#and accidentally stumbling on an official movie along the way

[heloflor]

Probably my hottest Mario take: I might actually like the 1986 Anime Movie more than the 2023 Movie. Yes the 2023 one is a better movie overall while the 86 Anime didn’t age well and is filled with plot conveniences and random things happening just because, along with the bad animation, questionable voice acting, weird soundtrack and sound design, but idk I still really like it.

It’s just that there’s something very charming about that movie. It came out a single year after the first Super Mario Bros, back when there was little to no lore about the Mushroom Kingdom, and it really shows in the way enemies are used and random characters exist but also you can tell they made an effort with the little they had. It’s like watching the very beginning of the franchise, way before it became the phenomenon it is today, and there’s something about it I really like.

I’m also fascinated by the way Peach and Bowser were written in it. This was the first time these two were given a personality past “evil bad guy” and “damsel in distress”. And not only are they both great in the little screentime they have, but these new personality traits, given one single year after the creation of those characters, remain to this day their personality, albeit with a few small tweaks (Bowser being a dad becoming a huge part of his character, Peach losing her temper in most versions). Kinda funny how these two are the biggest highlight of the movie despite only being in it for like 5 minutes, but still, love what was done with them.

And when it comes to comparing it to the 2023 Movie, I actually find it hilarious how many similarities the two have, including having the exact same skeleton for their story. It’s been 37 years yet Nintendo is still writing the same thing, I love it (more on the comparison here).

Oh yeah and because I just know there are some people who will go “the hell you like about this movie?!”, here’s an actual list!

- Literally everything about the intro is great once you get past the weirdness of the Mushroom people coming out the TV. We get Mario playing the Famicom, Peach managing to defend herself for a while before getting overwhelmed, Mario being hilariously chill about all of this, Mario more than willing to fight Bowser until he sees just how enormous Bowser is and gets intimidated, the back and forth between Peach and Mario hiding behind each other, that moment where Bowser gets rid of Mario with one finger and then smiles about it followed by a beat and then Peach starts throwing furniture at him, the Game Over screen, Luigi reacting like you’d expect. Just. Everything about this scene is great!

- The wooden title cards look amazing. It’s a small thing, but I love the “fairytale” vibe it gives the movie. And now that I think about it, that might also be why I’m being so nice with this movie, since fairytales do tend to be small stories with little going on and not always making sense, making it easier to forgive its flaws.

- The shop scene is also very solid in showing us who Mario and Luigi are as people and how they play off of each-other. On that note, I like their dynamic. It’s a bit of the usual bickering siblings who would still do anything for each other, but it works.

- The meeting with the wizard guy is also solid with the way Mario and Luigi react to things. It’s a bit of an exposition dump, but you can tell they try to make it entertaining. Plus, it works for how simplistic the story is (yes I’m giving this movie a lot of slack).

- The travel montages...yeah I’m gonna be honest with this one, it sucks. I do like how they use them to show the different power-ups they get, but it’s still very boring and I skip them when watching the movie. Except for the last one on the airship, that one is pleasant.

- Luigi tripping on mushrooms. Do I even need to say more? But yeah that whole sequence with the paratroopa is nice (once you get past the fact that a turtle made a bunch of birds). And I like how clever Mario gets to save himself and Luigi from the babies.

- I’m not one to care about people drawing smut of cartoon characters, but the internet is sleeping on those Toads. That’d actually be hilarious if the main takeaway the fandom had of this movie were to be the Toad girls. And on an unrelated note, their designs is more original than the Toads we get now!

- The whole sequence with the Piranha plants and the Lakitu honestly bores me and drags on a bit. The Piranhas might also be the worst animated part of this whole thing. I do like how much of a selfish bitch the Lakitu is though. Idk, that’s a fun character in their shittiness.

- The scene in the cavern is fine. I like how the Hammer Bros is used as that intimidating guard, and we get to see Luigi be the one to solve the issue this time around! On that note, I love that Luigi’s love for money isn’t only for jokes but is at times used as a plot point (him later on flooding the castle and finding Mario’s star). Mario’s daydream is also pretty cute.

- I probably watched that scene between Peach and Bowser a dozen times since I re-discovered this movie this year. I adore the way they are characterized, especially in the context of this being the first time they’ve been written this way. Bonus points for Bowser who has no rights being as adorable as he is in this. Ultimately this scene doesn’t really advance the story, but I still love that we got some insight on who these two are at such an early stage of the franchise’s existence.

- The underwater scene is also a slug to go through, though it’s interesting to see how they used the Cheep Cheep. Also Mario dressing up as a ballerina while the dog references that one queer music star is a yes.

- I find the third act of this movie to be honestly solid. Sure there are some contrivances with the fire platforms room and the water somehow destroying the castle, but I still like it. Granted it might be due to how much screentime Bowser gets here. Speaking of which, it’s actually surprising that Bowser turns down Peach when she promises to marry him if he lets Mario alone, with Bowser refusing because he knows Mario might be trouble since he already ate two of the power-ups. This is probably top five smartest things Bowser has done in the entire franchise. This isn’t an insult to Games Bowser btw, I fucking love this dumbass, and he is kind of a dumbass when interacting with Peach in this movie as well!

- While the ending is hated for a reason and I do find it dumb as well, it’s still incredibly sweet how Mario accepts it and wishes happiness on Peach.

So overall, is the 86 Anime good? Ehh, not really. But if you’re able to get past all the weird shit going on, it’s very charming as a piece of Mario history, and it’s especially funny to see all the small things that end up becoming a core part of the franchise. And because of that, I can’t help but like it more than the 2023 Movie, even if the 2023 one is an overall better movie (I’d give the 86 Anime a 4,5/10 and the 2023 one a 6/10 in terms of movie quality; but in terms of enjoyment the 86 Anime is above the 2023 Movie for me)

[ackerfics]

levi x reader in anastasia au i've got so many thoughts.......

levi and erwin as dmitry and vlad bc the revolution's got them in a financially disadvantaged position

levi stumbling upon reader singing in the empty ballroom, dancing away to forgotten memories

(it is then and there that he falls for her, but he doesn't believe in love at first sight so he doesn't realise it yet)

erwin chuckling at the banter between levi and reader, keeping track of who's bested who in a notebook like vlad in the movie

levi with the words he can't say lodged in his throat as he watches reader glide down the stairway of the opera house, draped in a dress whose magnificence rivals the night sky

levi and reader having a moment when they realise "it was you all along" like in in a crowd of thousands from the musical

just. levi x reader in anastasia au.

cel, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS <33 i can't help but add little things here and there as well oh my God :<<

levi and erwin as dmitry and vlad is just so perfect. after hearing that there's a huge sum of money being offered if the real princess is found, they had to take that opportunity. with levi's background as a thief and conman and erwin's smooth way of talking people until he convinces them, these two are the best duo to ever exist.

after another day of seeing poor imitations of the real princess, levi finds reader in the old palace of the royal family, twirling in the ballroom with perfect and elegant steps only the nobility teaches to their children. he swears he sees people dancing alongside her, as if the night is meant for a celebration of grandeur and sparkling gowns. the song she's singing, too, is so hauntingly beautiful that levi can't help but feel lured into every word. it's most likely she's searching for a lost memory but it's so out of reach. it's safe to say that levi accidentally finds himself getting enchanted with the unknown young woman doing a one-sided waltz in the ballroom.

and erwin being this little shit who tallies every single point in his little journal. he keeps this page a secret from levi because if his best friend knows about him keeping tabs on their amusing bickering, levi would rip that specific page off, and erwin will start over again. because he's been levi's partner in crime since they were fifteen, he knows that levi's snarky replies are far from irritation (unlike other arguments he had with infuriating people) so erwin concludes that his best friend enjoys the never-ending back and forth internally. erwin is definitely on reader's side the whole time, never tell levi this fact though.

levi finding himself mesmerized with every thing reader does. like how she carries herself like an heiress of a noble fortune. or how she effortlessly executes every lesson erwin assigns to her in preparation for the dowager empress's evaluation. or the way she reminds him of the princess he admires from afar, the princess she's playing for them to get the money from the empress. because of the reminder that they (him and erwin) are somewhat using reader, the budding feelings he once felt for the lost princess die down, replaced by an overwhelming wave of guilt. however, when she smiles at him in that dress erwin makes her wear on the boat to paris, he's officially shrouded in a pink haze. the feelings he suppressed the past days overrules his infatuation for the lost princess.

meanwhile, erwin knows this won't end well as he watches levi and reader dance on the deck of the ship. it's the first time he sees levi with that look on his face. erwin is the one who teases them about their tension but he never expects it will develop this grandly. of course, he supports this but knowing that levi told him that they'll never share the prize money with reader before embarking on this journey, he knows levi is screwed.

can i just say that anya's midnight blue gown is one of the prettiest gowns i've ever seen [screams]. and levi agrees. reader in that breathtaking dress is the show of the night for him. the whole time the opera is unfolding in front of them, levi can't seem to concentrate on the singers expressing their emotions through song. instead, he carefully glances at reader, who's so immersed in the opera that it's safe for him to linger his stare for a moment longer. as if his stare calls for her, reader turns her head to find levi staring at her with the most adoring eyes. she only smiles, which leaves levi in a wide-eyed, blushing mess that she chuckles at. she even tells him that he's being adorable, to which he responds that it's her fault for turning him into this mess.

again, levi, you can't flirt to save your life and please, your feelings are showing, sweetie.

CEL, THAT SONG HOLY SHIT IT'S SO HEART-WRENCHING :<<

after having a nightmare about the mysterious people telling her to remember, reader finds herself in the company of levi. which leads to their revelation that they already fell in love with each other way before any of this happened.

it started with levi telling her a story of his first love, the lost princess, where he's walking along the palace gardens (because his mother is one of the help) and he sees her enjoying her cup of tea in the gazebo. he then encourages reader to fill in the story since he personally believes she's the lost princess (feelings aside -- which is an excuse). it's going well, with reader describing the weather and how she feels hot because of her dress. until she says that there was a boy who offered her a flower from the garden, a boy who's smaller than her yet handed her a carnation with a determined face. she also laughs a little when she adds that the boy then realized he was in front of royalty so he bowed the lowest bow she's ever seen in her life. levi is astounded at this because he never mentions this little detail to anyone but reader easily puts this out there. one can tell from the look in her eyes that she's not just filling in the gaps, she's reliving it the memory or watching it play around her.

then they nearly kiss but levi splashes cold water on himself by going on one knee and saying, "your highness". give this man a break please. he only wants to show reader how much he loves her but no can do.

ah, fated lovers and their love for each other that transcends time.

JUST LEVI X READER IN AN ANASTASIA AU. JUST THEM LOVING EACH OTHER IN THIS UNIVERSE.

[lunar-wandering]

out of curiosity, will you tell us more about your monkie kid ocs?

you bet i will, let’s go folks, random infodump about my OC’s here we go-

Iva:

- she/her

- ace (edit: she’s aroace specifically)

- eel demon. she’s not all that good at walking with her legs. like swimming more, obviously.

- her alignment would be. chaotic chaotic. genuinely.

- she kidnaps Red Son once and that’s kinda... bad but they both had fun at the end of the day so-

- she’s a scene kid.

- she pranks everyone. constantly. nobody is safe.

- she does know how to be serious though. you know something is serious serious if she’s not joking around

Aeolian:

- he/him

- bi (in the disaster way specifically)

- monkey demon

- he’s got wind magic....as well as a few other tricks up his sleeve

- his alignment would be Chaotic Neutral

- i don’t have any really set design for him yet but i feel like yall need to know hes got those like pom pom earrings, like what Monk has in Eto Ranger

- he mainly stays in his human glamor....

- ....except for when he’s phantom thieving.

- thats right bitch, this monkey boy’s a phantom thief! he’s called Phantom Thief Fanfare.

- he’s usually a rather calm person... usually. some of that it just a front, but he does need to like. Emulate Iva to reach the appropriate level of crazyness for a heist.

- He keeps accidentally learning people’s secrets. like he keeps being in the area when someone drops information, or stumbles upon the open page of a diary, etc. He’s so fucking done with it, but he keeps a book of it all just in case he needs the info some day.

- he owns a bookstore

- no mirrors allowed. for Reasons.

Haze:

- they/them

- bi

- also a monkey demon, ‘cept with smoke magic this time. (its definitely not because i wanted to make a smoke and mirrors joke)

- they’re a detective! and they’re very good at their job!

- they honestly figured out that Aeolian was Fanfare a while ago but they haven’t done anything about it yet. They wanna figure out why he’s doing it first.

- they’re alignment would be chaotic good.

- they actually, surprisingly enough, are really good at music. they write songs when they’re not investigating things

- Haze genuinely worries about Aeolian and Iva sometimes...

- (Haze is the only one in the group who hasn’t experience some kind of trauma)

- Haze is a very lucky monkey

- speaking of which, they don’t bother with a glamor. full monkey, all the time.

General HCs for all of them:

- Aeolian has. a major crush on Haze, which Iva keeps teasing him about

- theres a small pool connected to the ocean in one of the back rooms of Aeolian’s bookstore/house, so Iva can go from her underwater house to Aeolian’s rather quickly

- Haze and Iva get along surprisingly well, the two of them tend to talk about recent shows they’ve seen and stuff like that.

- they drag Macaque into their friend group the same way one drags a cat to a bath. with spite, determination, and several injuries. and also hissing. a surprising amount of hissing really, we thought you were more civilized, Macaque.

- they make him part of the friend group partly because Iva thought it’d be funny (which it was), and partly because Aeolian is certain they’ll need someone powerful with them when shit inevitably goes down.

- (of course,when shit goes down, it turns out Macaque is not enough, and Aeolian has to go get MK and the others for help, but that’s later)

- Haze, Aeolian, and Iva have movie nights! ....whenever Haze gets to pick a movie they pick something about phantom thieves and Aeolian is getting nervous. Iva knows full well that Haze has already figured Aeolian out. she thinks it’s hilarious.

- they’re all neurodivergent. yes, all of them. Haze is the only one with an Official Diagnosis for autism but the other two are neurodivergent as well.

- Picnics! Under! The! Sea! (dont worry, Iva makes an air bubble so the food doesn’t get wet.)

- they all like to bake, so sometimes one of them will just show up with a tray full of baked goodies for the others.

- Aeolian sees MK nearly fall off a building once. He used his wind powers in order to make sure he didn’t fall. MK was left confused over it for weeks.

- Haze will sometimes eat at Pigsy’s Noodles while working on case notes.

- Iva makes it her duty to pranks whoever she comes across, but Red Son and Wukong get Special Pranking Treatment.

- (she had to get Aeolian and Haze to help her move everything in Wukong’s house on the mountain an inch to the left. don’t ask how she convinced the two of them, you don’t want to know.)

[amachaheadcanons]

CAN YOU GIVE FLUFFY HEADCANONS FOR AMACHA ON DATES??

YOU BET YOUR FINE BOOTY I CAN ANON

(⊙ω⊙✿) Me likes the way you think!!

Fluffy Headcanon Set of Amacha on Dates

You might wanna be sitting for this...there's a lot...

They study hard for an hour and a half before a well-deserved break, in which Rantaro starts cooking up a storm. Tenko insists on helping since he refused to take her money. "Tenko's sure you just want her to pay a high price! Tch, typical--"

Their first date is accidental. She came over to study/work on a school project/get tutored. Considering one of his father's Japan-based houses is close to a train station, the two decide to go there; it was quieter than the dorms.

It's a quaint traditional home for 1, on the larger side in comparison to typical Japanese apartments. Being a quiet, hideyhole for FatherAmami, it was vacant of maids/butlers. Of course, Rantaro cooks dinner for them.

'So that's why Rantaro took so long "getting study snacks" at the supermarket' Tenko realised. This unexpected thoughtful side of his making her soften inside.

"No need, Chabashira-san. Your thanks will be enjoying the meal I slaved away making just for you~." He teases. Despite attempting to refute and ensure he was aware she didn't mind chipping in some money, he refused with no end. Including the train fare and his precious tutoring time. He didn't want anything from her. Though that didn't stop her from asserting he was hiding ulterior motives, nor internally denying the fact she savoured every denial he made whenever she joked about him trying to get in her panties. She appreciated the constant dismissal, while silly, it reassured her; comforted her.

She starts chopping up veggies both spitefully and with pride. The food smells delicious, he can see it on her face despite her verbal denial. They get caught up in cooking and conversation, studying further never gracing their minds. They were too busy enjoying the other's company. He pleasantly surprised her, thus why she continued to launch questions at him.

She speedily sets the table before he can. A little too excited to eat his food.

Because the house is so old, the lights go out. The fuse box is a pain to figure out on an empty stomach, thus why Rantaro breaks out the fancy candles and they eat by candlelight. It's very romantic, Tenko starts to blush as it reminds her of romance manga. Now thankful for the light shortage since he couldn't grasp the extent of her embarrassment.

They talk for hours. By 9pm they're too tired to even attempt studying, and instead finish the night with a Disney movie and tea and biscuits on the pull-out sofa bed. "How luxurious!!"

Tenko's excitement never looked more beautiful/endearing.

Rantarou's dozes off first, his light snoring made her giggle. He was so dainty. She gently lays the blankets he previously prepared over his sleeping form.

Sitting a comfortable distance to finish the movie. A lullaby plays on screen and Tenko is easy prey. She ends up sinking into the bed beside him, the cool autumn air didn't help her sleep-cuddling tendencies, thus making her spoon him for warmth. His sleeping form happily complies and fits in the mould she made.

Both being early risers, Rantarou's embarrassed to be in the situation, but smiles anyway, patting her hair, she instantly stirs, he pretends to be asleep.

When Tenko rubs the sleep from her eyes, she stares at him, their positions exposing she was, in fact, the instigator of such affection. She slowly slides out, utterly embarrassed and completely confused. She gets to work in the kitchen, {even wearing his apron} to surprise him with breakfast in bed. "As thanks" for dinner the night before... He is happily surprised, both at her way of showing gratitude and the feelings making his chest tight at the image of her wearing such domestic accents.

^ Those dinner/study/movie endeavours continue for almost 3 months before he has the guts to invite her to Disneyland, confident she'd love it. She asserts the idea and is all-in after Rantarou confesses the last time he went was with his sisters...he sounded so gloomy whilst reminiscing and she insists they go to restore the happiness it's supposed to invoke!! It'd be a crime otherwise.

He goes all out. He buys them front of the line, year-long passes. They're worth it. This one's the official first date. At least in his head, he tells her it isn't but he wants it to be, and it definitely looks like one.

Tenko is no longer scared or feels threatened around him, not in the slightest. Strangely though, anger stirs inside her chest and makes her lips thin whenever girls fawn/compliment him so boldly.

He waits patiently for Tenko when she's using the bathroom. On her way out, her appreciation is emphasised by a wide grin as he watched her with excited eyes. A stranger crosses their path. Tenko increases her speed, "He better not ditch Tenko for this beautiful and pure ginger fox-- oh how embarrassing that would be!! Not to mention low!"

A girl from school attempts to confess to him, in the happiest, most magical place of all. She's a year younger than them. So pure, kind and sweet. He doesn't have the heart to outright reject her, thus stumbling over his words awkwardly, Tenko can sense he's trying to be gentle.

Tenko smoothly approaches and wraps an arm around his, making him freeze his faltering, "Kasumi-chan. Tenko heard your beautiful speech. You're so brave and sweet and beautiful. Any boy would be lucky to have you, but unfortunately... Rantarou-kun is spoken for." She wants to break it to her as gently as possible, and pretends their dating, as a softer blow. After giving Kasumi the necessary confidence/reassurance, Tenko watches the girl trot back to her friends. A content smile marking her face.

She follows, willingly, paying no mind to the contact whatsoever, excluding the butterflies in her stomach.

With his free hand he pats her head, "Very smooth, Chabashira-san, I'm impressed. I would never have thought you'd-"

"Oh, shoosh avocado!" Avoiding eye contact and hiding her blush. Since their arms were still tangled, Rantaro interlocked their fingers and drags her along, "C'mon, Tiga~"

He showers her in mostly food but of course gifts her something cute she had her eye on.

They have a blast. Afterward, Tenko found herself often speculating when they could go again. Due to his big spending habits she tends to repay her gratitude in free Neo-Aikido training and the rare times she'd make sweets for Himiko, she'd give him a decent portion.

Because Rantaro is so loving and crushing hard but doesn't know how to love her, he often shouts her lunch or packs an extra bento for her. This surprises Tenko.

He's so thoughtful and wonderful she has her suspicions. But still blushes whenever he brings her lunch in public with her friends around.

To combat this, she insists on helping him with his studies and is a great confidence booster whenever she can sense her sparring partner is doubting/self-loathing. Due to their regular training, continuous study sessions, bonding over food and movie nights. They become really good friends.

One day, Tenko can't shake the rejection from Himiko, especially when Himiko happily hugs and is very clingy with Angie and the others. The stinging morphs into a deep cut. Rantaro finds Tenko pushing herself. He's at first impressed. Then majorly concerned after realising she'd been at it for 4 hours straight.

He confronts her, she breaks down in tears. It breaks his heart to see such a loving, devoted girl be treated like this. He knows Tenko would sacrifice everything to see Himiko smile, so instead of taking it up with Himiko...

"You know...we've been making great progress with our school work. This weekend, why don't we go to a theme park, as a reward?"

This marks the third/forth official date since they'd revisited disneyland a few times prior. He takes her on all the rollercoasters, they bond over the adrenaline rush, it's a good distraction. She's like no one he's ever met before, and only falls harder.

Plus, the slow love-story these two would have to build that loyalty, blind-trust and love that's indestructible is a big reason why I love amacha~! Hope it was ok! If not just lemme know and I'll do more future-date things, like further in their relationship haha!

Sorry got a lil' off-topic...BUT it's VERY vital Tenko gets over her dependence on Himiko before anything can really flourish between these two, BUT I love the idea of Rantaro happily pining after Tenko and making sure she's ok, cuz no one else would.

[demonwifey]

Birthday Surprise🎉🎁

Yo, what’s up ya’ll✌🏽 So yesterday was my birthday and thanks again to everyone on here and twitter that sent me a happy birthday wishes💗 This practically me self-inserting because I had this idea for my birthday. So it’s a gift to myself and you guys. THIS IS A 18+ FIC. IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER, DO NOT READ. Hope you guys enjoy!💚💜🖤

Beetlejuice x black+AFAB!reader

Warnings: Drunk reader, ropeplay/shibari (kinda), NSFW🔞

Word Count: 3,064

So, Happy Birthday! You’re officially 24! Although that should have been exciting, it really wasn’t. It’s not like you were having a bad day, it just wasn’t anything special. After your 18th birthday it just seemed like another day. Although your family might have bought your favorite dessert, or your friends took you out for a fun time, birthday’s just weren’t the same as from when you were a kid. 

However, birthday’s did have a different meaning once you became an adult; specifically when you hit 21. Like you said, your friends took you out for a good time. Which basically meant getting so drunk that you wouldn’t leave bed the next morning. You didn’t mind, if only for one day out of the entire year. And this year wasn’t going to be any different...if you didn’t have a certain clingy demon staying at your place. 

Oh boy, the type of tantrum you knew Beetlejuice would throw if you were gone all night. When he first came around, he didn’t even like it when you left for work. You were gone most of the day but you’d be right back. As if that gave him any ease. Then you two started dating and he took it to a whole new level. Of course, you were able to leave. It's not like he held you hostage. But that didn’t stop him from dragging on your leg and begging not to leave while you headed for the door. Although it wasn’t easy being with Beetlejuice, you loved him nonetheless. 

Given all this knowledge of Beej’s clinginess, it made you worry about tonight. Your best friends were taking you out but you didn’t really want to go. You actually didn’t mind staying in with Beej, chowing down on some store bought birthday cupcakes, and watching your favorite movies. Not to mention, knowing Beej, the amazing birthday sex you’d get at the end of the night. That sounded WAY more appealing than standing in a hot and sweaty club with music so loud you’d have to scream to be heard.

But no matter how much you opposed, your friends begged you to come out. And you still would’ve said no if they didn’t say “Y/N, you never hang out with us anymore! All you do is stay home. It’s like you’re hanging out with some secret boyfriend or something.”  

And you not being the so subtle person accidentally froze in place before trying to counter by speaking too quickly, “Uhh, Idon’tknowwhatyou’retalkingabout.” 

And they caught on immediately. You knew your friends would’ve done everything in their power to get you talking about you “secret boyfriend”. Which wouldn’t have been a problem if he wasn’t a dead demon. So you agreed to their plans but to not be out all night. The latest being 11:00. Although they gave groans of disappointment, they still agreed. 

Now, you’d been with Beej for at least a year. Out of all the tricks and scare pranks he did to you, his reaction to your news was the scariest. He was...calm. His hair stayed it’s natural bright color. There wasn’t any change in expression on his face. Not even the slightest eyebrow twitch. He wasn’t even fazed by the outfit you had on. A short, all black, velvet dress that hugged your curves just right and a pair of 6-inch block heels to match. Your hair was done up and you had just a touch of makeup on that made you look different than your usual self. All that and no major reaction.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, babycakes.” He spoke. He walked up to you, still so calm and composed. Once he was close enough, a cold hand gently pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear before an even colder palm rested against your cheek. “Practically good enough to eat.” 

“Ah...ha. Yeah, I mean. If you want me to stay here, that’s fine too, Beej. I can just call my friends and tell them-” But he quickly stopped you. 

“No, no, no. Don’t go cancelling plans on account of me, Y/N.” His voice started normal but then got lower as he finished. 

You felt his thumb make its way to your lips. It grazed them ever so lightly, like he wasn’t trying to mess with your lipstick, before adding a small pressure to your bottom lip. You knew that was a signal to open your mouth as he slipped his thumb in. He gently pressed it against your tongue before swirling it around, getting the digit wet from your saliva. You never looked away from his golden eyes, and thank God for that. Although the was able to maintain himself, the look of lust and domination in his eyes was enough to make you say “fuck whatever plans were happening tonight”. Absentmindedly, you went to swirl your tongue around his finger as well. But before you could put in any work, he slowly pulled the thumb away. 

You would’ve let out a whine if he didn’t place a hand on your lower back and walk you closer to the door. You weren’t sure if you should be scared and relieved. One one hand, he wasn’t being super drastic like normal. Which was great. You wouldn’t feel bad all night about leaving him for the night. On the other hand, what exactly was keeping him so calm? And what were his plans for when you got back? He places your purse in your hands before giving you a deep kiss on the lips.

“Beej, I-“ But before you could continue, your phone dinged. Your friends texted that they were outside. 

“Just enjoy yourself tonight, babes.” His husky voice echoed through your ears, practically making you melt in his arms. 

He then opened the door in front of you before giving a light tap on your ass. The contact was enough to make you let out a small yelp before stumbling forward out the door frame. The heat that filled your cheeks was practically burning. It’s not like you were a blushing virgin but something about this whole thing is making you feel like one. You quickly gained your balance before looking back. Beetlejuice stood in the doorway with a sinister smile on his face. The last thing you noticed was a streak of hot pink that flashed in his hair. 

