out all of the music for a while, don't mind him.* Bruin: *fine.. Spotter will whistle too, its too catchy not to* opatoes: ... Well, if you ever want another pe- wait, your chest is a pet? radioactivibee: Is it like Laserbeak? Txen: ((lol whirl these nimrods ruining ur moment)) NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave contently records the singing to distract himself from what he hears* NoodlesAtNight: [[Laserbeak is not a PET.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[And neither are the others. You will watch your language.]] chronosmith: ((WAIT WHAT. how)) radioactivibee: ...Sorry. Swoop: Bird not a pet > : / queenjazzy: Bug are you trying to make Soundwave mad? chronosmith: My chest is not a pet. radioactivibee: Sorry, Laserbeak. chronosmith: And I don't keep Killer in my chest. NoodlesAtNight: {{Bird gracious. Bird forgives ignorant Autobot~}} chronosmith: Killer's a space barnacle. radioactivibee: (( I'M SCREAMING OH MY GOD )) Chaoit: .... opatoes: A what Txen: ((OMG)) opatoes: ... You know, I dont' mind being a turbopup! Txen: ((THE SPARKLES)) Chillsins: *Just sits with his chin in his hand. Ignorance is bliss, silence is GOLDEN.* chronosmith: *BURSTS OUT LAUGHING* NoodlesAtNight: ((only the finest hilarious/awful mmds here at dancitron)) chronosmith: *hunches over his table and just. loses it* Chillsins: *He's filtered out Smokescreen too, that helps.* NoodlesAtNight: \\BOSS... BOSS, I THINK YA BROKE 'IM.\\ NoodlesAtNight: *Frenzy pokes Whirl's side a few times* Txen: ((show this to getaway, whirl)) chronosmith: *wheezes* radioactivibee: I wonder if I can convince Magnus to dance like this with Wheelie chronosmith: ((HAHHAA)) queenjazzy: [chuckles at Whirl losing it] Txen: ((bond over ur hatemance with cy)) chronosmith: *makes sure his drink is steady on the table and flops sideways out of his chair at Frenzy's poke* Chaoit: ...I'm not gonna ask Chillsins: I don't get it. radioactivibee: [watches Whirl, amused] NoodlesAtNight: \\...WELP, HE'S DEAD. I'M TAKIN' HIS WING THINGS.\\ Chillsins: *It's 'cause you turned the sound off, dummy* chronosmith: EXCUSE YOU. *lifts his head* I do not have WINGS. Bruin: *dang, the wolves have started to snore, probably time to leave* chronosmith: How dare you insult me. NoodlesAtNight: \\NUH-UH, DEAD FRAMES DON'T GET TO TALK.\\ opatoes: Can I have his rotors? radioactivibee: Oh no, Smokey, the last thing you need is the ability of flight NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave nods to Bruin. Take care of yourself, mech. You have too many with you not to.* opatoes: ...But chronosmith: I will absolutely come back from the dead if people start talking about wings I don't have. opatoes: I just wanna spin them queenjazzy: I'll take his chassis, that's where the good parts are. Chillsins: I thought you were already dead, Whirl. Chillsins: Dead inside. radioactivibee: And nest thing you know, they'll be spinning. On you. chronosmith: Yes, but that's a whole other thing. opatoes: Bee, I like being a grounder. Chillsins: Well, maybe. NoodlesAtNight: \\WHAT'S THE BIG\\ motions like the spindly pointy bits off his shoulders \\THEN?\\ chronosmith: *pulls himself up into a sitting position on the floor* Those are my stabilizer fins. Bruin: * yep, he'll just pick up the sleeping symbionts, one under each arm and the other over a shoulder and head out* See Ya'll next week radioactivibee: (( OH MY GOOOOOOOOD )) NoodlesAtNight: ((I GRABBED THE WRONG LINK but i'm leaving this on anyway)) Txen: ((oh no.... so cute)) Chaoit: ......... FakeProwl: *oh look, it's prowl's second least favorite person on screen.* Chaoit: -up and leaving, bye- Chillsins: Who are THESE saps then? FakeProwl: *he's going to deactivate his avatar's video feed until he hears the song end* chronosmith: Chromedome and Rewind. Crewmates of mine. chronosmith: Sappy old married couple. Chillsins: Well, those are dumb names. radioactivibee: Vigorous Jazz Hands. I can appreciate that. FakeProwl: *there. optics back on.