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the-mf-bread-babies · 4 years ago

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– REBUILD III –

RUNAWAY RENEGADES

· COLLECTION 1 ·

“backstories”

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- VOLUME ONE -

Dennis, Aaron, Damon, Sawblade

It was a normal (or was it?) day. The alarm on the boy's phone rang loudly, and he woke up.

Two hours late. It was a Monday.

Too tired to care, he fell back down to his bed and went on his phone. He opened Twitter and was shocked to spot the #1 trending hashtag:

#DojaCatIsOkAgainParty

He rejoiced, opening it to find millions of tweets without any context. After ignoring various fancams that made him lose hope in the current situation, he stumbled upon a thread explaining the current situation.

“#DojaCatIsOkAgainParty : A THREAD <3” The first tweet twote, accompanied with four pictures: One of Doja Cat herself, one of Nicki Minaj, another of whoever becomes the next US president, and Lana Del Rey. What the hell is going on?

“As we all know, Doja Cat, Beyoncé, and many other artists have somehow been cancelled by Lana Del Rey within a week in May of 2020,” Okay… “This is due to Lana's satanic powers.” Oh, okay. Yeah, this was the same account who said that Avril Lavigne has a clone. Who was part of the CIA. Sure, man, whatever.

“At 3:56 AM today, Doja Cat had kidnapped [insert 46th president here] and escorted him to a secondary location. Then, Nicki stabbed the shit outta him. This has caused the America fandom to go insane.” what. “Lana was behind this. As we all know, she and Jessie J had hacked into The Pentagon and made Beyonce Knowles president, for clout.” what.

He put down his phone, questioning what the hell Stan Twitter was on now. The boy approached his cat, Sawblade, who was sleeping on the floor. Sawblade yawned dramatically and circled the boy's legs. He picked her up and laid her onto his bed.

“kwjdkwjjrjrjrkjwkjwjrkj” The cat purred. His phone buzzed. It was a notification from PlayStation Messages. He opened it, eager to know if one of his friends finally wanted to play multiplayer with him.

“#0.00 NULL$$ - Hello PLAYSTATION user! We at NULL HQ politely invite you to join us in making the world a better place one job at a time. Kindly go to this location and sign up for one of our many job offers! No résumé needed, only experience, hard work, and an interview and a fitness test! We hope to see you soon!”

Oh, a scam. He took a screenshot of the text, and then immediately blocked and reported the user, NULL000000. Huh, odd username. Whatever, he's not gonna reply–

One DM from Twitter.

NULL AGENCIES ✓ – @NULLhiring

“#0.00 NULL$$ - Hello TWITTER user! We at NULL HQ politely invite you to join us in making the world a better place one job at a time. Kindly go to this location and sign up for one of our many job offers! No résumé needed, only experience, hard work, and an interview and a fitness test! We hope to see you soon!”

The same thing, huh? This NULL guy really wants his money, he guesses. First Nicki commits manslaughter and now he keeps getting the same scam messages? It's only been not even an hour today and yet so much has happened. What next, Enya comes out of hiding?

“BuzzFeed News: Famous singer Enya comes out of her big-ass castle to collaborate with Nyan Neko Sugar Girls creators for new Apple TV miniseries”

Damn, okay, this is a dream. The boy wrapped himself in a blanket, hugged his bolster and wriggled around, trying to sleep. He couldn't, so he went back on Twitter.

jimin is fr**kin DEAD (@bangtanctwice):

“dont s-word me but like why is l/*n//a out of prison again. i thought she had the electric chair already ://”

illumi killed silva <3 (@hxhoverwatcch)

“ITSSB ACK !!!!!!!!! HXH IS BAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEEEEAAHAJAHAHAAAAA DJDJJDJDJSNDNFJDDJ”, followed by an edit of Hisoka Morow.

oikawa⁷ (@HAIKYUUUUS)

“man how the hell did furudate think a crossover w yu yu hakusho mp100 bnha kny gintama n hgtv could save haikyuu. it practically ended the moment they all ate that volcano w departure in the bg”

Kerry Washington ✓ (@kerrywashington)

“LITTLE FIRES 6 OUT NOW!!!! I'm gonna EXPLODE Earth in this one!!! I'm going back to the Early Cambrian stage!!!! Bye Pearl!!”

Internet Explorer Anitwt (@iloveboruto)

“Y’all Kurapika brought A SHOVEL to that fight with Uvogin!!! A Whole SHOVEL!!! 😂😂😂”

knas is canon !! (@moiiiraclones)

“guys i think bakugos a kurta..... think abt it.... red eyes... always stressed......”

vic (NOT SPOILER FREE!!!) (@myname_jeff)

“why is no one addressing the fact that jfk 2 is happening and like everyone involved has stans”

ray is ia rn (@cryptodorito)

“my dog just ate my dad ....... stan list !”

give moxxi another dlc (@TORGUEEEE)

“hey does anybody find it weird that gearbox just released borderlands 4 w no buildup At All. seems p fishy :(”

gerard's hand sanitizer (@raytowo)

“did mcr just do twelve concerts in three days. legends”

ceo of tanjirou (@hiskoamorron)

“pls stream jessie j now ;) or die <\3”

ceowo owof bakuwugowouwu (@bakubaby)

“yes, what i did was wrong. there are dogs everywhere starving and eating dog treats is not morally right. that said, (1/67)”

Okay, enough of that. No more. Please. Three hours have passed, and he's still very confused, if not even more confused than before. Is there some sort of event today that he missed? Why is every single tweet weird? Is all this real? Is he in a parallel universe? Is he dead?

The boy zoned out into the bedroom wall, thinking of all the possibilities of this happening. He was lost in his imagination, his train of thought splitting and exploding due to all the unusual occurrences. That was, until Sawblade voiced out her needs.

“YEEEEEEHEHEA” she yelled. She was starving, mainly because the last time she ate was like, a whole hour ago. Sad.

“Ye lah,” “Mew,” “Meow meow mew mew mew,” The boy meowed as he dragged himself to fill up his cat's bowl. “chyouooyoymeeeiielll,” he complimented, ruffling the cat's face.

The boy tripped over his Form 3 activity book as he was walking, a reminder that he should probably do his homework soon. He turned the doorknob and opened the door and he was shocked to find that his house…

Had been ripped in half.

He pushed his back against the wall and slowly inched along the wall towards the kitchen, staring down into the abyss below the house. The living room had a sofa missing, and the television looked like it was going to fall down any second. Furniture floated in the void below the floorboards, which was bent, with plumbing pipes exposed, as well as the metal rods holding the house together.

It reminded him of what Sanctuary looked like when it was floating in space in Borderlands 2. But instead of a city, it was a condominium unit. And instead of Lilith lifting it up, it was… unknown. If only he could gunzerk, or have siren powers, or be a ninja sniper assassin, or have a turret, or have a giant mech, or be super tall and have a buzz-axe. If only. But thank God there's no Mordecai. To hell with Mordecai. I hate Mordecai. He's the most straightest man. Ever. Claptrap is less straight than him. HANDSOME JACK is less straight than him. R O L A N D is CLEARLY less straight than him. Mordecai is the epitome of heterosexuality.

Thankfully, the boy reached the kitchen safely, but still very full of anxiety, and poured the cat food into a flat container, since Sawblade is so fluffy, her face can't fit in cat bowls. He emptied the water bowl, cleaned it, and filled it with filtered water, making sure it's slightly cooled. Sawblade likes it that way. As she cronched on the kibbles, he stared into the distance, wondering what his apocalypse name would be.

He grabbed a glass of water and a packet of muffins for his breakfast. As he ate it, he scrolled through his timeline as if it was the morning paper. Oh, Katy Perry gave birth to twelve kids. And Gowon killed X Æ A-Xii. With a machete. Ok. That's cool, I guess. Capitalism, y’know?

:DAMON @C0RR0Sl0N

“my house got sliced in half. im just chillin here w my cat sawblade. considering eating cat food. not influenced by any recent drama ok”

Send Tweet.

As the boy was eating, he noticed the front door to the house was missing. The entrance lead to what seemed like the side of the street. In a foreign place. The lamppost was unfamiliar, and so was the pavement design. It seemed rather American.

He peeked his head out, and lo and behold, he spotted a pet shop just a couple of feet away. The sudden shock of all this made him forget about his cat, an indoor cat, a curious one. Sawblade stepped slowly outside, and as she went into the boy's view, he stormed to catch her, panicking and swearing profusely.

Of course, this made her way more terrified, and she ran faster, and… into the ajar door of the pet shop. “SAWBLADE!!! DON'T!!” he yelled loudly as he stopped in front of the building. The boy paused, unsure whether to proceed or retreat.

“Russell Family Pet Store, since 1965” wrote a large sign on the front. It looked rustic, but well-kept. The blinds were drawn, so the boy couldn't see what was inside. The building occupied two lots, and seemed to be two storeys tall. A nice rooftop garden was situated on top of it, and there were painted-over remnants of many posters plastered onto the walls. The walls were now coated with light brown paint. This building was surely cared for by a variety of owners.

Although hesitant, the boy stepped into the store, his hands shaking. He could've probably pass out right then and there if he wasn't searching for Sawblade. He sneaked into the building quietly, determined to get his cat and run like hell right after. However, his ideal plan was quickly foiled after he stepped on a squeaky toy.

“Shit, who's there?” A deep voice asked. It seemed like it belonged to someone tall, depressed, and very angry about capitalism. The boy was stuttering, both from the panic of being caught, and also because he had to speak to a native English speaker. “Probably just the delivery guy,” A second voice assured. This voice seemed quite hard to guess, but it was surely a kind one. Very trustworthy. “Jed, is that you?” The kind voice added. Yeah, these two are totally friendly. Probably. Don't take any chances, though.

A figure approached the boy, and it towered above him. The 5'9" hulking beast stopped. “Oh, sorry, we're closed. It's Judgment Day,” the kind man said. Well, of course it's judgement day. Why wouldn't it be judgement day? “Wait, no, I'm an idiot. Martin Luther King Jr’s day.” The man corrected. “How the hell do those two even remotely sound like each other?” The first voice said, the owner sitting behind the counter, shadowed.

“M-My cat's here.” “Have y-you sa-see-sawn her?” The boy was actually very fluent in English, even more than Malay, but the panic he was experiencing kind of absolutely extirpated any knowledge of it from his brain. Really, dude? “Sawn”? What is this, Texas?

Fortunately the two were understanding. The man behind the slau– counter stood up suddenly. “Holy shit, do you speak Spanish? Habla español?!” He asked excitedly. “No, why would I–? I'm Malay, dumbass,” the boy retorted, then realising that he just insulted someone much older than he was and that was… kinda rude. “WAIT SORRY” he blurted out, sending him back into the panic that he was under when he entered the store.

“HUH?! No, I’M sorry, I just assumed you were South American just because you couldn't speak English!” The man yelled, apologizing loudly. Yeah, this dude's sure as hell white. “I CAN!!! WHERE'S MY CAT!!!” The boy shouted back, very confused at where his priorities should be right now. “Oh!” said the man in front of him.

“IS THIS HIM– SORRY, HER?!” The man asked, reaching towards the corner. “We, uh, found her just straight-up running into here. Which is really weird, since cats, like, don't do that,” he said, holding Sawblade. Senang cita. “YES!! THANK YOU!!” The boy yelled. Why is everyone yelling?

Sawblade looked comfy all snuggled up in the man's arms. “He… seems to like you,” The boy said jealously. Usually, he was the one Sawblade loved most. “I have ten cats, so,” The man replied casually. “…How? Even?” he questioned as he carefully took Sawblade from the stranger. “I just do?”

The boy still remained very confused. “Name's Aaron, by the way. Please don't call me Ay-Ay-ron. Just… please,” the kind man said. “Ok” the boy replied. “Mine's. Um. Uh.” “…” The boy thought whether to say his real, legal one, or the one he went with online, which he seemed to prefer way more than his real one. “THE NAME'S DENNIS RUSSELL. I SHARE MY INITIALS WITH A VIDEO GAME.” The white guy said, interrupting the boy's statement. “Oh. Good to know. Hi, Mr. Danganronpa,” The boy politely said. “Fuck yeah,” replied Dennis.

“And if you're wondering which one of us is part of the Russell family that's running this shop,” Dennis began, “Den, don't,” Aaron interrupted. “It's my family. But, my dad became a magician, and my dad's choosing to indulge in his gardening hobby here, so the job's passed down to me now,” Aaron said.

“G//ay Ass!” Dennis shouted. “Okay, fine, Dennis, since we got married last month, you're part of the Russell family, too, honey,” Aaron said. “Just don't–” “YEEEEEHAAWWEE PARDNER WELCOME TO YE OLDE RYUSSELL PEYT SHYOP–” Dennis yelled loudly enough to give the boy a heart attack. However, this was probably the tenth time this week he did this, so Aaron was just very tired. “Jesus.”

“Um, what is this place?” The boy was still very much confused on why there was a pet shop sitting in front of his house, which was ripped in half. “I just told you…” Dennis said disappointedly. “No, like, where am I? Why are you guys American? I'm assuming? I'm not?” The boy said. “Well, our pet shop's in Toledo; Toledo, Ohio,” Aaron stated, gesturing towards a pile of papers. “If you're lost, we have some maps, some phone books…” he continued, unaware of the current situation.

“No, I live in Selangor, so– Selangor, Malaysia, not Ohio, out of all places, God, no, and my house is right over there,” the boy argued, pointing outside. “Well, half of it,” The two pet shop workers stood at their places, trying to process what the hell this kid just said. “Like? There? Outside this gracious state that occupies the #2 spot for most arson cases in the US? That's Malaysia?” Dennis shot back, also unaware. The boy was a bit excited after hearing him mention the name of his country, but shook it off to further develop the conversation. “Yes. Somehow. Also, I really don't think this is Ohio. Too many buildings and I haven't seen any corn fields,”

“Didja know there's over 75,000 farms in this 14-million acre state? There are, ya just gonna know where to look :)” Dennis stated. “What the hell? That's way too many farms. How does… what…” The boy replied in shock, almost dropping Sawblade. “I'm sorry, what?” Aaron asked. “Yup! Lotta farms in the buckeye state!” Dennis replied excitedly.

“HALF?!” “Of it??” It seemed like Aaron was the only one there actually concerned about the task at hand. “Huh? Oh yeah. Not really that big of a deal, though, honestly; enough food here for thirteen weeks,” How the boy calculated that, and how accurate it is remains a mystery. “Anyway, how do state fairs work? Like, do corn dogs taste good? I've had deep-fried Oreos once, they tasted really good. Really love 'em,”

Aaron ignored the exchange by the two very excited individuals and opted to step out to see if the boy was right or not. In his head, he was honestly convinced he wasn't, but that was up for change. Hell, he didn't even look at his phone or the TV today, so maybe the kid's right, his house is snapped in half.

Oh, it is.

“Holy shit, Denny, come look,” he yelled, gesturing to his husband. “Okay! I hope the aliens aren't homophobic or anything! :)” Dennis replied, running eagerly to the door. “HOT DAMN!” Dennis shouted. Now the boy could see how they both looked like, especially Dennis.

Dennis was definitely over six feet tall, he had balding, spiky red hair, and his eyes were big and sunken, and had bags under them. Aaron, on the other hand, had only seemed tall because of his hair. Aaron was missing a tooth for some reason. His lower-left fang. That's weird. They were both sporting uniforms; an orange shirt covered by a green vest with the logo of the pet shop sewn near the… like the… the end of it but like in the front? Like the middle? But like the logo was on the side. Yeah

“I don't think aliens are homophobic. Have you played Borderlands? Lots of g/ay people, and they're all technically aliens. I think the aliens are g//ay,” the boy explained thoughtfully. “I have, at my friend's house this one time, but then I died and I had to, like, pay, so then I just left his house, man,” Aaron replied. “Yeah, that's fair, usually I just save and quit whenever I die,” the boy added.

“Wait, what's your name, again? This whole time, you're being referred to as ‘the boy,’” Dennis asked, breaking the fourth wall. “Shrek,” the boy replied. The two men nodded in solidarity. “Good name,” Aaron complimented. “It reminds me of my childhood, and good times, and Shrek-flavored Oreos,” he added.

Shrek paused for a bit, hesitant to tell them his preferred name, but saying it anyway because they both seem quite nice and understanding, also, his family's not there. “I'm kidding. Shrek is but only my middle name,” Shrek explained, “Please, call me…”

“Damon,”

Gender euphoria ran through his veins like that one time Thanos put on the infinity gauntlet and he was AAAAAGH, P O W E R,,, HNGGH, that but Yeah. “Cool! Hi, Damon!” Dennis said, watching Damon's eyes burn with joy. Oh, just saying, like in some more volumes, this little kid turns into a pyromaniac, so. Yeah. Watch out for that. This is Foreshadowing.

Aaron scanned the horizon, unknowing what the hell was happening. “Hey, guys, should we… go investigate or something?” Damon thought for a bit, but not too much because this thing going on seemed too random to properly scan and plan. “Um, I don't know,” he said wisely, “Did you guys hear about that thing with, like, Nicki Minaj and the president? Were you guys affected or whatever?”

“With who and what? Nick– NICKI?? THE PRESIDENT?? OF HERE?? WHATEVER THIS THING IS???” Dennis struggled to figure out what Damon was saying. “Yeah, she stabbed him or something. Doja Cat helped too :)” Damon explained, confusing the two even more. “Why?” Aaron tried. “I dunno. Drama?” “Heard Lana's involved too… but you didn't hear it from me, yeah?” Damon added.. “THE COW GIRL. HELPED NICKI. AND LANA. ASSASSINATE THE PRESIDENT. DAMON.”

- * Special Thanks * -

Snowball

Sandball

Gon Freecss

Killua Zoldyck

Leorio Paladinight

Kurapika Lastname

Hisoka Morow

(is that the correct spelling?)

Illumi Zoldyck

Kikyo Zoldyck (shes pretty, ok)

Kanamori Sayaka

Mizusaki Tsubame

Asakusa Midori

Pakunoda

Machi Komacine

Moira O'Deorain

Freddy Krueger

Sideshow Bob

Spy TF2, Pyro TF2, Scout TF2, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Yoda, Darth Vader, he's cool, Sheev Palpatine, Developers of the video game “Tiny Thief”, Mad Moxxi, Ellie Kurta (shes a spiderant. my theory), Handsome Jack (Not Really, Burn In Hell) (during the period of time between me writing this and me copying and pasting this, i have developed a crush on not only jack, but his doppelgangers too. help)

Angel :)), Claptrap, Dr. Zed, NOT Marcus Kincaid, Dr. Patricia Tannis, Roland, Lilith, Brick (ga/y rights), Zer0, Krieg, Tiny Tina, Tiny Tuna, Louise Bob's Burgers, Mabel Pines, Stanley Pines, Lazy Susan, Sheriff Daryl Blubs, Deputy Durland, Officer Spectre :)), Yoda Again, 2003 Honda Civic, Ray Toro, Lynz Way, Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Frank Iero, Linda Bob's Burgers, Bob's Burgers Bob's Burgers, Sans Undertale, Komaeda, Sombra // Olivia Colomar, Actually All Of Talon Bc They're Hot Af, Except For That French Guy Max, Torbjörn Lindholm, Torbjörn Lindholm, Torbjörn Lindholm, Spider-Man PS4, Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright, The Lil Psychic Girl, Uhhhh Mario Brothers

part 2 incoming.

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verdigrisprowl · 8 years ago

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Feb 1 Blurr’s Horror Stream - A Series of Unfortunate Events 4-6

Prowl is still enjoying this show a lot and wishes everybody talked like this.

(After the stream he went home with Soundwave to play with dominos.)