“I’ll be here when you get back.” And with that, he shuts the door in front of you. The look on your face had too many emotions to uncover in one sitting. All you could do was turn to walk to your friend’s car as they waited. 

You sat in the back seat as they all screamed “Happy Birthday, biiiitttccch!” Not holding back any of the excitement in their voices. You would play along until you adjusted in your seat and felt dampness in your panties. You tried to not to squirm too much once you noticed the feeling.

“Ha...haha. Thanks, you guys.” You say, trying to remain cool. God, the night hadn’t even started and you were really to get back inside to Beej. You just pray that the night ends quick.

****

You weren’t exactly sure what time it was. All you knew was that you were somehow in the backseat of your friend’s car, head laying someone’s lap. Your words were slurred as you tried to keep singing the last song you heard before you all exited the club. Almost everyone in the car, except the driver, seemed to be drunk but not on the same level as you.

All night, your friends wouldn’t stop handing you drinks. If there was one thing they were gonna do, it was make sure you got happy drunk on your birthday. Although you tried to resist, somehow you always ended up with a newly poured glass in your hand. You had basically been thinking about Beetlejuice all night. Both scared and excited for what he had in store for you once you got home. You forget when your thoughts started getting clouded and fuzzy from the alcohol, but you assumed it was after the fourth pineapple vodka was handed to you. You were turned on when you left the house but now it was increased by ten with the alcohol in your system. 

Once the car was parked in front of your house one of your friends offered to walk with you to the door. You reassured them it was fine though. Yeah you’d probably stumble a little bit but you were perfectly able to walk on your own. You thanked everyone for a great night before trying your hardest not to fall on your ass while approaching the door. 

“Pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet ass pussy~” You mumbled while fumbling with your keys at the door. God, you never hated door locks more than now.

After struggling for what seemed like forever, you finally unlocked and pushed through the door with success. Accidentally slamming it behind you, you flinched but giggled at the loud sound. 

“Beej, I’m home! Come get some of this wet ass pussy!” You yelled from your position. This actually would’ve been the first time Beetlejuice would’ve seen you like this. He didn’t actually know how rowdy you got when super drunk. You quickly dropped your keys and purse to the floor while your shoes weren’t far behind. No response was heard from Beetlejuice so you yelled again. 

“Beetlejuicssse! It’ss my birthday! I want birthday sex now!” You stumbled across the room while laughing at your own silliness. You loudly stomped across the room but still no answer from Beej. Now you were getting frustrated. 

“Beej! Where are you?!” You yelled but not as loud as before. Again, no answer. You thought maybe he’d left. And the thought alone made you sad. It was your birthday. Why would he leave you like this? It wouldn’t be long before you started drunk crying so you moved over to the couch, trying to quickly calm down before you lost it. As you sat thought, you noticed a box sitting on the coffee table. 

The box was small. Just about the size of your hands. It was black and white striped with a silk dark green ribbon tied to the top in a bow shape. The box basically mimicked Beej’s everyday suit. You blinked in confusion before clumsily picking it up. Did he leave this here, you thought. As if the answer wasn’t obvious. You stared at it for a moment before seeing the small note attached to the ribbon. It was black with a white heart stamped in the center. You flipped it over to see a sloppily written message on the back. 

To: My favorite babe, Y/N.

From: BJ, the sexiest demon you’ll ever know.

It took everything in your power not to snort at the message. But you smiled nonetheless. Okay, so he wasn’t here. At least he left you a gift. Maybe you two could spend the day together tomorrow. Your fingers fumbled to untie the bow just like with your keys. You were still drunk enough to laugh at yourself though. It didn’t take long for you to get the bow undone as you quickly lifted to top of the box. 

You weren’t exactly sure what you expected but this wasn’t it. Inside was one tiny thing of black and white striped rope. Nothing else. Just that. 

“Uh, okay.” You thought out loud. 

You were way too confused and way too drunk to really make sense of this. Even so, you reached inside the box to grab the robe and pull it out. Just as you were about to get a closer look at it, the rope started moving. On its own. You honestly would have blamed the alcohol for playing tricks on your mind if the rope didn’t snake it’s way up your arm. It moved so slow and smoothly like a snake slithering its way up your arm. You’d been with Beej long enough to be used to anything supernatural, so this whole thing didn’t really phase you. Not only that, but seeing the way the rope slid up your body started making you feel...aroused? Yeeaaah, maybe it was time to go to bed. 

However, just before you could get up, another piece of rope emerged from the box and wrapped around your ankle. That’s when you looked up to see the strange sight in front of you: different ends of rope slithering their way out of the tiny box. No like snakes but instead like tentacles. Again, you weren’t too phased but this was a little weird. That’s when you felt two more ends of the rope wrap around your ankle and wrist. 

Your head was still a little hazy and this whole thing was making you feel dizzy. And on top of feeling turned on, it almost was like you were on cloud nine. Just as you were about to move again, you noticed the green ribbon sliding its way up your chest. The was the last thing you saw before it quickly snapped itself around your eyes. And you weren’t sure how it happened, but somehow you blacked out.

****

You slowly blinked your eyes open once you came to. The room seemed blurry but it was slowly becoming clearer with each second. As your vision went back to normal, you could tell that you were in your bedroom...in your bedroom...upside down? What the hell? 

You shook your head before widening your eyes. You were upside down, in the air. You tilted your head backwards to see your bed directly under you. You quickly tilted back up to see your body was laying straight, like you were on your back, but entangled in the black and white rope from before. Not only that, you were completely naked. The only thing you could really see was the way the rope squeezed against your breast. Further down you could see your legs being held up and spread out with rope wrapped tightly around each ankle. Not long did it take you to feel the tightness of rope around your whole body, including the way your arms were pulled tightly behind your back. 

“Uh, fuck, ah. Beej?” You groaned, out trying to look around but not getting much of a view. It seemed as though you sobered up a little but still your head swimming. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol, the hundreds of questions you had, or the fact that you were hanging upside down.

“Beetlejuice?!” You called out again. The whole thing felt like deja vu from when you first got back home. But this time, he actually appeared. 

There he was, upside down, but standing in front you. This time, you could tell his demeanor was way different from before. He looked so...mischievous. His hair was a mix between hot pink and beaming green. He was dressed in his normal stripes but his suit jacket was gone. The sleeves on his shirt were rolled up, exposing his strong and moss covered forearms. He didn’t seem angry but the air seemed to be more hot when we appeared in the room. 

“Hiya, hot stuff.” He said. His scratchy voice gave you so much more ease. But you were still on edge.

“Beej, what the hell is all this? Why am I tied up like this? And why am I upside down?” You demanded. The way he looked at you after you finished was almost like he didn’t like your tone but still amused by your confusion. 

“It’s your birthday, babes. This is my present.” He said while walking closer to you. 

Before you could ask another question, he gave you a slow and sensual kiss. It was something you’d been wanting all night. Not just a kiss but any type of contact with Beej against you. And you had a feeling that he was going to give you just that. He quickly interrupted your thought with his tongue pushing its way into your mouth and swirling against your own. No longer being able to hold back, you let out such a loud sigh and moan together, it almost sounded like you came just from that. He chuckled at the sound as he pulled his tongue away, causing you to whine almost as loud.  

He lifted his hand to rub his thumb against your lips, much like he didn’t from earlier. But instead of mimicking the same action of pushing his thumb in your mouth, he only trailed his hand down your body as he walked around the side of you.

“Ahha, Beej. I’d be just fine with a present while not hanging in the air.” You spoke. But you weren’t able to see him once he walked around. “Beej, I appreciate the gesture but I think-AH~” You let out a quick gasp. 

All you could feel was one of his cold fingers rubbing against your clit. Oh...fuck. He was really going to do this. You couldn’t even finish your panicked thoughts before you felt a wet finger slowly push into you. He slowly started pumping it in and out while one finger continued to circle your clit. It wasn’t long before you became more and more wet to the point of practically dripping. 

“Ah~ Mmmmm~ Oh, Beej, yes~” You moaned, basically letting go of any fight you had inside of you. You didn’t need any more answers, you just needed Beetlejuice to make you feel good. You could’ve been embarrassed with how fast you came, letting out half a scream, even though his fingers were going painfully slow. Your breathing was slightly hitched but you were able to regain your composure quickly. But that was stunted once he flattened his tongue and gave you heat a long, slow lick. 

“Beej~” You moaned out one last time. It became very evident what his plan for you was, and you weren’t getting out of it anytime soon.

“Oh, we’re far from done. Just sit back and let me take care of you, birthday girl.” Was the last thing you heard before his tongue and fingers went to work on you. 

Yeah, it was going to be a long night. But, Happy Birthday to you.

Did ya’ll catch that W.A.P reference? 10 points to you if you did.

I know I’ve been slacking on fics for a while. I’ve been busy with school bullshit and I know I sound like a broken record saying that. But I wanna thank you guys for still sticking around and being patient with me. I’m still working on requests and I’m far from finished with writing fics. Thanks so much for reading!💚💜🖤

[lady-divine-writes]

Good Omens - Dodge and Parry (Rated NC17)

Summary: Crowley discovers that he is rather enamored of his angel's bruises ... especially the ones that go farther than skin deep. (2006 words)

Notes: I wrote this for Kinktober 2020, the prompt 'bruises'. So I was going to write a piece about bruise worship, which this sort of is, but it went much deeper. I will try to come up with something kinkier and more fun another time XD

Read on AO3.

“How does that feel, angel?” Crowley asks, soaking his washcloth completely, then wringing it out over Aziraphale’s scalp. “Too hot? Too cold?”

“Neither.” Aziraphale hums happily with eyes shut. “It’s perfect. Sublime, I should say. Like soaking in a nice, warm cup of tea.”

“We’ve added enough dried flowers and wot not that you could just be,” Crowley comments, swiping a hand through the water, swatting at a cluster of rose petals, lavender, sweet jasmine, and chamomile.

“Hmm. Then you could drink me,” Aziraphale says, sinking deeper into the steaming water.

“Ngk … I … I could …” Crowley stumbles, but he recovers, a triumph since that remark from his angel almost had him choking on his tongue. “But let’s save the sweet stuff for later, eh? We’ve gotta get you fixed up.”

“Yes … let’s. Then … I can do you …” Aziraphale mumbles, drifting off, his cheeks rosy from the warmth and the company. Crowley soaps up his cloth and runs it over Aziraphale’s arm, sliding past a mark that has blossomed considerably since he last saw it. He runs the cloth over it again and it seems to darken, the cream-colored suds rinsing into cloudy water and revealing a plethora of purples swirled together, related to one another by hues, tiny freckles sprouting along the fringe like shy violets.

A galaxy of them really.

Crowley isn’t normally fond of scars and bruises, especially on his angel. Aziraphale bears many types of blacks and blues, with varied stories behind them. Older scars on Aziraphale’s corporation - ones following mortal paths and having faded to silver - come by way of other angels who delight in his suffering. Crowley has seen every one of those, categorized their existence, set their placements to memory. A touch of his fingertips tells him when they were created … and by whom.

Crowley has gathered a list of enemies on his angel’s behalf, and that list is long.

Very long.

Not all of angel’s bruises are visible to the naked, mortal eye, but they’ve dimmed his aura considerably.

Crowley never thought the humans’ quarantine would get to Aziraphale. Being locked inside, forbidden to go out and socialize, leaving him heaps of time to read his books, seemed like a dream come true. With no one coming into his shop to browse, there was nothing keeping him from doing his crossword puzzles till his heart’s content. And it seemed that way for the first few months.

But it didn’t stay that way.

More and more, Crowley would catch his angel sitting in a chair by the window, staring up at the sky, sighing deeply as if for a long lost love, which seemed utterly preposterous to Crowley since every book Aziraphale could ever want lay in a stack beside him. Aside from that, he had his music. And cake! Why, they’d been baking cake every single day! So much cake, in fact, that any poor soul who so much as poked their head out of their door received a cardboard baker’s box packed to bursting with confections, passed along at a socially safe distance courtesy of a long, wooden shepherd’s crook.

And thanks to a wonderful service with a mildly vulgar name, whenever Aziraphale so desired, a delivery person dropped by with a box of his favorite sushi, which Crowley generously tipped for.

But Aziraphale still wasn’t happy. And he was becoming less happy by the day.

Something had changed.

He mentioned several times to Crowley that he felt hemmed in; that lately, being locked inside made it difficult for him to breathe. He longed to walk through the park, soak in the sunshine (when it made itself available), and feed the ducks again.

Crowley didn’t understand it. Aziraphale despised exercise to such a degree that if he sat at Crowley’s kitchen table, preparing to sup, and discovered that he’d left the butter in the fridge, he’d rather do without then to get up and fetch it.

It wasn’t until days later, when Crowley found a stack of newspaper clippings hiding underneath Aziraphale’s ledger, that he began to catch on:

Covid cases increase rapidly as next steps planned

'Tier Three' Covid restrictions in announcement on Monday

More than 80% of positive UK cases in study had no core symptoms

It wasn’t the toll quarantine was taking on Aziraphale. It was the toll this disease that caused the need for a quarantine was taking on the humans he was so fond of. That time spent staring at the sky, Aziraphale spent praying, wondering why the Almighty would let this continue, let so many of Her beloveds die and for what?

From the expression on his angel’s face after, Crowley assumed he got no answers.

It was like the Ark all over again, only without the refreshing rain, and with no rainbow in sight.

Determined to take his mind off of it, Crowley arranged a private movie marathon for his angel at his flat. They sat on his sofa with homemade snacks and watched some old Errol Flynn movies. And it worked! After a while, Crowley started watching Aziraphale more than the film, his angel that much more entertaining. Aziraphale had started the way he watched every movie - sitting primly upright, hands folded in his lap, eyes glued to the screen. But over time, he’d started to inch forward, lean in, muscles twitching to recreate the fight scenes - the swipes of a sword, the parries, his feet shuffling enthusiastically in place to mimic the steps of the actors’ retreats like they were performing a gavotte.

Encouraged that this was a way to break through Aziraphale’s melancholy, Crowley recommended they dig out the old fencing foils and have at it, sans protective gear in honor of old Errol. Besides, they didn’t need it.

“Oh! No, no, no!” Aziraphale argued at first, even with a smile on his lips. “I couldn’t! It’s been so long!”

“Nonsense!” Crowley retorted, heading for his closet. “You were an expert swordsman centuries ago. I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully now. It’s like riding a bicycle.”

“And how’s that, dear?”

“Once you fall off, you get right back on.” Crowley tossed Aziraphale a foil, which he caught without looking, and Crowley smirked knowingly.

Crowley didn’t give Aziraphale a chance to back out, didn’t salute him like at the beginning of an official duel. Crowley came at him like a buccaneer, crowing and catching Aziraphale off-guard. But Aziraphale fought back. He wasn’t upset by Crowley’s abrupt start. On the contrary. He laughed at Crowley’s antics, especially when he tried to evade by climbing over the sofa, and then onto an end table. His joy was infectious. It rang through Crowley’s flat, made the plants (which had initially recoiled at the sound of clashing metal) stand straighter, wave their leaves and cheer. It rose up inside Crowley as if the joy were his own, making him laugh, too.

Laugh till he snorted, which he hadn’t done in a long time.

But it didn’t last as long as Crowley had hoped.

Aziraphale got lost somewhere in the fight, lost in thinking, his mind drifting in all directions while he dodged and parried by rote. His face grew tense, his expression morphing from concentration to anger … to vengeance. He went after Crowley with clouded eyes, as if everything pent up inside him - the sadness and the anxiety - had found a weak spot in Aziraphale’s armor.

And now, it was starting to break through.

Crowley didn’t know who Aziraphale saw when he looked at him. Those world leaders who didn’t take this pandemic seriously, who didn’t act quick enough, who were greedy.

Beelzebub and the Dukes of Hell, whom Aziraphale credited for the speed in which this disease took hold, and the blind, stubborn stupidity of those who refused to do their part to stop it.

Gabriel, who has long since laughed off any correspondence Aziraphale has sent him regarding the matter, rejecting the last dozen with a very snarky ‘Return to sender!’ emblazoned in gold across the envelope.

Or the Almighty, who has the power to stop this but who has refused, and doesn’t have the decency to tell him why.

Or maybe he simply saw Crowley, who treated the whole thing like a joke, not only taking a nap for the first few months but then extending it, leaving Aziraphale alone when he might have needed him most.

Aziraphale attacked, closing in on Crowley fast, fighting with more fist than blade, and Crowley defended.

They struck one another at the same time - Aziraphale bringing his wrist down on the bridge of Crowley’s nose, Crowley’s guard-covered fist coming up to block and accidentally clocking Aziraphale on the jaw.

Both stumbled back, seeing stars.

Had they been human, Crowley’s nose would have broken, and Aziraphale’s jaw would have shattered. As was, Crowley’s nose ended up a bit crooked till a minute ago when Aziraphale snapped his fingers and set it straight. Aziraphale’s jaw still sported an indigo bruise reminiscent of a mum.

“Oh … oh my dear boy! I am so sorry!” Aziraphale apologized profusely when he saw Crowley’s nose, blood pooling underneath.

“Wot?” Crowley sniffed, wiping his Cupid’s bow with the back of his hand, examining the stain left behind with swimming eyes. “Oh, this? It’s nothing. Barely a scratch. Think nothing of it.”

“But … but …” Aziraphale stuttered, on the verge of tears. He dropped his sword, almost dropped to his knees, too, but Crowley hurried forward and gathered him up, wrapped him in his arms and held him.

“It’s all right,” he whispered, hugging Aziraphale tight. “It’s going to be all right, angel.”

“Do you … do you really think so?”

“Yes,” Crowley said with a sigh. Whether he did or not didn’t actually matter. But no one, angel or human, was going to get through today and on to the next if they didn’t believe it was at least possible. Crowley had to hold Aziraphale together, even if he did it with lies. He had to keep the one angel left on earth who still cared going. “I do.”

That’s when Aziraphale’s tears began to fall.

Crowley held him.

An hour went by, and Crowley held him.

Crowley declared Aziraphale the winner, and as a reward, offered to give him a bath and miracle him healed.

But when he got his angel naked and saw the bruises glowing on his skin, he hesitated. He shouldn’t be attracted to them. He shouldn’t find them appealing. On top of being physical damage to Aziraphale’s skin, some of them were bred out of despair. They should have repulsed Crowley, but they were actually glorious, like a small corner of impressionist art brought to life and tattooed on his skin.

Because not all of these new bruises, exploding with vibrant color and depth, were bad. They happened when Aziraphale was still smiling, still laughing. When his leg banged the corner of a table during a particularly rowdy retreat. When he tried to follow Crowley vaulting over the back of the sofa, misstepped, and landed on his knee. When their foils tangled together and Crowley accidentally kicked Aziraphale in the thigh in his effort to separate them. Aziraphale had watched Crowley fly backward, land on his heel, and spin three times like a ballerina, stopping in a perfect arabesque, just to then trip over air and land in a chair. Aziraphale threw his head back and laughed so hard, he walked right into Crowley’s (blunted) sword, the flat tip leaving its circular shadow behind.

Those bruises …

Those are bruises of pleasure.

They run deeper than skin.

And Crowley is quite satisfied by that.

Crowley almost regrets his promise to rid Aziraphale of them.

But being the one who gets to heal Aziraphale is an honor all its own.

However, he realizes with a grin, there is a way to get them back.

He’ll memorize these, too. Their exact locations.

And freshen them up later with his mouth.

[gcblinborn]

𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎:// 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘.𝐄𝐗𝐄 ⌜ ⁰⁰¹ harry osborn. nick robinson. he/him. cis male. ⌟ looks like HARRY OSBORN has joined the search for the missing mutants. the TWENTY THREE YEAR OLD is known as GREEN GOBLIN and works alongside NO ONE. they were spotted recently in NYC, hopefully they’ll have some luck finding the missing mutants. TW for: drug use/abuse, death (specifically parental), alcoholism, illness.

𝙸. 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂

FULL NAME: Harold Theopolis Osborn
 NICKNAMES: Harry, Haz ALIASES: Green Goblin
 
DOB: October 31
 AGE: 23
 GENDER: cis male
 HOMETOWN: New York
 FATHER: Norman Osborn (deceased)
 MOTHER: Emily Lyman (deceased)
 SIBLINGS: N/A 
FACECLAIM: Nick Robinson 
EYE COLOR: hazel
 HAIR COLOR: light brown 
HEIGHT: 6’1”


𝙸𝙸. 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈


▸ Born to Norman Osborn and Emily Lyman, Harold “Harry” Theopolis Osborn entered the world. His childhood was happy, although he suffered the loss of his mother at the age of 10, due to complications from Oshtoran Syndrome. Most of his childhood was spent with his mother, so his father’s absence wasn’t as critical.
 ▸ After his mother’s death, his father became cold and unloving; attention was given to Harry by Norman if he was being lashed out at or dismissed contemptuously. He was always desperately trying to earn his father’s approval and if he felt like he couldn’t, Harry would lash out in response. Despite his home life, that didn’t impact Harry’s social life. He was funny, charming, and a good friend to those who claimed him as theirs. 
▸ When his father donned the Green Goblin persona during his teenage years, the distance between them grew so immensely, Harry started to lose himself even more as he tried desperately to bring his father’s attention back. Often times, Harry would do rebellious stunts in order to do this and when that failed, it pushed him in a more dangerous direction. Frustrated and feeling defeated, Harry moved further — he started to abuse prescription drugs and drink alcohol, but his father still ignored the behavior.
 ▸ A secret that Harry kept from everyone in his life aside from Norman and Bernard was his diagnosis of Oshtoran Syndrome, inherited from his mother. Unwilling to put his friends through the hardships he had heard about from others, Harry would pretend to be busy or hungover from partying when his sickness got in the way of him functioning normally enough to hide the pain of his symptoms.
 ▸ Eventually during his early college years, Harry secretly watched his father accidentally impale himself on his own goblin glider during a battle with Spider-Man. Wanting to protect his father’s identity, he stripped Norman Osborn’s body of the Green Goblin costume, and blamed Spider-Man for his father’s death. After finding Spider-Man’s suit in possession of his best friend, Peter Parker, just a few days later, Harry confronted Peter dressed as the Green Goblin in their shared apartment. Harry was knocked unconscious during their argument and taken into police custody.
 ▸ While in police custody, Harry raved that he was the real Green Goblin and Peter Parker is Spider-Man, who caused his father’s death. They dismissed the ravings and deemed him a lunatic, shipping him off to a medical institution. 
▸ During his stay there for the year he was gone and shortly after his release, he suffered from amnesia that was caused by an accident during his fight with Peter, forgetting Spider-Man’s identity. This left him in the same position he was in before being shipped off — grieving and set to take over Oscorp, now adopting the title of CEO. Harry started slipping into familiar, older habits that he had while his father was alive, when his focus managed to break from his newest job role.
 ▸ Shortly after becoming CEO, Harry found files that contained research for a cure for Oshtoran Syndrome that Norman had the top scientist of the company working to discover since 1986. The research had paused at the time of his mother’s death. When Harry discovered the files, the research had been resumed and active for just over two years. ▸ One night while Harry was drunk, alone, and tearing through his father’s belongings, he stumbled upon the Green Goblin suit again. Before finding the suit, he was regularly abusing prescription pills and drinking often, especially after discovering that his father had continued research to find a cure for his disease. It was like his purpose had been lost with the death of his father. Despite how absent he had been throughout his life, Norman was ultimately trying to cure him, but never disclosed that to Harry so he felt guilty for his rebellious ways.
 ▸ Putting on the Green Goblin suit, he felt more connected to a man that he didn’t truly know his entire life and adopted something they had in common: madness. He updated the suit to his personal specifications and made it better, in his opinion, the equipment flew faster and moved better than his father could have dreamed of accomplishing.
 ▸ Now, Harry is stuck between good and evil — he could continue what his father had started, use the madness for the same purpose… or he could use it for good, and be everything that his father wasn’t.

𝙸𝙸𝙸. 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚂

▸ Inspo is a mix between some comics, TASM movies, Marvel Spider-Man, Ultimate Spider-Man cartoons, and the PS4 Spider-Man game. I’ve worked hard (was it really that hard?) to compile them in a way that streamlines events.

𝙸𝚅. 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂

▸ When he’s mad, his tell is that his eyes will glow green. This is a side effect from the goblin serum.
 ▸ TBD.


𝚅. 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙳𝙰𝚈

▸ Since coming back to NYC two weeks ago (at the time of the RPG opening), he’s alone at a penthouse, but he does still have his father’s house that he pays for upkeep on because his former butler, Bernard, is living there. It seemed like fair trade for the man who practically raised him after his mother’s death.
 ▸ Within Oscorp, Harry has a small group of five made up of two of the top scientists and researchers along with himself investigating the disappearances of the mutants.
 ▸ Research is still going on to find a cure for his disease, but because he isn’t in critical condition, it isn’t the top priority.
 ▸ Not officially Green Goblin, but he still has the redesigned suit and secret hideout. His focus currently is on his fighting skills.
 ▸ TBD.

[nalgenewhore]

A rogue storm had her presumed dead and stranded on the red planet. Left on her own, astronaut Aelin Galathynius has four years to make it to the next drop-site, some two thousand miles. Armed with her smarts and dwindling supplies, Aelin attempts to survive on an inhospitable planet, when the nearest help is only millions of miles away.

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

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Aelin carefully filled a container of water and walked it to her garden, pouring it over the crops and repeating the process until each little plant had been watered.

A camera had been set up in her garden so she spoke to it, still speaking as though TNSB couldn’t hear her or see her every move. “Now that everyone can talk to me, they never want to shut up.” She kissed the leaf of the smallest plant, smiling down at it and whispering a soft word of encouragement.

“They’ve even got a whole team micromanaging my crops. Which is just great,” she added sarcastically. Aelin and the botany team were not on the best of terms. “I don’t mean to sound arrogant,” she spread her arms, as if to say look at all of this, “but I am the best botanist on this planet.”

Aelin put the container down and dusted her hands, “In other news, they want me to pose for a picture. I’m debating between ‘High School Prom’,”’ she posed with her hands elbows bent and hands clasped over her stomach, “or ‘Happy College Student On A Pamphlet’,” she hooked her thumbs through imaginary backpack straps, pasting on a gloriously fake grin. “I’m not sure how it’ll all convey with my spacesuit on, but we’ll figure it out.”

Aelin laughed to herself and walked out to the kitchen area, now addressing the camera by the microwave, “Another cool thing about this communication business: email! I get a big data dump, like when I was on The Lani and stuff. Athletes, academics, musicians and even the prime minister too. But the coolest, the single coolest email I got was from my alma mater, the University of Orynth. They tell me that once you’ve grown crops somewhere, you’ve officially ‘colonized’ it.” A cocky grin overtook her features, “So I colonized Farnor. Suck it, TNSB botany team,” she stuck her tongue out before fetching her suit to take her photo.