* Chillsins: I guessed THAT part. chronosmith: You're in A MOOD tonight. radioactivibee: ...Is there anything you DO like? Chillsins: I'm always in a moody. Chillsins: *mood Chillsins: (( I can't type help me. )) radioactivibee: (( we all been there bruh )) opatoes: SONUDWAVE DOWNLOAD NoodlesAtNight: \\NERD SQUAD!!\\ Chillsins: I have to fuel when I get home, it makes things more intense. chronosmith: *snickers* Chillsins: (( HANGRY. )) opatoes: sounds come on how come you never click the ads 😞 NoodlesAtNight: [[He doesn't like viruses.]] radioactivibee: ...Smokey, do you click the ads??? opatoes: since when do they give viruses chronosmith: Anyway. Where was I. *stands up* Yes. No wings, anywhere on this frame. Not unless the multiverse turns me back into a bird, or into some other shape with wings. radioactivibee: ........................ opatoes: I always do! Gotta check what a credit report is radioactivibee: ............................... FakeProwl: *dancing scientists. much more appealing.* NoodlesAtNight: \\WHAT radioactivibee: Smokescreen, you're coming with me to the nearest medic so we can run a virus scan on you. opatoes: what NoodlesAtNight: 'S STABILIZER FINS FOR THEN? UH, OTHER'N STABILIZIN'.\\ NoodlesAtNight: \\LIKE. HOW THEY WORK?\\ opatoes: I'm fine! Why would I get viruses on me from human stuff? NoodlesAtNight: *Yes, Soundwave agrees. Mm, scientists* queenjazzy: [she isn't surprised by Smokescreen at this point] Chillsins: *Whirl is the exact opposite of stable what are you talking about?* radioactivibee: Because human viruses are just...uuuuuugh. They're not fun. Txen: *speaking of scientists and 'moods'* chronosmith: *steps back and shifts in place again, until he's hovering in alt-mode above the floor; he tilts himself to the left and strafes, and then to the right. it's trick maneuvering indoors but Whirl manages it neatly* opatoes: WHEELJACK radioactivibee: [watching Whirl intently] opatoes: LOOK AT HOW STRONG HE IS NoodlesAtNight: *HFFFF Could you maybe just - jUST - THINK A LITTLE... SOFTER....* chronosmith: Stabilization and steering, though most of that comes from my array. *swivels his rotors and scoots backwards, then forwards* radioactivibee: That's so cool. NoodlesAtNight: *Primus have mercy on him. He'll never make it through everyone's chattering.* Txen: *are you sure. are you sure 'softer' is the direction you'd like this train to go* queenjazzy: [she may or may not have swooned a bit] chronosmith: Yes, it is, isn't it? *absolutely unabashedly soaking up the praise* I'm a damn good flier. I've yet to meet someone who's my match. NoodlesAtNight: *NO. No. It's. It's a good train. It's just - a noisy one.* opatoes: .... that megatron's face is weird Chillsins: *Oh, he knows to tune in to this one.* radioactivibee: ...Is this Megatron's latest plan to take over the world? Chillsins: *Too bad about the scenery.* radioactivibee: Form a rock band and climb the top 10 list? opatoes: He's gonna have to compete with Jem and the Misfits NoodlesAtNight: [[Musicians do gain popularity with citizens.]] radioactivibee: Barricade? NoodlesAtNight: [[Yes.]] radioactivibee: Haven't seen that bot in a while, I thought he offlined back on Cybertron. NoodlesAtNight: *Frenzy sighs dreamily. God, he wants in that music room so bad.* opatoes: ... Rumble and Frenzy's faces are great here Txen: *he doesn't know he's noisy. hes quite quiet on the outside* opatoes: /Smokescreen's loud on the outside AND inside whoops/ opatoes: ... who's that? They're cute NoodlesAtNight: [[Beachcomber.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[One of the only Autobots who is exactly what he preaches.]] Chaoit: ((mun is dying laughing over here Chillsins: What, stupid? radioactivibee: And that would be? opatoes: .... opatoes: He combs beaches? Swoop: hippy :? Swoop: *:> radioactivibee: Oh wait, is this the one who's always on circuit speeders? NoodlesAtNight: *And therefore, one of the highest rated Autobots in Soundwave's optics* chronosmith: *scoots back and shifts back into root mode, landing neatly* I still wanna learn the guitar. opatoes: Hey- plenty of Autobots are what they preach! Txen: ((beachcomber is adorable. a friend of mine drew him getting carried off by seagulls)) NoodlesAtNight: \\RIGHT? I WANNA JAM OUT LIKE THAT.