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Malika: ((Omg, I forgot this website exist XD)) Roadbuster: (( OH IVE NEVER SEEN THIS WEBSITE BEFORE!)) B l u r r: [[ HIIII ]] Malika: ((THE WHOLE FAMILY IS HERE-))+ Roadbuster: (( Mali u can sit in Roadie's lap or on his shoulder)) Malika: *sitting on Road's shoulder* Malika: ((decided the shoulder because yesss)) Whirl: (9WHIRL GONNA BE MAKING THIS FACE AT U BLURR ALL NIGHT: Whirl: http://i3.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/000/257/968/786.jpg )) B l u r r: [[ sTAHP ]] B l u r r: IS THAT THE PRATT GIF ]] Whirl: ((never)) Whirl: ((different one this time)) B l u r r: [[ JFC ]] Malika: (( HAHAHAHAHHAH OMG THAT FACE)) Roadbuster: (( This is roadies first movie night. dont weird him out)) B l u r r: [[ OH WELCOME TO THE EMPEROR ]] Whirl: ((BACILLY)) Whirl: ((if i could spell... it'd be a good day... ok lemme go get my dinner made and I'll brb)) Malika: ((Also for Mali- *rofl*)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ohoho i see there's a someone here)) Malika: *moving her head as she was dancing* ((Hellow!)) Whirl: *gonna trot right in--OHO WHO IS THIS* Whirl: *his capacity for expression is limited but his optic is curved into the gleeful expression that would otherwise translate into a huge grin as he makes he way to the Whirl Hammock* Evening, Teach. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave trudges in and parks himself on his usual couch. Rumble rushes over to his brother and is about to give him a huge hug when he remembers he's in public. He punches Frenzy hi instead.* B l u r r: / Here he comes. Skidding in at speeds not usual for him. Slides and smoke comes off his pedes. He looks AWFUL but he's hERE / Malika: Don't mind me and Roadbuster, if you want to hug each other just do it *and what was that fooooor* Malika: Welcome back Blurr~ Whirl: *whoop, if blurr wasn't here then whirl will not have said that BUT NOW HE WILL* B l u r r: / vENTS / B l u r r: Hello, cretin... Malika: *She smiled like the lil *** she is* Whirl: ((ok... we haven't written these threads yet but whirl WAS on earth with Blurr. Should we assume he's met RB, aside from that one ask?)) Whirl: ((What about Malika? :|a or would they have kept her away from this hot mess?)) B l u r r: [[ im sure RB remembers Whirl ]] B l u r r: [[ Malika is a recent meet for Blurr, so u probably didn't meet her! ]] Whirl: ((although whirl does look A Lot Different now that he's not in earth disguise)) B l u r r: [[ true ]] Malika: ((Do as you wish guys~ there is always time for meet each other 8D )) FakeProwl: *appears. surveys room; sits with Soundwave* Whirl: ((o7 i just wanted to know where we should be re: who knows who)) B l u r r: [[ yeh yeh ]] B l u r r: [[ lemme know when yall are ready ! ]] Whirl: ((i am!)) Roadbuster: The wrecker sat at the side with a cutious glare at all the others who had arrived. Cautiously holding a servo uo to keep the girl on his shoulder. " This'll be fun right?" ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pings Prowl. Is it safe to get comfortable or should he not today?* Whirl: *get settled in his hammock and is outwardly calm except for his ever-present "smile"* @Blurr: Hot DAMN Teach, way to go! Roadbuster: ((ready!)) B l u r r: @Whirl: :: DO NOT :: ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i am ready i think)) B l u r r: / making a face. He looks like he's been dragged through energon and dirt / B l u r r: / dusts armor off / Whirl: @Blurr: Do not what? Eh? Ehh? Afraid I'll embarrass you in front of your new beau? B l u r r: @Whirl: :: I'm not afraid . :: B l u r r: / aHEM. Waves claw at Roadie and Malika / Malika: ((ready!)) Whirl: @Blurr: Anyway, the only thing I said was way to go. *his optic immediately rounds into an innocent expression* @B: I'll behave. You know ME... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy stretches tiredly and blinks at Roadbuster and... a fleshling? Yeah, all right. Must be an Autobot pet.* B l u r r: / stares at whirl for a moment B l u r r: /* Malika: *She just stay quiet, looking at the guys presents there, waving a hand to everyone, specially to Blurr* Oooh this will be very fun for sure brobuster~ FakeProwl: ((ready!)) Whirl: *THE MOST INNOCENT OF LOOKS* B l u r r: Well, before we start... /ahem. Rolls a shoulder, cracking it in place / Roadbuster: * nodding at Blurr* Hey lad. B l u r r: Frenzy and I had a great time. FakeProwl: *it takes longer than usual to decide. but then he pings an affirmative and leans lightly on Soundwave.* Whirl: *stops silently tormenting Blurr long enough to zoop his neck out of the hammock and look a Frenzy* Oh, yeah. You've been away. How's it, mech? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Carefully nudges the back of Prowl's helm with one of his collar plates. Little less public than a full on helm bump.* B l u r r: In any case... I found what I was looking for. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\'S A GOOD TIME.\\ B l u r r: / slow vent / Airachnid: [peeks sneaks in quietly] Whirl: Yeah, Blurr always knows how to have a good time. FakeProwl: *a fleeting moment of almost-tension that he quickly surpresses. sorry. bit close to the neck.* B l u r r: / shifts and flops down onto the couch / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ah. He didn't mean to set that off. Next time he'll find a different way.* Roadbuster: That's a great beard i'll admit it! Malika: "What a niiiice guy" she frowned while looking at the guy with the beard Starscream: So how did he get the snake to bite the other human ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy waves up at Blurr.* Starscream: Snakes don B l u r r: / waves at Frenzy / Whirl: *he's gonna shoot one last "grin" Blurr's way--he's fuccin DELIGHTED you guys--and flops back to get comfortable* Starscream: 't seem very co-operative ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU SHOULD SHOW 'EM THE THING.\\ B l u r r: ... Oh, yes! /hops up and moves the chainsaw off his back / Hey mechs. B l u r r: Check this out. Malika: "Oh look, he is clumsy like me!" B l u r r: / rests the chainsaw by his pede and motions to his lower back. It looks like a glowing disk / B l u r r: / It is absolutely, 100% embedded into his back/ Whirl: *cranes his neck up again* Fashion statement? B l u r r: / there are sCARS ON SCARS back here / FakeProwl: *in return, nudges soundwave's arm. no hard feelings.* Whirl: What's it for? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tiny nod.* B l u r r: It increases my speed. Roadbuster: This is whatcha do with the bloody chainsaw? B l u r r: ... No, I kill people with my chainsaw. B l u r r: Thank you very much. Malika: *stares with a questioning look to Blurr* Whirl: *snickers* So what, now, you can go the speed of light? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU SHOULD SEE IT.\\ B l u r r: I can go much faster than before, plus still absorb speed. Starscream: ((blurr solves his problems with a chainsaw~)) B l u r r: K-Kyehehehheheh... It work-wo-works. /swats his helm/ WORKS. Malika: ((Definitely XDDD)) B l u r r: Pits... Whirl: *tilts his head* ...You all right? B l u r r: I'm fine. Roadbuster: Ya see there? The younglin is smarter than the average adult male? Sad Malika: I agree Whirl: The baby? The baby's the best character. Starscream: How can the adults be this stupid Malika: They can, trust me B l u r r: Most humans are stupid. Roadbuster: Because they're human. No offence Mali Malika: .... unfortunately Blurr is right B l u r r: K-Kyehheheh. Whirl: *now turns his attention to Malika* I've seen the big guy before, but you're new, twerp. What's your story? Starscream: Yes but the adults shouldn't be stupider than the children ItsyBitsySpyers: =They should smell him.= Airachnid: I think that is the common theme in this program. Malika: Age is not always important *replied to Starscream before looking at Whirl+ I'm a... uhm, the human sister of Roadbuster. He lives inside my house and we help each other against our common enemies. Ki Malika: kinda the long story tho Roadbuster: Well with a bloody name like that fer a reptile. I can see why it's bein framed Shockbox: ((mmmmmhello people I took a nap for too long.)) Whirl: *small snort of amusement* And does the human sister of Roadbuster have a name...? Or should I just call you "twerp?" Roadbuster: /glares at Whirl/ ONLY I CAN CALL HER A TWERP LAD! KEEP IN YER LANE! B l u r r: HEY! ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Poor human investigation ability must aggravate Prowl. Malika: HEEEEYYY!!! *She frowned much more at Roadbuster*.... Anyway I'm Malika *forgot to rant against roady* Whirl: *glances briefly at Roadbuster, somewhat annoyed... but doesn't rise to it, even if he wants to; he's not here to rile up Blurr's beau* Whirl: *so, he just ignores him. Please appreciate this monumental expression of restraint, Blurr* Malika, then. I... Whirl: *draws himself up and drapes a claw over his chest* Am Ultra Magnus. B l u r r: ... Oh for pit sake. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble giggles* Roadbuster: Yah got ALOT of nerve! B l u r r: / sticks a claw in Roadie's face / ShhhHHHHH. Starscream: It's like watching a room full of Megatrons trying to solve a problem FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Very much so.» Whirl: *puts on an Innocent Expression* Who, me? The Big M himself? Professional killjoy, Duly Appointed Enforcr of the Tyrest Accord? Whirl: I'm made of nerves, mech. Shockbox: *Quietly slips in.* Malika: Okay "Magnus", don't made my brother mad, please-- Malika: *and she was ironic by calling out that name* Whirl: We'll see, Little M. But no promises. Whirl: *he blinks. That was a wink but he only has one eye* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why would carnivores follow fruits.]] Roadbuster: / swatting the claw out of his face. averts back to the show/ So done with this! FakeProwl: Are all snakes carnivores? Shockbox: @Soundwave: Should I ask for a summary after the showing? B l u r r: / vents and flops next to Roadbuster / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He has never seen human media with snakes that aren't.]] Starscream: I would assume so ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[A good idea.]] Whirl: *settles again, peeping over the top of his hammock and watching Blurr and RB* Whirl: (( whirl rn: http://www.awesomeinventions.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/loki-hammock.jpg )) Roadbuster: /leans close to Blurr's helm and whispers/ I'm gonna fight a *** soon lad.../plops helm ontop of Blurr's B l u r r: / flickers optic. Reaches up. Pat pat helm with claw / Whirl isn't harmless, but he's just poking fun. He's a good friend of mine. Malika: *Funny fact is that she is listening both of them, since she is on Road's shoulder, but she is concentrated with the show* Shockbox: *Pings acknowledgement, trusting he'll get caught up eventually.* Whirl: Best. Character. Malika: What the- I want that baby. Roadbuster: You are that baby, whatcha on about? Malika: I don't fix thing with only my single mouth... uh. B l u r r: Teeth are perfect weapons. B l u r r: / taps his own / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage yawns and shows off his* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And Soundwave just silently agrees* Malika: This man is such a failure Whirl: ((NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE)) Malika: Oh! It's Blurr and me B l u r r: [[ LMFAO ]] B l u r r: ... That was not how I reacted to you. Starscream: Teeth are awful weapons, only for use when you are unlucky enough to have nothing else Malika: ((Sorry but I had to LMAO) FakeProwl: *covers his mouth* Whirl: I prefer claws to teeth, personally. Roadbuster: He's a terrible actor right now! Roadbuster: or Roadbuster: he's suppose ta be over reactin? FakeProwl: ((... did the stream die or did my internet die)) Airachnid: When you have nothing else, you take what you can get. B l u r r: He's a terrible murderr-rrrr-r. /rubs helm / ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i think your net died)) B l u r r: [[ nooo ;A; ]] Starscream: ((you i think)) Whirl: ((it's running for me)) Malika: ((It's running to me o,o)) B l u r r: [[ shall i pause? ]] Roadbuster: (( IT MESSED FOR ME!)) Malika: ((Pause pause)) ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird is nice and Bird knowing picking locks.}} FakeProwl: ((it was my internet)) B l u r r: [[ is it back for you guys? ]] Whirl: Also, Little M, here's a tip to hekp you with your every day life: Don't listen to a single thing he *points at Starscream* Says. Whirl: ((I'm still runnin! )) Starscream: Shut up! Whirl: As you can see, I am doing that right now, by ignoring what he tells me. Airachnid: Very sound advice. Malika: Ow... why so? *she is curious anyway, in fact is looking now toward Starscream* What have you done to him for having such a teatment? Starscream: Shut up, both of you! Whirl: See? Another ringing endorsement. Airachnid: He exists. That's what he's done. Whirl: That's about the long and short of it, yep. Starscream: I hate you Whirl: You can join the club, mech. Malika: .. Don't know if feeling bad for him or not.. *here an indecisive human girl* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[These human younglings have promising futures. If they can evade this Count.]] Shockbox: *thinking reptile-related thoughts.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY SHOULDA PUNCHED 'EM.\\ Malika: Of course the young ones follows the bad guy Malika: SEE BRO? I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE THEN! B l u r r: YOU shouldn't be following bad guys, either. FakeProwl: ... He's larger than them and he has a knife, why are they going after him. B l u r r: That's why you ended up in MY ship. Starscream: Because no one in this show is smart Whirl: Hey, you shouldn't back down just because someone is bigger than you are, and is better-armed. Fight em anyway! Malika: Ehy, first of all, you picked me up, second.... well, it ended well for Roadbuster- Whirl: *SNICKERS* B l u r r: ... Shut up. Whirl: I'LL say it did. Whirl: I'll say it ended well for BOTH of em. B l u r r: / flickers optic / IT ENDED Airachnid: You can always outsmart them if you have nothing else. B l u r r: IN GENERAL Malika: *Smiling again and again~* Whirl: *he'd high five you, Malika, if he could reach you. ...and if he had fingers* B l u r r: [[ is it working again? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Is fascinated by this background spy business* FakeProwl: ((fine here)) B l u r r: [[ mkay ]] Malika: *She'd do the same, if she wasn't such a smol potato* Airachnid: [it reminds of the war. good times] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Where are they keeping these?]] Malika: eh... who has it much more longer? Airachnid: [alright, that was amusing] B l u r r: / scratches finial B l u r r: I have more weapons on me than that. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes, but you are not a human.]] Malika: hopefully not hided in weird places... because it looked like they did ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They do not have subspace pockets.]] B l u r r: Hnnh. B l u r r: [[ do you guys want a break? ]] B l u r r: [[ before the next ep? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yes please)) Shockbox: (( a good time for shockbox to get caught up?)) Shockbox: (( and by extension, me? )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((let me brb and yes i can catch you up)) Shockbox: (( much appreciated. )) FakeProwl: ((brb, laundry)) Malika: I should watch series more often with you Blurr, they're kinda amusing B l u r r: ... Hnh? Whirl: *hops up, streeetches, and then trots out into the hallway to pace* B l u r r: / stretches out legs and arms. / Malika: I don't spend my time too much over tv-series... too many books to read and passing my free time by playing games B l u r r: I spend a lot of time, more recently. B l u r r: I won't have time anymore, though... Malika: Why so? A lot of works to do? B l u r r: ... I just got a lot of work B l u r r: Killing that mech came with a lot of reward. B l u r r: But the reward is more than I thought... Malika: Uh? which mech? Reward? Whirl: *tots back in and goes to lea on Blurr's couch* So, who DID you kill, anyway? B l u r r: ... Thundertron. Whirl: Hmm. Never heard of him. B l u r r: Never going to. B l u r r: He's dead. Whirl: *LAUGHS* B l u r r: Hanging on my wall in my trophy room. Whirl: Nice, mech. NICE. *swivels his helm to regard Frenzy* Did you knock off a good chunk, too? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\NAW. THUNDERTRON WAS BLURR.\\ B l u r r: Tore his spine right out... took a heavy beating, though. Malika: Oh YES! This soundtrack! ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[Where were you last?]] B l u r r: /vents and rubs helm. Makes a buzzing sound. Swats helm / ItsyBitsySpyers: ((and whirl HAS heard of him heh Soundwave mentioned him before)) Malika: .... *Hiding under Roadbuster's arm while listening how he killed the mech* FakeProwl: ((back)) B l u r r: [[ wb! ]] Whirl: ((whirl..................... probably forgot)) B l u r r: [[ is everyone back? ]] Whirl: (( 8);; )) Malika: ((wb!)) Shockbox: @Soundwave: I arrived just as the "authorities" arrived to assist with the snake infestation. Whirl: ((wb!)) B l u r r: [[ Roadie's net went pfft so he went to fight it ]] Whirl: *he "smiles" at Fenzy but Blurr's swatting has his attention again* ...you haven't seen a medic yet, have you. B l u r r: Yes, yes I did. Whirl: And I mean a REAL one, not PISTON. Malika: ((Nuuuuu unluckyyy)) B l u r r: Axis installed the upgrade in me. B l u r r: He said it might cause some problems. B l u r r: [[ OKIE is everyone ready? ]] Whirl: Well, be careful with your head, you might knock something loose. Malika: ((I am!)) Whirl: ((I am!)) Airachnid: ye)) Shockbox: (( soundwave is writing a summary of everything shockbox missed)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[And before that?]] Malika: ((Airachnid, a question, you're the same that roleplayed with me? o3o)) Airachnid: different one)) FakeProwl: ((ye)) B l u r r: [[ Spider friends ]] Malika: ((Aye oke, just wondering XD nice to meet ya anyway)) Shockbox: @Soundwave: ..I believe I may have missed an entire episode before this last one. Whirl: *that will be the extent of his fretting; instead he nods and makes his way back to his hammock* Oi, Frenzy--you gotta tell me about it sometime. The juicy bits! Airachnid: -fingerguns- hmu anytime url is rapaxregina for ever more spider goodness)) B l u r r: / vents/ In any case, I told him to just install it. B l u r r: I didn't want it to wait. B l u r r: Besides... I have an entire fleet. /scrubs faceplate/ I have to look... impressive. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THERE WAS LOADSA JUICE. I'LL TELL YA EVERYTHIN'.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave vents softly in amusement at the news station slogan* Whirl: *nods gleefully; if he had fingers, he'd make finger-guns. Instead, he clambers back into his hammock* Whirl: Yeah well. Be careful. FakeProwl: *also amused at slogan. snorts.* B l u r r: I'm careful.. Whirl: *LAUGHS* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[DAMACLES.]] B l u r r: / he is nEVER CAREFUL / Whirl: *TOSSES IS HEAD BACK AND FLOPS BONELESSLY INTO HIS HAMMOCK, GUFFAWING* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Like the satellite weapon. For Primus' sake.]] B l u r r: ... Whirl: *WHEEZING NOISES* B l u r r: ... /vents / FakeProwl: ... Nice shot. Whirl: *flops completely, offlining his optic. Feigning death* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[The human children escaped the Count human's marriage plot and were sent to a new human who cared for them very much and treated them well. Count Olaf appeared in-- Whirl: *Blurr has made him laugh himself to death* ItsyBitsySpyers: disguise, convinced the man to let him stay around, and murdered him.]] B l u r r: ... /crosses his arms and leans back in his seat / Malika: Why when I call for a taxy i have to wait 2 hours and they have it... right away? Movies.. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage pins his audials back. Running over a cat? How dare.* B l u r r: What I MEANT was... I can be. /rubbing his helm / Whirl: *miraculously is revived, raising his head* I'll believe it when I see it. B l u r r: / makes a face/ The installation of the upgrade was careless on my part. Shockbox: (( /WHEEZE )) B l u r r: [[ LMAO ] ItsyBitsySpyers: //That's rough, buddy.// FakeProwl: ((LOL)) Starscream: ((back)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((wb)) Shockbox: (( yeah wb. )) Malika: ((welcome back)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Holy scrap.// Whirl: Yeah, well, if you keep having issues, just. Do us all a favor and make sure to get it looked at? Yeah? B l u r r: ... Yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He needs a sign like that.]] Shockbox: *He pings a thanks to Soundwave.* Shockbox: (( screaming when you catch yourself in the mirror? honestly, me too. )) Whirl: Well... you've got a master plaque-maker in your ranks, Soundwave. Malika: ((XDDD when I wake up in the morning and I'm ill, lmao)) Malika: What a beautiful view... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Buzzsaw. When you have a free moment not working on that throne, please.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks at Prowl and tilts his helm.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: Prowl wants similar plaque also? Whirl: Throne? *looks to Buzzsaw* Who're you making a throne for? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Thinks it might be useful with the Constructicons* ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Not Thundertron.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEH HEH.\\ Whirl: HAH. B l u r r: KYAHAHAHHA!!! B l u r r: Part of him has become part of mine! Whirl: ...Blurr, do you have a THRONE? Malika: part of him.. and his throne B l u r r: Yes, I do. Whirl: Ugh. FakeProwl: Mm... No, thank you. I think my face does the job well enough. Whirl: You're lucky I like you. Malika: Yes he do, and it's kinda cool B l u r r: I made it... for Optimus. B l u r r: But, I brought it with me when... I left. Malika: that woman has problems oh my god. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Uncertain waver. Is he allowed to be amused by that?* Whirl: Well. Extenuating circumstances aside--UGH. B l u r r: /shrugs / FakeProwl: *tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth. he was joking. so yes.* B l u r r: I don't sit in it. Whirl: Good. Whirl: Then I've lost no respect for you. B l u r r: I'm a pirate Captain, I've no time to command from a chair. Whirl: Oh, my god. Airachnid: Is this Ultra Magnus? Whirl: Th--YES. HA/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Then as soon as he spots the twitch he will nod and huff softly* Whirl: *points at Airachnid* Either she's Ultra Magnus or his perfect mate. Malika: I agree she is Ultra Magnus in disguise Airachnid: Indeed. B l u r r: ...Ew, what is that? B l u r r: [[ THE BABY ]] B l u r r: [[ THAT FACE ]] Malika: ((PRICELESS)) FakeProwl: ... What's the Wesleyan semicolon? Whirl: (9SO GOOD)) Malika: That baby's face is my face when Ultra Magnus explain me things. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He... he does not know. Perhaps it is related to the Oxford comma.]] Airachnid: "Joy" and "grammar" do not belong together. Malika: Well.. it depends from people to people... I guess ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oop it ded)) Malika: ((Omg is black for me D: )) FakeProwl: ((ye)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it has joined the baudelaires' parents)) FakeProwl: ((it's in peru)) Whirl: ((ye sorry it die)) Whirl: ((i'm being distracted by my vinegaroon)) FakeProwl: ((what's it doing)) Malika: ((guess internet died for Blurr perhaps? :c )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it ain't watchin' ASoUE)) FakeProwl: ((yeah they said comcast is being shiitty)) Malika: //Dow!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well, while that goes on.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): What progress, Iacon? Rebuilding, learning, social - negative, public views? Malika: *she snorts* now I get why I hate streaming stuff, can happen everything. Like now. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Rebuilding is going... as well as can be expected.» B l u r r: [[ HOLA ]] Shockbox: (( hello. )) B l u r r: [[ now LS is screwing up 8') ]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I have informed the crew that was assigned to me that I don't have any idea what I'm doing, and since then they've been very helpful and instructive.» B l u r r: [[ SIGHS LOUDLY ]] B l u r r: [[ LISTEN HERE COMCAST. LS. ]] B l u r r: [[ BLURRS LAST NIGHT IS NOW. STAHP ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sits up slightly straighter in surprise.* B l u r r: [[ okay are we back ? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((back here)) FakeProwl: ((looks like it)) Malika: (( I'm here!)) FakeProwl: ((we cut off somewhere during mr snicket's speech)) B l u r r: [[ back more? ]] FakeProwl: ((close enough)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): This, unexpected. Prowl's stress levels lowered? Public notices improvement? FakeProwl: *wan smile* @Soundwave «I wasn't making much progress pretending I was an expert.» ItsyBitsySpyers: [[So the narrator *is* a character.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Going to record that smile even if it's not the kind he most likes.* FakeProwl: ... Momento Morris' Souvenirs. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ha.]] Malika: HOLI ***! Even this woman like Magnus loves weird stuff! Whirl: Our Magnus isn't quite this... eccentric. Starscream: At least she tried Whirl: *they have only one junkhound on the LL* Malika: Well neither mine is eccentric, fortunately Airachnid: At least she has more of a personality than Ultra Magnus. Malika: .....poor Magnus *she makes a sad face* Whirl: Eh, he deserves it Whirl: Ours does, at least. Airachnid: Don't bother pitying him. Starscream: She reminds me of my Demolisher Starscream: Insane B l u r r: My Magnus has no face... Whirl: And...? Whirl: *tilts his helm* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: Soundwave, pleased construction crew helps. Perhaps appropriate response: appreciative gesture? B l u r r: I wonder how he's doing these days... FakeProwl: @Soundwave «It's improved the work. I don't think the public's noticed that the pace has increased, but they're complaining less about me.» B l u r r: He's stopped looking for me FakeProwl: *glances at Soundwave «What sort of appreciative gesture?» Whirl: *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Safe cr--!]] Whirl: *Sunny is such the best character* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Good. The fewer complaints, the better.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //How d'ya know he stopped lookin' for ya if ya ain't seen him?// B l u r r: I don't think he's interested in me anymore. /scrubs faceplate/ B l u r r: But, I also don't think he could stand up against the fleet I stole. Whirl: Trust me, Teach. That's a good thing. Whirl: We could all benefir with a little less Ultra Magnus in our lives. B l u r r: Kyeheh FakeProwl: She's going to die. Whirl: Yep. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...What quality fuel construction crew given? Another question: This, first project together? ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's poking over a few small ideas* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It does seem to be a running theme.]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I don't know. But better than I have access to, I have little doubt.» Whirl: That's what happens when you get youself twitterpated. Whirl: Well. Siome of the time. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Captain Sham! Oh, he loves the language humor so much.* B l u r r: ... eugh. Malika: this guy... is worst than the Team Rocket Whirl: Oh lord. They're terrible. Whirl: They're the WORST. Airachnid: This is getting absurd. B l u r r: [[ im that seller ]] Malika: *she facepalmed for at least three times* Whirl: ((FISH HEADS FISH HEADS EAT THEM UP YUM)) B l u r r: [[ at work ]] Whirl: ((I SEE WHAT U DID THERE SHOW)) B l u r r: [[ I have limes. I sell limes ]] Whirl: ((MAN THEY COULD NOT HAVE CAST cOUNT oLAF BETTER)) Whirl: ((NPH is a damned gift)) B l u r r: [[ I KNOW RIGHT ]] FakeProwl: ((he is)) Malika: ....*her brain totally ran off because of the show* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Perhaps celebration required when initial project completed. Malika: OMG- the grammaaaaaaar Whirl: Someone put me out of my misery. Whirl: Who wants to kill me. Malika: after me thanks Whirl: How about you kill me, and then we get someone else to kill you. Malika: and this is how "a ship is sailed", HA-HA FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I doubt it'll be within my authority to offer it.» Malika: ..how am I supposed to kill you if I'm such an insect compared to your size? B l u r r: You'd be surprised. Whirl: Yeah. A single scraplet could kill me. Whirl: If I sit really still you can probably stuff a bomb in my vestigial fuel intake or something... Malika: Those cute things called scraplet~ Malika: eww.. no thanks, not into killing people randomly for real B l u r r: ... /makes a face/ What an awful name. Whirl: The ones from his dimension--*nods to Soundwave* Are ADORABLE. With the teeth? Whirl: Ours ae microscopic. B l u r r: How are they all so stupid? Malika: good question Blurr Whirl: This obviously isn't meant to be a hyper-realistic television series, Teach. B l u r r: [[ i love that that kid is literally the guy from Jurassic World ]] Whirl: It's, y'know, kinda darkly whimsical. Whirl: The incredible contrivances, themselves, are part of the humor FakeProwl: *has prowl mentioned lately that he's really enjoying the dialogue? because he's really enjoying the dialogue* B l u r r: ... He's obnoxious. Airachnid: Extremely. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl's position: foreman. If held on work site, small celebration: motivational move. Prowl useless if construction crew mutinies. Good leadership knows encouragement value. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Perhaps Starscream knows this too. Starscream: even Megatron knows that much, he doesn't use it, but he knows it Whirl: *is genuinely enjoying the multi-layered and very clever presentation of this show* Malika: ((Sorry guys, but I'm in need of lay on bed @.@ Mali will fall asleep or just be silent while watching the show. Have a nice time!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((byeeee)) B l u r r: [[ okie dokie! Bye Mali!! ]] Starscream: ((bye)) Whirl: ((Nice meeting ya! Have a good night!)_) Airachnid: bye!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird knowing this trick! Alternate did! Is fake suicide.}} FakeProwl: ((gnight)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I'm a foreman under house arrest. I don't have the authority to choose to stay after work, much less to arrange a party.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Patiently* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): That, reason Starscream contact suggested. B l u r r: [[ okay i shall end it here unless you guys want one more ]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «The workers under me know I'm under arrest too. They understand I can't give them anything outside of work.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Suggest photo opportunity. Share across planet. Whirl: 9(i'm fine either way!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'll go with majority opinion)) Airachnid: fine with me)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «And if I did receive permission from Starscream to stay late, that would expose to all of Iacon that I have more freedom to move than they thought.» B l u r r: [[ u guys r not great w/ decisions ]] B l u r r: [[ neither am i ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Vent.* FakeProwl: ((gimme a second to move my laundry forward and then i'm ready)) B l u r r: mmkay. ]] B l u r r: lemme know ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *If he could just - but no. No tampering with the population.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Understood. Soundwave will continue thinking. B l u r r: Ahh... /gets up and zooms across the room for energon / B l u r r: / zoom zoom / ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEH HEH.\\ FakeProwl: ((back. the dryer was still being used.)) B l u r r: [[ hallo! ]] B l u r r: [[ want to wait?? oo; ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU LOVE THAT FRAGGIN' THING.\\ B l u r r: [[ or are yall good to start? ]] B l u r r: ... /looks at Frenzy/ Guilty. FakeProwl: ((no need to wait, i have no clue when it'll be available)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... You needn't be overly concerned. Thus far, everything is progressing smoothly. It isn't fast, but I never predicted it would be.» Whirl: ((i'm fine for one more if everyone else is)) B l u r r: I do rather love it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks at him from one side of his visor and then the other* B l u r r: It's made me much faster than I thought. B l u r r: /zooms back over and flops down / B l u r r: I wonder what its limits are... ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): As Prowl wishes. *slow helm bob* Inform if decision changes. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I'll let you know.» ItsyBitsySpyers: \\PROBABLY YA DON'T WANNA DO THAT IN HERE. GONNA SMASH INTO A WALL.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\TEST IT, LIKE... ON A TRACK.\\ B l u r r: ... True. Starscream: That is a very distinct outline in the window Whirl: Listen to Frenzy. Frenzy is wise. B l u r r: I don't know. I'm not a racer. Whirl: *flops back completely, relaxing into the hammock* ItsyBitsySpyers: //I ain't never heard nobody say that before.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //I can die havin' heard everythin' now.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble glances to Soundwave* //Beat ya to it, Boss.// Whirl: *snickers* Whirl: I dunno, there's plenty of things I'VE never said before, Rumble. Airachnid: It's obviously forged come on. Whirl: *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah? Whatcha ain't said yet?// Whirl: I dunno. Various... colors. Whirl: I've never gotten twitterpated and said outrageously mushys tuff. *sly glance to Blurr* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pffftheheheh.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Like what?// B l u r r: ... I don't say mushy stuff. ItsyBitsySpyers: *She wrote it with errors on purpose?* Whirl: *innocent look* We're talking about me, not you, Blurr. Whirl: Why would you think we're talking about you? B l u r r: ... you looked at me. Whirl: I was looking forward. i's hard to tell where exactly I'm staring. Whirl: And... hmm. Whirl: *tries to think of something mushy* B l u r r: ... /frowns / B l u r r: I've no reason to say mushy things anyway ItsyBitsySpyers: //Have ya ever said, uh, uh... "Oh, my truest love, I'da thrown myself on a knife for ya, but there wasn't none so I threw myself on the berth instead?// Whirl: SNICKERS. Whirl: * add those Whirl: No, no... let's see. If I was trying to woo someone... FakeProwl: ((and now we've all heard whirl shout "snickers")) FakeProwl: ((we truly have heard everything tonight)) B l u r r: yes ]] Whirl: ((it is Done. the pact is sealed)) Airachnid: byotiful)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He knows of that plant.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He likes that plant.]] FakeProwl: Yes, we saw a musical about it. Whirl: *SQUINTS* I'd... say.. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No, no. That was an alien plant.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[These are Earthen.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...But he likes that one too.]] Whirl: ... Whirl: I don't know what I'd say. Starscream: It seems like every day for him ItsyBitsySpyers: //Aw, c'mon. Ya gotta know somethin'. What's - what's somethin' you'd wanna get told?// Whirl: *thinks again* ItsyBitsySpyers: //'N you too, Blurr. I wanna hear this.// Whirl: I guess... 'You fight good?'" Whirl: ((line picked from Mulan on purpose)) Whirl: Or wait, no. No. 'You kick some SERIOUS aft.' ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SOUNDS GOOD T' ME.\\ B l u r r: ... What? Whirl: Okay, wait, o. I've got it. If someone was trying to woo me, this is what they'd need to say--you ready? You ready for this? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Mush, Blurr. I wanna hear it. 'N yeah, I'm ready.// B l u r r: ... /makes a face/ I don't... I don't know. Whirl: *deep breath* Whirl: Killer moves. Whirl: That's my signal. Whirl: And, pfft, how do you not know, Blurr? *I* have an excuse. You don't Airachnid: Do you mean in actual fighting... or by dance? Because I am not too bad at either. Whirl: We-ell... I don't DANCE... *A LIE* But mostly fighting. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble throws his hands up in the air. How is HE the mushiest bot in this room?* Whirl: *WHIRL HAS NEVE BEEN IN A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP U GOTTA GIVE HIM A DAMN BREAK* Airachnid: [trust me you do not want to flirt with Airachnid] Whirl: *you underestmate whirl* Whirl: *he MIGHT, Airachnid... he might* B l u r r: ... I don't know what tosay. Airachnid: [and she will not mind that] B l u r r: / crosses arms over his chassis / Whirl: *it would end in blood. But that might not be a bad thing* Airachnid: [that's a good thing, for her] B l u r r: /vents/ B l u r r: / thinking/ ... B l u r r: /waves claw/ I don't know what to say. I have nothing to say. FakeProwl: ((i appreciate u, moby dick fanboy)) Whirl: *ah, he's back. and still so bad with his claws. MEMORIES~* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Airachnid? Prowl? Nobody?// ItsyBitsySpyers: *He shakes his helm* B l u r r: Well, I mean... FakeProwl: What? *wasn't paying attention* Whirl: Hey, I told you mine. Whirl: *blinks at* B l u r r: It depends on what you'd want me to say. B l u r r: Mushy isn't... descriptive. Whirl: Was that not GOOD enough? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Naw, you're excused. Ya got somethin'.// Whirl: *nods; GOOD* Whirl: *He happens to think "killer moves" is VERY romantic* Airachnid: [likewise] B l u r r: / vents. / ItsyBitsySpyers: //I was testin' how good you big fraggers is at mushin' at some mech.// Whirl: I'm sure that when I do it I'll be okay. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LMAO THE BABY)) Whirl: I've not tried yet. Whirl: ((THE BABY)) B l u r r: [[ the baby jfc ]] FakeProwl: Oh. ... I'm awful. B l u r r: ... I can be poetic at the best of times. Whirl: So you SAY, and yet I know you've landed at least TWO. Pfft. Whirl: *gestures to Soundwave* Airachnid: Mainly, mecha flirt with ME first and try to impress me. B l u r r: ... what? Whirl: Clearly--*dryly* ou're doing SOMETHING right, prowl./ Whirl: ((wow my typing is horrible. forgive me. i got into the rum)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((thiiiis backfired on me)) Whirl: ((as per usual)) Whirl: ((HAHAHA)) Whirl: ((you thought whirl would just gloat over Blurr's relationship... PLOT TWIST EVERYBODY'S ON BLAST TONIGHT)) FakeProwl: I can assure you, it's not mush. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Poetic? Yeah? Ya remember any?// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy gives Airachnid a thumb up. THat's the way to do it.* B l u r r: ... I remember plenty. Whirl: Mushy ENOUGH Airachnid: [she appreciates the gesture Frenzy] Whirl: All you mecha are mushy in SOME way. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage snorts.* Whirl: Even you, Airachnid. I seen the way you look at those videos of ratchet* Airachnid: [she wants to be mad, but he has a point] Whirl: *sly look* Airachnid: What can I say? He's charming. At least the one I'm courting. B l u r r: Like when I told JT that his optics burned into me like the smelting pit, eating my polymer through and melting my wiring. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ha! Ya *do* got somethin'.// Airachnid: Well, he wooed me first. Whirl: *clicks his claws in the closest approximation of a fingr gun* Mech, allow me to wish you the best of luck. Whirl: *to Airachnid, of course* Whirl: And yeah, teach, that ain't bad. B l u r r: ... /pulls leg up. Props chin on his knee/ B l u r r: My best comes out with Optimus Prime, I suppose. B l u r r: / dims optic/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble pings the Boss an apology for getting them dragged in. Soundwave forwards it to the appropriate party.* Whirl: Optimus... was. Whirl: Interesting. *optic contracts* FakeProwl: *small nod* B l u r r: They all were interesting at some point... Whirl: *pauses; has he playfully tormented everyone in the room over their romanic relations yet? Every one he knows of, at least* Whirl: *settles in, satisfied; his work is done* B l u r r: [[ A JET SKI ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble wisely does not mention his own.* Whirl: *he knows about Frenzy's... I don't think he kniws about Rumble's. YET* FakeProwl: ... she could hsave saved the children a load of trouble by ripping off the bottom of the letter before faking her death. Whirl: *fo the record. everyone here has permission to turn the tables, if the opportunity arises* Whirl: *if whirl gets twitter[ated he'll take his medicine gracefully* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yet another incompetent elder human.]] Starscream: As in sword of damoclese Starscream: hmmm Whirl: *perks up* Whirl: *do we get to see leeches devour someone* FakeProwl: ... Why didn't she tell them she ate a banana?! They could have spared an hour. Whirl: ... Whirl: Aww!~ Whirl: They're precious! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What lovely maws.]] Whirl: I know, right? Airachnid: How adorable. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They remind him of the drillers.]] Whirl: Also precious. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...If drillers were wiggling flesh creatures.]] Whirl: *a very insightful little line there* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i fell into a coughing fit what did i miss)) B l u r r: ... what a romantic pair. / vents/ FakeProwl: ((they caught the attention of a ferry)) Whirl: ((r u ok dude?:<)) FakeProwl: ((their parents are overhead in a plane but missed them)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((allergies/cold)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg so their parents aren't dead?)) Whirl: ((*pats u*)) B l u r r: [[ their parents are alive! ]] FakeProwl: ((that was in like episode 2. the people who escaped jail, ended up coming out of a door next to a waterfall, and got in a brawl in a peruvian bar were their parents)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i missed hearing that was who they were aaaaah)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\PUNCH HIS LIGHTS OUT\\ Whirl: Do it!\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\STUFF A MUFFIN IN HIS MOUTH 'N SHOVE HIM IN THE WATER\\ FakeProwl: Stop ranting at him and do something before he shoves you off the boat. B l u r r: Kill him, you slagger. Whirl: Strangle him! Whirl: Bust his teeth out! Whirl: Take that match and shove it in his eye! B l u r r: ... /makes a face / Whirl: Wasted opportunity. Whirl: So... Whirl: Magnus Schmagnus. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\RULES SCHMULES.\\ Whirl: Hell yeah! ItsyBitsySpyers: \\...I LIKE IT.\\ Whirl: Frenzy. Mech. I missed you. B l u r r: Oh for pit sake. B l u r r: I had to deal with this the whole time Whirl: *snickers* FakeProwl: ... Look at that. They're absorbing educational TV. B l u r r: / doesn't sound too disappointed / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy looks horrified by Prowl's comment* Whirl: *we learned good* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\EDUCATIONAL TV, SCHMEDUCATIONAL TV.\\ Whirl: HAHA! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy giggles and holds his hands out to Blurr and Whirl for slapping* B l u r r: / slaps his hand all the same / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave just gives his helm a little shake* Airachnid: It's impossible. Whirl: *aps his claw into Frenzy's palm* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Wait. Is that true?// B l u r r: He's useless... B l u r r: [[ okay and next stream will be last 2 eps ]] Whirl: *stretches* Whirl: Thanks, Blurr. I missed some of this series, but it's pretty all right. Whirl: @Blurr: And once again... congrats, mech. Whirl: *outwardly he looks like he's nonchalantly clambering out of his hammock* @BLurr: I'm happy for ya. I mean it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave stretches his legs and gives the avatar a quick squeeze with his free arm in case Prowl's about to flicker out.* B l u r r: / makes a face / ItsyBitsySpyers: *The minis slowly rouse themselves too - Frenzy slower than most, as worn out as he is - and slowly make their way toward his couch* B l u r r: @Whirl: :: ... It's complicated. :: FakeProwl: *takes hand and squeezes back* Whirl: @Blurr: Complicated is still SOMETHING, mech. I'm sureyou'll work it out. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Appreciative ping* Whirl: *pauses; he was forced to think about... certain things, this evening, even in jest. It put some stuff into perspective* B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: It isn't... it's different. :: Whirl: @Blurr: Hey. It's SOMETHING. Not all of us are that lucky, mech. At least you've go SOMEONE. Whirl: @Blurr: Fight for him. *affectionately* idiot. B l u r r: / just makes a face. Scrubs faceplate / B l u r r: / looks a lt more tired than before / B l u r r: *lot B l u r r: @Whirl: :: Fight who... there's no one to fight. :: Whirl: @Blurr: Not who. What. B l u r r: / confused noise. Buries helm in claws / Whirl: @Blurr: Look--I've sene you two. Out there on Earth. Lord, I can't believe I gotta be mushy on YOUR behalf--just. Don't let it go, all right? Whirl: @Blurr: some of us never had a chance. Don't waste yours. B l u r r: / more noises / B l u r r: @Whirl: :: We weren't friends on Earth... we just became friends. :: Whirl: @Blurr: And? B l u r r: @ Whirl: : That's all it was supposed to be. :: B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: I drew the line right there, in the dirt. I drew the line and said it was friends. We were friends. :: Whirl: @Blurr: Pfft. Whirl: @Blurr: Look, even I can see that's all wishful thinking. B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: It's complicated ... :: B l u r r: / drags claws down face / Whirl: @Blurr: So make it simple, stupid! God, I don;'t understand you people at all. Whirl: @Blurr: You get something, and then you have to make OBSTACLES for yourselves. So stupid.' Airachnid: [is going to sneak off now, she does wave at Whirl though before departing] Whirl: *bobs his head cordially* B l u r r: @Whirl: :: I didn't make the obstacle... it's just- nevermind. :: B l u r r: / looks worn out / Whirl: @Blurr: No. You're just being stubborn. B l u r r: / and a little spaced out / B l u r r: @Whirl: ::... Nevermind. :: B l u r r: / twitches claws/ @Whirl: :: It's nothing. We're fine. :: Whirl: *even if Blurr seems worn out, Whirl doesn't relent* @Blurr: You can nevermind me all you want, but here's the bottom line: I see what's going on. And if you wanna walk away, fine. Do it. Whirl: @Blurr: But don't you dare blame anyone but yourself, idiot. Not everyone has the chance you do; some of us never will. B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: What if the chance I take is based on something else? :: Whirl: @Blurr: Makes no god damn difference, if you ask me. B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: I know who he is. I know who Roads was. What if my faulty processor can't tell the difference? What if I don't know what I want from THIS one.:: Whirl: @Blurr: Who CARES? B l u r r: / rubbing his temples /@Whirl: :: /I/ CARe. Whirl: @Blurr: if he's happy anf you're happy, who CARES? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Rest needed or projection at Soundwave's possible? B l u r r: / mumbling to himself. / @ Whirl: :: I don't replace people. I won't replace Roads... I can't. :: Whirl: *Whirl cycles a sigh, but that;s the only visible sign of exasperation* ... @Blurr: Okay. Full disclosure: I understand that bit. A little. Whirl: @Blurr: Getting... close to someone. And then being faced with their alternate. I get that. it's... weird. B l u r r: / scrubbing faceplate/ Whirl: @Blurr: But what's happened isn't gonna UN-happen anytime soon. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I could come over for a little bit.» B l u r r: @Whirl: :: ... I know it won't. :: Whirl: @Blurr: So just roll with what you've GOT. If things were as good as you say they were, then he'd want you to be happy, right? That's usually the way things work. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Lights glow just a tad brighter. He's pleased as pit.* Whirl: @Blurr:Nobody's asking you to replace anything. Everything' s AL;READY different. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Come. Dominoes received. Plan needed for future project. B l u r r: @ Whirl: I don't know. Whirl: @Blurr: Well, if you let it go, it's your fault, and nobody else's, Teach. B l u r r: @ Whirl: I never said that I was letting go... /drags claws down his face. VENTS loudly / Whirl: @Blurr: But regardless of whether or not HE'S here necxt week, you're gonna see MY sorry face. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Carefully extricates himself and lets the minis dock. He'll ping when it's all right to patch in.* Whirl: *he's not good at this; he's tyring but he's very very bad at this* B l u r r: ... /just gets up. twitches finials/ ...I'm tired. Whirl: get some shuteye, Teach. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Is that so. Then by all means, I ought to assist.» Whirl: @Blurr: Look. Maybe comm me in the morning? B l u r r: / waves claw a little/ ... B l u r r: @Whirl: ::... Yeah. Sounds good. :: Whirl: @Blurr: All right. I'm obviously... ot good at this but still. Whirl: *bobs his head* Seeya, losers! B l u r r: @ Whirl: No... it's okay. Thanks. FakeProwl: *sits up straighter* @Soundwave «I'll let the Constructicons know I'll be up late.» *a farewell ping, and flickers out.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sharp nod and a ping of gratitude. Then one of farewell for Whirl and Blurr before he makes his escape* B l u r r: / lifts claw. Waves . Zoom zooms the fack out of the room / Whirl: *bobs his helm to Siundwave's retreating form* Whirl: ... Whirl: *HE'S THE LAST ONE HERE* Whirl: ...................*briefly contemplates leavin graffiti* ItsyBitsySpyers: *DO IT* B l u r r: / yes do it/ Whirl: *he COULD write "praise heqet"... but no. Whirl will just leave, alone* Whirl: *maybe next time* FakeProwl: ((follow rumble's example)) FakeProwl: ((write "ultra magnus was here")) Whirl: ((excuse u whirl has a fine tradition of writing "whirl wuz here")) Whirl: ((but................... maybe next time))