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Asterin was in stitches as she looked at the picture Aelin had sent. The golden-haired astronaut was mid-jump, her legs bent and her arms stretched up to the sky and she could make out the huge grin splitting the woman’s face. “Oh, this is so like her,” she murmured, tracing an iron nail over the photo. “This – I can use.”

“Good,” Weylan said, already on to the next topic. He addressed Sartaq and Gavriel on the screen, “Sartaq, is your team still on schedule.”

The man looked beat, a certain bleakness in his eyes, “It’ll be tight, but we’ll make it.”

“Make sure you do.” He tapped the table, “Nine-month flight puts us at day 868. Did we get the Botany Team’s assessment?”

Gavriel nodded, “They estimate her crops will last her until day 900. They resentfully admit Aelin’s doing a remarkable job.”

“Resentfully?” Manon questioned, arching a manicured brow.

“Yes, um, Aelin has a tendency to tell them to go have sex with themselves whenever they disagree with her or question her method. Either that or she tells them she’s the best botanist on Farnor and therefore she doesn’t have to listen to mediocre scientists,” Gavriel told them, a slight wince on his face.

The director of TNSB just shook his head, “Get her in line. We can’t have any miscommunications.” He turned to Manon and Asterin, who were both badly hiding their amused grins. “Food gets there at 868, hers lasts until 900…I hate this margin.”

“And that’s assuming nothing goes wrong,” commented Manon, ever-so helpfully.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Aelin grabbed her toolkit and wedged it under her arm as she walked to the airlock, going out to do some late-night modifications on the rover.

Something was niggling in the back of her mind, but she paid it no heed, just wanting to do her work and sleep like the dead after whatever meager dinner she could scrounge up. She was running out of ketchup and she dreaded the day that she was forced to eat plain cooked potatoes.

A yawn grew in her and her eyes watered, gods above, she just wanted to sleep.

When one was stranded on a desolate, slumber was a fickle thing. Aelin’s eyes grew heavy as she pulled the airlock handle down.

All she heard was a ripping sound going along the canvas of the airlock before she was airborne, an explosion catapulting her and the tunnel far far away.

A strangled, panicked cry escaped her as she was battered and flung around the airlock as it flew through the air and crashed, her helmet crashing into something and she heard a cracking sound, closing her eyes on instinct.

The canvas tube rolled too many times for her to count until eventually it stopped and Aelin sat up, alarms blaring in her helmet.

It was cracked.

Fuck, it was cracked, a little hole where the polycarbonate-plexiglass had been chipped free. The beeping didn’t stop and Aelin fought to keep her breathing under control as she scrambled to her feet and wrenched the duct tape free, ripping off a length and taping it across the longest crack and then another across it.

Her toolkit had spilled everywhere and she grabbed a sharp screwdriver, stabbed it into the fabric of the airlock and yanked it down, creating a big enough rip for her to stumble out of.

Aelin could hardly see past the duct tape and she spun around, desperately looking for the hab and then sprinting, tripping countless times in her mad dash.

She stepped foot in and saw… her crops, destroyed beyond recognition.

Her lifeline was destroyed and Aelin gasped, her throat tight as she staggered out. She couldn’t stay here tonight and no good would come if she attempted to fix anything now.

Making her way to the rover, tears dripped down her cheeks until violent sobs were ripping from her throat and chest. She stumbled over a pile of rocks and fell to her knees, her gloves digging into the red dirt. There was no other answer; Aelin was going to die here alone.

A scream tore from her and soon enough, she was cursing the gods, “Where are you?! Why do you fail me time and time again?!” Her throat was raw and on fire. Her voice cracked, “Somebody save me.”

But no one answered her calls, not as she stayed there, kneeling in the sand, the reality of everything crashing down on her. There was no hope left, no bright and beautiful feeling.

The gods had never been there for her. Never.

Not when her parents died in that car wreck, not when she had to protect little Elide when she herself needed protecting, not when they made her fall for a heartless and cruel bastard, who carried a chip on his shoulder, going through life thinking no one had it as hard as he did.

It was stupid and childish to think they would save her now.

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

The mood in Mission Control was somber, nobody daring to speak as Nox read off the message Aelin had sent. “…crops are dead. Complete loss of pressure sterilized the soil and boiled off whatever was left in the water reclaimer…”

The only upside was that Aelin had managed to store away buckets of water and didn’t have to worry about that. “How long does she have,” Asterin asked.

“Well, she can still eat the potatoes she has. We estimate about two-hundred days.”

“Rations get her to what? Day four-ten?”

“Yes, so with potatoes, she can stretch to six-ten.”

“Prelim calculations call for a four-hundred-day round trip.”

 “By day 868 she’ll be long dead,” said Manon, her face emotionless. Her eyes narrowed and she sucked on her teeth, “It’s day one-thirty-five right now, we need thirteen to mount the boosters and do inspections… which give RPL forty-seven days to make the probe. Darkness above, gods damn it.”

“How long does it usually take?”

Gavriel answered Nox, his voice defeated, “Six months.”

Weylan spoke to Gavriel, already standing and doing his suit jacket up, “I’ll let you tell Sartaq and his team.”

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

Fenrys was sitting in front of The Lani’s communications computer, typing an email to Aelin. TNSB had finally given them the ok to speak with her and only Fenrys had been up to the task.

Dearest G-Money, he wrote, laughing quietly to himself, Apparently, TNSB deemed it appropriate for us to talk to you and I drew the short straw. Sorry we left you on Farnor, we don’t like you very much and we were all tired of you hogging shower times. The downside is we have to rotate through your tasks, but it’s only dirt (not real science). How’s Farnor?

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Aelin was crying as she read Fenrys’ email. Oh, how she missed them, so terribly. The day had been a long one, one where it seemed she couldn’t stop the tears even as she fixed the mess that had been made.

She didn’t think she’d ever been as heartbroken as when she was clearing out her ruined garden and dumping the dead plants outside. After she spent a few minutes mourning all her work, thinking to herself that the botany team would be thrilled she had finally failed, she got busy – covering the hole made in the hab by taping over a plastic tarp she would no longer need now that the greenhouse was useless.

The wind was making it flutter and flap, but it would hold as she replied to her friend.

My most beloved Fenny,

Farnor is fine. How’s The Lani? Cramped, with those two broody men? I accidentally blew up the hab, but fortunately, all your movies were spared which means tonight I’m going to eat plain potatoes and watch Mulan.

Everyday I go outside and look at the vast horizon, just because I can and guess what, I officially colonized Farnor.

I hope the girls are going easy on you poor boys, I know they can be rather ruthless when it comes to board and card games.

Say hello to the others and tell Lorcan that I’m gonna beat his ass if he’s still blaming himself.

After a few minutes, she read his typed reply, just two words, Will do.

Aelin did indeed watch Mulan as she ate her dinner and then, she got up, licking her plate clean and walking it to the sink before she sat down in front of her laptop once more, opening the video journal.

She wished so badly that she could be doing anything other than this, but enough was enough. She wasn’t a child and could no longer put this off. She owed it to herself and to her crew.

“Manon, it’s currently day one-thirty-six, around nine PM. I have a favour to ask of you, and I’m sending these to you, only you, because you’re the only one who will understand. Thank you for everything you did and thank you-“ her voice broke, “thank you for being my friend.”

Aelin took a second, her eyes shut as tears slipped past her lashes, “I want you to send these to the crew in case I don’t make it, ok?”

It took a lot to decide to send these, but Aelin pushed through, addressing the first one to Nesryn.

“Faliq… thank you for being you. Every day spent with you is one I cherish, because I love you so much. Thank you for getting me hooked on The Anatolia Story; it’s addictive. I’ve read fourteen out of twenty-eight volumes and I can’t wait to finish it, but I’m trying to ration them. I won’t forgive you for liking Twilight. Take good care of my goddaughter and your wife. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you guys. Every day I miss you.”

The rest of the letters went the same way, with her saying her last goodbye to her family. Every word had her throat growing tighter and tighter, until only Elide and Rowan were left. She didn’t know what to say to him, how to tell him she loved him so when she would be dead too soon.

Hot tears were streaming down her face and she looked crazy as she spoke to Elide.

“Ellie-Boo. I-“ she sobbed once and covered her mouth, “I love you so so much. To infinity and beyond,” referencing the movie that had their obsession with outer-space beginning, Toy Story. “There’s too much to say to you. You’re my person, baby girl. Without you, I would’ve probably wound up in a ditch somewhere. I want you to have the biggest wedding and a dress with enough sequins so that I can see it in the Afterworld. You are not allowed to be sad, no tears, Elide. I mean it. My funeral better be so much better than the one TNSB had – boooring!” Aelin smiled cheekily and then grew serious, the redness from her crying making the turquoise of her eyes pop. “Be happy, my darling sister. Because guess what, you and me? More than anything, we deserve to know happiness and you’re going to have to take my happy too. I love you, to infinity and beyond.” She pressed a kiss to her fingertips and touched the screen.

The letter she dreaded having to dictate was staring her in the face and Aelin stood up, walking around in circles as she attempted to order her thoughts. Eventually, she sat down, “…Rowan. I… there’s a lot to say, but I won’t ever be able to stop crying if I say everything. Basically, I love you. I don’t know how or when or even why, but I do. I’m completely in love with you, buzzard. And I wish I hadn’t been such a coward to keep it all to myself all this time. I wish that we could’ve been together and in the next life, I will find you and I will not be scared of it, ok? I will find you again and I will not be afraid.” 

She couldn’t say another thing and ended the video, sitting and staring at the wall until she finally fell asleep.

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Gaps in His Files (Part 4) [Relabeled; Refiled Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan/Patton

Characters:

Main: Logan, Patton

Appear: Remy, Virgil (but only in the epilogue)

Summary:

Logan Berry has learned many things the last 10 years: a lot of math and physics, a bit of humility, and how to be a hero being just a few. Through his education, his experience teaching, and his exploits as the superhero Bluebird, he’s changed in a lot of small and large ways. He has recorded these changes in well-organized documents and files. He’s even had to create two new file designations: a red one for files about his moonlighting at Bluebird, and a light blue one dedicated to his boyfriend, Patton.

When Bluebird is targeted by a memory device and all of those 10 years of progress suddenly disappear, Patton Sanders and Logan’s extensive files are left as his only resource to get those memories back. But what is Patton supposed to do when there are clear gaps in his files? And what does he do when he is one of them?

This is set 25 years before Sometimes Labels Fail though it’s story is completely independent of it and it is not necessary to read that one first.

Notes: Superhero AU, memory loss, past child abuse, past child neglect, unhealthy ideas about ones place in relationships, emotional suppression, self-deprecating thoughts, medical procedures mentioned, very brief unhealthy views of sex

Does anyone see the Easter Egg in here? Probably not. It’s pretty vague...

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Patton did not like driving Logan’s “special car.” It didn’t matter what position he put the seat in, he still either couldn’t reach the pedals or he felt like he was too scrunched up; the radio was (somehow) only set up to receive the local news station as well as some weird station that only ran a program detailing crop growing strategies which Patton thought must be some sort of cover for a channel sending messages in code (at least he really hoped it was because otherwise its existence was an affront to humanity); and he’d accidentally zapped himself with electricity while trying to adjust the temperature twice in the past and he still didn’t know if that was a feature or faulty wiring and Logan had refused to give an argument that convinced him either way. Not to mention, the car didn’t legally exist. If Patton got pulled over in this thing, what was he supposed to tell the police? Sorry, my boyfriend doesn’t have insurance, I’m pretty sure he built this death trap himself out of scrap metal because I can’t even discern the make and model.

“The corn! THE CORN,” the radio spewed.

“Yes, the corn,” Patton spat back. “I know. I heard you the first time.” Unfortunately, today, listening to the corn channel was better than listening to the news. The local news station continued to discuss and theorize what had happened earlier that afternoon over and over until Patton couldn’t take it anymore.

A memory gun had hit Logan. It had been a theory at first considering the things Lightwave and Logan had said along with the fact that Logan hadn’t seemed to remember how to fly, and had been all but confirmed a couple of hours ago when news that the police had investigated the dropped weapon leaked. Which all meant Logan was out there floundering with no idea what was going on or who he was. Patton wondered how much was gone. Had it erased all of his memories? Did he even know his name? He’d known enough to be able to use his powers, but was that instinct and muscle memory?

The theorizing on the local news station just made Patton’s blood pressure spike more with every passing second. Not that turning off the radio and being left alone with his own thoughts was much better. So…

“Crop rotation!”

Patton was the only person who knew Bluebird’s secret identity (at least, as far as Logan had told him.) Well… Remy might have guessed, but he hadn’t been officially told, and Patton doubted he’d be any help anyway. So, Patton was the only person who could really look for him. Sure, he was certain the police were searching (as well as some doubtlessly more dangerous people), but Patton was the only one who knew Logan.

You don’t know this Logan.

His Logan would have gone back to his apartment or maybe Patton’s if he were injured.

Patton gripped the steering wheel tighter. Okay. Maybe this Logan didn’t know where his apartment was. Maybe he didn’t know who Patton was. But he was still Logan, and Logan was rational and, more importantly, predictable. Patton would bet that in a circumstance where he knew nothing about what was going on, he would default to general survival tactics and what had he ranted and ranted to Patton about when they’d watched that one survival movie? Follow the water. Water is where you find food and shelter and almost certainly civilization if you follow it downstream. Sure, that was for when someone was lost in a forest or something, not already in a city, but Patton hoped he’d fallen into that strategy despite that, at least until he thought up something else better.

That’s why Patton had been driving up and down the river for the past few hours looking for anything suspicious and listening to someone blather on about corn. He pulled up underneath a bridge. It was a little bit away from the hustle and bustle of the city, but near enough to get to a more populated area quicklym and it had some good shelter around because there were trees. Patton bit his lip. If he thought like Logan, this would be a good place to stop. He decided to get out of the car and go out on foot for a bit.

Before exiting the car, he checked to make sure the mask was still in place. It felt strange on his face; he never really wore one. He clicked the locking mechanism which made the lights flash once but didn’t beep. He turned and froze when he met eyes under the bridge. The stranger didn’t speak but watched Patton intently from what looked like a makeshift house under the corner of the bridge. Patton edged out from beneath the bridge and headed toward the riverbanks. His shoes sunk into the mud a bit. It was starting to get dark which made it hard for him to search for things that looked out of place, especially when he was unfamiliar with the area. He was just running on blind Logan behavior instinct at this point. It was also starting to get cold. Patton hoped Logan had chosen to wear the winter super suit or he’d found a coat or something.

He wandered, looking into dark places and listening for any sounds beyond the river crashing into the banks. Around 15 minutes into his walk, his eyes caught on a large rock in front of a drainage pipe. Perfect, Logan’s voice said in his head. Patton crept over to check it out. No one was there, but it looked like someone had been recently by a smear of mud near the base of the rock that looked like someone’s foot had slipped there. Okay. He peered around him carefully, walking back toward the river. He had the sudden feeling of being watched. Up. He looked up at a small ledge along the bank and sighed in relief. “Thank god.”

Logan stumbled back a step when he realized Patton had seen him and turned tail to run again.

“Wait, L-” he cut himself off. He couldn’t risk it just in case someone was listening. There was a reason he had the mask and the car after all. Patton was the only one who knew his identity and Logan wanted to keep it that way. He thought quickly, head latching onto a story he’d been told one night curled up against a half-asleep Logan. “I’m Devora the Mood Goddess?” he tried.

Logan paused and turned to face him. “You know me,” he said peering at him from behind the mask still on his face.

Patton nodded, shoulders dropping in relief. “I do.” He offered a hand. “Come with me?”

He looked at the offered hand and then at Patton’s face. There was a moment of silence and then he nodded slowly and took a few steps down toward Patton. Patton grabbed hold of his arm when he got close enough, loosely so as not to startle him even though he wanted to latch on and never let go. Something loosed in Patton’s chest at the contact.

“Who are you?” Logan asked, accepting the touch, though he looked at Patton’s hand on his arm in confusion.

“In the car okay,” Patton requested. He nodded after a moment. “Are you okay?”

“I have body aches and from context clues, I assume memory loss,” he said, “but otherwise I feel well enough.”

“Good. Let’s get back to the car.”

They picked their way back toward the bridge through the muddy riverside. Patton groaned softly when there was an unmarked police car parked next to Logan’s car.

“What?” Logan asked at normal volume.

“Shh,” Patton scolded, but it was too late. A flashlight flared to light and turned to them the next second. “Hello Detective,” Patton said wryly. Patton had met Detective Silvia a couple of times, but of course she didn’t know that since Patton was wearing a mask. Logan knew her a bit more as Bluebird. She gave him a very suspicious look that grew almost hostile when she saw Logan was with him.

“Bluebird,” she said.

“So, I’ve come to understand,” Logan replied.

“I’m his friend. I’m here to help,” Patton said.

“Every villain in the city is looking for him, excuse me for not believing your word.” Patton sighed.

“He knows the code word,” Logan said.

She considered him and then shook her head. “I’d still be more comfortable if you came down to the station.”

Logan tilted his head at her. “No,” he said firmly. Then the detective yelped as her feet left the ground.

“Bluebird no!” Patton hissed. “The detective is our friend.”

“She is not my friend,” Logan replied with a frown. “I don’t know her.”

Patton rubbed his temples. “Just get in the car and put her down gently when you do.”

He went without compliant and Patton rounded the car. His eyes fell on the man he’d seen earlier, backed up against the wall with wide eyes. “Thanks for being concerned for him buddy,” Patton said.

They both got in the car and Patton drove away. He saw the detective being placed back on her feet in the rearview mirror. “Well, I’m going to have to send her a fruit basket,” he mumbled under his breath.

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AO3 Part 5

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Godzilla movie concept

Destoroyah vs. Hedorah vs. Biollante three-way match

But they're all in their tiniest forms.

Destoroyah is a single inch-long trilobite, no buddies around to combine with. Hedorah is a stress ball-sized wad of ooze that dropped off the main monster. Biollante is a single undersized rose bud stumbling around on two flimsy roots.

It's still filmed like a kaiju movie, with gratuitous attention given to the massive amounts of property damage they're doing. Destoroyah broke the tip off a pencil! Hedorah's poison has killed a single fruit fly! Biollante, in her efforts to reach higher ground, knocked a candle off a birthday cake! It was still lit!! There's a tiny burn on the table!!!

Kaiju attack sirens go off. Humans scream in panic and evacuate the battle scene, then crowd in the hall outside the office where the fight is going down to watch through the door. An extremely serious meeting attended by G-Team, the Prime Minister of Japan, and several other high ranking government officials is held to decide what to do about this public menace. (The fight is taking place on the Prime Minister's desk.)

A G-Team soldier is suited up in very futuristic-looking armor and sent into the room with a cup and a magazine to try to capture the kaiju. The scene frequently cuts over to a tense military command center where they're issuing orders to the soldier and monitoring his condition.

The inside of the soldier's helmet flashes the words "CONTAINMENT BREACH" in digital red when Hedorah squelches out along the rim of the cup. Biollante wraps around his palm, so he pulls his glove off and throws it away. His commanding officer yells at him to not deviate from his training and he yells back that the situation made it necessary. Destoroyah takes advantage of the opportunity to bite the soldier's thumb.

There are murmurs of shock and disappointment in the command center. The general grimly declares the mission a failure. The soldier apologizes for not being able to finish his mission, voice tight with pain and anger at himself. Gruffly, his commanding officer reassures him that he did all he could. The soldier's fiancée collapses to her knees sobbing.

He goes to the hospital and gets two stitches.

"We're out of alternatives," the Prime Minister says, watching footage of smoke and destruction in his office. (Hedorah and Destoroyah teamed up to spill a mug of coffee on Biollante but it also short circuited the PM's laptop.) "He might make everything worse... but our only hope now is to call in Godzilla."

Cut to the inside of the PM's office. The door creaks open. A newly hatched Baby Godzilla toddles in, looking around curiously. There are lovingly constructed shots of the destruction as he trips over and crushes a knee-high filing cabinet and accidentally knocks over a bookcase.

Under psychic instruction, he scoops up Destoroyah, Hedorah, and Biollante. The Godzilla theme plays as he trots down the hall carrying them.

He tosses them outside in the bushes.

The end.

(In the sequel, Biollante merges with one of the bushes, rips out the roots, and terrorizes a single block of Tokyo. She's now big enough to fight two dorats.)

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I would love a prompt of C.C. realising she is younger than Fran. And how our Niles reacts, of course :P

@missbabcocks1 Here we are, at last, my bestie! I hope this was everything you were expecting when you requested it!

But also, oh my God, I am so far behind on all these prompts! I’m so sorry everyone’s been waiting - work keeps me very busy! I will try to do more, more often, to get through them! I need to get back on track a bit, even though I work full time now. Besides, it will be good - who doesn’t love hearing about these two idiots and their adventures?

Niles had to say, there was something extremely pleasantabout C.C. having been told to go on maternity leave. In the days after thewhole extended clan had arrived in California, there had been so much work todo – particularly for both his wife and Mr. Sheffield at the studios – that itseemed as though neither one of them would get a break!

Fortunately, a small miracle had happened and Maxwell had,over the course of some months (as opposed to his usual years), noticed thatthe load was really too much for her to handle. Studio work, even forproducers, didn’t lend itself to anything apart from being on one’s feet allday when shooting and the rounder her belly grew, the more it was starting tobecome a concern whenever a live set inspection or meeting was called.

It was a relief for the butler when their employer hadfinally told her to simply rest at home for the remainder of her pregnancy. Notthat C.C. hadn’t put up a fight, of course. She seemed to have a constant worrythat things just wouldn’t get done if she wasn’t there to make sure of it, andfor the first long, few weeks, she hadn’t been able to help swinging wildly ona pendulum back and forth between “on edge and anxious” and “bored out of hermind”.

That was why Niles had done everything he could to keep heroccupied, which was what he found so pleasant about it, in truth. Having her athome meant that they got to spend more time together, just as they would’vedone had they still been at the mansion back in New York. They’d read books,watched movies, tossed playful remarks back and forth as he went about hischores – the works. He’d even bring lunch right to her lap if she was feelingtoo tired or uncomfortable to move.

As time moved forward and C.C. settled further into hermaternity leave, her worries seemed to settle as well. Not that they went awaycompletely, of course, but enough so that she could actually enjoy herself andnot think about working all of the time.

Not that she didn’t find some of that to do around themansion, as well. The office always had things that needed clearing, filing or reworkingand it wasn’t as though Maxwell would ever get around to it. So, C.C. had takenit upon herself to do a little bit of administration work, every once in awhile, whenever she felt the boredom creeping up on her again.

She had clearly felt the urge a little while after Niles hadbrought her lunch, because when he returned to the living room with his own sandwich(he’d cooked the bacon for this BLT to perfection, in his mind), her plate fromher meal was clean and she had retrieved another box.

She was sat going through the papers inside it, a greatCheshire Cat-like grin stretching across her gorgeous face.

He loved to see her looking so happy, even if it did alsointrigue him. What could she have found in that box that had made her sopleased? He could even hear her chuckling a little bit under her breath…!

Well, there wasn’t anything like having a little bit oftheir usual fun to ask her what was going on…

He sauntered over, allowing a grin to start to curl at thecorners of his mouth.

“You’re looking awfully chipper. Did Mr. Sheffield call tosay that he’s fired someone you hate?”

C.C. looked up and smiled at him brightly, “Better.”

“Oh,” he blinked in return, coming to stand over where shewas sat on the sofa, craning his neck a little to take a look at what she wasdoing. “Two people?”

C.C. half-rolled her eyes at him. He didn’t take itpersonally – he knew it was all part of the fun.

“No one’s been fired, Scrubbing Bubbles,” she told him. “Ijust happen to have stumbled upon an excellent piece of news.”

“Is that so?” Niles’ eyebrow raised and he leaned in towardsher, elbows resting on the back of the sofa. “Would you care to share thisexcellent piece of news with your now-very-curious husband?”

His wife pretended to think about it, before another verypleased grin began to spread itself on her lips.

She practically purred her answer, “I might, for a littlequid pro quo…”

That was an answer Niles always enjoyed hearing. He wasbasically finished for the day, not including dinner, which he could easily putoff for another couple of hours or so.

And he was sure he knew the perfect way to spend them.

“Well, you know I am always happy to scratch your back, ifyou scratch mine…”

His motion to lean down and plant a kiss on her lips wasinterrupted at the very last second, when C.C.’s hand darted out and she pickedup his sandwich off his plate, taking a bite out of it and putting the restback.

She chewed for a while, during which Niles could only try tostammer out a protest but fail, eventually just letting his jaw drop and hangthere for a moment until she was done and ready to speak.

She dusted her hands off as she picked up the paper she’dbeen reading, “Now, you wanted to know what I’ve been looking at.”

Niles frowned in slight annoyance at his plate, “Yes, and Icould’ve enjoyed one whole, complete sandwich to go along with it…”

C.C. rolled her eyes, trying to look unimpressed but notreally managing to conceal her amusement.

“I’ll make it up to you later,” she said in a voice that luckilypromised it without using those words, before going back to the paper. “Youwanna see what I’ve found here or not?”

After a moment, Niles sighed.

“Alright, you’ve got me. What is it?”

“There’s the yenta I know and love,” his wife grinned,gesturing proudly at all her hard work. “I’ve been refiling and reorganisingall the household legal documents. The Sheffields’ and ours.”

“Both sets?” Niles quirked an eyebrow, surprised. “Shouldn’twe leave the Sheffields’ files for them to sort out?”

C.C.’s grin dropped away from her face and she gave him ALook. They both knew exactly what it meant, too – he had just been so takenaback by it in the heat of the moment that the answer hadn’t really registeredto him.

The Look meant something along the lines of “Who are youkidding, Butler Boy? Since when have the Sheffields ever done anything that wecould do for them?” mixed in equal combinations with “Would you trust Maxwellor Fran Sheffield to do something like organise and keep legal documents?”.

He could only really nod in return, once the understandinghad settled in properly.

“Good point,” he said, turning his attention back to thepapers. “What did you find? I’m assuming, of course, that your good news comesfrom one of these pages.”

“You’d assume correctly, lover,” she lifted one single sheetof paper out of her lap so that he could see. “Check this out.”

Setting his sandwich down on the one clear patch on thecoffee table, Niles took and peered at the document.

His eyes then went back to his wife, “It’s a copy of MrsSheffield’s birth certificate.”

His immediate thought was to ask why she had been looking atthat particular piece of paper in the first place, but it was almostimmediately interrupted by the rest of his brain asking him who he thought hewas kidding. Fran’s birth certificate was a closer and more heavily guardedsecret than the contents of the Vatican archives; he would’ve looked withouthesitation, if he’d been the one doing the filing.

They both already knew that C.C. knew this, too. There wassomething especially warming in that – they knew each other, inside and out, andknew exactly when the other would be interested in something they’d found.

“Mm-hm,” she hummed pleasantly, as smug as a cat who’dgotten both the cream and the canary. “Notice anything about it?”