\\ radioactivibee: Smokey's exactly what he preaches Chillsins: ..Stupid>? opatoes: Bee, you're exactly what you preach! chronosmith: *nudges him* I'll ask Rodders if you can come over. Bring your bro, too. Something tells me Rumble's a drums kinda mech. Chillsins: *He's definitely in a mood tonight.* radioactivibee: Nice joke, Smokey. Moody, you can just...not......... opatoes: That's you, Chilly Willy Chillsins: *Can't hear you, Smokes.* Chillsins: I do what I want. chronosmith: *and speaking of which...* @Frenzy: How IS he, by the way? Still down? *he has no idea what is wrong with Rumble, but he DID notice* chronosmith: ((CHILLY WILLY)) radioactivibee: Just 'cause you can doesn't mean you should....... Chillsins: (( Frigid Phallus. )) chronosmith: ((freezy peen)) Chillsins: (( We've cracked the code. )) NoodlesAtNight: @Whirl: \\...YEAH. YEAH, HE'S, UH. HE AIN'T. SO GOOD. JUS' BETWEEN YOU 'N ME. YA BETTER NOT BE TELLIN' NOBODY.\\ NoodlesAtNight: @Whirl: \\HE'LL MURDER YA. 'N I'LL HELP.\\ Chillsins: Listen, that's stopped me exactly zero times in my life. Chillsins: And zero is, like, a small number. Chillsins: *Not quite, Chill, but you tried.* chronosmith: @Frenzy: Pfft, what, you think I'm just gonna--call him out? In front of everyone? I'd have done that the moment I noticed, if that was my plan. NoodlesAtNight: \\BOSS!\\ radioactivibee: ...It literally means nothing. chronosmith: @Frenzy: What HAPPENED, anyway? Is there anything... y'know. *he can do* Chillsins: Exactly. radioactivibee: ..............And that's a Soundwave. radioactivibee: Soundwave, you should totally do this. radioactivibee: Chilly, is it? NoodlesAtNight: @Whirl: \\HE, UH. Y'KNOW, HIS... ROSIE. THEY KINDA. AIN'T BIG SAPS TOGETHER. NO MORE.\\ Chillsins: *...Turns to look, at least.* opatoes: Frenzy frenzy frenzy I'll break my own arm if you get sounds to do this Chillsins: What. NoodlesAtNight: *Frenzy thinks REAL HARD ABOUT THAT...* queenjazzy: Smokescreen you'll do that eventually anyway. radioactivibee: For a bot with "chill" in their name, you really don't have any. NoodlesAtNight: \\...NAH. I AIN'T EMBARRASSIN' MYSELF.\\ Chillsins: *It's not Windy, so he'll at least respond.* Chillsins: Nope. I'm too old and crotchety for that. radioactivibee: Airachnid, don't encourage him. opatoes: Embarrassing? Aww. It's pretty great, though. opatoes: Starspider, I'd never do that. queenjazzy: [doubt.jpeg] chronosmith: *Whirl blinks, and then nods. Well* @Frenzy: Well. ...I'm. Probably better off just not saying anything. I'd probably just screw it up. radioactivibee: [begrudgingly mirrors Airachnid] opatoes: I figured Friendzy would be too much of a weeniebot to do this Chillsins: *Turns his attention back to the video. He likes the colours.* chronosmith: *only just NOW notices the screen* ... *SNICKERS* Txen: Skylynx: ....... *head starts bobbing to the music like a pigeons* NoodlesAtNight: ((*slides video part off screen temp lmao*)) opatoes: !!!! /Getting up and dancing to this! And will sing when the lyrics part comes up! He knows this!/ Chillsins: ...It's always Thriller, isn't it. queenjazzy: Did... did Prime just flash us? radioactivibee: ............. NoodlesAtNight: @Whirl: \\YEAH. I WOULDN'T DO NOTHIN' IF YA DON'T THINK YA CAN.\\ chronosmith: *sits down and scoops his drink back up* Chillsins: I see dead people. radioactivibee: [waves at chilly] Chillsins: What do you want? chronosmith: *bobs his head; he would LIKE to help Rumble, but he has 0 faith in his comforting abilities* @Frenzy: Well, if there's anything you think I could be trusted not to screw up, I'd try it. But thanks for the update. Chillsins: *Look here, Shockwave's on screen and he's trying to pay attention.* Txen: *...what are they stalking his danceverse alternate for* NoodlesAtNight: *Well, he was near their base, it looked like* NoodlesAtNight: @Whirl: \\GOT IT. LETCHA KNOW, HUH?