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Jan 11 Blurr’s Horror Stream - I Am Not a Serial Killer

Drift helped zip-tie people together.

Also, he finally gave Blurr the coordinates to his alternate and Ratchet, so Blurr can pass them on to Tarn to kill.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Drift: *drift has arrived Early As Hell tonight* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave and the group nod to Drift from his couch.* B l u r r: / here he comes, stumbling in and hopping on a mangled leg / Whirl: *trotting right behind him, keeping a close eye on Blurr in case he topples* Drift: ... Good mission? Whirl: *also, he looks next to nothing like himself. Also there is just a straight up hole punched in his side. Just right through him* Drift: *so, REALLY good mission* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave leans back slightly at the sight of you two.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why are you not both in the medbay?]] B l u r r: / hops a little and tries to step on his pede / It wasn't even a mission Drift: Heroic rescue trip. Whirl: Hell yeah it went well! B l u r r: Not a hero /hisses and yanks some wiring out of his leg / Drift: *starts rummaging around in his pockets. He's got a hole punch and zip ties somewhere.* Whirl: And we're fine, we're fine. We're on the ship, that's good enough. Drift: Don't, don't—leave that in there. It's supposed to be on the inside. B l u r r: *it's B l u r r: It's hurting. So, t's coming out. Whirl: Oh, no, don't let him fool you. He's a hero. He's a COMPLETE hero. One undred percent. B l u r r: .. /hisses at Whirl / Drift: It'll hurt more if you tug on it. B l u r r: ... /sulks / ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEY! YOU LISTEN TO 'IM. DON'T BE PULLIN' THAT SCRAP OUT.\\ Whirl: *rattles his long new rotors in reply. He isn't even slighlty admonished* B l u r r: / rolls optic and moves to sit down. Flops. / ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY AIN'T HURT YA BAD ENOUGH FOR RIPPIN' IT OUT THEIR OWN SELVES, THEY DON'T GET YA DOIN' IT FOR 'EM.\\ Whirl: Listen to Frenzy, Teach. Besides, the less you rip up now, the more HE gets to step on. Whirl: *sly look* If you know what I mean. Drift: Frenzy, you wanna come help patch him up? I can close the holes up. *holds up zip ties* B l u r r: ... /gets an odd expression/ Pits I just want him to crush my throat with his servo... Drift: *looks at Whirl* You're not getting out of getting patched up too. Whirl: *SNICKERS and pats Blurr's shoulder with one huge claw* I know, Teach. I know. B l u r r: / grumbles / We have yet to find him... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy "mutters" something about crushing something else if these two get filled with rust and goes to help Drift* Airachnid: [sneaks in] Whirl: *waves Drift off, turning to approach his hammock dubiously. He's still not 100% adjusted to all this new armor and doesn't trust his balance* I'll be fine. Just get me a sock or something. Shockbox: /he arrives at last. anyone who knew him well enough could tell from the way he moved that he was exhausted, but damn if he wasn't going to get his weekly dose of human media enrichment. Whirl: *bobs his head to Airachnid--though she might not present recognize Whirl, as he looks Extremely Different* B l u r r: / waves a claw at Airachnid / Drift: Oh no. I'm patching you up. You've got a gaping hole. B l u r r: /snickers at Whirl / Drift: ((it's still spinning for me. why..... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave bobs his helm at the small Shockwave.* B l u r r: [[ it might be LS. Apparently LS is, as always, experiencing problems ]] Airachnid: [waves in return and takes her normal position in the back] Drift: ((is it for anyone else?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((how many tabs you got open? it's workin fine here...)) Airachnid: yeah same)) Drift: ((less than usual)) Airachnid: yeah same)) Drift: ((then I'm the lucky duck. SIGH)) Shockbox: /he registers the nod after a few seconds, and nods back. on his way to his usual seat, he grabs a small bowl of energon goods. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Long project?]] Whirl: *sloowly testing the hammock, pushing on it, leaning on it, etc* It's not GAPING. And it's not bleeding any more, it's fine. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((try incognito???)) Drift: ((there it goes)) Whirl: ((brb, i must clean up a spill, assume Wghirl is like. Hilariously slowly getting into this hammock* Drift: ((i refreshed)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((aaaaaay)) B l u r r: [[ yaaay ]] B l u r r: [[ lemme know when yall are back / ready ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready when y'all are)) Shockbox: (( my body may be exhausted, but it is still ready. )) Airachnid: my head's stuffed up but I'll be fine. Eventually)) Shockbox: So, I presume the protagonist of this series is, in fact, not a serial killer? B l u r r: / anyway. Will watch Drift and Frenzy work on Whirl with an amused expression / B l u r r: I'm not sure. I've never seen this one. Being on Earth again has updated my horror library. Shockbox: ((*film, not series )) Shockbox: I suppose we shall find out for ourselves, then. Whirl: ((OK BACK)) B l u r r: Mm yes, I think so. /twisting wiring around his digits from his leg / I'm thrilled. Drift: You never know, he might be lying. Whirl: *HE IS IN THE HAMMOCK, success. He can't lounge though because his new rotor array is on his back, so he just sits up* B l u r r: [[ OKAY is everyone here / ready?? ]] Whirl: ((ye!)) Shockbox: (( like 9000 ready. )) B l u r r: [[ Puff, is it working for you okay now? ]] Whirl: *looks to Airachnid* Didn't see you at the movie night on Monday. Drift: ((ye)) Airachnid: I just hope there's a decent amount of human blood. Airachnid: I was otherwise engaged. Airachnid: aka MY F*CKING INTERNET WENT OUT)) B l u r r: [[ rUDE ]] Shockbox: (( awh....you missed shockwave night...)) Whirl: Ohh, if you wanna see some human blood, you should get some footage from Teach later! *pulls out a half cube of The Good Stuff and toasts the memory of carnage* Shockbox: (( a tragedy. )) B l u r r: [[ okay i shall start now ]] Whirl: Nobody does bloodshed quite like Blurr. Drift: Okay. Whirl. Look. You've got a hole in your side. *holds up a hole punch and zip ties* You're gonna at least let me close it up. Airachnid: for the whole damn night. no reason either)) B l u r r: / snort / No one knows how to murder like I do. Airachnid: I just want to see human blood and not get in trouble for it. B l u r r: / eyeing Whirl. Vents. The Good Stuff better not be anything not allowed on the ship / FakeProwl: *appears! and just in time* Whirl: *watches Drift with a deadpal expression and just takes a long pull* Shh. Movie's starting. Whirl: @Drift: It's not as bad as it looks, I promise. Take care of Teach first. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Makes room next to himself and the minis. Prowl is welcome to it.* Whirl: *HE FORGOT AGAIN, TELL HIM AND HE'LL STOP* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\AIN'T WE OR AIN'T WE NOT ZIPPIN' SOMEONE?\\ Whirl: *HE JUST WANTED TO TASTE A THING* B l u r r: / HOW DO YOU FORGET THE ONLY ' NO ' RULE HE HAS / Drift: @Whirl «I can't help with that kind of damage. I can close holes and that's about it. Frenzy's gotta look at him first.» Whirl: *BECAUSE I DID TOO* B l u r r: / he doesn't have to tell Whirl. Someone else will / Airachnid: [she's not even going to question what happened to Whirl] Whirl: ((omfg chistopher lloyd.....)) Drift: We're zipping someone. Can you look at Blurr while I close Whirl up? Piston: [ leans over the couch. Taps the cube ] This is an illegal substance, Whirl. FakeProwl: *sits with* Whirl: (9BEST *** INTO HAHA)) Piston: [ as a silent, terrifying mortician, he has snuck in without a word or sound ] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH, GUESS SO. C'MERE, SPEEDY ONE.\\ B l u r r: / grumbles/ My medic will fix it. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH? 'N WHOZAT?\\ Whirl: A zip tie isn't gonna fix this, mech, it'll be fine. *AND THEN IMMEDIATELY JUMPS AND LOOKS OVER HIS SHOULDER* Where the frag did YOU come from!? Whirl: ...But. oh. Damn. Sorry, Teach. *subspaces it, and then pulls out a cube of regular old midgrade* Whirl: I got excited. Wanted to delebrate. Piston: I live here. [ dull stare ] Drift: ... Then I'm zip tying you after Frenzy's done with you. Shockbox: /he sprawls out on his lonely couch. though he would usually have no problem resisting the urge to nod off, getting the chance to sit still after bustling about all day might just entice him into -* Shockbox: *-rechage.* B l u r r: / vents and leans back. / Whirl: *turns and takes a long drink of his canister while returning Piston's dull stare* Rght. B l u r r: I say help patch up Whirl. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\Y'AIN'T MY BOSS.\\ Piston: [ props an elbow on the couch. Looks at Drift and Frenzy ] Hello again, Drift. Drift: ... Frenzy, who needs to be patched first? Whirl: Again--sorry. Forgot. Hey, Frenzy, d9o you know if they make a non-high-grade verison of... *pauses* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's gonna start peeking at that mangled leg* Drift: *nods at Piston* Hey. Whirl: *something feels weird. Whirl shifts and looks down. His hammock is getting wet. Because the ful he just tried to drink is leaking out of his side-hole* Whirl: ... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak, sensing semi-unattended treats, joins SHockwave on his lonely couch and starts sneaking treats from the bowl* B l u r r: / grumbles and shifts leg away / It's just missing plating. All the mechanisms work. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Company missed before. Prowl safe since last meeting? New news? Whirl: Okay. So. ...okay, fine. *side-eyes Piston* Drift can patch me up. DRIFT. Piston: [ moves from the couch and wanders around the hammock. Stares at Whirl] Frame can be modified, then? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\UH-HUH. I'MMA BELIEVE THAT CAUSE WHY?\\ Piston: This is not what I catalogued. No, no. Something much more complex. Blending into Tyran... [ monotone ] How fascinating. Whirl: *slowly swivels his helm to keep Piston in his sights* Yep. This is a pretty minor one: changed my alt-mode. Shockbox: *he jumps a bit at a sudden shifting sensation, attempting to identify the source of movement.* B l u r r: / glances at Frenzy and scowls/ My legs are complex... Airachnid: Ah, brings back memories. Drift: I'm waiting for Frenzy's call. Whirl: *antenna slowly pins back* ... I spent most of my life looking like this. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh yeah. He was, wasn't he? Frenzy looks over and - is Whirl leaking.* FakeProwl: *ugh. serial killer fanboy.* Shockbox: *ah, it's lazerbeak. he gives a slight nod, pushing the bowl a little in her direction and returns his dazed attention back to the screen.* Piston: Yes. [ leans forward just a little more ] I like it. Whirl: *now looks to Frenzy. Don't u dare stick himwith Piston* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\BOTHA BUNCHA... I OUGHTA POP ANOTHER HOLE INTO YA.\\ Whirl: Well. *leans back a LITTLE. Just a little* Well. ...good? Piston: ... Yes. [moves to walk away and settles in his own seat ] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\IN MY LEARNIN' OPINION, THE DUMBAFT LEAKIN' HIS FUEL PROBABLY GOTTA GO GET SURGERIED FIRST.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I AIN'T LEARNED TANKS YET.\\ Whirl: ((THERE HE BEEEE)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Yes, safe. Tarantulas has been bugging me. Nothing else has changed.» B l u r r: [[ there he iiiiisss ]] Whirl: *relaxes a bit, watching Piston walk away, puzzled* Airachnid: Would you like me to use some webbing to temporarily patch the wound? Whirl: ...*tilts his head* Would that work? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\...IT CLEAN?\\ Airachnid: Yes. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «And Chromedome called me, but had nothing of worth to say.» Airachnid: To both questions. Whirl: Well. Sure, mech. Give it a shot. Come on over. *he's gonna sit up a bit straighter to give her a better view and shot* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy chews on a thumb claw.* \\GUESS SO. BETTER'N PASSIN' OUT.\\ Drift: I was gonna suggest duct tape, but it gets greasy and falls off. So yeah, web sounds good. Airachnid: [she's going to get up and walk over to where Whirl is] Whirl: *bobs his head cordially; he seems quite pleased with this solution* Just gob it right up in there. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Tarantulas attention wanted? Iacon progress? Soundwave can of-- ItsyBitsySpyers: *HOLD ON NOW* B l u r r: ... /twitches finials. Ignoring all this medical talk. Watching this movie / Airachnid: [she gives a nod and webs up the wound for now] Of course it'll need to be changed eventually. B l u r r: [[ guys lemme know if it starts tanking stream wise ]] Drift: ((fine so far)) Whirl: Yeah, I'll need to get everything, y'know, FIXED fixed before we go into a battle again. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): What wanted, this Chromedome. Prowl all right? Which alternate? Whirl: *gonna lean a little and scoot to the side. Airachnid is welcome to share the hammock, if she deigns to* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\DUCT TAPE AIN'T SO BAD IF YA STICK IT ON MOUTHS. ANYWAY.\\ Grabs for Blurr's leg again. \\GIMME, NERD.\\ Airachnid: ... [eh. might as well. She gets into the hammock as well] Airachnid: [copter hammock] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Fine, I'm fine. He tried to tell me lies about what memory he took from me in an attempt to manipulate me into agreeing to a verbal conversation.» Whirl: *SCORE* B l u r r: / tries to pull his leg away / Whirl: Hey now, Teach. I took my medicine, time fo you to take yours. B l u r r: / waves claw. / Whirl: I'll hold him down if you want, Frenzy. *TOTAL TRAITOR* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\GOOD. HURRY UP. HE'S FAST.\\ B l u r r: Don't touch me... Whirl: You gonna make me do it, Teach? Or you gonna behave? B l u r r: / scoffs and sticks his leg out / Do not touch anything inside. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\FINALLY.\\ Gonna get peeping inside. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): What lies told? Expected conversation purpose? B l u r r: Just shove the wiring inside and wrap my leg up. Don't go poking around. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Squint.* \\Y'BETTER SEE THAT MEDIC AFTER.\\ B l u r r: ... /smirks wider / Whirl: Yeah, Piston. Why don't you make yourself useful? Go see to your captain? B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh... /props chin on claw/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Gets shoving. He's gonna start charging for all this doctorin' stuff, he swears.* Airachnid: [so many memories of academy. Fun] Piston: I will. Right now, we are constructing an outer armor casing for his leg back in medical. B l u r r: I knew someone like her... /vents / FakeProwl: @Soundwave «He tried to tell me that he deleted my memory because I blackmailed him. Last time, he told me he deleted my memory because I was in love with him and embarrassed him.» Whirl: *he is not gonna even comment or think about this too much. He doesn't need anyone to know about is corpse-cave* B l u r r: Now I know someone like that, but he's much more cheery! Ain't yah, Piston? K-Kyeheheheh. Piston: ... Ha. Ha. [ dull laugh. Literally as it is read. ha. ha. ] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «The story changes every time. He's trying out stories until he finds one that sticks. None are logically plausible.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy whistles to Drift. Got more zip ties?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Not gonna leave room for Blurr to be picking wires back out* Drift: *got 'em.* Want me to put them in? I'm a pro. Whirl: Taking bets now--it's the therapist. Airachnid: Now that would be a plot twist. Drift: That'd make sense. He's trying to frame the kid by telling people he's a sociopath. B l u r r: / tilts helm/ What if the kid doesn't need framing? Whirl: *points at Drift* Yep. Whirl: Like that movie with the monsters--Nightbreed. Drift: Therapists aren't supposed to share stuff like that. Whirl: You groom your patient and put ideas in their head. Airachnid: This reminds me of my younger years, only I didn't have a therapist. Whirl: But, I could be wrong. *looks to Airachnid* Yeah? Count yourself lucky. B l u r r: They tried to give me one once... ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YA MIND?\\ He scoots out of the way. \\HE PROBABLY AIN'T GONNA PUNCH -YOU- IF IT HURTS.\\ Whirl: ...*pauses, and then relents* Well. Okkay. To be fair, Rung's... noit a bad sort. He's all right. B l u r r: He didn't taste very good. B l u r r: A little bland with awful ideas. B l u r r: Stale. That's how he tasted. Stale. Whirl: Heh. Was his name Froid? FakeProwl: *did have a therapist. a diagnosis of sociopathy was batted around. absolutely not contributing that to the conversation.* Airachnid: Never really wanted one. And when everyone is dying to psychoanalyze you, it gets annoying. B l u r r: ... No, I don't remember his name. Whirl: That guy's a real... He's. I mean, what a jerk. ItsyBitsySpyers: *None of Soundwave's group have been to a therapist. Primus only knows what one would do with them.* B l u r r: Eugh, I hate when mechs do that. They act like they know everything based on one tiny interaction. Airachnid: Medical school was quite irritating. B l u r r: ... !!! FakeProwl: *ugh now they're talking about froid. quick. what was soundwave's other question.* Airachnid: Well then. Shockbox: (( isn't that how the terminator kills people? )) Whirl: *pauses; momentary blank look* ... Yeah. But, anyway, unfortunately, mine's mandated. Shockbox: (( /has not watched terminator. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): More information needed. Chromedome not familiar mech yet. What not plausible about presented stories? Whirl: O-HO. Count me wrong, then. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's how the one in the sequel does)) Whirl: ((i have not seen term 2)) B l u r r: ... wow. He's like us! B l u r r: / points/ That's what we do !!! B l u r r: / excited leg kick / Whirl: *now looks to Airachnid* You went to medic school? Shockbox: (( interesting. i remember seeing that sort of thing in a review once. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU WAS IN MEDICAL SCHOOL, AIRACHNID?\\ Whirl: ((PFFT, HIVEMIND, FRENZY)) Airachnid: Arachnicons, like myself, are often medics as we can produce webbing and that functions as bandages. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I lost interest in him very shortly after we broke up, long before he became an expert in mnemosurgeon.» B l u r r: ... /makes a slight face/ A lot of people in this... remind me of people I knew once. Airachnid: [gestures to Whirl's now bandaged wound] Whirl: Hmm. I see. *examines his own* Whirl: So far no leaks, so, not bad, mech. Airachnid: But, unfortunately, I was not CREATED to be a medic, so it did not work out. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HUH. Y'EVER MEET... FRAG. WHATSERFACE. COG SOMETHIN'. REMEDY TALKS 'BOUT 'ER SOMETIMES.\\ FakeProwl: @Soundwave «And I wouldn't have blackmailed him because I've never needed to, he's always been eager to get more work.» Whirl: ...yeah. Sucks when you have different ideas as to what you wanna be. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He has no idea how old Airachnid is or isn't, so he's just throwing darts here* Whirl: *he feels ya* Airachnid: I mean, if I had just passed one more class, I could have been a medic, but my teacher failed me because I wasn't made to be one. Airachnid: So I killed him. Whirl: *LAUGHS* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage snorts.