Niles studied the certificate carefully, looking for the onepiece of information that she could be talking about. There was one reasonnobody ever saw this paper, and it was the one thing they’d both truly wonderedabout their friend for as long as they’d known her.

Of course, he had the information that she was in the sameclass as Val at school, who had accidentally let slip one time how old she was,but there was something more concrete about seeing the proof firsthand. Rightthere in front of him, on the official piece of paper that recorded Fran’s birthday.Besides, what if Val also lied about her age (poorly, compared to MrsSheffield, but even so)? Or what if the hastily-used excuse that Val kept beingheld back turned out to be true (because, well, come on)?

It didn’t take long to find.

In the butler’s mind, he’d more than half imagined that herbirth date would look…off, compared to other people’s. That was, he’d thoughtthere would be a day and a month, but no year. His sense of logic had steppedin in the moments he’d thought that and told him not to be ridiculous – itwould be scribbled out with a pen, or redacted, like an important militaryrecord, or the dates and locations of stories that authors wanted to representas “real life” in Victorian literature.

But, much to his surprise, neither of those things weretrue. The date was there, in full.

And his eyes could only widen at the number printed on thatpage.

“No…!” he exclaimed in some disbelief, incredulous at havingthe proof positive there in his hands. “It can’t really be true! Surely…!”

“Oh, yes,” C.C. was on the verge of chuckling in puredelight, clasping her hands together in glee. “Our good, perpetuallytwenty-nine-year-old friend, is at the same time, somehow older than I am!”

As if to illustrate her point and celebrate at the sametime, she began to half-dance in her seat, shimmying her shoulders from side toside and wiggling her hips as much as her belly would allow.

Niles watched in amusement, his hand dropping away with thepaper still in it.

“You really are pleased with yourself for finding this,aren’t you?” he asked, mostly rhetorically because the answer was obvious toanybody who had working eyes.

His wife scoffed, still in the middle of her dance number, “Likeyou’re not happy to have finally fully solved the mystery! I’m surprised youdidn’t do this back when she first started at the-oof!”

Suddenly, she flinched, doubling over and clutching at herstomach, halting her in her seated tracks.

In an instant, the butler tossed the paper back into the pileand flew to her side, seating himself next to her as alarm bells immediatelywent off in his head, loud and ringing like the end of the world was on its way.In his state of dread and panic, an impending apocalyptic event would haveactually been preferable to what he imagined might have been happening.

What was going on? Was something the matter? Was it thebaby?!

“C.C., are you alright?!” he cried out, fear of the worststarting to grip at his heart.

Much to his relief, she took in a few deep breaths andrelaxed, letting her arms slip gently around her stomach.

“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine,” she said, raising an accusing eyebrowat her bump as a faintly entertained smirk made its way onto her lips. “Yourlittle servant spawn must’ve felt my happiness and decided to aim a kick at mylower intestine!”

Niles felt the last of the fear be washed away by the toneof her voice and the look on her face as she rubbed at her belly. She was fine.The baby was fine. Everything was fine. He could calm himself back down.

He could get himself back on track. Besides, he had afeeling that it might distract her from the glee of finding out for definitethat she was younger than Fran, and they’d all be allowed to go on with theirdays.

He pulled her into an embrace, settling one of his hands ontop of her stomach and patting it lovingly.

“Getting creative at running rings around you, even from inthe womb,” he beamed proudly. “We have a little prodigy on our hands already.”

C.C.’s half-smirk blossomed into a full one, “And you’ve gotyourself a little clone.”

Niles slid his hand over her belly, taking her hand andentwining their fingers, “You say that as though it were a bad thing.”

She pretended to think about it in return, exaggerating alook of contemplation and using her free hand to tap at her chin.

“Essentially having two of you around the place? Now, why onEarth would I think that was a bad idea…?”

He slid as close as he possibly could in response, leaningin so that his nose was nearly brushing hers.

“You wouldn’t. You love me too much for that…”

C.C.’s slightly hitched breath was warm against his skin, “Maybe.”

Niles felt the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, “Alittle.”

His wife played at being stubborn, “Sorta.”

It was at this point that the butler knew he’d won the game,“Kinda.”

He felt his lips brush against hers, before C.C. pulled awayjust enough to give him a teasing look.

“If our kid turns out to be as big a sap as you…” she lookedlike she was trying to think of a good threat, but came up with nothing.Instead, she simply shook her head. “I really have no idea what I’ll do.”

“I imagine you’ll be forced to finally melt and renounceyour throne. Though I have no idea where they’ll find another Ice Queen at suchshort notice…” he closed the gap again and quickly pecked her lips. “Unless, ofcourse, you’ve already melted.”

She was back to smirking again in an instant, in a way thatmade him think she thought she’d caught him out on something.

“You’re not distracting me out of it.”

Niles’ brow furrowed, “Out of what?”

“Being happy for my little age victory over Nanny Fine,” shereplied, poking him lightly in the chest.

The butler felt his face fall. Damn, she really was good. It truly did go to show just howwell they knew what the other was thinking at any given moment…!

Well, all he could hope to try and do now was downplay thewhole situation enough that she might not keep that smirk of hers for weeks onend.

“I hadn’t intended to distract you from that – our littleone did the job for me quite well enough,” he eventually counterpointed. “Besides, whosaid anything about it having to be a competition?”

C.C. seemed slightly put out by his question.

“No one, but I don’t think it would kill anybody toacknowledge it.”

Niles bit back a frown. She did have a point; she wasyounger, and she had every right to be able to say so. Many years’ worth of“old” and “ancient” jokes could easily be deflected away without trouble, withthat knowledge out in the open, as well as in mind.

Besides, it wasn’t as though not being twenty-nine tookanything away from Fran. Their friend had many things in her life to enjoy andbe proud of, and her age didn’t have any bearing in any of them.

So, he smiled, giving his wife a kiss on the cheek.

“Alright. We’ll talk about it with her tonight,” he said,before pointing a finger at her, emphasising that he meant what he was about tosay. “Using gentle words, though. You say you don’t think it will kill anybody,but you can never be completely sure.”

C.C., chuckled and grabbed his hand, “As you wish, ScrubBrush.”

The gesture was tender, and her voice amused. She wasagreeing to his terms with neutral feelings, but she was enjoying the fact that hewas being so commanding over it.

He couldn’t hold back a smirk over how it wasn’t the firsttime.

“God, I love it when you agree with what I say…” he practicallygrowled, thinking back to her words before about “making it up to him”.

His wife’s eyebrow shot up and she began to grin, clearlyunderstanding, “Hoping to cash in on that promise I made just now, are we?”

Niles pointedly checked his watch in return, “Well, we dohave a few spare hours before anybody is due to arrive home…”

C.C. cast her eyes quickly towards his sandwich, remindinghim it was still there, “What about your lunch?”

The butler studied her for a moment, and then looked atwhere his sandwich was sat waiting, the bacon and lettuce crisp against the soft,cool tomato and the bread cut thick from the loaf he’d bought only that morning.

He reached out, grabbed his prized lunch and took one bite,chewing it rapidly and swallowing before setting it back down and taking hisnow-laughing wife into his arms.

“I’ll finish it later.”

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Girl you need (G.D.)

Summary: Best friends to lovers don’t always work out in your favor.

Warnings: angst, swearing, implied smut

Word count: 3200

Part 2

What’s that saying? Friends to lovers is the best way to build a lasting relationship? Maybe it’s just what I’ve been saying my whole life in an effort to convince myself the feelings I’ve developed were a start of a fairy tale and not a tragedy.

It seems as if every time I had feelings for a guy, they remained unreciprocated. I’d get the textbook line: you’re too perfect to end up with a guy like me, or the occasional: you deserve the world, but I can’t give it to you. Whichever excuse they used, the end result never changed: I wasn’t good enough.

I was never the girl the guys choose and whether I liked it or not, it started to truly affect me.

Confidence slowly dwindled, my beliefs about love faded and worst of all...I stopped letting people in. I’ve shut my heart inside a treasure chest like a precious gem, locking it and forgetting where the key is. A small part of me knowingly lost the key, because if you don’t let people in you won’t get hurt. And I was tired of the hurt.

But then he came into my life.

I found that every question I had, he became the answer to it. The key to my treasure slowly came out of hiding and he personally dusted it off. Now he holds it in the palm of his hand and I am terrified just as I am excited about the prospect of finally being the one.

Grayson...

He is an ambivert, a social butterfly unlike me. He commands every room he enters, while I’m usually hiding in the corner. His aura attracts people by nature and I’m not even sure he understands how powerful his charisma is.

He is intuitive, but he doesn’t let his mind rule, rather his heart. He likes to listen to his heart instead of logic, which is why he gets hurt more often than he’d like to admit. Wearing his heart on his sleeve has marked him a target for those who have anything but good intentions in mind. I know he suffers for it, but I’m always there to make him laugh. Regardless of what I’m doing, I drop everything and help him nurse his wounds. I’ve always been the type that followed my heart, until I forced my brain to step up to protect the weak muscle inside me. He taught me to listen to my heart again, but to bring my brain along for the ride as well.

Grayson is an open book, pages filled with stories I ache to read and a main character I could never get enough of. He’s the type that inspires, bringing out the best in people. Instead of overthinking he overfeels, he’s determined and passionate, altruistic, but he burns out easily. I’m there to help him heal when that happens, whether it be a movie weekend in or a wild adventure where I’m a 100% sure I’m going to die most of the time.

He’s very determined and passionate about things and people he loves. I’ve felt it first hand. He’s got so much love inside him that it’s bursting out the seams, but most of it goes in vain. I tend to be the one to grab any leftovers and bask in his caring nature.

Grayson and I have a connection that surpasses the physical, a deep emotional tether that I’ve been relying on heavily. While we’ve never been more than good friends, the lines between friendship and love have been blurred for the longest time now and I no longer knew where the scale will end up once its tips over.

Sometimes it’s his arm around me, resting on my shoulders casually or his hand on the small of my back that remains in its spot for so long I feel his touch turn to fire. Other times it’s his fingers trailing up and down my spine as I nestle in his side, my head on his chest and his lips ghosting my forehead as his breath moves a few stray hairs out the way. Maybe it’s about the look in his steadfast brown eyes that seem to soften whenever they rest upon me, or the striking smile his lips spread into whenever I walk into the room. Perhaps it’s the warmth of his touch and how I’ve never felt safer than in his embrace, but most of all, it’s about the way he didn’t pull away when we accidentally kissed.

Both going for a cheek, Grayson and my lips connected and although I felt my brain falter and my heart jump, I was sure he’d step back and rub the back of his neck nervously as an awkward chuckle graced my ears. But he didn’t. He barely even flinched before his lips lustfully captured mine for a deeper kiss and his eyes closed as we got lost in each other. I nibbled on his bottom lip tenderly, dragging it between my teeth to assert dominance and the moment his soft flesh escaped my hold, Grayson made sure I knew he was the dominant one. He gripped my thigh tightly, turning needy and every move I made that resulted in our lips parting was a new groan rolling off his lips. We became a mess of tangled limbs, sweat and heavy breathing, moans I’ve stifled by biting into his shoulder as each of his thrusts made me feel like I’ll unravel. It was perfect.

If I knew what I know now, I’d never let it go down.

“I’m just so tired.” I mumble into the phone, making up an excuse to ditch my nightly outing so I could spend the night with the guys, hoping Grayson and I can talk about what happened that night.

When I woke up the next morning, all I found of him was a note on the pillow where his head used to be, the sheets on his side of the bed cold and empty without him.

Last night was just what I needed. It was perfect.

Not exactly the most romantic thing he’d ever said as I’ve seen and heard him flirt with girls. The note just didn’t sit well with me. Knowing him, I half expected to wake up to banana pancakes and a big cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows. A part of me truly believed this night would make him want to bridge the blurred lines between us and finally try and see if there was something to explore at all.

Before last night, I had never let myself feel anything for him no matter how hard my very soul wanted to give in and love him with every fiber of my being. Last night all my doubts have gone, all contingency plans ruined and my damn key was no longer mine.

But Grayson always says he’s not looking for something serious right now. He keeps saying he’s had too many relationships that poisoned him from start to finish and he needed some fresh air and fun.

Was I that fun? Would he do that to his best friend?

After not hearing from him at all, I decided to drop by and initiate the talk myself. I need to know where we stand.

“He’s not home.” Ethan shrugs, letting me inside and I bite my lower lip.

“Thought he’d be here.” I mumble to myself, wondering where he went. I didn’t have to wonder for long as Ethan had the answer prepared for me.

“He’s out with his girlfriend. Tessa, remember?” Ethan raises a brow in question, looking at me a little more intently than usually. His brown eyes scan what’s most likely a shocked, hurt look in mine and I see his frown form slowly and deeply.

“He, uh. He didn’t say they were official. Or anything really. Thought she was just a friend.” I stumble over my words, unsure what to say when my brain feels as if it’s just been drained of any shred of intelligent thought.

“They’ve been dating for a month, Y/N.” Ethan informs me and I find my serious demeanor change into a hurt, almost panicked, high pitched giggle followed by tears in my eyes.

“You good? Kinda scaring me there.” Ethan takes a step closer, pocketing his phone for the first time since I came in. He’s always on that damn thing. My outburst must have truly scared him. I’m never the one to lose my composure.

“I. I’m fine.” I manage to slip out between the giggles, placing a hand over my chest as a ragged breath comes through to my burning lungs.

What the hell am I supposed to say? I think I’m in love with your brother who is also my best friend but he also never told me he’s official with someone and we had sex last night? I don’t think that’s a good idea.

“If you’re so fine, then why are you crying?” Ethan counters, outstretching both arms, leaving his chest wide open for me to fall back on.

And I do.

His arms wrap around me in a protective way, his chin resting atop my head as he listens to my giggles turning into sobs. The strength he holds me up with is enough for me to feel the uncontrollable trembling inside me had now become evident outside as well.

We moved to his bedroom, lying in bed in embrace as I soaked his shirt and smeared make up all over it. The very make up I put on to look cute for his twin.

He waited patiently for me to run out of tears to cry, slowly until my sobs stopped and my chest hurt with the ragged, sharp, pained intakes of breath that came erratically in comparison to his even breathing. My head hurt, my sniffles forced me to blow my nose multiple times and now I had no more in me to move. So I allowed myself to close my eyes and rest on Ethan’s chest as his hand rubbed my back gently, moving in soothing circles.

The door swung open, startling me into opening my eyes and I quickly sit up and face the source that was blatantly unaware of my presence and blurted out a request before focusing on me with widened eyes and parted lips.

“Ethan, turn up the music cause I’m about to f - Y/N?!” He says my name like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like my eyes aren’t bloodshot and puffy from crying my heart out, like he wasn’t about to just say he’s about to fuck another girl. His girl.

“I’m gonna go.” I wipe the nonexistent tears with the back of my hand and move to stand, finding it hard and disorienting for I stumble forward and almost fall into Grayson.

Ethan jumps after me, trying to stop me from leaving while Grayson reached out to grab me and... I don’t know what he wanted to do...steady me? Stop me and ask me not to tell his girlfriend he cheated on her? Whatever the reason may be, I slapped his hand immediately, on instinct. I couldn’t handle his hands on me right now. The thought of his touch made my physically ill.

“What the fuck is going on between you two?” Ethan whisper shouts, peering over Grayson’s shoulder to make sure we’re alone and he can speak freely.

I wrap my arms around me, avoiding their gaze at all costs as my attempt to bypass Grayson once more fails.

I push him back, growing aggravated with him and the pain I’ve held inside quickly turns into anger.

“Will you stop trying to leave and talk to us like a normal human being?!” Grayson shouts and I flinch, taking a step back in genuine fear. He never yells at me. Never. It’s the first time I haven’t felt safe nor happy around him. The first time I wanted to be as far away as possible. I can’t say I’m afraid he’ll hurt me, because there’s nothing more painful than what he already did, but I’m not good with angry outbursts directed toward me. I’ve never been able to handle people yelling at me and he knows this.

He tries to touch me again, but Ethan steps in this time around as I recoil from his brother like a wounded animal.

“What the fuck did you do, bro?” Even in my state, I could hear Ethan’s voice lower and his tone darken with a looming threat as if he’s speaking through his teeth.

“I - We made a mistake last night, okay?” Grayson whispers, making sure his girlfriend can’t hear as his eyes meet mine with the statement.

“Wow.” I scoff, shaking my head. Ethan turns back to look at me, his confused eyes flickering between us, awaiting an explanation.

“Nice to know that’s what you see me as.” I sneer, allowing the anger to fill me once more and the poison spread through my veins.

“I have a girlfriend.” Grayson insists, pressing his lips into a tight line and I nod to myself, pursing my lips.

“Didn’t seem like she crossed your mind while you were balls deep inside me.” I’m a lot of things, but crude has never been one of them. Until now. Even I’m surprised with the venomous words spilling from my mouth, noticing how Ethan’s jaw dropped to the floor with my statement.

“So why did you do it? Huh? To fuck with me and my feelings? Or is it to sabotage not only what you have with the clueless girl in your bedroom but also whatever the fuck connection we had?” I feel myself growing frustrated with him and the silence that hangs in the air as he looks anywhere but in my eyes. He never avoids eye contact, insisting it’s the proper way to talk to someone. I see his jaw clench and his face twist in an almost pained grimace and I know I struck a chord.

“What was last night to you? What am I to you?” I hit my palm against my chest in affect, not feeling but hearing the thud that comes with it.

“I’m not trying to hurt you Grayson, like you’ve done to me. This isn’t a quid pro quo thing. But after everything you’ve learned about me...after all this time, can you honestly tell me you didn’t do what you did because you actually live for the drama and pain in your life? Is this who you’ve become, because it feels like it is? Your life was doing so well that you felt the need to sabotage it so you can revel in the pain of losing not only me, but possibly the girl you came home with?” I know I’m right. It’s because he’s become who I used to be and who he just turned me into once more.

“Fuck you.” Grayson writhes, rage taking over him as well and I see his arm muscles contract under the pressure of his self-imposed control.

“I want her. I want HER.” He repeats, emphasizing and I chuckle dryly, putting my hands on my hips as the last shred of my heart shatters and I remember why I kept it hidden for so long.

“Ever heard of that saying...Don't leave a girl you need for a girl you want.” I remind him of the word he wrote himself, one that I hoped would be a powerful blow to his heart as it is to mine.

“You know...All my life, I’ve tried so hard. And I’m never the one. I’m always the second choice...third choice even! And you say fuck you....well, someday someone will. I can assure you it won’t be you. Ever again.” I run a hand through my hair, moving toward the door he’s no longer blocking and I find myself locking eyes with him for the first time since we started this talk.

“This...whatever it was..” I gesture vaguely between us.

“It’s over.” I swallow thickly, praying I keep it together for a moment longer.

“I’m so stupid for even allowing myself to think you might be different from all the other guys I had feelings for. I thought you’d realize that last night actually meant something to me. That you’re the only guy that’s ever made me fall in love and open my heart to someone again, but in the end it only made the heartbreak deeper and so much worse than anything I’ve ever felt.” I take a step into the hallway, feeling like my chest is about to cave in as the emptiness inside is now a hollow chasm where the bad outweighs the good and everything I wanted to believe in again is lost in the darkness once more.

“Wait.” Grayson grabs me by the arm, pulling me back and around to face him and I use both hands to stop myself from plummeting into him. Palms pressed against his chest, I push back, but his hold on me grows so much stronger that I’m sure I’ll have a bruise to join last night’s collection with a single, but major difference in its inception - last night was passion and this is desperation.

“You felt something for me?” The incredulous look in his eyes is enough for me to be sure he was blind to it all, like I’ve just opened his eyes to a whole new world of possibilities he could have never anticipated.

“Grayson?” A voice sweet as honey comes from across the hall and I can’t help but turn in its general direction. I follow the voice to a stunning girl whose curly locks fall across her almost bare chest, the rest of her body on display in the skimpy underwear she stripped down to.

I bite the inside of my lips, trying to hold myself together as I turn my head back to Grayson who didn’t move his eyes from me. He’s waiting for my answer, but I already gave him one. He chose the girl he wanted over the girl he needed...he can suffer the consequences for all I care.

Tapping his chest lightly with my right palm, I push away from him again and free myself of his relentless hold. His lips part and his eyes water as I take a couple steps back, my own vision turning blurry with the scene. In this moment, both our hearts broke, I could tell. But once I turned my back on him, there was no room for looking back. Not even when Ethan called after me, begging me to stay and talk through this. Not when I heard a thud as if Grayson’s legs gave out and he fell to the floor. Not when Tessa asked for an explanation, half screaming at Grayson.

I can remember being nothing but fearless and truly happy with him by my side, but we’ve become echoes and echoes, they wither, fade away and die.

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[slytherin-puffskein]

twelve ways to fall in love with you.

the signs as moments falling in love | requests closed

from @cinnamonriko:

scorpio: It was when I found myself wanting to tell you things I didn’t share with anyone else. You had sat there expectantly, and openly- like you’d wait all day if you had to. And when I told you you didn’t leave, you understood.

- - -

signs completed: capricorn - scorpio

- - -

Usually, Barnaby Lee found himself enjoying Valentine’s Day. The cute dates, the kisses, the gifts, what else could be better than an entire day solely dedicated to spoiling your significant other? Literally nothing, at least to his eyes. However, this day was now reduced to nothing as he was officially single. Four months thrown down the drain, with no consideration nor apologies. He couldn’t boast over the fact that he had easily gotten over it, however, because it would have been a lie. It had been hard, perilous even, but he had managed to claw his way out of all these unpleasant feelings and get back on his daily routine. He was healing. Slowly, but surely.

He knew of this pain, and promised himself to help whoever experiencing it. And so, when it came to his knowledge that Laurent King was dealing with the same emotional storm, he just had to intervene. As soon as he had received the news he had showed up at his apartment, his shoulder ready for him to cry on and his ears free to listen to every woes. The first night had been long. Painful, even. Murphy McNully, this single name kept slipping out of Laurent’s lips, decorated with uneven sobs and choked back words the redhead didn’t dare to add. Barnaby couldn’t blame him: most of it was probably too personal to talk about. He was his best friend, but there were still many things he didn’t, couldn’t know yet.

“I don’t understand.” Laurent had sniffled, his face buried in the crook of his neck while the TV was playing in front of them. “I don’t understand at all...”

“It’s ok, Laurent. I’m here... I’m here”

He couldn’t help but scoff at that memory. I’m here. As if that was a good way to comfort him. Words wouldn’t have been sufficient at that very moment, so he had resorted to listen at last. My parents never bothered about my advice, why would he? And what kind of advice do I have anyway, me who got dumped only a few months ago? Talk about a bad joke.

Days became weeks, weeks became months, and now was their first Valentine’s Day without a partner to share it with. No cute dates to go on, no compliments to give out, no kisses to offer. It definitely put a weight on their hearts, threatening to crush it when least expected.

But Barnaby had a plan.

- - -

Laurent had his entire evening planned out: a well deserved glass of wine along with a bunch of good movies to watch, all of this preceding a long, warm bubble bath. What else could possibly top this? Nothing, absolutely nothing.

A wistful voice crept in his mind anyway. You damn fool, you know there is much more enjoyable than this. Remember your first Valentine’s Day with Murphy? You two had so much fun. A candlelit dinner in your favourite restaurant followed by a romantic stargazing session. What happened once you guys got back home was a lot of fun as well-- He immediately cut off his thoughts, gently slapping his cheek and mentally cursing himself. Shut up, shut up! Who said Valentine’s Day was for couples anyway, huh? I’ll enjoy it with my own damn self! He wasn’t convinced, however. 

He had slipped into his most comfortable pyjamas and was choosing which movie to watch as his doorbell suddenly rang, prompting him to almost jump in fear. Bewilderment reading itself on his face he approached the door and checked into the peep hole, his muscles relaxing as soon as he recognized Barnaby’s face. A question reigned in his mind still: what is he doing there? Soon enough the door creaked open, and Laurent was greeting Barnaby inside.

It didn’t take long before he started swarming him with questions: What are you doing here? Everything alright? It’s so cold outside, why are you only wearing that coat? Barnaby only had that damn smile etched on his face, however, and despite Lau’s frustration due to not having any decent answers, he couldn’t help but feel a delightful flutter in his chest.

As he removed his coat, Barnaby finally decided to explain himself: “I assumed you wouldn’t like to spend the evening alone.” He admitted, red blossoming over his cheeks. “So I decided to keep you company... and...” A pause, and then he shook his head. I can’t lie to him. “Well... I... I didn’t want to spend the evening alone. As for you, I dunno, but I had hoped- well not hoped, I didn’t hope you were sad, more like--” And he was stumbling with his words again. For a reason yet unknown to him it always occurred when he was near Laurent.

Before he could try and come up with a decent sentence, Laurent was speaking: “I... I must say, I didn’t really like the thought of being alone as well.” The redhead confessed. “I mean, y’know what day it is... brings back memories.” And he trailed off, once again avoiding to reveal any more information to Barnaby. He knew it was unfair to keep so much from his friend, but... he wasn’t ready to bare himself just yet. He wasn’t ready to fully let go of his relationship with Murphy. Would he ever be? He had no idea. I loved him so much... and now it’s all reduced to dust.

Suddenly, he felt Barnaby’s hand land on his shoulder, and words clung to his throat as they found themselves unable to make their way out. He could only stare at his smile. “Well, I guess it’s your lucky day, then!” Barnaby exclaimed. “I’ll chase away these bad memories, let’s enjoy this evening together!” And suddenly his gaze landed towards Laurent’s bedroom. “What were you planning to do?”

Laurent immediately guessed what Barnaby was thinking about, and a smile finally curved his lips. “Movie night. I know for a fact that you...”

“... Love them.” Barnaby completed. “Yes! How about we check a few of them out, hm?” A glint of excitement passed through his eyes.

“Let’s.” Lau replied at last. Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all.

- - -

It turned out that Barnaby had another trick up his sleeve, and it revealed itself in the form of a box he pulled out of his bag. “Ta-da! I stopped by your favourite donut shop and got us a few things! What’s better than movies? Movies and donuts! You’ll thank me later~”

“We should make this a tradition.” Laurent commented as they both sat down on his bed. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy this more than I am supposed to.”

He was already smiling and giggling, and the sparkles usually inhabiting his eyes had come back at last. That sight proved itself to be a real comfort to Barnaby, the fondness with which he was staring at his friend only confirming it. For once, Laurent wasn’t thinking about Murphy and their disastrous breakup. He was focusing on the present, filled with good movies and donu-- his face fell as Barnaby opened the box.

Green, matcha glazed donuts were part of the mix. Otherwise known as Murphy McNully’s favourites. It took a few seconds for Laurent to snap back into reality and realize that Barnaby has been calling out his name with worry decorating his features. Laurent blinked one, two times. “Ah, sorry, I... I spaced out, I guess.” His gaze swiftly drifted away from the donuts. “Matcha flavour was Murphy... Murphy’s favourite. His favourite colour is green, of course it had to be his...” He trailed off, unable to continue. His heart threatened to squeeze itself in his chest and eventually blow up, his brain was assaulted with thunders of painful memories, his hands felt cold... and suddenly he was looking at Barnaby again.