\\ Chillsins: ...What is that beautiful creature? opatoes: ... who is that Txen: *danceverse alternate should work on his infiltration abilities* queenjazzy: ..what am I looking at? radioactivibee: what? NoodlesAtNight: *Points to the screen.* [[A Prime.]] Chillsins: His arms are as big as his body. I approve. NoodlesAtNight: [[And a Megatron.]] opatoes: OH OH THAT MEGATRON opatoes: CUTE DINOTRON chronosmith: I gotta say, the music that goes with these? Awful. Chillsins: *He's not sure he believes that part, but if you say so.* radioactivibee: A Prime that parties. I like it. chronosmith: Why can't they ever make these with good music? opatoes: ((Can you send me a link to this)) NoodlesAtNight: [[He doesn't choose what other bots choose to dance to. You are welcome to submit your own video.]] Chillsins: They are doing it to spite you, specifically, Whirl. chronosmith: I knew it... radioactivibee: What kind of music would you dance to? Chillsins: *Nods sagely.* chronosmith: Well, I would do that, if I could dance. Sadly, I cannot. Chillsins: *He knows. * radioactivibee: Everyone can dance. Chillsins: *Raises hand* I cannot. queenjazzy: Not to this music, that is certain. chronosmith: Oh, I don't know... if I were to hypothetically pick a song to dance to--*his tone takes on an amused note* Maybe something by Pink Martini. Una Notte a Napoli, maybe? radioactivibee: Can you keep a beat? queenjazzy: I can dance, but I don't do it to entertain. radioactivibee: ...Whirl. NoodlesAtNight: *AMUSED* radioactivibee: How about to Sympathique? chronosmith: *ALSO AMUSED* NoodlesAtNight: [[That is a good song. He would approve of your choice.]] Chillsins: *No idea who's talking to who, so he's going to admire the giant arms now.* chronosmith: Y'know, I figured you would, Chatterbox. NoodlesAtNight: ((all right, fifteen minute call)) radioactivibee: [has possibly shorted out bc now he's thinking about Airachnid dancing] NoodlesAtNight: ((get to wrappin heh)) Txen: ((i will look up sympathique later)) NoodlesAtNight: *Has actually never found an Airachnid.* radioactivibee: (( ok! )) chronosmith: Hmm. It's a good song, and I guess it'd be a fine one to do something SOLO to... but I like Una Notte better. radioactivibee: (( Sympathique is legit about going to lunch and smoking all day XD )) chronosmith: Better for a sort of slower, more graceful dance--not that I'd know. opatoes: 😮 queenjazzy: [dancing Airachnids are elusive creatures] chronosmith: ((IT'S a cute, sort of... rhythmic song, very point-point-point)) radioactivibee: Sure, Whirl. opatoes: ((I was trying to rip her model but the only "success" I had was with the ds game and apparently 3d models are stored in pieces on ds games radioactivibee: (( My french teacher used to play it every friday so it became The Friday Song Chillsins: I like this one. radioactivibee: (( OH NOOOOOOOOOOO )) queenjazzy: didn't it one time just come out as her torso?)) chronosmith: Anyway *streetches; he nods to Frenzy once, to reiterate his offer, and hops up* I'm out. Seeya, losers. radioactivibee: Nice to talk to you, Whirl. NoodlesAtNight: \\SEEYA.\\ chronosmith: You too, BeeBee. queenjazzy: [waves at Whirl] NoodlesAtNight: *Oh thank goodness. They're starting to trickle out* Chillsins: Bye, sucker. opatoes: ((YEAH that was when NoodlesAtNight: *Squeezes Shockwave's hand -hard-.* Chillsins: *He'll wait for this one to end, then go home and EAT.* chronosmith: *bobs his head at Airachnid* Chillsins: *Well, time to GTFO then.* NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave nods his helm at both of them.