* Airachnid: Not all arachnicons know each other. B l u r r: / makes a face/ He should have failed you for more logical reasons. B l u r r: Failing someone just because they don't seem to be part of the function means that the teacher was lazy. Whirl: On behalf of all teachers everywhere--and I'm sure Blurr can agree with me--I say, good job. Airachnid: No, he was a functionalist. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Of course—if he modified my memories extensively and thoroughly enough, EITHER of those stories could be true. I have no way to know.» B l u r r: Why would I agree with you? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «But neither lines up with what I DO know.» Whirl: Because a lazy teacher deserves to be murdered by his students. Especially a FUNCITONIST one. B l u r r: / he spaced out / Killing him? Yes, he sounded lazy. A terrible teacher. By all means. Is that what I'm agreeing on? Whirl: Yes. ...you ste you're all right? Airachnid: He was insufferable too. So he deserved it. B l u r r: Hm? B l u r r: [[ his handwriting is so weird wtf ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances up at the ceiling, thinking.* Airachnid: After that, of course, I couldn't get my medical degree so I became a bounty hunter in Kaon. Amazing how things can change. Whirl: Like, you're still with us, right, Teach? Not lsot too much fuel? Whirl: *looks to Airachnid; he seems genuinely interested* Bounty hunting before the war, eh? How well did THAT go? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\IF HE'S DYIN', I DIDN'T DO IT.\\ B l u r r: ... / twitches finials/ Ah. Yes. / settles. He's not all there but he's okay / FakeProwl: @Soundwave «He's been talking about trying to make amends and talk to me again. I suspects he wants to persuade me to meet in person. He probably wants to go after my memories again. Don't know why.» Airachnid: It paid well and there were plenty of mecha hiring. Whirl: *dryly* I hereby absolve you of all guilt, Frenzy. Whirl: ...THIS time. Whirl: For THIS specific instance. Whirl: ((pfft, emmett. I see what u did there)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl doesn't have -no- way to know. Soundwave could dig into Chromedome and find out himself. He's been wanting to do it since he found out about Chromedome in the first place. But he also said he-- ItsyBitsySpyers: wouldn't become a pet mnemosurgeon. And Prowl hated the idea so much with Tarantulas...* B l u r r: ... Is he going to take his spine? That would just make my day.../muttering/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Stops staring at the ceiling and looks back to Prowl.* Whirl: It's absolutely NOT ethical. Whirl: *antenna pins back* FakeProwl: That's extremely unethical. Whirl: ...*shakes his head and returns his attention to more pleasant things* Did you mostly run jobs for the Functionists, or for the 'Cons? Or what? Airachnid: Well, yes. Airachnid: The Decepticons were not formed at the time B l u r r: ... /slouches a little / Drift: ... *nudges blurr* Airachnid: Mostly criminals trying to get other criminals. B l u r r: /shifts a bit / Hm? Whirl: Ever take a hit on the establishment? Drift: Sup? *blurr's slouchin* B l u r r: ... /thinking/ Nothing, it's just that this reminds me of a lt. B l u r r: *lot Airachnid: I went after anyone. Some happened to be under that kind of label as well. Whirl: ...*looks over* Hey, Teach. Don't let he memories get to ya. Becaus we're HERE, now. Whirl: Kicking aft, taking names, getting shot--all the good things in life! Whirl: *adds, with another sly, sidelong look* Getting stepped on. Maybe. B l u r r: ... oh stop /snort / Whirl: *shrugs* Fair enough. If I'd been out and about around that time, I might've done the same. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl under Soundwave, deployer protection if Chromedome visit helps uncover truth. Avatar also possible.-- Whirl: I'm telling you, mech. It's gonna happen. I'm not gonna let you down. B l u r r: Hnnn.. ItsyBitsySpyers: Would put Chromedome down, provide recorded evidence if second attack attempted. Shockbox: (( this reminds me of an old story written by lovecraft. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *He says 'attempted' because there's no way he'd let it actually happen.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... I can't.» B l u r r: /vents and sets his leg out straight in front of him/ It reminds me of things I'm fond of. Harvesting for parts. Drift: ((which story? i don't remember one like this)) B l u r r: It's the people around him that strike familiar . Whirl: ((this is based on a book actually!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Arrest restriction? Personal comfort? Whirl: *nods to Blurr* Gotcha, Teach. ...*now swivels his helm about to regard Frenzy. Is he done with medic duty? Does he need aseat?* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I can't be near him.» *absent-mindedly rubs the back of his neck* B l u r r: [[ good news: whatever I ate today that messed me up is done messing me up. Bad news: I'm hungry but afeared to eat ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small ping. You're doing the thing.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy's good on the floor, he's watching all this weird killers who are and aren't.* Whirl: ((LMAO I WENT TO THE imdb to look up brooke's actress cos the girl seems familiar and C/ LLoyd's character name is Crowley)) FakeProwl: *quickly laces hands in lap* Whirl: *then that is quite fine* FakeProwl: Don't taunt the monster, you idiot. Now he has an opportunity to get his guard up. B l u r r: Not if he needs constant harvesting B l u r r: if you scare him to stay inside, his parts rot and he can't get to a new source. B l u r r: In a way, he's actually quite smart. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Understood. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Believe him, he gets it.* Drift: *... comm ping to blurr* B l u r r: / twitches finial. Pings back/ @Drift: :: Hm? :: Whirl: ((WILLIAM BLAKE)) Whirl: ((AND WHAT HAND, AND WHAT ART, COULD TWIST THE SINEWS OF THY HERAT)) Whirl: ((william blake man. lovim. me and him have the sam bday y'all)) B l u r r: [[[ nice ]] Drift: @Blurr «This is where my alternate is landed right now.» *a set of coordinates.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ... Could assign Soundwave intercept duty. Make Soundwave Prowl's 'voice'. Chromedome, Trepan appearing; multiple contact attempts... disliked, distrusted. Should hunt truth. B l u r r: @Drift: :: Hnn? I thought you changed your mind? :: Whirl: Hmm. Drift: @Blurr «I had to think about it. But, I want to go through with it.» B l u r r: @Drift: ::Well, if you're sure. Once I give them, I can't stop it. :: Drift: @Blurr «I know. I'm sure.» B l u r r: / vents and slides over to lean on. Comfy / Whirl: *has been very twitchy since he arrived. Small little movements, rotor shuffles, etc. Constant fidgeting. Sorry Airachnid* Shockbox: (( hahahahahahah i saw that coming )) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Right now, the Constructicons are intercepting. Chromedome knows I want nothing to do with him so long as he has my memory and I don't.» Airachnid: [she's fine, she hardly notices] B l u r r: @Drift: :: Well, if you're sure. :: ItsyBitsySpyers: (AHA i was sitting here wondering why i knew the lead)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((they were in that wild things movie a while back)) B l u r r: @Drift: :: I'll have to tell you when it's done, if you want to know? :: Drift: @Blurr «Yeah. Wait until I'm over for movie night to tell me. I don't want any long-range comms that might be tracked.» B l u r r: @Drift: :: Naturally. I'll be here every time, you know. :: Whirl: ((christopher lloyd is so *** good in this)) B l u r r: [[ yeeessss ]] Drift: @Blurr «I know. ... Thanks.» B l u r r: @Drift: :: Oh, you know me. Hero to all, apparently. :: /rolls optic / Whirl: So is she still dating the therapist? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Wants nothing more than to offer to rip it out and put it back.* FakeProwl: *can't ask that* Whirl: Tiger. That comes back again. Hmmm. Whirl: *clicks claws clowly, contemplatively* Whirl: Wonder if that's significant. B l u r r: [[ the beanie ]] Airachnid: the pandie)) Whirl: ((The Beanie)) Shockbox: (( such a serious moment )) B l u r r: [[ the music. the pandiie ]] Shockbox: (( you can see the pain in his eyes as he slips on the adorable panda mask )) B l u r r: ... / sinks down more / Whirl: *tilts his head to an even further degree* Shockbox: (( this is some very LoZ: TP music. )) B l u r r: / going to stick his apparently zip tied leg out / B l u r r: / hurts at the moment / Drift: *wraps arm around blurr* Airachnid: [she's very focused on this. she's even starting to blep] Whirl: ((oh my ufccing god)) Whirl: ((the mental image of an airachnid blep has killed me. goodbye curle worl)) Airachnid: glad I could help)) Shockbox: (( goodbye curle whirl )) Shockbox: (( but yeah that's hella cute )) B l u r r: / leans on Drift / Whirl: ((is similarly engrossed so has not noticed the blep* Whirl: Oh, COME ON, you big baby. At least he told you the truth! Airachnid: Indeed. He has no right to complain. FakeProwl: *... mildly empathizes with main character.* FakeProwl: *isn't a sociopath. doesn't fantasize about killing people. but.* Shockbox: If the human had simply communicated the amount of danger he was really in, his friend might have considered him mad enough to let his words slide. FakeProwl: *the rules, to try to appear normal? the fear of being abnormal?* B l u r r: If the world didn't make it so hard to be abnormal, maybe people wouldn't have to worry about being normal. B l u r r: / holds out claws like duh / Whirl: ((i have that same cup...)) B l u r r: [[ same ]] Airachnid: we used to)) B l u r r: / sinks down more / Whirl: Well, the world's not gonna change. It's kind of amusing how similar it is across multiversal boundaries. Whirl: The thing is, you just gotta be ready to FIGHT the world. B l u r r: ...How endearing. /mumbling/ B l u r r: He dropped the knife. B l u r r: /muttering to self. full slouch on couch / ItsyBitsySpyers: *To the Pit with it.* Drift: *slowly slouches down with blurr* B l u r r: / glances at Drift . pokes his arm / Drift: *pokes back* Yeah? B l u r r: /flicks finials/ What're you slouched for? Drift: Cuz you are. B l u r r: / smirks/ Oh, yeah? Dodge is, too. Whirl: *glances to Drift and Blurr, watching; for once he's not sort of low-key jealous. He's just curiously watching them* Shockbox: *at this point it's seriously hard to tell whether or not he's awake.* Whirl: ((here lies shockwave)) B l u r r: ... /making a face / Shockbox: (( bested by exhaustion, for once. )) Whirl: *once again engrossed* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): If Chromedome: feared, Prowl: controlled. If goal: escape, what tools needed? ... Give legal options. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Legal options?» *he'd reported it to Ultra Magnus, who had done nothing. what was left? Who else would do anything?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Folds his servos in his lap. Takes a moment to notice the half-asleep Shockwave. He'll send them home later if they pass out.* Whirl: That's the therapist, right? Pfft. Good. Shockbox: (( how many funerals has this been at this point? )) Airachnid: a lot)) B l u r r: ... What a good person. /dims optic/ B l u r r: She's the only person that's nice to him. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... If you're willing, you could—monitor him. See what you can find out.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Legal options. Solutions not outside Starscream's laws. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Nod.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's not going to ask Prowl for the illegal ones. Must leave his ally some room to deny knowledge of anything he might do.* ItsyBitsySpyers: anything terrible* Whirl: *snickers* Shockbox: (( how did this man even manage to /get/ a wife. )) Whirl: *snickers again* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Conversations? Monitoring only? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Be cautious if you have conversations. You know what he is. Don't let him know you have ties to me. I disappear when he arrives, he probably doesn't know yet.» Whirl: *click click click in anticipation* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I will not ask you to converse with him. Don't endanger yourself and don't endanger me.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Acknowledged. Whirl: nICE! Airachnid: Ah, nothing like bonding over an autopsy. Drift: ... If his hand hadn't been out like that, his mom might not have believed him. He's lucky. Whirl: *snorts* Shockbox: (( some top notch vivisection going on right here. )) Whirl: Or, a living dissection. Shockbox: (( yes, that is what a vivisection is. a living dissection. )) Airachnid: Or vivisection. Drift: They're pumping out his blood. Whirl: Yep! *tips his canister in mock-toast and drinks* Whirl: I think they're pumping out his HIM. Drift: ... What if it pollutes the water? Airachnid: That is nor normal organic blood. Whirl: The black stuff---whatever he's made of. Drift: If he's made of the black stuff, then it could travel to someone else if it's pumped out, right? Whirl: Maybe... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sudden small plating flare* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quickly puts it back down* FakeProwl: *that's a new one* B l u r r: / monster!!! / B l u r r: / excited leg kick / Whirl: *leans forward* Whirl: Is he gonna like... take true fo--ohhhh. FakeProwl: *not sure what plating flare means. brushes hand?* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\GROSS, HAHA.\\ Whirl: Neat! Shockbox: *goddamnit he would be so intrigued by this right now if he weren't ASLEEP.* B l u r r: ... /oh no. Oh god it's gonna end sad isn't it / Whirl: *i mean he won't admit it but it's kind of compelling that this murderous vicious monster's primary motivation is its love for someon* Whirl: *a good story* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hand twitches slightly; he hadn't expected the contact. But he'll take it.* Drift: *AW. WHY THIS. 8(* Airachnid: [it is sickingly sweet] B l u r r: / this is hitting his fEELINGS that he thought he bURIED / Whirl: *tips his canister again& B l u r r: / ow. ow. ow ow pain. Picking at zip ties / Whirl: *well fucc that's. Compelling* Drift: *oh nooo. clings to blurr* Whirl: *but he's got a VERY good poker face* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy absently swats Blurr's hand.* Shockbox: (( ***, mang. )) Whirl: *it's the specific line: "i've never got it before" that got him. You've got company, Blurr* B l u r r: / swats at Frenzy. / Shockbox: ((didn't expect this to get feelsy. )) B l u r r: / is clinged to. Still picking at his zipties / Whirl: Ha. The therapist died. Good. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Turns.* \\CUT IT OUT.\\ B l u r r: / wheeze. He's having an emotional moment let him have it / B l u r r: / actually wait don't, hell rip the ties / Whirl: ((I REALLY LIKED THIS MOVIE. The pacing could;ve been better but it was good)) B l u r r: [[ IT WAS NICE? ?? I liked it ]] Drift: ... His therapist died because he was trying to help him. I think he was an okay one. Airachnid: and explained what the f*ck the old guy was)) Whirl: I don't like him. B l u r r: / rubbing his optic. / Drift: Questionable ethics, dated his mom, yeah... but died trying to help him. B l u r r: WELL At least humans died. That was great /rub rub / Whirl: Eh. Still don't like him. His motives were tainted. How can you trust someone knowing they're playing you for their own benefit? You CAN'T. Shockbox: *he is motionless. one could mistake him for dead in his recharge.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Apologies. Soundwave: fine. Unexpected recollection. Airachnid: I think Shockwave died. Whirl: Well. Ravage. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I DIDN'T DO THAT NEITHER.\\ Whirl: You know what to do. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No, Ravage.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy gets up to poke Shockwave.* Shockbox: *he shifts a little at the prodding.* Piston: [ pops up right behind Whirl ] What an endearing movie. I rather like that method. I use a system similar... on bodies I deem... worthy. [ stare ] FakeProwl: *small nod* Shockbox: *might need a little more to get him up and out.* Whirl: *swivels his helm around, DAMN YOU PISTON YOU STARTLED HIM AGAIN* is that so. Piston: [ stare back ] Yes. Piston: I look forward to the Tyran bodies you will bring me. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\\I GOT THIS. YER ALL GONNA WANNA CUT AUDIOS.\\ Shockbox: *oh no. * ItsyBitsySpyers: *So, Shockwave. You know how loud Frenzy is normally. Do you know how loud he can ACTUALLY be?* Drift: *covers audials* Airachnid: [covers audials] Whirl: Well, I'm not bringing you any. FakeProwl: ... Don't do that. FakeProwl: He's sensitive to noises. Whirl: You'll hafta ask Blurr for that. I usually don't leave ENOUGH of a body for any kind of preservation, mech. FakeProwl: *look who managed to notice a thing* Shockbox: * something tells me this is going to be the last time he attempts to fall asleep in a social gathering if this goes on.* Whirl: ...*pointedly does not, he wants to hear Frenzy scream* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy opens his mouth - then stops and looks at Prowl. Since when does he care?* Piston: What a shame. [ looks Whirl over ] I was told that you would be helpful to avoid your own ... ritual. Whirl: Ritual? Shockbox: *prowl, have we...bonded over a mutual sensitivity to sound?* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\...I GUESS.\\ He gets up and dusts his knees off, walking to the other corner of the room. ItsyBitsySpyers: *THEN TAKES A RUNNING LEAP AND BELLY FLOPS ON SHOCKWAVE'S MIDDLE* Piston: ... [just stares at Whirl ] I really do wish to know how a spark works... FakeProwl: *...... he's mildly protective of people with hypersensitivity, don't read into it* Airachnid: [uncovers audials. Or that could work too] Whirl: Well. That's a damn shame, isn;'t it? not having one to experiment. *pokes him roughly in the chest& Whirl: *...okay well he was gonna call you a wimp for not screeching but a belly flop is acceptable* Piston: [ reaches out and pokes Whirl's shoulder ] Good luck out there. What I do to bodies would make the humans feel shame. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Congrats, Prowl. In case you were wondering about how far ally privilege goes, you've just discovered a small (but not always reliable) perk.* Whirl: *swats at Piston's hand* Oh, I'm SURE. FakeProwl: *the occasional power to stop Frenzy from screaming?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Something like that.* FakeProwl: *he'll use it wisely* Whirl: *The Poer to Instintill Discretion in Frenzy?* Piston: [ chuckles. It sounds like a doll tbh ] Shockbox: *WHEEZES and suddenly has his blaster raised in the air. he had attempted to trigger the alarms to his base, not realizing that he was, in fact, not home.* Whirl: Or I get thrown into the trash, or an incinerator. Whirl: Anyway, hate to disappoint you, but I've promised my corpse to Buzzsaw, Laserbeak, and Ravage. They're probably gonna devour me. Piston: Accidents happen. Whirl: Or, if anyone else is nearby and wants to eat me, that's fine. B l u r r: / moves a leg out. Going to try and stand / Right. I have... an announcement to make! Whirl: I'm sure they do, Piston. It'd be a damn shame if one of them happened to YOU. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEH HEH HEH.\\ Rolls off Shockwave. \\DROP THE GUN, MECH. JUS' ME.\\ Whirl: *swivels his helm to regard Blurr* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Announcement?]] Airachnid: [that got her attention] Airachnid: [she never tries to miss out on the opprotunity for free food] Piston: [ quiet for things ] Piston: It would be. But my Captain has a strong belief in our driving spirit. Whirl: *well Airachnid. You are welcome to devour his corpse if you ask* Shockbox: *His helm flicks every which way as he slowly sets his arm down. He looks to Frenzy.