Barnaby, who looked as if he had just learned he had accidentally committed the world’s biggest crime. “I’m sorry!” He blurted out. “I-I didn’t know, I didn’t mean to, I--”

Luckily enough Laurent was quick to interrupt him. Giggles even punctuated his words. “It’s fine, Barnaby. You didn’t know...” Without a warning he suddenly reached for his hand, their fingers slowly intertwining together. “Thank you. Really. These strawberry glazed ones look super tasty...”

That was sufficient to appease Barnaby, and Laurent felt better as well. As soon as their fingers linked together he has been feeling lighter, in fact. Let’s watch a movie, now. Let’s watch a movie and forget about our shitty relationships. Memories of Barnaby’s breakup with his ex girlfriend suddenly rushed through him, and he saw himself in that same bedroom a few months ago, comforting a tearful Barnaby. Man, the turntables. Now he’s the one comforting me... is he still sad about his breakup? It’s Valentine’s Day after all. He must feel melancholic... however he feels, I’ll give him support. He deserves it.

With that in mind he squeezed his hand, and he chose a movie at last.

“Are you sure a romantic movie is what you need?” Has been Barnaby’s first question.

“I’ll be fine, Barnaby. How about you?” You always ask about me. Let me ask about you.

Barnaby nodded, stuffing a donut in his mouth and then replying: “Yup!”

Laurent jokingly smacked Barnaby’s arm, laughing. “You’re so gross, swallow before speaking!” How ironic, since he has been eating a donut and talking as well.

- - -

Curled up against Barnaby as he would always do when watching TV with him, countless thoughts swirled inside of Laurent’s mind thus preventing him to properly enjoy the movie. He couldn’t make out whatever the actors were saying, and suddenly, as they reached the middle of the movie Laurent reached for the remote and hit the ‘pause’ button. Silence greeted them, and Barnaby stared at Lau with confusion. “Everything alright...?”

A nod, and then some more silence before Laurent finally spoke up: “I was so in love with him.” His voice was down to a murmur, but he knew Barnaby would hear it anyway.

And he did. “I know.”

“I just... it all happened so fast. One day I was madly in love, and the other he breaks up with me. He told me it wasn’t my fault, he--” He suddenly stopped speaking, and locked his gaze with Barnaby’s.

Time froze as they both tried to decipher what messages the other’s eyes contained. Neither of them managed to find anything, and it was probably better this way. For Laurent, at least, for he had figured out he wanted to talk to Barnaby. Not simply look at him, talk. He wanted to tell him about his relationship, and hopefully let go at once.

A last look in Barnaby’s eyes was enough to convince Laurent, for what he saw revealed everything: he was ready to listen to him. He was ready to try to understand. He was ready to sit for hours if it were to take that much time. And so, he started speaking. He poured out his heart. He told him about how great his relationship with Murphy had felt, but also how the impression everything would go wrong had kept gnawing at him. He had tried to deny it for as long as he could, but it eventually hit him straight on the face as their breakup finally occurred. He was too much. Too much his opposite. Murphy liked calculations and percentages, Laurent liked spur of the moment actions and carelessness. Water and fire don’t mix, and the same could be said about Laurent King and Murphy McNully.

He had expected it, yes, but it devastated him anyway. He had thought he would have been enough. He had thought it would have been alright. He had loved Murphy for the way he was, but Murphy had failed doing the same. “But can I blame him?” Laurent suddenly said. “I’m... I’m so... so me, and I’m so different than him... but still, I... I guess it is selfish of me to say this, but... I had wished I would have been good enough for him. Turned out I wasn’t. Probably will never be...”

Silence. He didn’t know how to express himself anymore, so he had resorted to shutting himself up. Barnaby, however, had loads to say as he held him closer, his arms curling around his waist in a comforting embrace. “I know how you feel...” These words felt like a punch to Laurent. Really? How would he know? Wasn’t his past relationship ideal? Wasn’t their breakup mutual? Yes, he had cried... but everyone cries during breakups at some point. You cry because you’re missing a part of yourself. It’s like someone removed a limb of yours: it hurts, so you cry.

He stared as Barnaby chewed on his bottom lip. “I didn’t tell you everything about my own breakup. I... I didn’t live up to my own expectations either. I told you we agreed on breaking up... but it was mostly because I was disappointed with myself. Because...” He held back his breath, as if he was struggling with to find the right words. As a sign of support Laurent reached for his hand. “I figured out I might like guys more instead of girls. You know I like boys as well as girls, but I never told you what caused that realization. It was kissing her while thinking of how it would feel if she were a boy... I supposed I fell out of love, and it made me feel like the world’s worst asshole”

Confessions, confessions, they came one after the other. Sometimes from Lau, sometimes from Barnaby, sometimes both telling them at the same time. Revisiting these old memories hurt, but also relieved them of a huge weight that has been pressing on their shoulders. When they finished speaking they felt good. They felt light.

And Barnaby understood how Laurent felt.

And Laurent understood how Barnaby felt.

“I must admit, I miss being in a relationship.” Laurent shyly confessed as he hit ‘play’ on the remote.

“Me too... I miss cuddling someone.”

“I miss kissing someone. It feels so... heavenly.”

“It feels perfect with the right person.”

And they were now looking at each other. Barnaby’s eyes flicked to Laurent’s lips. Laurent’s eyes flicked to Barnaby’s lips. “Wanna... wanna try it out?” The words slipped out of the redhead’s mouth. “Just to pretend we actually had some action during Valentine’s Day.” He added with a giggle to lighten the atmosphere.

A blush brightly coloured Barnaby’s cheeks for a moment, and Laurent was quick to fear that he had fucked up. There you go, now he’s going to think I’m a pervert. 

However, against all expectations, Barnaby nodded. “Y-Yes...” He stammered a little before speaking again: “I’d love to... I’ll be able to brag that I kissed the prettiest guy on Valentine’s Day.”

Laurent’s eyes widened at that claim, but he realized that Barnaby probably wasn’t even aware he had said this out loud. Instead of discussing this he remained silent and allowed Barnaby to inch closer. His arms tightened their grip around Laurent’s waist, and a gasp of surprise threatened to fall off his lips. Instead, he cupped Barnaby’s face and smiled teasingly. “You seem pretty eager.”

A blush blossomed over his friend’s features, and he stumbled with his words a little before finally coming up with a coherent sentence: “A-Are you ok with this, Lau? Kisses should... mean something.”

Laurent’s reply came without a moment of hesitation. “And what would this one mean for you? To me, it would be... moving on, I guess. Get into another chapter and leave Murphy behind for once. How about you?”

Silence lingered in the air as Barnaby didn’t answer, and what he had planned to reply shall remain a mystery as Laurent suddenly tugged on his shirt’s collar to pull him into a kiss. Immediately, a wave of comfort came to wash over the both of them as they curved into each other’s body, living the kiss at it’s fullest.

Neither of them wished to pull away.

- - -

The next morning, Laurent woke up to Barnaby’s steady heartbeat. He had fallen asleep on his chest, and donut crumbs were all over it. A quick look at his friend was all it took to confirm that he was still sleeping. After a few seconds of hesitation, he decided to not pull away. He even closed his eyes.

Following their kiss, they had focused back on the movie. Little words have been said, as if both of them had mulled over what had just happened. Had it been a mistake? Would they regret it? Laurent had feared how he would feel the next morning. But at this very moment, as he was curled up against Barnaby, absolutely no regret came to seize him.

I told him everything. I told him about my fears, my insecurities, the downsides of my relationship with Murphy. I told him everything I had feared revealing, and his reaction? Complete understanding. He even admitted stuff to me as well. It felt so... so right. So perfect. Just like him.

And the kiss. It had it’s hold on his mind still. Suddenly, Barnaby moved a little, and pulled Laurent closer while still sleeping. The redhead’s heart threatened to leap off his chest, and that was when he knew.

I like him.

I’m so screwed.

[meteor752]

Obi-Wan’s padawan that I accidentally created and ended up liking (This title is terrible)

My friend, Vera, who cosplayed as Ahsoka during Halloween, found out I had this blog and checked it out. Her favorite post out of them was about Obi-Wan’s Padawan loving Maul, and she asked me to make them a character.

So yeah, we sat down together with Kim, who played Obi-Wan, and started talking about directions to take this character. If you don’t like it, then good for you.

Oh, and I realized that we never came up with a name or gender, so I’m making it a She because I wrote out their whole “Family Tree”, and there’s a lot of males, and her name’s gonna be Vera cuz this was her idea

So yeah, Vera River was born somewhere on Wecacoe by an unknown mother. This unknown bitch of a mother sold her quickly, as she wanted nothing to do with poor Vera, so Vera grew up being sold left and right to different slave owners.

Growing up like this, Vera became a very quiet and scared little girl, because if she talked then it was chains. She hated being in chains, and even later in her life, she refuses to wear things like bracelets as it reminds her of it.

This continued until she was five years old, where there was some mission to Wecacoe by two Jedi and she was accidentally stumbled upon and brought to the Jedi temple. And as you might have guessed, the two who stumbled upon her was a 12 year old Anakin and a 28 year old Obi-Wan Kenobi. Because of the fact that she was saved by the two, she started to idolize them like you wouldn’t believe and made sure to keep up on what was going on in the two’s life.

Vera was put in a clan like every Jedi youngling, and in her case the cobra clan (Again, how do they name these?? We just made this name up). Because of the first five years of her life, it did make her a bit insecure and jumpy, which was easy to pick on by her clanmates.

The cobra clan consists of a Pau’an male named Timoa, a Devoranian male named Kaltin, a Kel dor female named Tiivia, a Mon Calamari named Meeka and a female Chiss named Amore. Vera did not get along with either Timoa, Kaltin nor Amore, but Tiivia and Meeka were nice.

Vera herself is from an unknown species (Don’t try to look it up, my friends and I made it up), that is sort of near-human. Her skin is chalk white, french braided hair is ebony black and eyes mud brown with a single peck of Amber. She looks relatively human, the only really abnormal thing is that her arms are a little extra long, and sharp fangs instead of teeth.

The thing is, she has a “Beast” form. When she feels threatened or scared, her outward appearance completely changes.

Her limbs grow longer, her back curves so she has to walk on four legs and her jaw can unhinge when she snarls, hisses or roars. Her mouth is unable to form real words, so instead she sends them telepathically into whoever she is talking to’s brain. The top of her head is formed into a sort of tentacle mass, and two extra arms come out of her back. The worst thing though if you ask her, the worst thing is the eyes. Upon the tentacles, there are almost two dozen covering them, and multiple appear and disappear on her body all the time. It is creepy and confusing on so many levels.

Vera is extremely shamed of the beast, and no one in the Jedi council knows of it except for Master Fisto.

During her clan’s first swim class when she was around nine, Timoa pushed her into the water and the beast emerged, as Vera is deeply terrified of water. Master Fisto comforted her, the sweetheart he is, and promised to keep it a secret. He also made the rest of her clan, who were terrified, keep the same promise. After that day, she had gained a lot more respect from her clan, and she overcame her fear of water.

During her gathering, after having to climb up a wall she could only do as the beast, she instead of founding one crystal, found two. Confused as ever, she climbed back down with the two crystals tightly in her grasp and made it out of the cave, first in her clan as well.

Back on the ship while looking at lightsaber types, she stumbles upon something called a Light Whip and falls in love. So yeah, this sweetie now has two blue light whips, good luck defeating her.

But like, a week or two after Ahsoka, aka the clone wars movie and stuff, Obi-Wan once again requested a Padawan, and after seven years Vera once again met her hero.

And she was his Padawan. Great, time to panic.

Over the course of seven years at the temple, she had done her fair share of research on Master Kenobi and holy kriff this guy can’t catch a break, can he. 

So she decided to put up a bubbly, happy exited facade so he won’t have to deal with the mess of a being she is. 

The two of them actually ended up getting along quite well, despite Vera putting him on a pedestal all the time. They joked and sassed out each other, but they also fought together perfectly. 

Vera and ‘Soka got along as well, with both being new Padawans and not too large of an age difference. They became like sisters, and more than once referred to each other as such.

Ani on the other hand...they didn’t exactly hate each other, they just..did not...get along. Vera still admired him greatly, he did help with her rescue as a five year old after all.

During a mission where just the two of them ended up stuck in a ship in the middle of space for a couple of hours, Vera tried an Ice Breaker to get to know each other better.

They ended up really getting to know each other though, as they both vented about their past and feelings -Ani about his jealousy for Vera being a better Padawan than he could ever be and his anger for the Jedi council, and Vera about bottling up her feelings- and then cried. After that they had a better connection and became sort of slave buds. They never called themselves that though, cuz that is weird.

Oh, remember this? Yeah, if Vera was present she would have been discussing that with them, as she is easily distracted.

 After that though, she started pondering about their actual lineage and how wide it goes, so yeah she started her research, and after a couple of months she had mapped out everything and was on multiple masters radar.

The only people she Officially showed were Master Kenobi, Ani and ‘Soka, but she did slip from time to time and just accidentally showed someone to prove a point. 

After ‘Soka by mistake called Ani dad (A headcanon of mine, you can’t tell me it didn’t happen at least thrice) she did another family tree, but this time of how she viewed her family, and since both the 501st and 212th are apart of it she had to get to know the name of every clone trooper in both battalions that have ever lived. 

It. was. torture. But worth it!

This one was more personal though, and only a few people knew about it. And anytime Ani and Master Kenobi had a “moment”, she may or may not have squealed a bit because the tree ‘Soka! The tree!

This also created the inside joke of Master Kenobi and Vera from time to time calling each other “Dad” and “Daughter”, mostly to tease Ani and ‘Soka, but also because they had made a bond over their time together.

Even though she viewed both Master Kenobi and Ani as her father figures, Vera still really liked Satine and just thinks that she and Master Kenobi should hook up already.

She’s also one of the very few people that are unaware of Senator Amidala and Ani’s marriage, but she still thinks they would be a cute couple.

Ummmmm, what do we more have...she’s Aromantic Asexual! She just doesn’t see Romantic Love as necessary to her, and Sex will forever be destroyed for her thanks to her history as a slave, cough cough.

Her diet mainly consists of bugs when she’s unable to go hunting. This grosses Master Kenobi out like you wouldn’t believe, cuz great now there’s two of them. Ani and ‘Soka approves.

When she is on a forest planet though, then she gladly sneaks away to go hunting. It’s not that she’s not allowed, persay, it’s just that most of the time parts of The Beast is shown.

If she sees that it is safe enough, she sometimes lets the beast out for a run, mostly because if she doesn’t and keeps it hidden for too long she becomes aggressive, and she fears that it might appear out of nowhere.

I realized after this was finished that fuuuuck, this means I have to add what Vera was doing during every episode both Obi-Wan and Ahsoka is in fucking kill meeee. So yeah, this is not discussed with either Kim nor Vera, this is only me. Surprise Mother Fuckers.

And I won’t explain every arc, as most times she was just standing around or fighting.

During Mortis she was unconscious. I rewatched the episodes for this, and realized that there is no way to add her without changing major plot points. So yeah, after Ahsoka and Kenobi fall asleep in that cave and have their visions, she does too but doesn’t wake up until they’ve left Mortis. I will explain why later

Slaves of Zygerria she just takes Rex’s place basically, since she’s an ex-slave and doesn’t want to be put back into that. This backfires however as they are put into the slave camp, and suffer terrible nightmares after it for months. Lot of cuddles with Ahsoka if ya know what I mean

During the Citadel Arc, she actually follows orders and stays behind, Ahsoka!

She goes into depression during the Hardeen ordeal and didn’t leave her quarters. No one blamed her for that.

Alright let’s address the elephant in the room here.

She found out at an early age about Maul killing Master Kenobi’s master, and at first she was as shocked and terrified as most younglings were, because A Sith?! We thought those were dead!!

But then she was actually showed a picture of Maul, and holy shit this guy looked cool!!

Like, she has seen Zabraks before, obviously, but damn! The way his dark tattoos looked against his red skin, the glowing eyes, the tattoos just !! Wow!!

It got even worse when she first found out about his red double-bladed lightsaber, that made him look even cooler!

More than once after Vera became Master Kenobi’s Padawan did she ask about the Sith, as vaguely as she could, but her master didn’t really like talking about it and she accepted that.

When she found out that he was alive though...holy shit...

‘Soka could literally not make her stop talking about it, and Vera waited not so patiently day after day until finally, finally, her master told her that they were dealing with a “Maul Issue”.

Callback to this, she freaked out, Maul and Savage were confused as hell and Master Kenobi was just. what. the fuck. why. is this. happening to me.

On their way back to the temple, bloody and bruised, more Master Kenobi then Vera as Savage had a very hard time fighting her, he asked what the kriff that was.

So yeah, Vera started rambling about how fucking awesome she thought Maul was, the same with his brother who she found out existed two hours earlier, and that she really wanted a double bladed saber and Master Kenobi just being like this is really not what I meant, stop idolizing them.

She acts similar around Mr. Ohnaka, who finds great joy in the little Kenobi and gladly answered all of her questions about being a Pirate when they meet.

Now, Vera isn’t all happy feeling of course. Just like everyone else, she suffers negative feelings as well, and in her case they are quite...extra.

She has a bad habit of tapping into the dark side of the force, sometimes out of anger, sometimes fear, and sometimes just because it’s the easiest way. If you are able to kill someone by force choking them to end the mission, why shouldn’t you? It doesn’t make you a bad person, right?

Well, it did however turn on her after she turned fourteen, two years after she was assigned to Master Kenobi, and just a few months before the Jedi Purge (Also before ‘Soka’s trial)

A small stealth mission, Master Kenobi and Ani with their two Padawans and a handful of clones, was surprised by a full on assault. The four of them nearly got killed that day.

But a wall inside Vera broke, and every ounce of the Dark Side of the force inside of her was set free, which meant that parts of The Beast were shown.

Vera herself lifted off the ground, together with every droid in front of her, and then they all were crushed at once.

When Vera’s feet were back on the ground once again, and she looked back at the three near unconscious bodies, it was instead of her two mud brown eyes six pitch black one, two on her cheekbones and two on her forehead.

She smiled back at them, showing off her fanged teeth, but she was met with faces of horror. That was when the true realization of what she had done hit her, and The four extra eyes melted back into her skin. Horrifying sight, truly.

She was silent on the way back to the Jedi temple, ‘Soka trying to ask her what happened, but she simply just shook her head.

It was the same in front of the council, she refused to speak so Master Kenobi had to explain what happened. Master Fisto also ended up telling them about the beast, reluctantly, and only after gaining a silent nod from her.

She was expelled that day.

Left silently, didn’t speak to her master, brother Padawan nor sister.

(Alright, I want y’all to take the next thing with a grain of salt. Vera, Kim and I had fun with the idea, and it was mostly a joke, but I’m going to share it anyways. Oh and also, I would recommend reading this beforehand, as use that headcanon, thanks!)

Barely a week or two after she left for Wecacoe trying to find anything about what the kriff she was, she started to feel a presence. It was weak and vague, but one thing was sure.

It was dark.

So Vera sat down in meditation position in front of a candle, as she had always found that that helped, and started to meditate in the dark side of the force.

Barely an hour into doing this it was there once again, more evident this time. When she opened her now six eyes, she locked eyes with a barely solid being, whose eyes shone with gleam and amusement. A being she had only briefly seen before it had knocked her unconscious for who knows how long a year prior in Mortis.

The Son

As any sane person she stood up and ignited her whips, asking how and why he was there.

So he explained who she was.

A fucking force wielder, created fourteen years ago in an attempt to create a being as powerful as him to balance how to ever growing light side of the force. His daughter.

After a lot of convincing and ifs and buts, Vera actually agreed to follow to Mortis as the embodiment of the Darkside, just so she can balance everything out. 

(Personal headcanon of mine, the moment a force wielder dies another one is created, if one doesn’t already exist that is. So yeah, she also agrees to find her one year old cousin and brings him there no she did not kidnap him hush).

The Jedi council notices the small shift in the force, and Kenobi, Skywalker, and Tano eventually figures out Mortis, and thanks to the fact that Anakin is a Force Wielder himself (I will never stop believing that), they manage.

The three of them expect to find the Son, or something like him in the Cathedral.

Instead, they find Vera on the floor meditating, her eyes dark and ominous and red markings over her white skin.

They questioned it, obviously, and she explained who and what she was. They didn’t believe her, why would they, and thought that the Son had just manipulated her. This angered her a little as the son, her father, had passed away just a few days earlier. A force manifestation doesn’t make it for that long without a body, and he had fulfilled his purpose by bringing her there.

She offered them to stay, and if they would declined she didn’t want them returning. They refused, and Vera snapped, attacking.

She nearly killed Ahsoka. She stood above her, her whips way to close to the Togrutas throat, eyes once again pitch black and fangs glimmering in the small light that was let in.

Anakin saved her life by slicing up Vera’s mouth, completely destroying parts of her lips. Everything stopped inside of Vera for a second as she was thrown back, blood pouring down her face. A force wielder could not die unless it was of the dagger, but physical damage could be caused to them.

The rage flooded inside her veins, and when she looked up back at her former master, brother padawan and sister, her eyes were neither black nor brown. They were red, and had no sign of her usual kind and happy nature left in them.

Vera lifted the three of the ground, and as angry tears streamed down her face she yelled at them to never return or she would end their life immediately, and then forced them out of Mortis. That was the last time she saw any of them.

She spent most of her days taking care of her cousin, Tartur, or meditating the pain away. Crying became a part of her routine. At first, she constantly checked Kenobi, Skywalker and Tano’s force presence, but stopped after just a few weeks as it hurt too much.

The purge almost gave her a heart attack, as it was so much pain and death at once. All the deaths mixed together made that she couldn’t clearly tell who died when, but when it was finally over she simply assumed that everyone was gone, including her former master and her sister. 

Skywalkers fall was understandable, she’d felt his possessive nature when she was still a Padawan, but she was still angered.

Tartur grew up hearing stories of the galaxy, the Jedi and the force. Vera taught him everything she knew about using the force and trained him in hand to hand combat and with a pole resembling a lightsaber. She never picked up her light whips after the day she nearly killed her sister.

Despite being the woman that raised him, and his family, and being the embodiment of light, Tartur grew up hating his cousin because she could leave, he couldn’t.

By Anakin, the child of the force, using the dark side, Tartur had to stay on Mortis to keep the balance and push light side into the force at all times.

Vera on the other hand could leave, or for a few days at least, but she chose not to unless it was for a supply run (This girl loves her son good hot chocolate), otherwise she stayed at all times.

When Maul died, she felt it which was a surprise to her for two reasons.

One, he survived for that long? Told you he was awesome!

And two, she hadn’t felt any deaths since the purge.

Obi-Wan was next, which nearly tore her open. His death actually made her leave Mortis just to find out what happened, and that was when she met a sunny force sensitive young boy named Skywalker. Wait a minute-!

Ahsoka’s death was the last one, years later. At this point she had nearly gotten used to it, and she was able to accept it.

It was also during this time that Tartur and her started to avoid each other for long periods of time. They kept to their side of the planet for sometimes weeks, sometimes longer. Once they went for two years.

After maybe a millions years of living on this planet, sulking for the most part, Vera decided to take initiative and actually see the galaxy, find out what happened to the places she used to love so much.

And the galaxy sure was...different. When she walked around, a cloak covering her dark Jedi looking robes and red eyes scanning the area, she noticed multiple untrained force sensitive beings.

During some quick research in a library, she learned that the Jedi were seen as myths and legends nowadays, and that very few people believed in their existence.

So she took some more initiative and managed to charm her way into talking in front of a couruscant school, her old masters teachings always comes to use, and before she knew it she stood on a stage in front of hundreds of wondering and confused eyes.

So she started simply, asking how many knew what a Jedi were, of which maybe a fourth of the school raised their hand, something that made her incredibly sad. When she asked how many believed in the Jedi, nearly everyone lowered their hand, except for a small Zabrak boy, maybe thirteen or fourteen years old.

The Zabrak boy got a few laughs from the audience, but Vera simply smiled kindly and asked for his name, which was Revar.

And then she explained the force, the Jedi, the Sith, tales of the old republic she’d heard as a child, the clone war, the empire the first order everything. Everything to these children, and no one said a word as she spoke, just stared at her in awe.

When she was finally done and her mouth was dry and she craved hot chocolate, an even younger Twi’lek girl raised her hand and asked what the Jedi were like.

After she answered that question, more hands flew into the air.

So she kept returning to that school, once every three months, to tell stories and answer questions. Some kids did a little research on their own and asked questions about specific Jedi, and she gladly told them of what she knew.

Around ten kids on the school were force sensitive, including Revar, and there were even some that were related to the Jedi of her time. This she never told them while on stage though, and instead in private. She taught these ten a few tricks to conceal their force abilities, but also how to do simple Jedi mind tricks or moving small objects.

More schools requested her, and after around three years with these kids she moved on to a different one. Eventually she stood on stage in front of entire planets, and from time to time even got help by Tartur.

Planets started to hail the Jedi more and more, and small monuments were built in their honor. Temples were created and some requested Vera to teach them, something she accepted.

Soon the Jedi were back, but in a different way than before. Instead of mainly using the light side, or mainly the dark side, it was a mix of both as that is what Vera are.

Vera and Tartur made sure this lasted for billions of years, teaching new younglings and making sure the older spread what they had learnt. Of course they had to regularly return to Mortis, but when they could they were traveling the galaxy.

Aeons after her birth, Vera finally passed away peacefully, her cousins promising to take care of the child that would be created when she was gone.

He didn’t cry, he’d seen this coming for days and he knew that his time weren’t that far away either.

Vera reunited with her family finally in the force, and she watched as what she had created continued to live on long after she was gone.

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This took time! Like, really long time! Me, Vera and Kim talked for hours about this, and had to stop to rewatch the Mortis Arc in the middle of it. I actually like where we took this, and it was fun to do.

But for real, this took weeks, so be grateful

[r-ahh-mi]

He // Chapter 1

Prompt II Chapter 2

Rami Malek x OC(Beth)

A/N: Here is the first official chapter of ‘He’ which is going to be a Rami Malek x OC fic. I have included the links above to two other pieces of writing that go along with this story line - read them if you feel so inclined to do so, which i highly recommend so you can know a bit about the direction this story is taking. Also, although some portions of this fic will depict things that actually happened, the timeline will not be the same as the original time the events took place. Lastly, there will be some flashbacks all through out this story, so the dashes symbolize the beginning and end of flashback. Hope you enjoy & I would adore your feedback xx

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.3k

I’ll start off by saying that I don’t blame him..at least not entirely. I understand he was simply going after his dream and he had to make sacrifices in doing that - truly, I get it. However, no matter how much I can understand where he was coming from, it still hurts. It hurts that he sent a simple text–no, he had his assistant text me to tell me that me and him could no longer be together. So many fucking years together and he can’t even muster up enough balls to tell me that he doesn’t want me anymore, that he doesn’t love me anymore. It was terribly out of character for him, which only made this worse. Rami was never one to do a thing as shady and unpredictable as that. 