* Txen: Shockwave: *huffs* radioactivibee: ...is this radioactivibee: what i think it is opatoes: ((WAit no this is what came out when I tried to rip the models http://opatoes.tumblr.com/post/149401650678 opatoes:  http://opatoes.tumblr.com/post/149401650678 opatoes: http://opatoes.tumblr.com/post/149401650678 opatoes: so in the ds tfp game there’s this folder that basically says enemy, right? so you’d assume that it had all the models as it should but no they’re incomplete?? soundwave’s model in there doesn’t have... Chillsins: This sounds obscene. radioactivibee: i-is this iffudoudou?? radioactivibee: oh frag it is Chillsins: If I wanted to hear this I'd go HOME. radioactivibee: i need to leave now. immediately. queenjazzy: omg)) Chillsins: Which is, incidentally, exactly what I'm doing. opatoes: Bee? What? radioactivibee: do not look up the translation smokey radioactivibee: that's all opatoes: but queenjazzy: I have to get going as well, I have work to do. radioactivibee: (( REAL TALK i found a cover of this by Kensho Ono anD I DIED opatoes: ... I don't have to actually go home with you tonight right NoodlesAtNight: *He's got to remember this one for the future if this is the effect it has. Maybe he can play it in New Praxus to get rid of people following him around* radioactivibee: (( HIS VOICE IS JUST SO NICE BUT THEN HE'S SINGING THIS AND I CANNOT queenjazzy: [going to sneak off now] NoodlesAtNight: [[Farewell, Airachnid, Windchill.]] radioactivibee: no, you don't radioactivibee: bye everyone Chillsins: Bye. Until next time. opatoes: Aww-- CAN I go back with you? Chillsins: *With that, he gets up and leaves.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Goodbye, Bumblebee.]] You suspicious rude Autobot. Txen: *shockwave sends a comm to Predaking that has the predacon making a very unusual expression, standing up, and ushering darksteel and skylynx to their feet and back home more quickly than usual* opatoes: SIP TRUCKING opatoes: SIP TRUNKING GET THE LINK NoodlesAtNight: [[He's not sipping any trucks.]] NoodlesAtNight: *Tanks, maybe.* opatoes: I'll sip some truck Txen: ((i love this song)) NoodlesAtNight: [[Do it on your own time. Not here.]] opatoes: I'm gonna get back-- SOunds soudns sounds- mind if I ask you a few things later about your Cybertron's restoration? For reference for my Cybertron NoodlesAtNight: [[Very well.]] opatoes: Thanks! Maybe I can share some stuff I've found here? Don't know how much it'd help, though. NoodlesAtNight: [[He will see what you have to offer and decide. Then.]] opatoes: Fair enough. Night everyone! NoodlesAtNight: [[Goodnight.]] NoodlesAtNight: ((is blaster still here????)) Txen: ((idk lmao)) Chaoit: ((Blaster left when Rewind came on the screen NoodlesAtNight: ((ah! i think i missed that, my bad)) Txen: ((its fine! im terrible at rping in this format anyway, cro, we can move when ur ready to close up)) NoodlesAtNight: ((yep yep, this is the last one. i'm basically having a bit of ooc humor here with the 'stream over' thing)) NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave turns to Prowl and nods.* Txen: ((fdknfjkn)) NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): [[He has business to attend to tonight. Next time?]] FakeProwl: *...what's the nod for?* NoodlesAtNight: *FRICK Pretend that was text* FakeProwl: *ah. it's a polite "go home" nod* Txen: ((tbf it does say txt!)) Txen: ((soundys distracted lol)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Next time. Evening.» NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Company always appreciated. Until then. Bring Starscream, if possible. If not, share tape. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I will if I can.» NoodlesAtNight: *Another nod and a grateful ping* FakeProwl: *farewell ping. disappears.* NoodlesAtNight: *Turns and SO MANY LOOPS* Txen: (( *salutes and heads elsewhere haha thanks everybody~*)) Chaoit: ((what did my thing do? NoodlesAtNight: ((....how did you....)) Chaoit: ((sorry, my internet has been dropping like a mofo all night Chaoit: ((I don't know FakeProwl: ((is your universe, perchance, capable of budding)) NoodlesAtNight: ((LMAO)) Chaoit: ((I hope not NoodlesAtNight: ((don't worry about it... also, i think when all this prime documentarying is said and done, soundwave will cautiously prod boom over the datanet)) Chaoit: ((oh that outta be fun Chaoit: ((Boom's currently hashing out a treaty with his Soundwave NoodlesAtNight: ((oho. soundwave talks all around. or, uh. 'talks'.)) Chaoit: ((both Chaoit: ((telepathy and voice Chaoit: ((and I'm out before the internet drops again and does more weird shit. Later! NoodlesAtNight: ((night!))