* ....What did I miss? Airachnid: Most of the movie. B l u r r: I, that is me. /presses claw to his chassis / Have decided that my Skeleton Crew will... will be liberating... /trailing off./ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SOME KINDA MONSTER THING CRAWLED OUTTA THE KILLER GUY 'N HIS BLOOD 'N STUFF. REAL MUSHY STUFF 'BOUT HIS WIFE.\\ B l u r r: / flicking finials. Turns to his left and mumbles. / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He's never heard of]] [][][]mumble[][][]. [[Where is that?]] Whirl: Yeah. Believe it or not, an ACTUALLY compelling romance, as compred to last week's movie's Garbage Romance. B l u r r: / vents and points to Whirl and hisses in another dialect / Drift: Are you rescuing the Autobots? 8) Whirl: *tilts his head as he is pointed at, his long rotors rattling questioningly* B l u r r: Oh, fine. After much conference, we've decided that ...we will, indeed. Help the Autobots. Shockbox: Hm. The last thing I recall was that the human adolescent attempted to murder the old woman. B l u r r: Only because it will have Optimus Prime of Tyran in my debt. Drift: *hugs Blurr's waist. ... since he's still sitting and all.* Whirl: And so he'll step on you. Whirl: But sexy-like. Shockbox: Was....the monster, interesting? B l u r r: / pats Drift's helm/ AND. Whirl: And also because... *sly look* Blurr's got a hero's streak in him. Airachnid: Made up of mostly blood that came from the old human. B l u r r: I will.../ gritting denta/ I. Will. Release. The. Wreckers. To their rightful... home. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YO, BOSS. MONSTER IMAGE?\\ And now Shockwave can see it. Airachnid: So, I would say so. B l u r r: / that was hard to say / Whirl: You're damn right you will. Whirl: If you decided not to then we'd have us a PROBLEM, Teach. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Will they not be endangered by the humans?]] Shockbox: *He considers the monster.* Whirl: But, I had faith you'd come around. Real..........................................heroic of ya. B l u r r: ... Shut up, Whirl. B l u r r: I'm doing this because I get to slaughter humans for free. Free buffet. Whirl: I will not shut up. Whirl: Nobody has ever figured out how to do that yet. Whirl: And neither will you. *beams cheerfully* B l u r r: / crosses arms / Optimus Prime of Tyran will owe me. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg is this the rock)) Whirl: ((IT IIIS)) Whirl: ((HIS VOICE IS SO GREAT)) B l u r r: [[ it is ]] Airachnid: I do not know Whirl very well, but I don't think "shut up" and "Whirl" really go together. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((adoration <3)) B l u r r: Absolutely. Anything. B l u r r: And Optimus Prime of Tyran in my debt means that I can request anything... Whirl: *nudges her* You got me! B l u r r: So if I die, know that he tore me in half and it was glorious... Shockbox: (( such a good song...)) Whirl: And also, Optimus Prime of Tyran will step on you. Sexily. Whirl: Hey, if you gotta die, I'll make sure, Teach, as your friend, to make sure it';s at his hands. At his FURIOUS hands. Whirl: *salutes; whirl is 100% your wingman Blurr* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...A debt from Optimus Prime should be used on something more... useful.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Than your libido.]] B l u r r: ... Look, you just don't understand. Whirl: Uhh, you're understimating the amount of enjoyment Blurr will get out of that. Don't judge. Whirl: People like us need to tke whateve joy from life we can. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks at the both of them.* B l u r r: You have no idea what it is like to see an angry Optimus charging at you like he broke through the flames of hell. /claws to chassis / Whirl: I mean, obviously, you got no problem serving YOUR libido, *ndos at Soundwave and Prwl* Whirl: Let the rest of us do what we need to. B l u r r: With that gun charging and that angry snarl. The HATE in those optics. ItsyBitsySpyers: *And then Soundwave transformed into an iceberg.* B l u r r: The way it feels to have limbs torn from attachments... Whirl: ((i am very sorry fo my sh it typing lmao)) FakeProwl: I wouldn't trade in a highly useful debt for a fifteen-second session with an unwilling dom. Whirl: Yeah, well, you're not Blurr. B l u r r: Besides... he has a soft spot. Whirl: Like I said--don;t judge. Shockbox: *he is confused by the implication of soundwave and prowl having...a relationship?* FakeProwl: *is judging. is judging hard.* B l u r r: And. /deep vent / Roadbuster and I are. Whirl: *no regrets; Whirl got u Blurr. U fam* B l u r r: Figuring out. B l u r r: Friends. Whirl: *LOOKS TO BLURR* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well, that's going to speed up certain conversations with the alternate Shockwave, isn't it.* B l u r r: I think we've figured that out. Whirl: Mech! That's great! Shockbox: *observing this conversation, even if he didn't hear the very beginning of it.* Whirl: You did it! FakeProwl: *whirl didn't say "serving your libido WITH EACH OTHER" so prowl missed the implication* B l u r r: Basically... do you guys want anything from Earth while I'm there? Shockbox: *thanks whirl you're helping us talk to eachother. * B l u r r: Oh, and Whirl is helping me. I'll make sure he comes home. Whirl: They might pay you NOT to, teach. *laughs* Whirl: Pfft. Whirl: But heck yeah, you guys want souvenirs? FakeProwl: *considers asking for a red crayon.* FakeProwl: *no—they'd kill somebody to get it.* B l u r r: [[ blurr has those omfg ]] Whirl: *i mean you're not wrong* Airachnid: [goes to Earth all the time so she's fine] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl, you are approximately six feet away from an artist.* B l u r r: [[ blurr and whirl break into Crayola ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ooh! Ooh! I want - uh. They been doin' this whole - this whole thing 'bout some Ham human.// Shockbox: *unsure about what level of quality specimens they would return with if their goal for the trip doesn't involve preserving them.* Whirl: ((whirl gets a cybertronian-sized crayon, somehow)) Whirl: ((Prowl. Don't ask. But look how awesome this is.) B l u r r: ... Ham human? Whirl: ...ham. Whirl: *You're not included in Whirl's offer, Shockwave; you're an active con* FakeProwl: *why would buzzsaw use Earth wax sticks designed for children* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. Some Hamtown guy. The Boss got the music but they got a... the frag do humans call datapads.// B l u r r: / blurr will bring u gifts, shockwave / Whirl: *but Soundwave, his team, Drift, prowl, and Airachnid are all being offered souvenirs* Shockbox: *to be fair he nor i were paying attention to the beginning of this exchange.* Whirl: Music. Hamtown. FakeProwl: *he's approximately six feet away from an artist IRL too, but he wouldn't ask Bonecrusher for crayons either.* Whirl: Ham... burg? Drift: *shrugs* Surprise me. Whirl: I need a little more to go on, mech. Whirl: ...*gl;ances to Drift* Got it. Shockbox: *shockwave would appreciate gifts.* Drift: Human datapads? Books. B l u r r: Oh, I already know what I'm getting you, Drift. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He likes the way the blue ones can be melted and reshaped into energon.* Airachnid: How about some crystals? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Good spattering, too.* Whirl: *he might not have had a lot of time to talk to Drift but Drift has wormed his way into Wgirl's Relatively Good Graces* Whirl: Crystals? What kind? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Books! Yeah.// Wait. He just. Admitted to wanting a book out loud. Any minute now-- ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HAHA. NERRRRRD.\\ Drift: And get repaired before you come home! I don't want Rodimus asking questions about your "vacation." Whirl: *throws his canister at Frenzy's head* Whirl: PIPE DOWN I'm trying to hear your brother. Airachnid: Quartz is always fine. B l u r r: ... you didn't tell him you were coming ? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Frag off, I jus' want the pictures.// Whirl: ...weee-ell. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy yelps and ducks.* Whirl: I might have neglected to mention... certain aspects of my vacation. But yeah. Got it. *Dift is gonna cover for him? he's getting TWO souvenirs* Whirl: So. Rumble. ...what are youeven asking me. Whirl: Ham City? Whirl: *he is lost* Drift: Honestly? I think you would have gotten a free pass from him if you said you were gonna go rescue Autobots in that universe where they got chewed up. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble grits his dentae together. Incoming file, Whirl.* Shockbox: (( as much as i would enjoy staying up until around two in the morning....)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((get some rest!!)) Whirl: *but he got your message Airahnid, he is deffo bringing some quartz for YOU. You are Interesting and Whirl is not gonna forget YOU* Whirl: ((IS IT HAMILTON xd)) Shockbox: (( i need to shower. and sleep. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((Yes. Yes it is.)) Whirl: ((REST WELL SHOCKBOX)) Shockbox: ((slendy should i link the fic to this group before i jet out. )) Whirl: ((exclelent)) Airachnid: [thank you Whirl] Drift: But if you're calling it a "vacation," fine. Just... don't come home beaten up. Then one of us is gonna HAVE to explain what happened. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((up to you!)) Whirl: *tilts his head, and then nods; as one mech with bioth kick-*** and nerdy tendencies, he got u, Rumble* Got it. Shockbox: (( hmmmmm. welp. yolo. )) B l u r r: In any case. B l u r r: Do you guys wanna see how much humans wanna pay for us? Shockbox: (( http://shocktrooper-redstreaker.tumblr.com/post/155750914201/intentionally-bad-fic-stuck-tiddy )) Shockbox: (( my friend wrote this, it's great, g'night. )) B l u r r: well, me. I'm on their list. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night!)) Airachnid: goodnight!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He would like to know what the humans ask for our kind, yes.]] Drift: ((gnight~)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[If only to know how far to stay away from them.]] Whirl: ((i see te phrase "massive uniboob" and i am pleased)) Whirl: You mean, the sorts of things they wat from us? From our bodies? B l u r r: It depends on the mech. B l u r r: See, me? They want my legs, apparently. /motions to his leg / B l u r r: They think the speed is in the legs. Morons. Drift: Don't correct them. Whirl: A s far as I've been able to determine, they mostly want me dead, or me to stop killing all of them. *this is spoken matter-of-factly; he's not bragging. He's telling the truth* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pffft. They ain't seen Velocitronians, huh.// Whirl: But, you got it. *nods cordially to Soundwave* B l u r r: / vents/ Regardless, Cemetery Wind knows there are more of us. This might ruin Lockdown's plans. B l u r r: / rubs claws together / B l u r r: Imagine me getting on that big ship... Whirl: Ohh, yeah. Snuffing LOCKDOWN. Whirl: That sounds like FUN. B l u r r: So, I just want you all to know... Airachnid: [that designation sounds familiar] B l u r r: / points to everyone./ I am not a hero. I am doing this for my own benefit. /sits down/ Airachnid: Suuure you are. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Sure. 'N I ain't really Ultra Magnus.// Whirl: *gently disengages fro the hammock so it doesn't dump his Distinguished Company, which is Airachnid* Whirl: And I would like the room to know... Whirl: *hand over his cockpit* That Blurr one hundred percent IS a hero. I seen it. I was HERE. Whirl: *There Airachnid: [she might as well leave it as well. She gently leaves the hammock] B l u r r: I am not-! Whirl: He's a good deal more good than he wants all of you to believe. *regards Blurr with an expression that seems to mingle cheekiness with something like affectiion* Whirl: Despite everything, he is... a Autobot. Whirl: *an B l u r r: / rolls optic/ B l u r r: / buries face in claws / Whirl: And you know what? I only knew his former commande from one... really. Uh. WEIRD conversation. But I will say this, in case we both die i a fiery inferno tomorrow: I bet he'd be pretty proud. B l u r r: ... /peeks through his claws/ Whirl: Sluahgteing uppity humans for the greater good? He'd be chuffed. I guarantee it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave can hear Laserbeak about to ask what's good about Autobots. He quiets her.* B l u r r: ... /oh no that makes him feel things / Whirl: *he means it, you big turd* B l u r r: / and he's doing a sort of good thing for bestie / B l u r r: / emoTIONS / Whirl: *continues to regard Blurr with that cheeky/maybe, if u squint, affectionate expression* Drift: *that was a nice speech, Whirl. nice words for Blurr. pats Blurr's back.* Whirl: *And Whirl will tell u, Laserbeak, if u ask: what's good about us? The way we DECIMATE THE OPPOSITION* B l u r r: / clamps digits together and just face in claws / ItsyBitsySpyers: *She IS the opposition. Was. Something. CLOSE ENOUGH.* B l u r r: / vents and finally lowers claws. Trying to look fINE / B l u r r: ... People will still be scared of me, right? / looks at Drift / Whirl: *nah, you're almost in the same boat Drift is. Anyone who comes against yo u IS the oppostion* Drift: Of course they will. Whirl: *he got u Laserbeak; you're a spot of all right* Whirl: Pfft. How could they not be, teach. Whirl: I mean, LOOK at you. Whirl: You're a monster. *this is said as a compliment* B l u r r: ... /looks at self and smirks / I'm gonna give that Prime something to fear, aren't I? Whirl: You gonna give him something to fear, but most importantly...... a place to rest his feet. *sly look* B l u r r: ... /vents/ Oh stop. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave shakes his helm a little. Can't believe they're still on that.* FakeProwl: *these past couple weeks Prowl has been learning far too much about other people's kinks, and 100% of it has come from Whirl* Whirl: *what ca he say? he's a fount of knowledge. who shows he cares for his pals by embarrassing them* B l u r r: Maybe I should keep the favor... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Haha. A couple of weeks. Boy, that must be nice.* Whirl: *snickers and shrugs* You gotta stop making it so easy for me, then, mech. Airachnid: [going to sneak off now] B l u r r: Regardless... Airachnid: akak mun needs sleep because of classes in the morning)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage huffs a tired goodbye to Airachnid on her way out* Whirl: ((night!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((NO HOW DARE)) B l u r r: The point is. I think we can get things done with a week or so. Whirl: But know you've got yourself a ready and willing windmech. ...despite the fact U don;t have wings. Airachnid: goodnight!)) B l u r r: [[ ni ni ]] Whirl: *will swuvel and bob his helm to her; Whirl is pleased with the night's arrangements* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave sits up slightly and tilts his helm just so to catch this song.* Whirl: ((oh my god my typing iso bad. it's the rum. es tut mir leid)) Whirl: ((i am sorry)) Whirl: ((and that was fuccin german)) FakeProwl: ((see I just assumed it was a row of extreme typos)) B l u r r: / vents and smirks at Drift / @D: :: And I'll get your thing taken care of. :: Whirl: (( would say i'm cutting myself off now but the bottle is empty)) Drift: @Blurr «Thanks. I appreciate it.» B l u r r: ... and I get to be the fastest mech in their ugly group! /stands up and immediately falls down / ItsyBitsySpyers: *A good piece to end the post-movie music on.* B l u r r: ... Well. When I get my leg fixed. Whirl: And I get to be the ugliest in their fast group! *snickers* Drift: You're getting fixed before you go, right? Whirl: Yes. He is. Whirl: Don;t worry. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY BETTER. I AIN'T MISSIN' MOVIE STUFF FOR NOTHIN'.\\ B l u r r: ... Yes, I am. Drift: Good. Drift: That goes for you too, Whirl. B l u r r: Both of us. Drift: We all just put you back together, you're not allowed to fall apart. Whirl: I'm tough! B l u r r: I've stitched myself together through worse. Whirl: I can take a lot of damage. As if I'd let some HUMANS do me in! Drift: You've also got a hole in your side. Whirl: Yeah, it's no big. I've had a lot worse than this hole. Recently. I've been injured worse during a THERAPY SESSION than this. Whirl: *it's 100% true; Fort Max ripped one of is arms off AND impaled him* Drift: It stopped counting as a therapy session when it turned into a hostage situation. Whirl: Really? I didn't. B l u r r: / he's on his datapad, sending a message/ Oh, Drift!! /yanks him over and holds the datapad up/ Smile!! ItsyBitsySpyers: *That's a new story to ask about later.* Drift: *smiles on cue* Drift: *why's he smiling, he doesn't know* B l u r r: / snaps pictures!! Selfies / Whirl: *we'll see how much you get told* Whirl: *will return to his hammock and settle in; he's staying here, so he doesn't hafta leave* B l u r r: See? /shows Drift / Drift: *looks at* Who's the picture for? B l u r r: I just got in contact with an old... acuaintance. B l u r r: *acquaintance B l u r r: I don't know if we're friends because I can't really remembering us establishing that. Drift: Roadbuster? B l u r r: ... no no. He's a Tyran mech, though. Drift: Who? B l u r r: Ratchet. Whirl: *settles in, after another extended "can i balance this" session; he's ebginning to finally look a little tred* Drift: Oh. B l u r r: ... And Roadbuster. B l u r r: And Topspin. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ratchet???* Drift: ... And you're gonna save them all. *sly grin* You hero. ItsyBitsySpyers: *No. Wait. He said Tyran. It's okay.* Whirl: *perks his helm up* Yep! Hero! B l u r r: ... /vents and pushes his claw in Drift's face/ B l u r r: Sshhhh... not a hero. Whirl: *before carefully lying himself back, settling in and getting comfortable* Absolutely one. B l u r r: Doing one good thing in a sea of bad won't make me a hero. Whirl: You've not lived long enough to do enough abd to make yourself irredeemable. Whirl: Take it from someone who HAS. *wiggles in; ahh, yes. Nice and comfy. He is sleeping here tonight* Drift: *pushes claw back* Totally a hero. B l u r r: Perhaps, for the moment. B l u r r: It will pass, like many have before. Whirl: So you saaaay. Whirl: Let's see. Get back with me in five milion years. *snorts as he nuzzles his helm into the fabric* B l u r r: Oh go to sleep. /vents and rubs his optic/ I've got to sort out where we're going tomorrow. B l u r r: Keep track of the Autobots. Find where Prime is... Yeager human.. /yawn/ B l u r r: / sharp tooth yawn / Drift: *stands* I'll let you get to your preparations, then. I've gotta get back home. Whirl: *rattles his rotors* Seeya, Drift. B l u r r: / smirks and wiggles claws at Drift. His turn to hug ur waist / Whirl: ..and hanks. For covering for me. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well, if they're all settling in and going home. Looks at Prowl.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Also returning? Whirl: *shoots Blurr another cheeky look before relaxing; there's hope for you YET, Blurr. he ain't about to let u forget it* Drift: Sure. I didn't really do anything, I just didn't tell Rodimus what your vacation is for. Drift: Don't get in too much trouble, okay? I can only cover so much. B l u r r: I'll keep him safe. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Yes.» Whirl: *snorts, but refrains from making a self-depreciatig comment about how everyone would be happier if he WASN'T safe. For once. progress??? progress* FakeProwl: *flickers out* ItsyBitsySpyers: *That was unusually quick. All right. He gets up and gathers his minicons, then makes his way out* Whirl: *raises his helm to bob it good-night at Soundwave & Co* B l u r r: / waves claw at everyone. Wiggles for Drift. Will lay on the couch and work on his datapad / Drift: *wiggles fingers at Blurr. and he's out.* Whirl: *will now sleep; it's been Quite a Day and he is tired* B l u r r: / will probably also sleep in here /