People always say you see ‘red flags’ or early signs of a disaster about to strike, but that wasn’t the case with us. We were fine, better than fine, we were amazing. We talked about getting married, having children, where we would want to live when it came time to settle down and enjoy life. Never, ever did it occur to me that Rami would abruptly break up with me when he was away filming the movie that would crank his stardom from a average number to being one of the top male actors in the business. 

I stood by him when he was no one to everyone, except to me. To me he was everything. Fuck, he still is my everything.

I guess that’s why I haven’t even thought about anyone romantically since he broke things off. It was the furthest thing from my mind to capture anothers heart like I had thought i’d captured his and, although, I knew at one point he loved me like I loved him, he just didn’t love me anymore. Well…I guess now I wasn’t so sure.

See, Rami was one to fall head first into a relationship and that’s something I could admire him for. He was never really afraid to show someone his heart and who he was; never ever bashful in expressing his feelings and when he knew he loved me he told me right away, without hesitation, despite my own apprehensions about it all. He let me take my time and gradually, my heavy stone wall was broken by this boy who had stumbled into the wrong dorm room one fateful Saturday night after he got drunk off of cheap beer.

I was so annoyed when he had loudly barged into my room and plopped down directly on top of my once sleeping form, now I couldn’t be more grateful that he had accidentally gone to the wrong floor of that old stuffy dormitory. We were crazy back then, we really were. I felt so fearless and he was the one who made me feel that way, which was both scary and intriguing that another could make me feel such a way about life when I was anything but carefree, but with Rami, it was easy. Except now things were different. Everything was the opposite of easy; everything was complicated, really, really complicated.

Of course, I could only really speak on my experience of being apart from him and pretending he never existed and that we never existed. I remember how hard it was to not call him whenever I needed someone, he was always the person that I went to with any issue I had, but not anymore….well, except for last night. My head was still dizzy and tired and at times I was entirely positive I was making the entire evening, of him phoning me, up. However, a quick glance through my recent received texts was convincing, and if that wasn’t enough, my call history was sure to smash it into my brain that it happened.

I’m sure you’re wondering what the call was about and even i’m not entirely sure. It was full of sleepy Rami voice which I had missed dearly, but even more importantly I could hear him crying. That hurt, it really fucking hurt, especially knowing that I wasn’t there to give him whatever he was needing in that very moment, but I had to remind myself that I would have been right next to him had it not been for his actions and his wishes. So, guilt was quickly evaded from my memory and worry soon began to take over and it would never leave, i still felt it right this very moment.

He was vague. Extremely vague to me as he expressed his need to just see me. Even now, a mere night’s worth of sleep, and my pulse was speeding up just thinking about him wanting to see me again. It was just too shocking to process and I wasn’t even sure if I had answered him or not, but all I knew is that he texted me my plane ticket information early this morning, that I suppose he had booked last night and now I was in some over priced Uber to JFK airport headed for LAX.

The shaking was bad, the anxiety was even worse, and I had no clue why I had let myself agree to this (if i even had because, again, i don’t recall a lot of what i said during the conversation), but yet I wasn’t protesting to my driver to pull over. Not to mention, I never once thought about just ignoring the plane ticket purchased and letting that be my revenge for him breaking my heart the way he did.

In fact, I’m scolding myself this very moment for not even letting that thought cross my mind earlier..that would’ve made everything so much easier..I could’ve just continued on working my job and eating the same take out twice a week and running around the same park every morning and wallowing around in self pity on the weekend when I wasn’t attempting to be social with my friends.

Who was I kidding, it wouldn’t have been the same. The second I answered his phone call I knew that I wouldn’t be okay, at least not fully and when i chose to date him, I knew I was letting in this incredible human being that would forever leave a lasting impression on me, I just didn’t know, way back then, that that impression may not have been the kindest to my heart no matter how much I wanted the thought of ‘us’ to be a good thing in my mind. Again, he made that decision though, not me..so I shouldn’t feel any blame for it.

Funny how we repeat things to ourselves in order for them to sink into our brains isn’t it? Not like it ever truly works anyways.

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I’d never experienced a plane ride quite like that. The couple of hours it took for me to get from one part of the country to the next felt as though a full twenty-four hours had gone by and I wasn’t sure what I was more tired of; physical exhaustion or mental exhaustion. My leg was still twitching, i’m going to assume, because of the hours upon hours it had been bouncing up and down due to the constant stream of anxiety that was running like a current through my body. Not to mention, my nausea due to my motion sickness that never failed to pop up every time the plane landed.

However, despite the numbness in my leg and the frazzled shock coursing through my blood, I kept persisting as if my life depended on it as I walked through the familiar airport. The smell of the various food vendors and even the plainly colored walls and floors all made me smile and think back to the various trips I had made here to visit Rami before we both decided to move to LA together once we had both graduated college so many years ago.

So much money was spent on me going to see Rami at least once a month, but I never dreaded it. In fact, I much preferred California to my small hometown in Indiana, so I didn’t mind flying out to see him, especially if it meant him getting to show me everything he grew up seeing and doing and loving. Not to mention me and his family had gotten very close since my first visit, Christmas my sophomore year of college, when me and Rami were just friends. California started to feel more like a home to me more than shitty Indiana ever did, which is why I never hesitated when Rami brought up the thought of us potentially moving in with one another in LA. 

- -

“So I was thinking..”

“Spit it out Rami, you’ve only repeated that exact phrase three times now.”

As I balanced the phone between my shoulder and cheek, I couldn’t help but hope he was finally asking me the words i’d been dying to hear. After a year of not living near each other, I was half tempted to move myself out to LA all on my own and surprise him. Our relationship was an open one and I was positive he wouldn’t have minded that I moved both to be near him and to further my career as an actress. Lord knows Indiana wasn’t doing me any favors in either of those departments. 

“...I was thinking..that you should move out here.”

I couldn’t help but sigh happily at his confession, “You know I would love that.”

“Then why haven’t you moved here yet? Do you enjoy making me suffer and have to live with only having contact with you from a phone.”

“Hey! I fly out as often as my paycheck allows it.”

“I know baby..”, His voice was so tender and thoughtful, it made me feel a little less obsessive as I had already started throwing a few of my belongings into a suitcase.

“So, when should I plan to leave?”

It was silent for a moment until Rami suggested me coming down to visit so we could both look at apartments together, just to ensure this was 1000% something that we both were prepared and wanting to do. Although, I already knew I was ready. Honestly, I never even needed to go see the semi-shitty apartment we were about to live in for the next 5 years because I would move anywhere and live anywhere as long as it meant I could be near him.

You could definitely say I was whipped and i’d proudly admit that.

- -

Suddenly, the airport began to seem terribly overcrowded with both people coming and going and I knew I had to be close to where Rami had told me to look for the driver.

I obeyed every single one of Rami’s requests - off the plane, head for a selected Terminal, and then look for a man holding a sign with his last name on it near the main exit doors.

I still wasn’t adjusted to the fact that Rami had afforded a plane ticket and a driver just for me. Not too mention my plane ticket was one of 1st class, not an easily afforded privilege for someone like me, but I had to remember, Rami wasn’t the Rami I knew anymore. He was Rami Malek, a multiple award winning actor; something I was both proud and jealous of, I had to admit, but I saw this coming. In college, there was no denying the talent I saw the very first I watched him give a monologue in front of our class. Everyone in the auditorium styled classroom had goosebumps, I was positive, and we all saw him as competition, except for me.

Of course, down the road we both engaged in some slight competition with who could get the best roles in plays and who would get the best acting gig right outside of college, but when I first witnessed his acting capabilities, I was more curious than anything. Curious to get to know him and speak with him; just to pick at his brain sounded terribly ideal to me and engaging in a some other activities didn’t sound half bad either..

My shoulder suddenly collided with someone, much to my surprise, dragging me from my trip down memory lane to staring at the man in front of me wearing aviator sunglasses and holding a white board in his hand. I examined the man to make sure he was alright, that is until I saw the words ‘Malek’ scribbled on the object in his hands. 

Just seeing his last name written out gave me a pitiful feeling in my stomach and I wasn’t able to blame it on the motion sickness now that my feet were firmly planted on the ground.

“Uhm..are you the driver for Malek?”

My mouth stuttered slightly as I spoke his last name, proving saying anything relatively close to his full name would be difficult. I’ll need to make a mental note of that later before I embarrass myself any more than I already have...

The mystery man gave me a brief nod, “Are you Mrs. Malek?”

I must’ve looked like a purely insane individual as I just stared at him, dough eyed and trying to maintain brain function as my stutters returned.

“I--I’m not--No you see we are not--”

“Or are you just another one of his girls?”

And with a snap of invisible fingers, my mood shifted from frazzled to angered, but I shouldn’t have been shocked, I really shouldn’t have been. Rami was no longer the baby faced young man I grew to love, he was a much older, much more matured male who had grown out of his baby weight and into a muscular, beautifully structured bachelor that, i’m sure, every woman in Hollywood was dying to fall for, or rather get on their knee’s for.

“I’m definitely not one of his girls”, I retorted with possibly too much annoyance as the driver silently turned around and began walking towards the exit. Supposing I was meant to follow him, I got hot on his heels as he led the way out of the large main double doors.

No turning back now.

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[verdigrisprowl]

Nov 12 Dancitron Movie Night - The Arrival

Soundwave is all gung ho about translating the alien written language. Prowl helped him graph all the little points on it.

Yesterday NoodlesAtNight 7:30 pm *Soundwave is getting as close to rushing as he ever gets without an actual emergency, making sure everything is Just Right for this particular show.* opatoes 7:31 pm /Smokescreen's coming in with a few snacks and the covenant, and is taking his seat on a couch upside down, head towards the ground and his doorwings very uncomfortable/ NoodlesAtNight 7:32 pm *He has Heard Things about it and he wants things to go just this side of perfectly. Everything's clean. Everything's orderly. All things have a place, and the place they're in is where they should be.*

*....Except Smokescreen. Naturally.* [[What /are/ you doing.]] opatoes 7:33 pm Good to see you too, Soundwave. I'm sitting down! On a couch! NoodlesAtNight 7:33 pm [[Are you certain of that?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:34 pm ((I forgot that this had a rap part)) opatoes 7:34 pm ... Yeah? I'm pretty sure I'm sitting. I'm definitely not standing, after all. NoodlesAtNight 7:34 pm [[Yes, but you're...]] *Makes a sort of motion indicating a flip upside down.* ((same)) opatoes 7:34 pm Oh! Ohhhh, is that the problem? opatoes 7:35 pm /Smokescreen's turning himself 90 degrees, this time practically hogging the couch./ NoodlesAtNight 7:35 pm *Smokescreen now looks like half the usual guests.* [[Oh, that's better. He was concerned about your internal gyros for a moment.]] opatoes 7:36 pm Aww- you were worrying about me? You really can be a nice bot sometimes, Sounds. opatoes 7:37 pm /Also he's singing along to this song!/ SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:37 pm *enter dragon! with snacks! nothing out of the ordinary tonight, so she'll just put them in the Designated Snack Spot* Hello, Soundwave! NoodlesAtNight 7:37 pm [[Don't say such things where others can hear you.]] [[Greetings, dragon.]] *He'll walk with her and assist. He's in a Good Mood.* opatoes 7:38 pm It's true, though! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:38 pm 😮! *Soundwave help! it's her lucky day!* Thank you, Soundwave! Swervester 7:39 pm [stumbles in and slumps tiredly against the closest couch] NoodlesAtNight 7:39 pm [[It's not,]] *he says while helping someone.* [[And you're welcome, dragon. You do such good work; he really must consider making you one of Dancitron's official suppliers.]] [[...Feeling poorly, Swerve?]] Swervester 7:39 pm Didn't sleep well last night. Crazy bar party. NoodlesAtNight 7:40 pm [[How so?]] Swervester 7:41 pm Rodimus decided it was Appreciate Swerve Night and threw me a surprise party in the bar. opatoes 7:41 pm Really? It's not like you've proven me wrong recently. You haven't unleashed your tentacles on anyone in a while, so that's pretty nice! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:41 pm *the dragon puffs up so proudly that she might well be in danger of exploding* It would be an honor. NoodlesAtNight 7:42 pm [[Appreciate Swerve Night? He can see why you are tired.]] *Surely everyone recognizes Swerve's good qualities. They were on full and obvious display during the protoform plague.* [[Then he will look into the paperwork, dear dragon.]] *A tiny head bow in her direction before he heads back to his seat.* [[And that is factually incorrect, Smokescreen.]] Yesterday Swervester 7:42 pm Yeah! It was really nice. Just lasted all night so there was less sleep than expected. opatoes 7:43 pm Really? Have you menaced someone with your tentacles recently, Soundwave? NoodlesAtNight 7:43 pm [[He said nothing about menacing. Merely unleashing.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:43 pm *the dragon is churring and purring all the way to the nearest couch. she's gonna be an official supplier! for Dancitron! that's even better than fighting a god!* opatoes 7:43 pm ... Have you unleashed your tentacles on someone? Poor bot. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:44 pm *SLIIIIIIIIDES in* BIRD! NoodlesAtNight 7:44 pm [[Well, if you must sleep, try to do so after the film. He has heard good things about it. Many, many good things. Fantastic things.]] [[Of course he has.]] *But they don't tend to complain.* opatoes 7:44 pm ((i never realized episode 3 came out the day before my birthday in whatever year it came out aszcxvb)) NoodlesAtNight 7:45 pm {{SWOOOOOOOOP}} MedicalMurdersaurus 7:45 pm HIIII! *bounces* Hi Bird! NoodlesAtNight 7:45 pm *NYOOM can an origami bird knock over a pterodactyl? We're about to find out.* Arcee-Autobot 7:45 pm *Has no idea whats going on but Puts hands up* I'm also Here Hello, Everyone! Swervester 7:45 pm Ooh, what's it a film about? NoodlesAtNight 7:46 pm *Soundwave's mood is, uh. Accidentally catching, a little, among the minicons.*

[[Greetings, Arcee. It is Arcee, correct?]] *Has the right look, but one never knows.* [[/Communication./]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:46 pm *it's like a physics question. how many treats does one need to place in Laserbeak's gaping maw before her maximum velocity carries enough impact to knock over one dinobot?* *make sure to show all of your work* opatoes 7:47 pm ((Fun fact star wars episode iii is thirteen years old as of this year apparently)) NoodlesAtNight 7:47 pm *There are a bunch of empty cubes behind the bar, if that counts?* ((happy birthday episode 3)) Arcee-Autobot 7:47 pm You're Correct, it is Arcee SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:47 pm ((speaking of birthdays)) opatoes 7:47 pm ((episode iii is old enough to go on forums and complain about star wars)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:47 pm ((as of five days ago I can legally beer)) ((woop woop)) NoodlesAtNight 7:47 pm ((a;ghagwhagah))

((and specs: HAPPY FIVE DAYS AGO BIRTHDAY)) Arcee-Autobot 7:48 pm [[ Happy late Birthday!]] opatoes 7:48 pm ((HAPPY BIRTHDAY i thought you were older than me asdbvxcbn SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:48 pm ((sorry smokeymun I'm only 21)) opatoes 7:48 pm ((im like 23 i think so it's not too big but i thought you were like... 24 for some reason)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:49 pm ((is it because I hang out with Whirlmun? she's, what, 26?)) NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm ((haha you young'ns)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:49 pm ((crow, ofc, is an official Fandom Elder and can throw dentures at us)) Swervester 7:49 pm //slides a 29 under the table NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm [[Seat yourself anywhere you like, Arcee. Refreshments are at the bar; midgrade and snacks are free but high grade must be purchased.]] SCProwl 7:50 pm ((/shakes cane at room Yesterday opatoes 7:50 pm ... Wait, snakes are free? Snacks I mean snacks Swervester 7:50 pm I hope snakes are free. Arcee-Autobot 7:50 pm Snakes? NoodlesAtNight 7:50 pm <<Chimera is not free.>> opatoes 7:50 pm Let Chimera be free! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:50 pm Chimera is free to do whatever they please, right? NoodlesAtNight 7:50 pm <<Oh. Chimera is that free. Chimera is not money free.>> MedicalMurdersaurus 7:50 pm *sees what she's doing and COLLAPSES when hit, laughing the whole way down* Swervester 7:50 pm Free Chimera 2k18? opatoes 7:51 pm Chimera is priceless though, you can't place a price on them. chronosmith 7:51 pm ()(i already tole u but HAPPY BIRTH AGAIN SPECS)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:51 pm Is Chimera free to be hugged? ((HAPPY BORTH ME)) NoodlesAtNight 7:51 pm *Bird sprouts feelers like big secretary bird legs and marches up Swoop to stare down his face.* {{You Swoop dead. This mean Bird Dinobot now?}} NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm <<Yes! Chimera likes hugs.>> *They slither out from beneath the couch and look around. Where are hugs? Where is affection? It's so lonely, not counting its main companions.* Arcee-Autobot 7:52 pm [[ Brb I've got to go stop a Child from eating a Crayon again]] NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm ((omg go o)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:52 pm *does his best BLEH dead impression* yup NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm {{Kay. Bird go usurp Grimlock now.}} chronosmith 7:52 pm *also has big secretary bird legs, but they're not made of feelers, and attached to him. They're carrying him into the room RIGHT NOW. And rolling at their heels is his Whirlipede* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:53 pm :V King Bird Swervester 7:53 pm [Oh no Chimera's cute. Hello Swerve has a lap] opatoes 7:53 pm /Oops! More people are here! Smokescreen's turning around on the couch so he's upside down on it again./ SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:53 pm *THE HUGS ARE UPON THEE, CHIMERA. dragonflop. It Is Hug Time.* NoodlesAtNight 7:53 pm {{Get tiny crown, neheheh.}}

[[Greetings, Whirl. And - ah. Has it been named yet?]] opatoes 7:53 pm !! Arcee! Cee! Arc! How're you doing? MedicalMurdersaurus 7:54 pm YAH! Little tiny crown for Bird : > Then you bossy everyone kehehheh MORE bossy NoodlesAtNight 7:54 pm *Chimera briefly coils around the dragon in an overjoyed hug before slithering toward the couch and the patted lap.* <<Small dragon comes with Chimera to sit on the Short Legs bot. Yes?>> chronosmith 7:54 pm Not yet. I'm gonna see if our resident braniac can communicate with it, and ask if it has one. NoodlesAtNight 7:55 pm {{Bossiest Bird. It because Bird knows best.}} SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:55 pm As long as the Short Legs bot is alright with it. I know some people have issues with fur. *but she likes These Hugs and will not give them up so easily* Swervester 7:55 pm Sure, come and sit. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:55 pm *mental note to bring a crown for bird next movie night* Yesterday NoodlesAtNight 7:56 pm //Hey! I ain't missed nothin', right?// *Rumble's jogging downstairs.* //Frenzy didn't wanna get the frag outta the washracks. Hey, Whirl! Whirl's tire.// NoodlesAtNight 7:56 pm [[He hopes the resident brainiac is successful.]] chronosmith 7:57 pm Me too. *perks up a bit, and bobs his head at Rumble* Hey, mech. Long time no see. *and with great aplomb, he is on the couch. His tire goes underneath it again* Sorry I haven't made it, y'know. Out much. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:57 pm *bobbles his head in agreement, still "dead" on the floor* NoodlesAtNight 7:59 pm //Hey, you don't gotta apologize. I been stuck on night shifts cuz SOMEONE--// *And here he throws an empty cube at Laserbeak* //Complained she couldn't get no sleep at night with me 'n the bro down here.// MedicalMurdersaurus 7:59 pm !!! chronosmith 7:59 pm ((every time this video comes up I am mesmerized)) opatoes 7:59 pm /Also Smokescreen's going to get up and dance to this!/ chronosmith 7:59 pm ((no matter what I'm doing)) NoodlesAtNight 8:00 pm *Rumble hops up onto Whirl's couch and blows a raspberry at Bird. She blats back at him.* {{It work, too, if Buzzsaw not blab tell Bird not sleeping then.}} NoodlesAtNight 8:01 pm ((AHEM nobody saw that)) NoodlesAtNight 8:02 pm ((we'll start in 5-10)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:03 pm *pops up* You Bird can hang out with Me Swoop! You can with Swoop instead : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:04 pm ((me dissociating)) chronosmith 8:04 pm Pfft. What a narc. Well, I'll try and make these more often. I would say I've been busy, but that's a lie. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:05 pm ((that cat vine is soundwave's life, huh? opening the door and a million cute screaming faces)) NoodlesAtNight 8:05 pm {{Bird do that. Swoop not blabber.}}

((ABSOLUTELY his life)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:05 pm Oh, there was /my/ friday night. chronosmith 8:05 pm *snickers* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:06 pm And this is monday. NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm {{BIRD}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:06 pm :V Bird NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm //Whatcha been doin' then? The ship fixed up all the way yet?// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:08 pm And /that's/ why docents are a thing. NoodlesAtNight 8:08 pm [[Oh, look. Movie nights.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:08 pm *snickers* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:09 pm OH BIRD NoodlesAtNight 8:09 pm ((all right so, WARNINGS: Actually, not many. Cancer, needles, mention of racism and related -isms, creepy critters from outer space.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:09 pm biiiird chronosmith 8:09 pm It's getting there. I've got to convince someone to come down to Cybertron to do work on it for a few days, which is going to be fun, since negotiation isn't really what you'd all my STRONG suit, but y'know. Gotta do what you gotta do. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:09 pm ((o7)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:10 pm *spazzing out* biRD NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm {{What!?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:10 pm Me SWOOP want to Halloween candy for you!!! NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm //You want we should lean on 'em?// NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm {{Pffff. Swoop whole two week late. Halloween not til next year.}} Today MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm No n ono no! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:11 pm Put dry ice inside their plating until they agree to help you. *the dragon does not know what negotiation is* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm Me Swoop DO Halloween! Us Dinobots all Halloween. NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm *Chimera settles in to watch a movie with the Short Legs mech and the Dragon. They're quite content; this is a good night already.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm Me Swoop lots and LOTS of candy for You Bird! From trick or treat : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:11 pm *loafs up on Chimera. comfy.* NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm *Her visor has never been so bright, Swoop.* {{You not eat?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:12 pm Nah! It for You Bird : > Boomtank 8:12 pm -Is he here in time?- NoodlesAtNight 8:12 pm *Soundwave's attention is RIGHT on the screen. Blaster missed maybe 20 seconds.* *He waves a feeler over his back. Greetings.* Boomtank 8:12 pm -phew. Going to wave back and sit in a free chair- opatoes 8:13 pm Is that kid a centaur? NoodlesAtNight 8:13 pm [[Don't be silly. It's a toy.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:14 pm *...Oh. Oh, she's -- oh. Her spawn.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:14 pm *winces. that poor docent.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:14 pm *wiggles* Me Swoop hide candy so noooo Dinobots can get! It for You Bird : > Boomtank 8:14 pm ...... chronosmith 8:15 pm Nah, nah. Intimidation won't help me a lot here. Gotta trust these people to build my bulkheads, after all. NoodlesAtNight 8:15 pm {{You Swoop - uhhhhhh.}} *She sort of dances from clawfoot to clawfoot.* {{You want share?}} //Oh, huh. Yeah, that's true. Bribe 'em?// Boomtank 8:15 pm ........ NoodlesAtNight 8:15 pm *Oh, look. It's like the tv in Soundwave's apartment.* chronosmith 8:16 pm Sort of. Just paying em. The money isn't the hard part, I've... acquired some shanix. But not a lot of aliens wanna come to Cybertron. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:16 pm No no! *clearly she is confused* Me Swoop not share it. Me Swoop get for Bird! NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm *Thin birdy squeal.* Boomtank 8:16 pm !!! NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm [[...Are you all right, Blaster? You feel concerned.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:16 pm !!! MedicalMurdersaurus 8:17 pm Keeheh Boomtank 8:17 pm Ah, no, I'm fine Just tired opatoes 8:17 pm Oww Boomtank 8:17 pm -he means it. Mostly- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:17 pm *that docent is /deeply/ dissociated. how long has it been after the death of her charge?* opatoes 8:17 pm ... Also, hey, Soundwave, I might've brought a book with me, if you wanna read it with me. NoodlesAtNight 8:18 pm *Soundwave glances toward Smokescreen. Then back to the movie. Then the bot, and the movie, and--- hhhhh.* [[What book?]] opatoes 8:19 pm /Smokescreen's still upside down, holding the covenant out./ I mean- we can do it later! /He's half expecting the movie to go into ruined cities and he brought a distraction with him just in case/ NoodlesAtNight 8:20 pm *Light flicker.* [[He would like that. But for the moment--]] *He nods toward the screen. Communication, Smokescreen. He can't miss it.* //So maybe you ask 'em to do the buildin' off Cybertron. Take it to Earth, or somethin'.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((ma'am, I would absolutely not be going to class if aliens showed up in america)) NoodlesAtNight 8:21 pm [[She seems so surprised by the lack of students.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((I'd be getting my butt to montana and putting on my chapstick)) NoodlesAtNight 8:21 pm ((LOL)) Impactbabyrobo 8:21 pm ((hee)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((I will be the FIRST person to kissu an alien)) chronosmith 8:21 pm ((count me second)) Arcee-Autobot 8:21 pm [[ Wow Finally back after Wrestling a child]] verdigrisprowl 8:21 pm *arrives late* NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm ((wb! and hi impact!)) *Soundwave is immediately reaching for Prowl to update him. Prowl. Prowl. You have to see.* Impactbabyrobo 8:22 pm *scoots in, not loudly announcing her presence for once because the movie has already started* ((hiii)) NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm *Chimera beeps at Impact. They remember her.* Boomtank 8:22 pm Oh! -now the movie has his full attention- verdigrisprowl 8:22 pm *takes his usual s—oh, he's being grabbed at* What did I miss? Arcee-Autobot 8:22 pm [[ turns out the kid wasn't eating the crayon, no no, she had it up her nose and stuck]] Impactbabyrobo 8:22 pm Chimera! 3😀 chronosmith 8:22 pm That's the thing, I can't get it off-planet until it's fixed. ...huh. Appropriate, that we're watching a movie about translation, isn't it? Impactbabyrobo 8:23 pm *skedoodles over to Chimera* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:23 pm *digs around in his subspace to see if he has any goodies on him to give to Bird* Arcee-Autobot 8:23 pm *Arcee takes a seat wherever is available next to whomever is alright with it* NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm *BAM instant update of data. Human lady's spawn died of sickness, she is very numb, something landed on the planet, people are freaking out. She's being asked to translate alien creatures.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:23 pm *pulls out one of Arcee's knives instead* NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm [[He's skipping so many steps.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:24 pm [[Idiot. How do you expect someone to understand a brand new language without exposure?]] Impactbabyrobo 8:24 pm Uh-huh! Boomtank 8:24 pm It can't be done Not with that short of a clip, at that quality opatoes 8:24 pm Are they just expecting her to be like "These growls are probably angry growls" chronosmith 8:24 pm Honestly I don't get why they thought they'd be successful with that. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:24 pm They want a miracle, not an answer. Impactbabyrobo 8:24 pm Boooooo Arcee-Autobot 8:24 pm *Confused Arcee has no real idea whats going on around her* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:25 pm *offers Bird the knife instead* NoodlesAtNight 8:25 pm [[Of course they are. Humans are as fearful as we are. They want a reason to shoot.]] chronosmith 8:25 pm Anyway, hey, Prowl. You figured out how to speak to your little guy. Any chance you might be able to decipher tire? Boomtank 8:25 pm Well SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:25 pm Landing outside of her house? How rude. verdigrisprowl 8:25 pm You know how when an engineer says he can build something in two days and his superior demands it in two hours, like his superior thinks that will get faster results? I think it's that. Boomtank 8:25 pm They REALLY want answers verdigrisprowl 8:25 pm ... "Tire"? Boomtank 8:25 pm And yeah, they're...they're being unreasonable NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm *Just your average group of bots scattered across the multiverse coming together to chatter about themselves and the movie, Arcee. Nothing too much to think about. Just enjoy yourself.* Impactbabyrobo 8:26 pm *also a Child* NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm *Bird takes the knife and makes stabbing motions at the air. She's thrilled.*

//I mean, you got a bridge, don't ya? Anyhow, appropriate how?// NoodlesAtNight 8:27 pm [[If she wrote it, he likes her.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:27 pm Keehee <3 Impactbabyrobo 8:27 pm ruuuuude opatoes 8:27 pm Wow what an aft Like... Without language, how are you gonna communicate your science? Boomtank 8:27 pm There is more than one cornerstone NoodlesAtNight 8:28 pm [[Thank you, Blaster.]] verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm The cornerstone of civilization is a desire and intent to cooperate. Impactbabyrobo 8:28 pm You need several for a building! verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm They're both thinking too high level. Boomtank 8:28 pm Egos verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm ... But a desire to cooperate leads to language a lot faster than it leads to science. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:28 pm You Bird stab bot! That more fun than talky movie! Boomtank 8:28 pm That's it NoodlesAtNight 8:28 pm [[Yes. Yes it does.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:28 pm It's an egg. Boomtank 8:29 pm And what the hell? NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm {{Us go stab bot now?}} *Blink blink.* chronosmith 8:29 pm Yeah. Tire creature. *looks down--and then bends over, peeking under the couch. His Whirlipede rolls out, nearly smacking him in the face* That. This. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:29 pm *grins and shrugs, why does she think he has a PLAN?* chronosmith 8:29 pm And, I was referring to this, Rumble. *gestures to himself, Prowl, and the Whirlipede* NoodlesAtNight 8:30 pm //Oh! Oh, yeah, that's - that's appropriate. Don't think your guy comes in no 1200 foot tall egg though. Heh.// verdigrisprowl 8:30 pm Oh. Yes. It was at another movie night recently, wasn't it? SCProwl 8:31 pm *Prowl arrives late as hell* What have I missed so far? NoodlesAtNight 8:31 pm {{...Bird knows bot. Him rude. Call Chimera dumb toy. Us go stab.}} *Soundwave immediately connects the other Prowl to a visual feed and a solid catchup list of data* Boomtank 8:31 pm -squirms- verdigrisprowl 8:31 pm ((WHO SHIT TALKED CHIMERA)) Boomtank 8:31 pm -needles, no thanks- Impactbabyrobo 8:31 pm ((PROTECT CHIMERA)) opatoes 8:31 pm But- that's true, Impact! NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm ((a dead mech)) SCProwl 8:32 pm Thank you, Soundwave. Impactbabyrobo 8:32 pm 3😀 ((nice)) verdigrisprowl 8:32 pm ((boy, are they ever)) chronosmith 8:32 pm *to Rumble* Not that I know of, but if it does, then damn, I need to ask if I can move in with IT.

*to Prowl* Yep! Hung out a couple of weeks back. *it's rolling around now, having been released from its self-imposed imprisonment under the couch* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:32 pm Yaahhhh! Stabbing! *double fist pump* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:32 pm ((the dragon will kill)) Boomtank 8:32 pm ((murder NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm [[That is not what he's saying, you--]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:33 pm That's why you bring a rebreather. verdigrisprowl 8:33 pm He's saying that they're taking great pains NOT to suffocate the humans. SCProwl 8:33 pm They've been trained to see threats where there might not even be one. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:33 pm ((scuba is fun)) verdigrisprowl 8:34 pm When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. opatoes 8:34 pm Soundwave, is this like Shape of the Water? Impactbabyrobo 8:34 pm *digs around in her subspace for a bit, before going "aha!" and pulling out a bit of tinsel* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:34 pm ((it would be if I was there)) ((wink wonk)) Impactbabyrobo 8:34 pm Oh, the movie with the lady and fish guy and the romance? NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *Bird floats up and sneaks toward the door. She's gonna sneak out and have herself a good night with Swoop in tow.* chronosmith 8:34 pm ((i gotta see the aliens before I make my verdict)) opatoes 8:34 pm Yeah! The romance movie. Impactbabyrobo 8:34 pm *offers tinsel bit to chimera* opatoes 8:34 pm Are they gonna romance the aliens in this one? ... It's not like Alien, is it? NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *Get some lessons taught to dumb bots with more mouth than desire to keep their limbs.* opatoes 8:35 pm isn't that the bean in chicago SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((look, if aliens land on earth, idc what they look like. I'm giving 'em a smooching if the smooching is non-harmful to the aliens and they agree to be smooched.)) Impactbabyrobo 8:35 pm anish kapoooooooor! NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm *Both Ravage and Chimera lift their heads. Tinsel?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((I /will/ be the first human to smooch an alien)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:35 pm *is down for both watching AND unnecessarily cauterizing wounds, because that's what friends are for* verdigrisprowl 8:35 pm ((look. i'm ace.)) ((but if aliens landed, i WOULD be dtf.)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((literally same)) opatoes 8:35 pm ((ill be in line to smooch an alien asap NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm ((agree)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:35 pm ((James Tiptree has a story about that LOL)) Arcee-Autobot 8:35 pm [[ But what if Aliens want to smooch you??]] Impactbabyrobo 8:36 pm *😮 thinks, then divides tinsel into two pieces* ((saaaame)) NoodlesAtNight 8:36 pm ((then they may form their own line)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:36 pm ((if aliens want to smooch me back hell yeah)) verdigrisprowl 8:36 pm ... I've seen a species that uses craft like that. Impactbabyrobo 8:37 pm *beams and holds out one tinsel bit toward Chimera and one toward Ravage* 3😀 Boomtank 8:37 pm -watching intently- chronosmith 8:37 pm ((same tbh but in movie aliens i got some standards)) opatoes 8:37 pm ((I feel like the best case scenario for aliens is that they come here and are dtf and nice NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm <<Sit with Chimera and friends,>> *they chirp to Impact, nosing around the tinsel. It's a good couch. Swerve, them, the dragon.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:37 pm ((that's valid)) NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm *Ravage just gobbles it with bright optics and streeeeeeetches on the floor.* verdigrisprowl 8:37 pm ((yeah fair. if we're looking at the whole range of fictional aliens we can afford to be choosy. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:37 pm *the dragon is having a cozy loaf on Chimera. all is well with the world.* NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm [[Which species, Prowl?]] verdigrisprowl 8:37 pm ... ............ I forgot their name. Impactbabyrobo 8:37 pm Okay! *sits!* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm ((me, grabbing a yaujita in one arm and a protoss in the other: mine)) NoodlesAtNight 8:38 pm [[Oh. If you remember, let him know. He is curious. And... that is an odd way for something to behave on Earth.]] chronosmith 8:38 pm ((me, holding a shoggoth in the air: mine!)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm Huh. That's not how gravity works. Boomtank 8:38 pm What. verdigrisprowl 8:38 pm ... I don't know whether they do that on the inside. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm ((you are a big dumb gay and you are BEYOND valid, cy)) Boomtank 8:38 pm Oh wow chronosmith 8:38 pm ((thank you my friend 😎 )) NoodlesAtNight 8:38 pm [[....Fascinating.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:39 pm I want to do that. That would be so much fun to fly in. Impactbabyrobo 8:39 pm Wooaahhh! chronosmith 8:39 pm Yeah, that is pretty damn neat. Wonder if I can get THAT installed. Boomtank 8:39 pm Looks like fun NoodlesAtNight 8:39 pm *Chimera nudges Impact's arm. Welcome to the couch. ... It will bite off a tiny piece of tinsel for her. Sharing!* [[If you get that installed, show him how.]] chronosmith 8:40 pm Will do. NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm [[He has an idea of how to use it.]] chronosmith 8:40 pm Oh? verdigrisprowl 8:40 pm ... I think that should be possible in our ships. Boomtank 8:40 pm Don't fall Impactbabyrobo 8:40 pm *oh gosh! Impact toys fiddles with the tinsel bit happily* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:40 pm *if people are being hospitalized due to alien stress, you might not want to force someone into the alien ship.* I suppose the space elevators would be like that if the gravity wasn't standardized. chronosmith 8:40 pm All else fails, I can get a really BIG magnet. NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm *Still thinking, Chimera continues separating their tinsel bit. A portion for Swerve and a portion for the dragon.* Swervester 8:41 pm Thanks. verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm *slowly turns to look at whirl* Impactbabyrobo 8:41 pm ((chimera is too precious)) Swervester 8:41 pm [he's gonna chew on that slowly] chronosmith 8:41 pm Like, the biggest. verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm ... Do you have a potential source for this really big magnet. chronosmith 8:41 pm Not yet I don't. Swervester 8:41 pm Knowing our ship, we probably have one somewhere in Brainstorm's lab verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm Ah. *the slightest hint of disappointment* NoodlesAtNight 8:41 pm [[She is having trouble not panicking, he thinks.]] *Eyeing the linguist.* chronosmith 8:42 pm But that would be a hell of a security system. 'Oh, you wanna cause trouble? Say hello to my electro-magnet, idiot.' NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm //...Frag's the bird for?// chronosmith 8:42 pm Company? Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm Oh oh! I think I know! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:42 pm *the dragon churrs, but pushes her tinsel bit back to Chimera* Organics don't need tinsel. You should eat this. NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm //Oh. Huh, I guess they might like pets.// Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm It's like, mining! Boomtank 8:42 pm A bribe? Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm If the air gets bad, the bird has a hard time first! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:42 pm If the bird can breathe, so can they, I presume. Boomtank 8:42 pm Is that what he said? Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm Which is sad for the bird 😞 NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm //Mining?//

*Chimera blinks, then gobbles the tinsel.* <<Okay.>> Arcee-Autobot 8:42 pm *Arcee just holds a Large bowl of human popcorn, its weird but she likes it?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:43 pm ((show us the sexy)) NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm //Oh. ... Good thing that didn't happen to our Bird.// NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm *Soundwave IMMEDIATELY on the edge of his seat* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:43 pm ((OH MY GOD THEY ARE OCTOPOGGLES)) chronosmith 8:43 pm (( 👀 )) (( 👀 👀 👀 )) Boomtank 8:43 pm Oh wow NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm *A feeler already trying to paw at Prowl. Did he. Did he see. Did he see? He saw?* verdigrisprowl 8:43 pm ... The species I know of didn't look like that. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:43 pm ((they did a great job getting inhuman across but man did they make them huggable)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm ((I know, right)) ((I just wanna smorch)) verdigrisprowl 8:44 pm *yes, yes, he saw, he— takes feeler. are you okay?* Boomtank 8:44 pm What....what were those? How were they moving? The speaking sounds like a...a...a whale NoodlesAtNight 8:44 pm *SOUNDS HOW HE SEES THEM* opatoes 8:44 pm why. why do they have to have tentacles SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm Because they're a sensible species. NoodlesAtNight 8:45 pm *Yes, he's all right. He's excited. Prowl is getting multiple forms of happy pings.* opatoes 8:45 pm Tentacles aren't sensible! verdigrisprowl 8:45 pm *oh. well then. sends two happy pings back.* Impactbabyrobo 8:45 pm Tentacles are useful! verdigrisprowl 8:45 pm *he's keeping this feeler.* opatoes 8:45 pm They're all wiggly and slimy Boomtank 8:46 pm -the movie has all his attention- They're trying to communicate? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:46 pm Soundwave isn't slimy. Impactbabyrobo 8:46 pm Yeah! Boomtank 8:46 pm No, they are Impactbabyrobo 8:46 pm I had feelers once! NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm [[They are not whales. He has seen whales. They look - they resemble octopus. But not right. No, not Earth ones.]] Boomtank 8:46 pm No, they SOUND like whales NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm [[And his feelers are not slimy.]] *He wiggles the one in Prowl's hands. See.* Boomtank 8:47 pm But yes, the look like octopus verdigrisprowl 8:47 pm They appear to have more... firm joints, than octopus. chronosmith 8:47 pm *peers closely* NoodlesAtNight 8:47 pm [[Oh. They do have similar sounds. To some degree.]] *Nodding.* [[Yes. Like fingers.]] [[Don't introduce your species covered up. You will confuse them.]] Boomtank 8:48 pm Yeah! verdigrisprowl 8:48 pm They might just think humans look orange and wrinkly. chronosmith 8:48 pm Wait around a second. Maybe they're going to get something. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:48 pm To be fair, introducing your species dead might also be a bad thing. Impactbabyrobo 8:48 pm THey might think humans are orange! NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm [[At least they would be able to see one. ... What is - is that ink?]] chronosmith 8:48 pm Oh damn. It farted. Boomtank 8:48 pm It's not going to help.....oh... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:48 pm ...Nice. opatoes 8:48 pm .... Ooooh, that's cool NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm *PERK* [[A symbol.]] Boomtank 8:48 pm It's WRITING Impactbabyrobo 8:49 pm Oooooh! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:49 pm Writing is easier to analyze, too, compared to trying to get verbal speaking analyzed. NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm *Already logging the writing and identifying anything that might be important - spires, thicknesses, branch locations, circle breaks--* verdigrisprowl 8:49 pm *squints* ... I wonder if those are sentences or words. Boomtank 8:50 pm -definitely doing the same- chronosmith 8:50 pm *turns his attention to the tire, which is going through a tour of Underneath Everyone's Seat* Can YOU do that?

*it looks at him, briefly, but doesn't respond* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:51 pm ((same with the yucatan peninsula!)) chronosmith 8:51 pm ((the kangaroo one is a myth)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:51 pm ((bah, there's the racism)) ((wait, really?)) ((I know the yuctan- LMAO)) Boomtank 8:51 pm Ah? Impactbabyrobo 8:51 pm ((yucatan?)) chronosmith 8:51 pm Oh, I can translate that. *lowers voice eerily* Before you do... you see the ring. NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm *Glancing at Prowl, all his ongoing marks on his visor.* [[What makes you ask that?]] *He's curious about what's on Prowl's mind.* chronosmith 8:52 pm And, yeah, isn't it supposed to be, like math? That's how you form a basis of communication? Gotta exchange math. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:52 pm ((apparently "yucatan" means "I don't understand")) verdigrisprowl 8:52 pm If you exchange math, then you know math. NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm *....Ping to Blaster. Want to compare notes?* chronosmith 8:53 pm Yeah. You do that, bam, you've translated what your numbers look like. Boomtank 8:53 pm -Yes! Pings back excitement- opatoes 8:53 pm ... Oooh, this is cool. chronosmith 8:53 pm ((Joe Alien: my alias for committing crimes in roswell new mexico)) NoodlesAtNight 8:53 pm *Good. He will absolutely be sharing things throughout the movie.*