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Feb 6 Lost Light Stream - Transformers Prime 57-59

Prowl was vaguely bothered by Insecticons. He’s getting better. He didn’t have to leave the room this time.

After the stream he was stuck there for a while because good music kept coming on. Rodimus’s playlist is too short, though. (Prowl’s now sent him some additions.)

Crosscut: ((Oh, ACDC wow XD This makes me think of my high school years.)) CptRodimus: *just streatched out over a couch never the back today finishing sharpening Pip.* CptRodimus: ((rodimus loves them =) CptRodimus: ((near the back* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave is as prepared for tonight’s impending double whammy as he can be. He strides in and parks himself on his couch, one leg over the and arms crossed atop them.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *The minis charge in and scatter around after.* Windchill: *Walks in.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \WEAPON!\ And Frenzy’s scuttling over to see Pip. Crosscut: ((Them and Guns n’ Roses was the only CD I had back then I used to listen to them while skateboarding so that’s instantly what I relate them to.)) Airachnid: [peeks helm through the door before walking in] Windchill: *Makes as if to wave, but fans his face instead.* Windchill: Oh my god, what’s that smell? CptRodimus: Sup mechs? Windchill: *Stares pointedly at Rodimus.* Windchill: Oh. Windchill: *Can’t smell anything and needs to shut up + sit down.* CptRodimus: *looks curious up at Windcill* You dont like the scent of victory? Oh must be the Con in you.~ Txen: *the predacons make a much less dramatic and more timely entrance than last week, once again followed by Shockwave* Crosscut: -pops in, looking around the room- I can only be here a short time sadly, I just wanted to say hellow to everyone. Windchill: Is THAT what that is? Windchill: *Doesn’t look convinced.* CptRodimus: Hey Crosscut! *waves then returns to his sharpening the blade* Txen: *DS and Lynx beeline for the food, predictably, though DS stops long enough to chirp “Cool sword” in Roddy’s direction* Crosscut: Evening, Captain. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yo, Crosscut.// Rumble waves too. boomtank: -is on time for once!- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods at Blaster.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And at Shockwave and his companions* Crosscut: -He looks a bit confused by the mincon’s addressing him but wanting to be polite he waves back- Ah, hello…Rumble, wasn’t it? Bruin: *clomp clomp here comes bruin & co. Everyone came tonight because DRAgons* boomtank: -waves back- Hello Windchill: *He’s going to sit down and take up an entire couch, as usual. Crosscut: Sorry if that’s wrong, I’m not great with names sometimes. CptRodimus: *looks up at the chrip in his direction and grins widely* Epiphany -is- pretty cool isnt he? Too bad he is recharging or I’d introduce you!“ Txen: *Predaking recognizes Soundwave as That Helpful/Polite One and nods.* CptRodimus: It’s pipe’s song and he isn;t here. MAN! boomtank: -settles somewhere out of the way again- ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yep. ’S cool, ain’t talked much. But hey, uh–// Now that he thinks about it, he trots over and sticks his hand out. //Thanks. Y'know. For lettin’ me do the thing.// Txen: DS: *surprised enough to stop with a snack halfway to his mouth* …"He”? …Is this wunna your… bipedal-bot things… *you all turn into WEIRD stuff sometimes* Bruin: *uh oh high pitched song, the wolves are going to try and “sing” along* Crosscut: -He nods and shakes the small bot’s hand- Of course, you did a fine job as well if I might add. Bruin: *it is more words than howling thankfully* Txen: *speaking of dragons, Skylynx is going to curl around the back of one of the couches in beast-mode. he’s not anywhere near predakings’ size, it’ll be fine* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Startled look and then a huge beam* //Heh. Thanks, mech.// *HIS DAY IS MADE* Crosscut: Damn..-checks the time and sighs- I’m afraid I have to go already. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Take it easy, huh?// Windchill: *Howls too!* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage looks at all the howlers with disdain* Crosscut: Sorry everyone, I was hoping to watch at least a little with you, perhaps next time….And Rumble, I look forward to seeing you at our next try outs whenever we do a new play! Windchill: *You don’t want him to meow, Ravage.* FakeProwl: *appears* Txen: *is with ravage on that one* Bruin: *can't rain on their parade ravage* CptRodimus: *onto the final step of the shining now* Yeah, he has a bi-pedal but sword is hos forged shape-- he can also turn into a gun! Txen: ((skylynx rather, gdi)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *A greeting nod to Prowl* Crosscut: -Waves to everyone, even the only now arriving Prowl, on his way out- Goodbye. FakeProwl: *reflexively covers his audials before he realizes he can turn down his avatar's audio input* CptRodimus: Awe see ya Crosscut FakeProwl: Hel— er, goodbye. CptRodimus: *damn he wanted to see the easily flustered song to his song* Bruin: *well, time to go sit in the usual spot on the far wall* Windchill: *Howls off-key, even. He doesn't care what song is playing.* CptRodimus: *Just going to causually sing the lryics* Txen: DS: *not -entirely- sure whether he's being fragged with rn. sniffs at the sword skeptically* Uh... hi there? CptRodimus: *shine shine* FakeProwl: *sits by Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave tilts his helm at this song* CptRodimus: *seeing the interest Rodimus shifts back to clearlyshow Epip's hilt there is a pretty clearly visuable spark there under armour* Txen: DS: *startles a little bit. does this mean the sword's naked??* Airachnid: [is just going to sit in the back] Sorida changed their nickname to Bee. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's gonna have to save that last one-- OH a favorite. The tiniest helm bobs.* Bee: [time to sneak in] Airachnid: [?? which Bee is this] CptRodimus: *chuckles* A tad lewd right? He tells me it was all the rage 'back in the day" Bee: (( radioactivibee X3 )) boomtank: -Don't mind Blaster bobbing his helm to the song, as he pokes at his reports- Airachnid: [is just gonna :3c in Bee's direction] Whirl: *trots in* Now, Captain. Captain. I'm not sure when the last time was that you took a good, long look at my magnificent frame, but I've got some news for you. Whirl: I don't have FUR. Windchill: *Looks to verify Whirl's WILD claims.* Txen: DS: *slowly bites and chews snack while he thinks* ...So... you're polishin' an old exhibitionist? *guffaws a little. bipeds are wild* Bruin: *snorting noises from the mech pile in the corner* Whirl: *you'd better not be hogging that couch Windchill* Windchill: *HE TOTES IS MY DUDE.* Bee: [and he's gonna O.o; right back at Airachnid] Windchill: *Guess you'll just have to...teach him a lesson.* Whirl: *he might. First it's time to prod and poke at the snack table* CptRodimus: *bursts out laughing* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Well then. In a mood, are we?]] Whirl: ((my internet is bein a lil fart and i am il, if I vanish my dudes I ran out of stamina to fight it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((k)) Txen: ((weh ok. be strong, snifs internet)) Bee: ((that's so obnoxious, internet why)) Txen: *predaking definitely has no idea what this song is about* Whirl: *carefully "sniffing" the wares; so far nothing seems worth his time* Windchill, your posture is terrible. You'd better make room before I get over there. Windchill: (( It's okay snif, I still love u. )) Windchill: Make me. Windchill: *Turns just enough to waggle his brows over the back of the couch in CHALLENGE.* boomtank: -okay, going to room watch. More entertaining at this rate- Txen: DS: *remembers he needs to go sit someplace and flops on his belly in an empty floor spot at the front* CptRodimus: "I will surely tell him THAT! Next time I'll skip the sparring so he is up for a movie night." ItsyBitsySpyers: *He knows Rodimus has the hots for his native Prime, but what a series of songs.* Bruin: *Spotter zoops over to the snack table, designated snack getter of the night because no one else can be bothered* CptRodimus: ((MASK?! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Gets comfortable.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((Yep)) Txen: *heh this is the first time i think missy didnt skip the new intro* Windchill: Cool guys don't look at explosions. *whispers.* Txen: ((AH TWO SECONDS OF MY SON)) Bee: ((ngl i'm trash for the intro remix.....)) CptRodimus: ((on purpose =) boomtank: ...I forgot Optimus got big. Uh...bigger Bee: I forgot Raf's voice dropped that much. CptRodimus: Im ready to receive magnus~ Windchill: *Snorts.* Airachnid: Humans are so fragile. Whirl: *none of this stuff looks like it has any taste, but he's going to grab some engex anyway* Oh lord. This is Magnus all right. ItsyBitsySpyers: //What, ya think I learned to be me offa yours?// CptRodimus: This magnus needs some Rodimus--- Primus damned Bee: ........... CptRodimus: *winks at Bee* Bee: why CptRodimus: *snickers* I work wonders. Whirl: *trots over to the Whirl Couch and stands in front of Windchill* Now, you're lucky that I'm not feeling well tonight, or this would hurt a lot more. FakeProwl: *~Magnus~* FakeProwl: *look at how sensible he is* Airachnid: Prime still looks like a bloated shuttle. Bee: He does not! Whirl: *leanes back, raises one foot up and grasshopper-kicks Windchill right in the dang crotch* Up. Windchill: *SPUTTERS IN PAIN, if not surprise.* Txen: ((lol *** u smokey)) Whirl: *balances one on leg, sipping his Engex calmly* Windchill: Just sit on me, dude. Bee: ...Ratchet. Windchill: *It gon' take more than THAT to move him tonight.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((whoa what it just skipped like a whole bunch)) FakeProwl: *ugh ugh ugh insecticons* Whirl: You want another? Make room. CptRodimus: *stands up looking his work over and grins with a nod before heading over to put Pip back on this wall mount* boomtank: -huffs- Windchill: Or you could sit on me. *Arches one brow, the other one has been tamed for the time being.* FakeProwl: *leans on soundwave. hi. he wasn't expecting insecticons.* Airachnid: [hisses slightly under her breath] Whirl: *KICKS AGAIN* boomtank: -about as fond of insecticons as Prowl- Txen: ((yes...... bring the fossils to papa)) Windchill: *HOWLS TUNELESSLY.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *YES. Sorry. Mun was preparing to do the Insecticon warning thing but apparently her stream was behind. Sorry Prowl.* Txen: *shockwave is very attentive when the fossil is on screen* FakeProwl: ((no worries, we can say soundwave was distracted)) Windchill: *Sits up though, freeing up maybe 1/3 of the couch.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave will take hand and squeeze if able.* Whirl: *calmly takes a seat, drawing his legs up and curling up* Thanks. FakeProwl: *he'll allow it. ... thanks.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave looks at Shockwave to see what he looks like seeing this fossil search again* Windchill: You're welcome. Whirl: That wasn't so difficult, now was it? *regards him with a half-lidded optic; he seems equal parts amused and tired* Txen: ((god this episode is so referential)) Windchill: No, it kinda was. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl satisfied later tonight. Airachnid: I never understood this logic. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Insecticons not present past evening's content. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Good to know.» CptRodimus: *struts but to his-- glances at the prowl and soundwave's chair and smirks--- then countinues his trot* Bee: ..........Isn't cloning a clone...not good? Whirl: Like I said--I normally kick a LOT harder than that. *gestures to his head* Migraine. Whirl: Might have saved your crotch's life. FakeProwl: *all right. he's okay now. shall re-establish personal space bubble.* CptRodimus: *watching the CNA explaination then looks to Shockwave then back to the screen as he flops onto the counch* Windchill: Saved the life of something, maybe. Whirl: *snickers and takes a sip* FakeProwl: ((you go starscream, lampshade those scavenger hunts)) Txen: *shockwave is -so attentive. his back isnt even touching the couch.* Bruin: *more snorting noises* Shockwave never lost anything Whirl: You guys' Earth really IS somethin else. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Amused at his primary ally looking more like him for once.* CptRodimus: *nudges DS with a foot* You were a rock? Txen: *its funny how his on-screen alternate says 'CNA' with exactly the same faintly reverent enunciation he does* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[As he has always said.]] CptRodimus: ((is he in nudging range? Txen: ((sure)) Whirl: ((HA)) Airachnid: You are not smooth Prime. Bee: ................ Txen: DS: *wiggles his feet* I was a -fossil-. There's a difference! Windchill: It's a magical place. boomtank: -giggles- CptRodimus: What is it? boomtank: Optimus, really? Whirl: I sympathize, Wheeljack. *tips his cup to the screen mournfully, and then swivels his helm around to look at Ravage* @Ravage: Hey. So. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ain't I said we had a hammer?// ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: =Hm?= Txen: DS: Uh... *oops. what does Shockwave say about science stuff again?* Bee: ((noooooo i'm gonna have to miss this fight T.T FakeProwl: *ultra magnus, carrying a hammer that possesses the power to smack complicated machinery into existence* FakeProwl: *... that's a good look on him.* Whirl: @Ravage: Anything left over on my tab? I gave you more'n one of those packages. Seems like a bit of a lopsided deal for a single drink. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((awww i'm sorry bee mun)) Txen: ((also a good look: tfa magnus and his hammer. and shockwave after murdering him and stealin it)) Whirl: ((mmm tfa shockwave)) Bee: ((mmmmmm good stuff right there)) Windchill: (( That butthole. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage shakes loose two small shots - all he's carrying on him - and snaps them up in feeler tail claw. Stalks over to deliver* Bee: ...suspenseful theme playing Whirl: *downs his Engex in one go and reached over to take them up in his huge claw* Thanks. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Gonna park here by Whirl and Windchill. Lazy cat.* Whirl: *e's gonna pour the shots into the empty glass and nurse it* Txen: Shockwave: *supplies for Rodimus once DS looks at him helplessly* Preserved remnants of ancient life forms. Airachnid: [all of the sentimental stuff mentioned is still making her sick, ew modesty] Windchill: *Squints at Ravage a little.* Whirl: ... *scoots over to make room, if Ravage desires; this, of course, puts him in an oh-so-convenient position to lean on Windchill* Txen: (( OwO )) Whirl: ((YEEEEE YE)_) CptRodimus: ... Hey, noseless guys can your hands turn into -other- things? *looks back to SHck* Thanks! Txen: ((I FORGOT ABOUT THAT PARTICULAR PART)) Bee: No. Whirl: Ha! Damn. Windchill: *Consider yourself lucky you're his friend WHIRL.* Txen: ((HIS TANK MODE HAS A JET PACK)) Bee: I mean, Arcee had some blades but I didn't have any melee weapons ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It depends on the mech.]] Whirl: *laughs again* I didn't know Shockwave could fly. Airachnid: Prime used to be able to make his arms into blades. boomtank: ..... Bee: ((ugh i gotta go T.T may be back.....)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave abruptly sits up a bit* Windchill: *RAISES HIS HAND.* Mine don't anymore. FakeProwl: ... *questioning look at Soundwave's hands* Airachnid: Apparently the Forge is not fond of arm blades. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[These,]] pointing to the screen [[were his last moments as a Decepticon.]] Txen: Shockwave: ...It is not sustained flight. FakeProwl: *oh. never mind. focuses on screen.* CptRodimus: *snrks* Whirl: Still. a flying tank. Never thought I'd see the day. Txen: Shockwave: *why do people always go for his helm.......* Shockbox changed their nickname to shockbox. shockbox: (( soundwave saving shockwave is pretty gay tbh.)) Whirl: ((i love it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Bird chitters noisily. Her time to shine soon* boomtank: Disable the helm, disable the mech Whirl: Whoa. That knocked him OUT? boomtank: Good strategy...if it works Airachnid: It's also a very big and obvious target. ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird said!}} ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Blades. Other hands. Nothing else. Yet. Whirl: Nice moves, mech. boomtank: That too Windchill: *Snickers.* Txen: ((boop)) FakeProwl: *small nod. blades makes sense. he's sorta blade-shaped.* CptRodimus: Niiiiiiiiice Whirl: Pfft! Txen: ((how long was megatron waiting there to catch it)) Whirl: Damn, you guys are all showing off tonight. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... OTHER hands?» *why do your hands turn into more hands* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((is it skipping super bad for anyone else)) FakeProwl: ((it's okay here)) Windchill: (( I haven't noticed anything. )) boomtank: ((it's all good here Airachnid: same)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((hmm. thank you)) Whirl: ((ye, it's workin fine.. sorry neddles :<)) Txen: ((ahh. a good ep for good boys)) CptRodimus: SO--- Shockwave, about that CNA you wanted. FakeProwl: ((*smacks forge on cro's internet*)) Txen: Shockwave: ...Yes? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): When deployers dock, hands: modified. Palm, extra digit, extra joints, sharper claws. Whirl: They just LEFT him there? Harsh. Windchill: Happened to me, once. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Other hands. Whirl: And kinda stupid. FakeProwl: *ah. nods.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((brb i'm gonna restart stream and see if it helps)) Windchill: *One gets used to it.* CptRodimus: *rubs chin* Can it come with a no cloning clause? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((kk back. let's see how my computer does now)) Whirl: ((WORK, I COMMAND U)) CptRodimus: And he is better at ice than you warm-only mecha. Txen: Shockwave: Yes. *most people with sense share the concern, though it is in this case unwarranted... and wouldnt stop him if he WERE up to something* shockbox: (( they could've given starscream a care guide or something.)) Whirl: Oh, lord. *swivels his helm to look at Predaking* I am so sorry that they made you work under HIM. FakeProwl: *Shockwave is inordinately fond of the word "logical" and its variations.* Airachnid: So far, that's the only thing I agree with. FakeProwl: *he's used it four times in two episodes, that Prowl noticed* Airachnid: [don't remind her] Windchill: *Snorts in approval.* Bruin: ((hell my internet is pitching a *** fiit, i blame the weather, see yall next week)) Txen: ((writers are silly and dont know other words to give him :') )) boomtank: Wheeljack. No. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((bye bruin ;; )) Whirl: ((sorry dude D: )) FakeProwl: ((night)) Windchill: (( Bye! )) Airachnid: Except when you move the rocks. FakeProwl: ((writers are very silly)) boomtank: Or tehy don't need to Whirl: *if Ravage is not going to take the spot on the couch, Whirl's gonna stretch out his legs* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nah, Ravage likes where he is. But thank you.* boomtank: *they Windchill: *You stretch them drumsticks, boy.* Whirl: *but of course; he does so. Drumsticks away* Windchill: WHAT. boomtank: ....... Airachnid: Really? boomtank: WHEELJACK ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You've met him, haven't you?]] Txen: Predaking: *sneering a little at the screen* As was Starscream. Windchill: *Sighs, it was just getting good.* CptRodimus: Falm--- Yes. Whirl: *snickers* I can see that, Airachnid: At least the Predacon has a decent reconition of authority, and how Starscream ISN'T that. Windchill: *Wheezing sounds.* Whirl: Yeah. Good instincts. Txen: Predaking: *low, -low- chuckle* Whirl: Lord, why would they even bother making HIM the leader of the Wreckers? The whole point of the Wreckers is to do whatever you HAVE to to get the job done. CptRodimus: *oh yes growl and scowl dissapprovingly again* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They did have a higher survival rate with him in charge.]] CptRodimus: *fufufu* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They also had a higher desertion rate.]] boomtank: .... Whirl: I'll bet they didn't accomplish half of the scrap WE did, either. *snorts and takes a slow sip* Whirl: *but enough grumbling, he is eager to see this dragon fellow fight again* Txen: ((lmao i heard prowl)) CptRodimus: ((stfu prowl)) FakeProwl: ((prowl was just trying to helpfully keep you updated on your discord chat)) Windchill: *Shudders. NOPE.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //That ain't what he meant.// CptRodimus: ((he was telling be about the most effiecent way of dealing dmg* FakeProwl: ((important intel from the head autobot strategist)) Airachnid: Oh shut up Starscream. Windchill: (( Oh god this episode. )) Whirl: *snickers again* Windchill: Mistakes were made. FakeProwl: *decepticon high command is an absolute wreck* CptRodimus: ((it is doesnt have ventalation i dont think rodimus could wear that ItsyBitsySpyers: *Most of it.* Airachnid: [yes, yes it is] Whirl: *ugh. Stupid Magnus. How dare he be so good with a hammer* FakeProwl: *not just starscream. starscream is far more a symptom than the cause* Txen: ((JACKIES FACE)) boomtank: ....... Txen: ((u tried jackie)) Whirl: !!! C'mon, c'mon... Windchill: Well that's creepy. Whirl: Damn. FakeProwl: ((i'm sure it does have ventilation. starscream didn't take it off because he was actually hot, he took it off because he wanted to pretend he wasn't scared of PK)) FakeProwl: ((it'd be a cruddy piece of armor if it overheats you)) Whirl: Yes! Windchill: It's about time. FakeProwl: ... It's compatible with /humans/? Whirl: *tips his glass in a toast to Miko; best human* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Apparently.]] Airachnid: Which I do not understand. CptRodimus: Dont need a spark apparetnly Windchill: They're like distant cousins, I suppose. boomtank: So it has to have vents Windchill: Might as well. FakeProwl: Why and how did your universe manage to make a suit of armor that's compatible with organic aliens? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They -are- from a world of Unicron's shell, and he is Cybertronian. Perhaps there is something recognizable about them.]] Whirl: Maybe it's got something to do with Unicron. FakeProwl: Hm. boomtank: Otherwise the human would suffocate FakeProwl: ... The Nemesis didn't recognize them. ItsyBitsySpyers: //That's a good point, the human not chokin'.// Whirl: *snickering* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The Nemesis was specifically set not to search for anything except inorganics.]] Whirl: The Nemesis isn't an artifact, though--wasn't the Apex Armor from the Primes? Whirl: Or something? FakeProwl: Mm. Windchill: That's a fair point. CptRodimus: Burn! Airachnid: [LAUGHTER] Whirl: Haha! Windchill: *Gets distracted.* Windchill: The Nemisis is Trypticon, who has no reason to recognize humans... Whirl: *sits up eagerly* boomtank: ...wow Txen: Predaking: *hasnt spent much time with the humans, but this one spits fire* Whirl: (9SHE FIGHTS LIKE A WRESTLER)) Whirl: Look at that little Wrecker GO. Whirl: ((Look at those proud dads)) Txen: ((black sheep uncles at it again...)) boomtank: Safe to say most humans aren't like here, right? boomtank: *her Txen: ((ok i hate silasdown but this episode has some really good jokes with KO)) boomtank: ((gdi brain is off boomtank: ((like whoa ItsyBitsySpyers: ((silasdown is next, this is flirty ko)) Airachnid: yeah that's next ep friendo)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He doesn't know. None of the others ever got their fleshy hands on the Apex Armor.]] FakeProwl: *and in that moment, Prowl empathized completely with Ratchet* Windchill: Brilliant ItsyBitsySpyers: *Only now?* boomtank: True, true Txen: *one wonders how they managed to bridge perfectly into a circle of foes* CptRodimus: One more for the night then Ima going to go--- spar my conjunx. *grin* Airachnid: [can't help but chinhand, he's so cute when he talks science] boomtank: ....I did meet a human with other abilities once FakeProwl: *this is the first time Ratchet said he didn't want to abandon a complex equation to venture outside his comfort zone* boomtank: Called himself a 'Green Lantern' Txen: (jackie wins diaperyest butt)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Sparrin', huh? That whatcha callin' it these days?// Windchill: (( It sure is a diaper butt. )) FakeProwl: ((you're right)) Whirl: ((omfg)) Whirl: *snickers* boomtank: ((can't unsee that now Windchill: *Raises brow too.* Whirl: ((also may I say: JEFFREY! COMBS...)) Airachnid: same tbh)) FakeProwl: *squints at the screen. squints very hard* Windchill: *Taps his claws against his lower lip.* boomtank: ...? CptRodimus: *snickers* Sparring. FakeProwl: ... Are the adult humans flirting. Windchill: Fascinating. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Glances over. Curious ping.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes.]] CptRodimus: One is Windchill: Oh, look who can count. Whirl: *snickers again* Txen: Skylynx: *snorts* FakeProwl: *HAH. satisfied nod. figured it out on aliens, no less.* Txen: ((lots of glorious mandible dragon)) Whirl: I never really get tired of seeing Starscream get pushed around. Airachnid: Perhaps you shouldn't anger the giant creaute that can easily destroy equipment Starscream. Whirl: ((Predaking is fantastic <3)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Irritated vent. He may not be a Decepticon, but that was still HIS communications equipment once upon a time* ItsyBitsySpyers: *At least he wasn't there for that.* Windchill: Oh my god. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble cackles* Whirl: !!! Whirl: HEY. FakeProwl: Pff. Whirl: I guess me and the sassy one have similar taste in nicknames. CptRodimus: *snickers* Windchill: *Cackles.* Txen: *if it helps, he MEANT to hit the dish. and it played a part in him becoming a destabilizing force for the cons later on* Txen: ((wow miko u shipper)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Lil bit.* Airachnid: Likewise. Txen: ((i love you ko....... so much)) Windchill: Good grief. Whirl: I mean, there are more disgusting things. CptRodimus: *laughs reminds him of Drift's opion on that* FakeProwl: ((he's a treasure)) Whirl: Like imagining Starscream interfacing. Whirl: ((he is indeed)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why, Whirl. Why.]] Whirl: It was the most disgusting thing I could think of! Windchill: Congratulations, you sicko. Airachnid: Well, Whirl isn't wrong. boomtank: ............... FakeProwl: *imagines. ... mentally shrugs.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Somewhere, Ratbat is laughing.* CptRodimus: *pscyically shrugs* FakeProwl: ... How thick is his upholstery if he couldn't feel them crawling out of the back? Whirl: *nods decisively and takes another long sip, savoring the flavor* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It's very plush.]] Windchill: That question sounded wrong, you know? boomtank: Apparently very thick CptRodimus: You tested the pushing Soundwave? CptRodimus: :3c ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Don't be ridiculous. Knock Out bragged.]] Whirl: Yeah, you seem really interested in his interior, prowl. *shoots him a sly look* FakeProwl: He probably installed genuine leather, didn't he. He seems the type. boomtank: Bragged about his seats? CptRodimus: Why-- I'd test it-- if I could gag him. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Bragged about his everything.]] boomtank: Ah boomtank: Seems the type Airachnid: He's the type of mecha that brags about literally anything about himself. boomtank: Really boomtank: ? boomtank: ((Raaaaaf ItsyBitsySpyers: [[His voice is acceptable.]] CptRodimus: *thumbs up* If you got it. Flaunt it Whirl: I like his attitude. CptRodimus: His jokes arent. Only one mech doing those puns allowed! Windchill: Lies. Whirl: Yeah,, you should hear the bad puns that come cracking out of THIS one. *elbows Windchill* boomtank: ...why didn't they have Soundwave do it in the first place? Windchill: *Grins. he's not ashamed.* CptRodimus: Desk mech boomtank: I mean, that's his system set up ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He doesn't know. He was not told when he acquired the footage.]] Whirl: I'm guessing Starscream didn't tell anyone until he had to. Windchill: Probably. boomtank: I'd be pissed if someone messed around with mine boomtank: Weren't you? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Always.]] Txen: Shockwave: Whirl is correct. He wished to avoid the involvement of parties who were likely to report to Megatron. Airachnid: [grumbles at the sight of the Insecticons being terminated] Txen: Shockwave: *just because he was in his lab doesnt mean he didnt -pay attention-* FakeProwl: *ghhh. insecticons.* Windchill: *Frowns.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((lord i'm failing all the insect moments tonight i'm sorry)) FakeProwl: ((it's okay. we'll call it accidental exposure therapy.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((pffft.)) boomtank: ((poor prowl CptRodimus: Now its two ItsyBitsySpyers: *Logs Shockwave's explanation* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Two what?// Windchill: Pffft. CptRodimus: Two flirting ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ohhh, heh. Yeah.// boomtank: /really/ boomtank: ..... CptRodimus: Thats it~ Whirl: Pfft. What an idiot. Shockwave--did you KNOW from the get-go that the Preds would be sapient when you cloned 'em? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((aw, rats. okay)) Whirl: ((only three?)) boomtank: ((aww FakeProwl: *... he destroyed it JUST so that he could get to see Starscream's access code as it rebooted? unexpectedly devious. prowl approves.* Windchill: (( Good I was gonna say I might pee myself if I have to sit through Thirst tonight. )) CptRodimus: ((lol three is all we do every week Whirl: ((No, we always do four, dude)) Airachnid: really? felt like two)) FakeProwl: ((three to four. on very rare occasions, five.)) Txen: ((we usually do 4 but have been doing 3 lately :') )) boomtank: I think he just disproved Starscream there Whirl: ((okee dokee!)) CptRodimus: ((Well i need dinner and if we watch anoter its going be 12 before I get food FakeProwl: ((I'm fine ending here tonight)) Whirl: ((By all means! Go get yo dinner >8V FakeProwl: ((that means next week we get to start off with the best episode)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((...that means if everyone has straws on sunday this episode is gonna be really funny the next night.)) boomtank: ((HAH boomtank: ((don't think they'll look at straws the same again ItsyBitsySpyers: ((well, not funny, per se, but ooc the timing is, to me.)) Whirl: ((whirl still has no idea why Rodimus called him furry)) CptRodimus: *stretches* CptRodimus: ((mmmmmmmmmhahaha ItsyBitsySpyers: *In any case. Soundwave finally - FINALLY - gets something right and pings Prowl a warning.* CptRodimus: ((its ok rodimus is a well known xeno-*** Txen: Shockwave: *quiet for a moment. answering these things is always a little touchy when Predaking is present* Little direct information was available regarding Predacon abilities until they were cloned. FakeProwl: *... is the warning for next week. did you warn him a week early* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave, accidental liar. Early tape termination unexpected. First tape next session, last Insecticon appearances. Airachnid: you can never be too prepared Prowl)) FakeProwl: *it's a week early. he'll take it. nods.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...This one suspects Prowl enjoys reason. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Stretches* Whirl: *nods* CptRodimus: *considering the room* FakeProwl: *oh? curious glance.* @Soundwave «I'll look forward to it.» Whirl: And did YOU always know how to access your bot mode? Just decided not to? *looks to Predaking* Windchill: (( Jfc I forgot the next few episodes Chill's going to get worked UP. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Suspicious look at Rodimus considering the room like that. What is he up to* CptRodimus: *:3* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Is he playing more lewd songs* boomtank: -oh. Right. Preds are in the room. Oops- Whirl: ((OHH BOY)) Txen: Predaking: *was still contemplating the screen. glances over and shakes his helm solemnly* No. When I first awoke, I possessed little more than natural instinct. Windchill: (( WHAT WHAT'S HAPPENIN )) Whirl: *nods; interesting* I'm glad your path to self-discovery was one long sequence of moments where you made Starscream's life difficult. Whirl: ((I was saying that in prep for Windchill gettin bothered)) CptRodimus: Like any true forgling. Windchill: (( OH DERP. Not the hot and bothered kind WE HOPE. )) CptRodimus: *stands and stretches bouncing out some extra energy* Txen: Predaking: *snorts quietly and smirks a bit* I would go on to do more than that. *waves a claw in the direction of his gouged-out optic* FakeProwl: *prowl is really starting to be unable to stand this song* Windchill: (( Assuming I make it next week that is, schedule's still out. >:U )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave's not sure what he was expecting from that :3 face.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *This seems... relatively safe* Whirl: Nice! I look forward to seeing that. Windchill: *STRETCHES, leans on Whirl a little.* CptRodimus: ((I only got 28 sings rn TnT the only pc had 200 rodimus songs CptRodimus: ((old* Whirl: *leans back* Next week, presumably, my processor won't feel like it got smashed by the Magnus hammer, so you'd better not make me kick you. Windchill: That sounds like a challenge. Windchill: Or a threat, maybe. Windchill: I think you'll find I respond very well to threats. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oh i don't mind, i was just like. worried the couches were gonna drop again or something lmao)) CptRodimus: ...WOuldnt you LIKE it if Magnus''s hammer hit you? Whirl: Mostly a warning. Whirl: Not in the crotch, I wouldn't. Windchill: Really? CptRodimus: *helm tilt* Thats a weakness? Windchill: It's almost like you don't love me anymore. Txen: ((SAME CRO)) boomtank: ((plz don't drop the couches again FakeProwl: ((i was expecting increasingly lewd songs tbh)) Windchill: *Drapes his arm over his face dramatically, what happened to the mech who's bed he dented?* CptRodimus: ((lol rodimus was seeing if there was a lap he wanted to try to crawl into CptRodimus: ((I ran out of ideas lol ItsyBitsySpyers: ((every single person on this couch would have been horrified lmao)) Txen: ((predakings lap is empty but i Do Not Recommend)) Sorida changed their nickname to Bee. boomtank: ((this Blaster is too small for that Whirl: ((perch upon the Predathrone Rodders)) Bee: ((dang did i miss everything? XD)) Bee: ((.........leave predaking's lap empty 2k17)) Whirl: I mean, it doesn't feel GREAT, Captain. FakeProwl: ((a room full of totally ill-suited laps)) Airachnid: yeah pretty much)) CptRodimus: ((At least Preds by find a bot the same heat/hotter than him interesting? Whirl: And I do it BECAUSE I care, Windchill. What else are friends for, if not kicking each other in the junk? Whirl: (HAHA WHAT TIMING BEE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy's tired. He trudges over to Soundwave and flicks his assigned arm to signal a dock request. Soundwave nods, and very shortly, has one randomly shorter and thicker arm because why not.* Bee: ((END ME...)) CptRodimus: I know some mechs into that actually. Windchill: ...Sounds like I've been slacking on my end, what with all that kicking I haven't been doing. Windchill: One day, you'll get your comeuppance. Whirl: I'm sure there are. Everything is somebody's something. Whirl: One day. But it is not this day. CptRodimus: If it exsist someones got a thing for it CptRodimus: ((youtube these ads are keeping bad Windchill: Sure, I'll go easy on you since you have a headache. Airachnid: Ah yes, I love this song. boomtank: ...... Whirl: *snickers* Txen: *shockwave casually watches to inspect the docking sequence. good, everything still seems to be working as intended* Bee: ..So that's where the meme comes from. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Yep. Even tired, all is 100% well.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Perhaps he should make a short night of it. Much to... think about. Before next week.]] CptRodimus: Whats next week? Whirl: You can just admit you're intimidated by me, Windchill. It's all right. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[If he told you, we wouldn't need to see it.]] Windchill: Me, lie? Windchill: Never. FakeProwl: *half-watches. other hand.* Whirl: If by "never" you mean, "right now." boomtank: That's ominous Txen: *expects no less from his own work, but thats no reason not to remain vigilant for unexpected complications* Windchill: Ding dong, you're wrong. Whirl: *streeetches slowly, mking sure to leverage his weight back on Windchill as much as possible* All right. I'm out. Later, losers. Windchill: I'll beat you up right now if that's what you want. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Farewell, Whirl. And if it sounds ominous, it should.]] Windchill: Or, later. boomtank: G'night Whirl Bee: ...Omninous isn't good. Whirl: *bobs his helm to Soundwave and go, and elbows Windchill one last time* Later. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods to both companions and rises, gesturing for the others to hurry up and dock.* Windchill: Bye, sucker. boomtank: ...right then Txen: (augh guys im gonna dip out too, i have some chores i need to get done before bed and i wanna get caught up on replies)) Whirl: *also bobs his head to Blaster, and to Airachnid... and Shockwave, and the Preds* Whirl: *he's got so many people to bob to these days* CptRodimus: ((rosimus asked sound a question ItsyBitsySpyers: ((soundwave answered!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((look two below your question)) CptRodimus: ((got it! FakeProwl: *stands as well* CptRodimus: Oh. just the vids. I already seen it. Airachnid: [is just going to leave as well, she's getting bored] Bee: ((whelp g'night everyone, been fun. XD)) Windchill: *Stretches now that he has more couch to himself!* ItsyBitsySpyers: *....Nods. Don't say anything yet, Rodimus.* Txen: Shockwave: Fare well. *will have to spend a few moments corralling the predacons before they can go* boomtank: -Stands as well- G'night, and thanks for the vids CptRodimus: *his wings are the only spoilers allowed* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Once everyone's collected, Soundwave pings the room goodnight, and heads home. Those claws may be twitching slightly on his way out.* boomtank: ((thanks for the stream! Windchill: *How long can he nap before someone chases him home? LET'S FIND OUT.* CptRodimus: *smirks lewdly-- then sudden;y sighs and flops back onto his couch to sulk a little before pulling out a datapad* CptRodimus: *who else is still here he glances over his datapad light from a vid lighting up his faceplates* Windchill: *Is here drooling.* FakeProwl: *hasn't left quite yet* FakeProwl: *... eye of the tiger came on* Windchill: *Always a good reason to hang out.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave would've approved if he was still here.* CptRodimus: *slightly turns up what he is watching straining will make it out now* Windchill: *Well that's an ungodly racket there, isn't it.* Windchill: *It's enough to wake the dead, or him at least.* CptRodimus: *its pornz btw* Windchill: *Nice.* Windchill: *He sits up with a groan, and wipes his face. Short nap = good, now it's time to go back home and WORK.* FakeProwl: *prowl is going to interpret that as a "get out of the room" sign— dammit rodimus* Windchill: Ugh, bye you losers. FakeProwl: *you can't go "get out of the room" with your porn and then put on the Eagles.* Windchill: I'm out. *Creaks to his feet, and shuffles out.* CptRodimus: *its two types of pronz he'd make sweet love with engles on* CptRodimus: ((engle omg FakeProwl: *well who wouldn't.* CptRodimus: See ya CptRodimus: *flips his datapad over and just offlines his optics and lets his helm fall back as he listens* FakeProwl: *he's stuck here til the end of the song. might as well sit again.* CptRodimus: Eagles are pretty great. FakeProwl: *is rodimus talking to him? ... he's the only one here. apparently so.* They are. CptRodimus: You get a copy of the Cybertorian remaster greatest hits yet? FakeProwl: No. I just recorded them off the radio. CptRodimus: Ask one of the green squad I got it--- I found--- gdi I dataswapped and a con and that encoded. They should beable to find a copy of that remaster not encoding in--- well that data. *grins* FakeProwl: On Earth? I don't think they're still in communication with any 'Cons that were on Earth. ... Or anyone else, for that matter. CptRodimus: I got it on Earth before hte war ended. CptRodimus: That con didnt make it pass Dark Cybertron otherwise I'd ask him for the clean copy. CptRodimus: *sorta a lie...* CptRodimus: *oh well Prowl doesnt care* CptRodimus: I know someone gota have a clean copy of it somewhere. And I cant go asking without the looks, Drift not going to want me getting. So *finger points* If you find a clean copy I'm interested! FakeProwl: I'll let you know if I find one. It might be on the B.C. CptRodimus: ((bc? FakeProwl: ((Big Conversation. decepticon facebook. the Constructicons are all on.)) CptRodimus: ((prefect! thats what I was thinking! CptRodimus: ((meanwhile rodimsu got too relaxed and early walked into admited he hardlined with a con mid war oopies FakeProwl: ((prowl assumes he's talking about 'facing with a Con during the time they were cooperating on building that shuttle)) FakeProwl: ((rn he's trying to mentally cross-reference "Cons that were working on the shuttle" and "Cons that died during Dark Cybertron" and not coming up with any names)) CptRodimus: ((that what rodimus was covering it too even if it was a on coming f*ck0buddy thing CptRodimus: ((Since the Con wasnt on earth during that time CptRodimus: ((But he had been on earth breifly before FakeProwl: ((rn Prowl's #1 suspect is Skywarp. He didn't die during DC, but he came out of it severely weakened.)) CptRodimus: ((close same alt mode CptRodimus: ((and skywarp fits Rodimus's taste CptRodimus: ((looks wise CptRodimus: ((let me know if you want to know if you dont already xD FakeProwl: ((prowl's thinking "yeah... they're just obnoxious enough to match each other")) FakeProwl: ((go head.)) FakeProwl: ((top suspect is sunstorm)) CptRodimus: ((Sunstorm CptRodimus: ((yeppers CptRodimus: ((I wanted one i could line up and move around mid war and it not really matter FakeProwl: ((gad, and they're both nyon survivors)) CptRodimus: (also they had a breif encounter right before the LL left, native Drift wasnt pleased. But sunstorm was way into wanting to play out a prime and his seeker kink and roddy contently indulged YEP Smokescreee: FRAG IT'S MONDAY FakeProwl: ... You missed it. FakeProwl: !!! Smokescreee: i missed everything CptRodimus: *startles* FakeProwl: ((those were backwards, cmon LS)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LMFAO)) Smokescreee: How much did I miss? CptRodimus: You want a copy? CptRodimus: Three of them Smokescreee: Yeah! That'd be good! Smokescreee: I mean- I lived through it, but seeing what the 'cons were up to is fun. CptRodimus: Whats your nurolink id? CptRodimus: ...You guys got those? FakeProwl: *tries to tune smokescreen out and focus to Boston* CptRodimus: There was alot of con parts Smokescreee: That? Not exactly-- there's probably an equivalent, though. Smokescreee: Oh, really? ... How embarrassing was I? CptRodimus: You were fine. CptRodimus: Mostly is was dragons and Starscream being... himself. FakeProwl: *and Knock Out being handsome. ... Prowl's keeping that observation to himself.* CptRodimus: Even ours is more competant. *stands up and overs a personal cable to smokey.* You may want to sit to data transfer with me. *he kneels over a table and starts going threw a crate* Smokescreee: /Hey Smokescreen would shamelessly agree that Knock Out is handsome in these/ Smokescreee: Yeaaahh, Starscream's a mess. I'm glad he's not around where I am whenever I rewatch this stuff. And- wait, really? /And he's going to go ahead and sit down before plugging that into himself./ CptRodimus: !! CptRodimus: *dont think dont think dont think* CptRodimus: *pulls out a inbetweener Rodimus cant control his data speeds.. muc to his embrassment* CptRodimus: *just going to gently unplug you there smokey we dont want to fry you today yes?* Smokescreee: /Oh dangit- Smokescreen was going to try to think about some songs he's been tricked with/ CptRodimus: *just going to try to guilty hide the device from Prowl* Smokescreee: /But not being fried sounds pretty good to him!/ CptRodimus: *ok ther in .4 sec all the vides to this point* FakeProwl: *no worries, Prowl's barely paying attention. he's listening to the music.* FakeProwl: *he's vaguely aware that they're hardlining. But Kansas is on.* CptRodimus: *unplugs and pats Smokey's head* There you go! CptRodimus: ((its just boring kind Smokescreee: /Whoaaaa-- that's a pretty good use! Smokescreen's trying to think of anything he can provide in return- and then Rodimus unplugs./ Smokescreee: Thanks! I'll have to get something for you next time. FakeProwl: ((it's more boring than Kansas, that's all Prowl's concerned about.)) CptRodimus: *smiles then winks* You can trade me later with more flair~ CptRodimus: ((now THAT is sexy hardline offer Smokescreee: /Winking back/ Dunno if I can have as much flair as you! You're the one with flames here, after all CptRodimus: *lols* It's true. Must be hard to have to live up to the little bro. CptRodimus: OK! Now I gota get to work before Drift steals all of it. So if I want my heatsink tonight I gota beat him to my piles of pads! Smokescreee: Hey- I'm pretty sure I can match, though. I've got my own racing stripes here- and phase shifter's got its own flair! CptRodimus: It does!!1 I wanta see that once I finish getting this ship up and moving Smokescreee: Have a good night, then! Get that heatsink! CptRodimus: *snickers* I will FakeProwl: *prowl's pretty sure this means the music is over* CptRodimus: *nods to Prowl* FakeProwl: *that's fine. looks like the playlist has started repeating anyway. Rodimus doesn't have enough songs.* CptRodimus: *its sad* FakeProwl: *nods back* FakeProwl: *flickers and disappears*

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