[[She knows her job well.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:53 pm ((lmao cy I love you)) verdigrisprowl 8:54 pm *glances back at Soundwave* Just trying to figure it out. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:54 pm It's a shame the other humans won't let her /do/ her job. Impactbabyrobo 8:54 pm ((omg)) Mmmhmm! Boomtank 8:54 pm She does. She's knows what she's doing and that's why the military took her there chronosmith 8:55 pm So like, following that line hypothetically... you get your numbers. You exchange math. You can write out "two," and put two of an object down, right? Then they already know the number, and they can figure out what the second part is by looking at the objects. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:55 pm ((mhm, I'm not liking the fact that the symbol for human looks like a planet getting hit by something)) Boomtank 8:55 pm Oh! Write 'human' again and pass it around ....not that opatoes 8:55 pm w. whoa NoodlesAtNight 8:55 pm [[...No. No, he sees what she is doing.]] SCProwl 8:55 pm *trying to analyze the writing herself* Boomtank 8:55 pm Okay, she's...got a point, but yikes verdigrisprowl 8:56 pm Now they might think the word on her board means "naked." SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:56 pm Rebreathers, human. Impactbabyrobo 8:56 pm Hee! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:56 pm You cannot learn or teach if you are /dead/. NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm [[If they understand clothes. They do not seem to have any.]] Boomtank 8:56 pm Okay, she's trying, but...no NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm *Ohhh. What a beautiful appendage.* verdigrisprowl 8:57 pm ((don't tap the aquarium)) chronosmith 8:57 pm Neat. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:57 pm This is not exactly how I would go about things, myself. But I dislike dying. Without her charge... She may not dislike it so much... Boomtank 8:57 pm Oh! NoodlesAtNight 8:58 pm [[Good. This will help.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:58 pm It's a different symbol. ((I love how you can hear the resignation in his voice with this one. just. "sir, the scientists are being fools.")) verdigrisprowl 8:58 pm (("the nerds are fucking around again")) Boomtank 8:58 pm ((yup Boomtank 8:59 pm ((like 'here we go, they're being stupid' chronosmith 8:59 pm So, their n--yeah! verdigrisprowl 8:59 pm Pfff! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:59 pm Names indicate personhood, which means they can presumably understand a collective and personal "you," which means she's done her job. NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[Look how they move...]] verdigrisprowl 8:59 pm what's alien circle speak for "who's on first?" chronosmith 8:59 pm *snickers* NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[He will tell you as soon as he has the necessary data.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:00 pm *obnoxiously loud HA!* Boomtank 9:00 pm -miiight be bouncing a bit- verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm They could still be wrong about the names. SCProwl 9:00 pm If this provides us with enough data for that. chronosmith 9:00 pm See, prowl, another reason to teach them numbers first--they can get that 7 x 13 = 28 bit. verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm Maybe they thought the humans were labeling their genders and presented their own. Hff. Fair point. SCProwl 9:00 pm If they have a concept of gender. verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm A big if. verdigrisprowl 9:01 pm An alarming number of organic species do, though. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:01 pm Gender starts as needing to know what bits go together to produce babies. NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[The more humans they present with names the better. They could form groups according to what they consider their genders later.]] verdigrisprowl 9:02 pm ... That can't be right. There are Cybertrons and colonies with genders. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:02 pm Oh. I don't know, then. Boomtank 9:02 pm The more humans they present should look similar, so they don't get too confused NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[...Oh! Humans can create identical twin spawn. Bring a pair of them. Have them introduce their names.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:02 pm *elsewhere, swoop is off being such a boy, all the boy, a terrible boy* Boomtank 9:03 pm Because Prowl has a point, it is entirely possible they thought they were introducing gender verdigrisprowl 9:03 pm Or anything else. verdigrisprowl 9:04 pm I use that as an example because organics seem fixated on that. Boomtank 9:04 pm And that is a good idea, identical twins SCProwl 9:04 pm Job. Caste. Skin pigment. NoodlesAtNight 9:04 pm *Pleased hum.* Boomtank 9:04 pm Still, it's correct, they don't know if it's names or what verdigrisprowl 9:05 pm *oh! translations!* chronosmith 9:05 pm *tilts his head. He's honestly interested* Boomtank 9:05 pm OH! -yup, excitement here- NoodlesAtNight 9:05 pm *Oh, his spark. His fans are on and spinning wlidly now. Gotta find out how they got all those.* Impactbabyrobo 9:05 pm Oooooooh SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:05 pm *the dragon is also extremely interested* SCProwl 9:05 pm *memorizes all of those logograms that just appeared* Boomtank 9:06 pm -the curiosity is going to /kill/ him at this rate- NoodlesAtNight 9:06 pm *They shall die together.* Boomtank 9:07 pm -hopefully that isn't the case- verdigrisprowl 9:08 pm I THINK he's trying to apologize for being a jerk. He's not doing very well at it. NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm [[At least he is trying.]] Boomtank 9:08 pm ............ verdigrisprowl 9:08 pm That's true. ... What's there to protest? The aliens haven't DONE anything. NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm [[Nothing. They're afraid.]] Boomtank 9:08 pm What....are...are they...ugh Impactbabyrobo 9:08 pm UGH SCProwl 9:09 pm *frowns* opatoes 9:09 pm Uuuugh humans NoodlesAtNight 9:09 pm [[That is /not/ the smartest thing.]] Boomtank 9:09 pm Nooooo, that's a BAD idea Impactbabyrobo 9:09 pm bluuuh SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:09 pm ((whirlmun, the local hyena is not sleeping when she's supposed to be, go swat her on the nose for me)) Boomtank 9:09 pm So far they have done nothing but sit there, don't aggravate them NoodlesAtNight 9:09 pm [[Their species is so advanced you know nothing about how they communicate between ships, or even what the ships are made of, and you think your puny human military can impress them?]] opatoes 9:09 pm Look, they were able to travel from who knows where here. They probably are better equipped and- yeah. chronosmith 9:09 pm Honestly, yeah. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:10 pm Showing your claws is not helpful when the other dragon has bigger ones. chronosmith 9:10 pm I'm a big fan of bigging yourself up, but if you OBVIOUSLY can't back it up, then it's just sad. Boomtank 9:10 pm Don't even know WHY they're there, it could only be to sightsee NoodlesAtNight 9:10 pm //Seriously. Even I know that.// chronosmith 9:10 pm ((and specs I surely will)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:11 pm ((thank u)) NoodlesAtNight 9:11 pm *Snagging everything he can off background shots? Yes.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:11 pm She's very unconvincing. Boomtank 9:11 pm -good, he may have missed some- chronosmith 9:11 pm ((ALSO, I can still barely see them, but all evidence suggests that these are the kind of aliens I'd 1000% want to smooch on)) Impactbabyrobo 9:11 pm *pokes where her own nose would be if she had one* SCProwl 9:12 pm *not alone in that, Prowl's already trying to analyze the symbols against what's already been shown on screen* Impactbabyrobo 9:12 pm ((get it)) verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm *... pings soundwave* NoodlesAtNight 9:12 pm *Glance?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:12 pm ((absolutely the smoochable aliens)) verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm *he's started doing what she's doing on the screen: counting and marking all the points and lines and such.* NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm *!!!!* [[....Er.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:13 pm 😮??? chronosmith 9:13 pm ((time 2 kiss)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm *what the* chronosmith 9:13 pm Huh. Boomtank 9:13 pm ....um. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm ((TIME TO KISS)) opatoes 9:13 pm ... I will say those aliens do sound nice NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm [[....She might need a small break.]] verdigrisprowl 9:13 pm *smooch the heptaknuckle* chronosmith 9:13 pm ((HAHA SPECS)) Boomtank 9:13 pm That....was..... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm ((kissu! kissu! kissu!)) verdigrisprowl 9:13 pm ((THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PARENTHESES)) ((i'm leaving it idc)) opatoes 9:13 pm ((PROWL SMOOCHES THEM NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm *Honestly, he's almost tempted, Prowl.* verdigrisprowl 9:14 pm ((thanks for covering for me cro ur a hero)) chronosmith 9:14 pm I... hmm. *peers, rubbing the underside of his helm with a claw-tip* Wonder if that's evidence of... telepathy? Like they're trying to talk to her telepathically? NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm (( *thumbs up* )) chronosmith 9:14 pm ((who can blame prowl? No-one)) NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm *He pings so many requests for the data Prowl has. ... And, on a whim, his timeline's Prowl as well. Just in case.* *He's offering trades.* verdigrisprowl 9:14 pm Humans typically have nonsense dreams that are made up of a mix of their current experiences. It's likely no more than that. NoodlesAtNight 9:15 pm *Softly.* [[He hopes they are telepathic.]] chronosmith 9:15 pm Yeah, but she could be having experiences she doesn't even realize she's having. Because she's not telepathic. Impactbabyrobo 9:15 pm But dreams almost always mean something in movies! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:15 pm It may be telepathy. I don't know how it works, but I've heard that it can damage the organic brain. chronosmith 9:15 pm Like a one-way radio. She's receiving messages, but can't send them back. Hey, prowl, look. She's on your level. verdigrisprowl 9:15 pm Hah. NoodlesAtNight 9:15 pm *Horrified moment. They wouldn't be so foolish. Would they?* Boomtank 9:16 pm .......... verdigrisprowl 9:16 pm *hopes for Soundwave that they're telepathic.* Impactbabyrobo 9:16 pm She's writing! NoodlesAtNight 9:16 pm *Didn't they see their own movie about the wargame computer?* Boomtank 9:16 pm Oh no... Impactbabyrobo 9:16 pm So cooooool! SCProwl 9:16 pm *hesitates momentarily before accepting, has been analyzing the logograms compared to other written languages she knows for any possible correlation. nothing found yet, there's only so much information to be gleaned* Boomtank 9:17 pm ..... NoodlesAtNight 9:17 pm *Don't mind Soundwave. He's just gonna slam his timeline's Prowl with everything he and Blaster have already got and seize what she's analyzed.* chronosmith 9:17 pm They're salesmen. NoodlesAtNight 9:17 pm *Spread that back to Blaster.* [[The worst kind of visitor.]] chronosmith 9:17 pm They're intergalactic door-to-door salesmen. SCProwl 9:17 pm *grateful ping* NoodlesAtNight 9:18 pm [[Do /not/ make assumptions with information that delicate!]] verdigrisprowl 9:18 pm A pack of Swindles. Impactbabyrobo 9:18 pm *giggles* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:18 pm It's more complicated than that because politics are problematic. Boomtank 9:19 pm -Awesome, he's going to throw it back into what he's working with to see what he can come up with- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:19 pm The soldier just broke in, didn't he. opatoes 9:19 pm It'd be really funny if they were just offering them like... a hard egg boiler or something NoodlesAtNight 9:19 pm *Ping ping ping ping date Prowl too. Updated information. What have you got now?* chronosmith 9:19 pm *the Whirlipede has at last satisfied itself that the underside of everyone's chair is up to inspection standards. It halts by the sofa, bouncing and spinning until it gets enough propulsion to launch itself up, roll over to Whirl's side, and settle down* NoodlesAtNight 9:20 pm [[Damned fools. Do not separate. Find out who taught which ones the word 'weapon' and how. See where the similarities pop up.]] Boomtank 9:20 pm Oh that's not good.... verdigrisprowl 9:20 pm *just that one new symbol.* Impactbabyrobo 9:20 pm 😧 NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm [[....]] *Suspicious.* verdigrisprowl 9:21 pm *all helpfully marked up, but there's no interpretation of it.* opatoes 9:21 pm Oh. Oh no NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm [[Oh no.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:21 pm IS HE. Impactbabyrobo 9:21 pm Is that a BOMB?! Boomtank 9:21 pm Unless...WHAT NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm *Marked up is what he wants. It saves him time.* Boomtank 9:21 pm WHAT NO SCProwl 9:21 pm Idiots. opatoes 9:21 pm ... Man, they'll let them die in there won't they chronosmith 9:21 pm Yeah, that;s incredibly dumb. Boomtank 9:21 pm What are they doing, that's so stupid! NoodlesAtNight 9:22 pm [[They don't know.]] [[They don't know...]] chronosmith 9:22 pm I mean, I'm not a linguist, or a diplomat, or a politician, or a commander, or anything even remotely similar, but even I get that. Boomtank 9:22 pm No, the ones who put the bomb there! Impactbabyrobo 9:22 pm *Very anxious tinsel fiddling* Boomtank 9:22 pm -so worried now- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:23 pm Question mark? NoodlesAtNight 9:23 pm [[Mimic him.]] Boomtank 9:23 pm -internal screaming- NoodlesAtNight 9:23 pm [[He indicates the barrier. Mark it back.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:23 pm Are they trying to warn about the bomb? opatoes 9:23 pm ........... oh primus chronosmith 9:23 pm Yeah, could be. opatoes 9:23 pm I think they are Boomtank 9:24 pm -sorry Soundwave- chronosmith 9:24 pm It's probable that the bomb won't hurt them. verdigrisprowl 9:24 pm Do they know about the bomb? chronosmith 9:24 pm Dunno. (( 👀 )) Impactbabyrobo 9:25 pm THAT'S SO COOL NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm *Leeeeeeeeeeean* opatoes 9:25 pm OOH SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:25 pm That seemed like telepathy. NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm [[It does know.]] chronosmith 9:25 pm Neat! NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm [[What she's thinking.]] opatoes 9:25 pm Costello just RUNS verdigrisprowl 9:25 pm ... There's no way she could control that ink to produce the adequate symbols UNLESS she's utilizing... maybe not telepathy. Telekinesis? NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm *COPY COPY COPY* NoodlesAtNight 9:26 pm [[Run, humans. Throw the bomb out.]] Swervester 9:26 pm Maybe the alien controlled the ink and just wanted her to make the shapes so she'd understand them? chronosmith 9:26 pm Saved her, then. opatoes 9:26 pm ... they protected them NoodlesAtNight 9:26 pm *Bows his head.* Boomtank 9:26 pm Oh... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:26 pm Oh. Oh no. Impactbabyrobo 9:26 pm *wounded noise* Boomtank 9:27 pm -low whine- No.... verdigrisprowl 9:27 pm Is Abbott okay? NoodlesAtNight 9:27 pm *Trying to distract himself* [[The - the ink itself could be reactive.]] verdigrisprowl 9:27 pm Yes, but it has to react to something. ... Given. verdigrisprowl 9:28 pm What they were "given." NoodlesAtNight 9:28 pm *Slow turn* [[Hm?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:28 pm Ah, they are leaving. opatoes 9:28 pm .... Noooo don't leave Boomtank 9:28 pm Can't blame them Impactbabyrobo 9:28 pm 😧 opatoes 9:28 pm 😔 Boomtank 9:28 pm If they are Impactbabyrobo 9:28 pm Noooooo SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:28 pm Gave technology, now they leave. verdigrisprowl 9:28 pm "Give weapon." Weapon-technology-humanity-whatever-else-they-said. Boomtank 9:29 pm BECAUSE YOU ATTACKED THEM verdigrisprowl 9:29 pm They gave. That. NoodlesAtNight 9:29 pm *Diving hard into the symbols. There's so many. So very many. Prowl - Prowls? - help him and Blaster mark. Please.* verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm Maybe that's it, maybe it's—it's a diplomacy mission? They're giving communication? Impactbabyrobo 9:30 pm What're you gonna DO if they don't leave?! They can just float away! SCProwl 9:30 pm ((gd rabbit stop skipping i literally can't follow anything verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm *oh! Yeah, sure, marks up the gibberish.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:30 pm I'm surprised that they believe they /can/ destroy the aliens. Human hubris at its finest. Impactbabyrobo 9:30 pm Maybe they were giving words? verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm That's what I'm saying. NoodlesAtNight 9:30 pm [[A dictionary?]] Boomtank 9:30 pm -and yes, he's trying to mark this out- Boomtank 9:31 pm -so many of them- NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm *Primus, they're not going to work out all of those before the movie is over. They won't even work out a fraction. How do you understand something without references? What about things only seen on an alien planet?* chronosmith 9:31 pm Mmm... mutual... ism? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:31 pm That was not the right move, docent. chronosmith 9:31 pm Is that what she's looking for? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:31 pm Mutualism sounds right to me, too. verdigrisprowl 9:31 pm Symbiosis? NoodlesAtNight 9:32 pm *Does he have something? What does he have? How do they know where to start?* SCProwl 9:32 pm Gaps in the writing. Ah! Boomtank 9:33 pm AH NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm [[That's - it's -]] *Leaning back.* [[How - how clever...]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:33 pm What a turnskin. Eaten scourge human politics. Boomtank 9:34 pm ...... Impactbabyrobo 9:34 pm o_o NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm [[Til all are one.]] *Harsh huff* verdigrisprowl 9:34 pm "Many become one," that's— *looks at Soundwave* Yes. That. chronosmith 9:34 pm Pfft. NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm *Adoring ping.* [[Do not tell any Rodimuses.]] Boomtank 9:35 pm -soft snort- That phrase is used a lot. Even if in different words. NoodlesAtNight 9:35 pm [[Perhaps there is something to it.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:35 pm She's gonna do something! Swervester 9:36 pm //cAT PLESE CEASE SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:36 pm The question is, why is the Halpern Turnskin such an Eaten-Scourged nuisance. chronosmith 9:36 pm *idly shifts his arm so that he can extrude his fine manipulators, and absent-mindedly scritch at the Whirlipede's shell* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:36 pm ((lol, my cat is sitting on my arm farting)) NoodlesAtNight 9:36 pm [[Because he is government-driven military.]] ((bad cat!)) Swervester 9:36 pm //she decided it was time to walk on the keys and smash against my face] chronosmith 9:36 pm ((INTO THE SPACE ELEVATOR)) Boomtank 9:36 pm ....... Impactbabyrobo 9:36 pm Elevator elevator go back up! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm ((honestly. I'm glad. because the dumb idiot ate cooked chicken bones out of the trash. so I'm happy she wants to hang out with me and not hide somewhere.)) NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm ((😧 i hope she's ok)) Impactbabyrobo 9:37 pm Is she breathing? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm ((she seems fine! but she is a dumb idiot. and I love her.)) NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm *...What is she floating in? What is that?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm I can't believe she is breathing. Boomtank 9:37 pm She's past the barrier... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:38 pm ...That looks like it would feel awful on the paws or absolutely delightful, with no inbetween. verdigrisprowl 9:38 pm ... I like their flooring. Boomtank 9:38 pm That...may not be a good thing... I mean she's breathing, but... verdigrisprowl 9:38 pm It would be impossible to keep clean, though. Dirt would get down into the pits and crevasses so easily. NoodlesAtNight 9:38 pm [[..........They're... they're much larger than he....]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:38 pm But that doesn't necessarily mean she's getting air from her breathing. verdigrisprowl 9:39 pm ((now kiss)) chronosmith 9:39 pm ((smooch for peace)) Boomtank 9:39 pm Oh opatoes 9:39 pm ... he sounds like a trumpet Boomtank 9:39 pm Big opatoes 9:39 pm or a trombone Impactbabyrobo 9:39 pm So tall! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:39 pm *goddess, they are tremendous.* ((KISSU FOR PEACE)) chronosmith 9:39 pm She was looking at his toes the whole time. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:39 pm OH NO verdigrisprowl 9:39 pm Oh no. opatoes 9:39 pm oh. oh no chronosmith 9:39 pm (( ; ______ ; )) NoodlesAtNight 9:39 pm [[Oh... the poor Abbott creature.]] Boomtank 9:39 pm .... Impactbabyrobo 9:40 pm 3😢 verdigrisprowl 9:40 pm He died saving them. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:40 pm Poor, poor abbot. ...He wants her to broadcast the symbols. Impactbabyrobo 9:40 pm They almost look soft NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm [[How do they know that?]] verdigrisprowl 9:41 pm ... They're clairvoyant? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:41 pm Force their hands. Bureaucracy is bogging down the process. If she broadcasts, she forces the other humans to acknowledge. verdigrisprowl 9:41 pm *sits back* NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm [[Wh - "who is this child"? Why would she ask about her own sp--]] verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm That isn't her—? Impactbabyrobo 9:42 pm *LOUD GASP* NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm *....Oh, Primus.* verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm She hasn't had the child?! opatoes 9:42 pm W. Whoa. Impactbabyrobo 9:42 pm FUTURE BABY! Boomtank 9:42 pm What chronosmith 9:42 pm Oh. That's the weapon? ...there we go. Boomtank 9:42 pm WHAT SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:42 pm Oh, goddess. Costello, I know you must be furious about Abbott, but how could you hurt her in this way? chronosmith 9:42 pm Or maybe she can travel through time? Swervester 9:42 pm [tilts head] Are they translating weapon right? verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm What's he done to hurt her? Impactbabyrobo 9:43 pm Why is the bean going sideways? Swervester 9:43 pm Does 'weapon' mean the same thing to them that it does to a human? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:43 pm She lost her spawn, and he's showing her the potential for another one. verdigrisprowl 9:43 pm No. There's only one spawn. There's only ever been one spawn. It's in the future. She does not have a spawn. Yet. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:43 pm ...Now my head hurts. NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm [[If she's seeing the future, then it means the same thing. Knowledge of what is to come is a weapon. Perhaps the greatest.]] Swervester 9:43 pm Those weren't flash backs. They were flash forwards? NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm *It's why he is so protective of his multiverse map.* chronosmith 9:44 pm ((Costello knows this cos they're gonna come back to take her to dinner)) ((and then shack up)) ((and then they're gonna make that baby together)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:44 pm ((costello is bae)) chronosmith 9:44 pm ((costello... you ARE the father.)) verdigrisprowl 9:44 pm ((she didn't die, she molted into a baby heptapod.)) ((a little costellita)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:44 pm ((exactly!)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:45 pm ((blorp)) NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm *....he sees.* Boomtank 9:45 pm The multiverse is crazy and timeline wandering only makes it worse verdigrisprowl 9:45 pm ... She knows before the child's born that she's going to die. NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm [[Yes.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:45 pm That's horrible. Impactbabyrobo 9:45 pm That's sad opatoes 9:45 pm ... Primus. That's really terrible Swervester 9:45 pm Buit what choice did she make that was wrong? Impactbabyrobo 9:46 pm 3:c NoodlesAtNight 9:46 pm [[You'll see.]] verdigrisprowl 9:46 pm But decided she's worth having anyway. Or else decided it was inevitability. Impactbabyrobo 9:46 pm ALL THE BEANS ARE SIDEWAYS SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:46 pm She seems to be a good child. Boomtank 9:46 pm Landing? opatoes 9:46 pm anish kapoor mode verdigrisprowl 9:46 pm They've given the gift. Leaving, probably. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:46 pm And time is complicated. It might be worthwhile to try, anyways. Impactbabyrobo 9:46 pm HIGH FIVE ME SMOKESCREEN! opatoes 9:46 pm /High fives Impact!/ Impactbabyrobo 9:47 pm Nice! NoodlesAtNight 9:47 pm [[Do what must be done.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:48 pm Ouch. My brain is hurting in sympathy for her. Impactbabyrobo 9:48 pm That must feel so weird! SCProwl 9:48 pm *frustrated noise* There's not enough to build a full language from the logograms we've been shown. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:48 pm *the dragon shakes her head* Like trying to move both eyes separately. chronosmith 9:48 pm *deja vu* *it's not necessarily the same thing but he had about a year's worth of experience with having foreign memories shoved into his head* NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm [[They are like the wormhole aliens, then.]] verdigrisprowl 9:49 pm There's eleven more sets. She sees them later in her life. She can remember her future when she's fluent in it. Impactbabyrobo 9:49 pm Wormhole aliens ? opatoes 9:49 pm Whoa. They get a universal flag with the human symbol too? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:49 pm Honestly, I'm surprised that she doesn't just start vomiting on the spot. Humans purge when their brains hurt, right? NoodlesAtNight 9:49 pm [[Yes. A set near Bajor who will name the Sisko as their assistant. Never mind that for now.]] chronosmith 9:49 pm ((camera pans around. It's Costello in a suit)) SCProwl 9:50 pm I mean there's not enough for us. NoodlesAtNight 9:50 pm *Wants the other 11 sets. Give them to him.* verdigrisprowl 9:50 pm ((very stylish)) opatoes 9:50 pm : O Boomtank 9:50 pm -Same, Soundwave. Same- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:50 pm ...He knows, too. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm At least a little. chronosmith 9:51 pm Clever. Impactbabyrobo 9:51 pm Ooooooooh That's so weird and confusing but so cool! Boomtank 9:51 pm !!!! verdigrisprowl 9:51 pm Her future self doesn't remember that her past self made the phone call. chronosmith 9:51 pm *this is... all feeling incredibly familiar in a way he honestly did not expect* Impactbabyrobo 9:51 pm Because her past self hasn't made the phone call yet verdigrisprowl 9:51 pm That moment, in the future, is the "first" time she learns about it. Impactbabyrobo 9:51 pm ? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm That was her "self," now she's at a different time. Swervester 9:51 pm Is it a paraox or split universe? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm Er. chronosmith 9:51 pm *it's not upsetting, though. Just odd* Boomtank 9:52 pm Because until it happened in the future she didn't know his number SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:52 pm That made very little sense. Impactbabyrobo 9:52 pm HAHA verdigrisprowl 9:52 pm She can't access all of time at once. opatoes 9:52 pm pfppfpff SCProwl 9:52 pm She's living both events simultaneously. NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm [[Neither. It is non-linear time.]] verdigrisprowl 9:52 pm She's still experiencing her life only one event at a time, the chronology is just out of normal order. NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm *At Swerve, that is.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:52 pm Yes. That. chronosmith 9:52 pm She's experience other points on the timeline. Technically an alternate timeline telling her what she COULD know, since she has to create that timeline herself, with her actions in the present. Swervester 9:52 pm Oh, I see. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:52 pm Goddess, this is making me feel ill just trying to wrap my mind around it. opatoes 9:52 pm w. what NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm [[It is a complicated subject. He does not blame you.]] Swervester 9:53 pm Translation? verdigrisprowl 9:53 pm She's not living both events simultaneously, she's—bouncing back and forth between two events. SCProwl 9:53 pm That would certainly get someone's attention. opatoes 9:53 pm w. what are the words Impactbabyrobo 9:53 pm Translate! Translate! chronosmith 9:53 pm Yeah. Instead of like, traveling down a road, she's kind of flying over the road. Touching down here and there. NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm *Thinking.* verdigrisprowl 9:54 pm She's teleporting back and forth between two points on the road. NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm [[In war there are no - mmm, what is. There are no winners, only - widows.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:54 pm *the dragon shakes her head, nauseously* I am not designed for this. verdigrisprowl 9:54 pm And never traveling over the same span of road twice. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:54 pm But I was right. Costello /did/ intend for her to force their hands. chronosmith 9:55 pm They knew everything that was going to happen. Impactbabyrobo 9:55 pm *quietly* whooshh Boomtank 9:55 pm To get them to work together chronosmith 9:55 pm But they still had to make those events come to pass. Swervester 9:55 pm So they knew Abbot would die in this mission opatoes 9:55 pm ... So they might've known that the bomb was going to be there before they even met SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm ...Abbot knew, surely. And chose to do this anyways. Boomtank 9:55 pm So they could help THEM in the future SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm That's very brave. Impactbabyrobo 9:55 pm So brave! chronosmith 9:55 pm It's like... time as. *thinks* Like a pair of pants. verdigrisprowl 9:55 pm It's highly probable. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm A pair of pants? SCProwl 9:55 pm A what? chronosmith 9:56 pm You're traveling up from the hems. You see what's going on in the other leg. And every time you do that, you get closer to the belt. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:56 pm ...Okay, that makes more sense. chronosmith 9:56 pm But you still gotta do those things to get to the point where the pants come together. verdigrisprowl 9:56 pm ... What's a hem? chronosmith 9:56 pm The top of the pants. Impactbabyrobo 9:56 pm It's at the bottom of pants too! SCProwl 9:56 pm What's a belt? chronosmith 9:56 pm Wait, no, the bottom. ....both. Boomtank 9:56 pm ....huh? chronosmith 9:56 pm One second. SCProwl 9:56 pm In this context. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:56 pm Hems are the borders where the fabric is sewn together. Like on the edges of blankets. Swervester 9:56 pm Hmm verdigrisprowl 9:57 pm ... What are the edges of blankets sewn to? NoodlesAtNight 9:57 pm [[Themselves.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm Each other. verdigrisprowl 9:57 pm *now owns three blankets. didn't think they were sewn to anything.* chronosmith 9:57 pm *he's going to widespread ping the room*

SCProwl 9:57 pm ...what? chronosmith 9:57 pm These are pants. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm Ah, Soundwave beat me to it. *soundy is so smart* SCProwl 9:57 pm *doesn't own blankets or pants* chronosmith 9:57 pm You start at one leg opening, and work your way towards the crotch. Boomtank 9:57 pm -oh. Pants. Makes...kinda more sense- SCProwl 9:58 pm Pants are legs? chronosmith 9:58 pm Nah, you put them on legs. verdigrisprowl 9:58 pm *?? ? ???* chronosmith 9:58 pm But these are metaphorical pants. These are the pants of time. Impactbabyrobo 9:58 pm They're clothes! SCProwl 9:58 pm This is a bad analogy for a species that doesn't put things on their legs besides paint. chronosmith 9:59 pm Too bad. I'm a soldier, not a Time Professor. verdigrisprowl 10:00 pm *he's progressively becoming more baffled by pants anatomy* SCProwl 10:00 pm Yes and I'm a Cybertronian, not a human. NoodlesAtNight 10:00 pm [[There. That's the choice she makes. The one he can't handle... because she told him what will happen to their offspring long after she agreed.]] opatoes 10:00 pm So, how many holes do pants have, anyway? NoodlesAtNight 10:00 pm [[That is why he no longer looks at their creation the same way.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:00 pm It would be a hard thing to know. opatoes 10:00 pm Like- what would you call the opening and ending for a hole? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:00 pm I don't know how she can handle it, truly. Impactbabyrobo 10:01 pm Maybe seeing stuff non-linearly makes you have a sense of weird peace? Iunno. chronosmith 10:01 pm ((that was EXCELLENT)) Impactbabyrobo 10:01 pm ((I'M CRYING)) NoodlesAtNight 10:01 pm ((RIGHT? also, mark time: 10:21)) opatoes 10:01 pm ((that was good 😮!!! Swervester 10:01 pm Maybe she decided that even a short time with her is better than no time? Boomtank 10:01 pm ((IT WAS AWESOME Impactbabyrobo 10:01 pm Uh-huh! That sounds like it opatoes 10:01 pm ... The second arrival? Boomtank 10:01 pm That was fun Impactbabyrobo 10:02 pm There was sad but it was also really fun! chronosmith 10:02 pm Well, I know what I'm trying to say. And that's what counts. *looks to his Whirlipede for confirmation* Right?

Whirlipede: Whirl.

See? It agrees with me. Impactbabyrobo 10:02 pm HOW IT'S MAAAAAAADE! MedicalMurdersaurus 10:02 pm ((Do you think that, by the time the aliens come back in 3,000 years for human help, the whole "how time-language was created" story will have become some sort of "aliens built the pyramids" myth?)) SCProwl 10:02 pm ... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:02 pm Whirlbug always agrees with you, though. chronosmith 10:02 pm .... *snickers* Yeah, because it knows what's up. Arcee-Autobot 10:02 pm *covering face while laughing* opatoes 10:02 pm OH OH SOUNDWAVE i have a video i feel like you might like Impactbabyrobo 10:03 pm THAT IS TOO MANY PIECES NoodlesAtNight 10:03 pm ((omg swoop mun)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:04 pm ((I mean it's not like people can time jump back to lives prior to their own. They would have to rely on written records of other people's lives. MAYBE there'd still be video but the way video format evolves, it's probably going to look like absolute crap if it still exists at all. I can hear people arguing about how it's dumb to think we needed ALIENS to come up with our PRIMARY LANGUAGE that is a total reflection of how we interact with the world.)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:05 pm *the dragon carefully un-loafs, absolutely unwilling to inconvenience or bother Chimera in any way* I should return home. Thank you for having me, Soundwave, and thank you for hugging me, Chimera. verdigrisprowl 10:05 pm ((the aliens knew what was going to happen 3000 years in the future, it stands to reason they'd be equally knowledgable about 3000 years in the past?)) Impactbabyrobo 10:05 pm ((XD)) NoodlesAtNight 10:05 pm [[Thank you for attending, and keeping Chimera company.]] Swervester 10:05 pm //ilygioyvuyv when you accidentally reeply to a post on swerve instead of sparky so now it looks Really Awkward verdigrisprowl 10:05 pm *Whirl asked him earlier to help with translating the tire. Now that the movie's over, he relinquishes Soundwave's heads over that direction.* Hi. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:05 pm ((I assumed that was because the aliens lived that long. Cause no one is seeing someone else's life. Just their own chunk of the timeline.)) opatoes 10:05 pm ((sparkle,,, Swervester 10:06 pm //retgt i forgot what tab i was in lmao opatoes 10:06 pm ... So that's how you wear jeans? Impactbabyrobo 10:06 pm Why would you scrape up your pants already ? opatoes 10:06 pm de-puff the pants NoodlesAtNight 10:06 pm *Soundwave lets Prowl go. He's busy working on what portion of the language they were presented.* opatoes 10:06 pm de-leg the pants Impactbabyrobo 10:06 pm *imitates the pant de-puffing noise* SCProwl 10:07 pm Oh, they're not just flat. opatoes 10:07 pm I wanna be sanded Arcee-Autobot 10:07 pm Sand? Impactbabyrobo 10:07 pm Why? opatoes 10:07 pm I'll be extra smooth! Arcee-Autobot 10:07 pm Stone?! Why?! opatoes 10:07 pm oh those pants are getting stoned Impactbabyrobo 10:07 pm But it'll take your paint off! opatoes 10:07 pm ... Wait, frag, that's a problem Impactbabyrobo 10:08 pm They just wash it with rocks! *laughs* verdigrisprowl 10:08 pm ((well. i guess that's why it's called stone wash.)) Arcee-Autobot 10:08 pm *Arcee can't handle the joke made about stoned pants* chronosmith 10:08 pm *tilts his head as Prowl approaches* Sup. opatoes 10:09 pm ... With steve? Impactbabyrobo 10:09 pm PUFF THE PANTS opatoes 10:09 pm I think I misheard Impactbabyrobo 10:09 pm steam! opatoes 10:09 pm OH I thought steve was just wearing them for them or something verdigrisprowl 10:09 pm Did you want me to...? *gestures at the tire.* Swervester 10:10 pm These puns are bad. Impactbabyrobo 10:10 pm PUNS NOT GOOD ENOUGH chronosmith 10:10 pm Yeah. If you've got time. I'm guessing this isn't the best... setting or whatever. I can fly into the city, if you've got time. God knows I do. Arcee-Autobot 10:10 pm These drawings are just beautiful opatoes 10:10 pm Aren't a lot of modern mirrors aluminum, though? SCProwl 10:11 pm I'm going to go now. Thank you, Soundwave. Swervester 10:11 pm Yes Impactbabyrobo 10:11 pm Maybe they mean silver like the color? NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm [[You are welcome, Prowl.]] SCProwl 10:11 pm *ends the visual feed and stands up* NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm [[And aren't they, Arcee? All one line.]] opatoes 10:11 pm Aluminum isn't as tasty as silver, so it's probably good they use that instead. Impactbabyrobo 10:12 pm Munch crunch! opatoes 10:12 pm Gotta munch! NoodlesAtNight 10:12 pm *mmmm, silver* Impactbabyrobo 10:12 pm 3:9 opatoes 10:12 pm /Smokescreen's slowly turning himself around, and almost falls over as he gets up. Maybe sitting upside down for the entire movie WASN'T a good idea!/ Boomtank 10:12 pm -sounds like they're making a snack, not mirror- Swervester 10:13 pm .... What if I made... verdigrisprowl 10:13 pm ... Pocky Men can understand each other, right? I can understand my own Magnemite. It could help speed up the translation process? NoodlesAtNight 10:13 pm ((POCKY MEN)) Impactbabyrobo 10:13 pm ((OMG)) chronosmith 10:13 pm ((thank god)) verdigrisprowl 10:13 pm ((he says this with all of the confidence of a suburban mom in 1996 talking about the newest fad her third grader is into.)) chronosmith 10:13 pm I think? Impactbabyrobo 10:14 pm ((beautiful)) opatoes 10:14 pm ... Oh, that was the mirror. I thought that was just two similar looking humans chronosmith 10:14 pm You';d know better than I would. It's just been me, this fella, and Killer out there so far. If there are any other Pocky Men, I haven't seen 'em. Impactbabyrobo 10:14 pm BEVEL verdigrisprowl 10:14 pm I've seen a swarm of Magnemite, but I've been reading up a bit on others. NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm [[He'll have to show her this.]] opatoes 10:15 pm /Smokescreen's slowly, slowly getting up again, using the couch as a support./ Hey, Soundwave, I'm probably gonna head home for the night. Thanks for having us! NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm [[Ah, you're welcome. Do not forget the book soon.]] verdigrisprowl 10:15 pm *oh, he should probably greet the tire itself, should he?* Hello. I'm Prowl. opatoes 10:15 pm Hey, I almost always keep it on me. It's hard to forget! NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm [[He meant reading it again.]] verdigrisprowl 10:16 pm ((this segment is)) ((marbleous)) Impactbabyrobo 10:16 pm ((XD)) NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm *bricks*)) chronosmith 10:16 pm ((is he speaking neo cybex or is he using whatever manner he does to communicate with his own pokemon?)) verdigrisprowl 10:16 pm ((no, marbles)) ((neocybex, currently.)) chronosmith 10:17 pm Whirlipede: Whirl! *it wiggles away from Whirl's still-absentlly-petting manipulators, and then bounces once, spinning in the air. A proper, enthusiastic greeting* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm ((I CAN'T)) verdigrisprowl 10:18 pm Oh! Hi. ... I don't understand you. I apologize if you can understand me. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm ((he's FIDDLING with stuff on his ROD in a GLORY HOLE)) verdigrisprowl 10:18 pm But we'll work on that. Impactbabyrobo 10:18 pm ((i'm die)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm ((there is no way this narrator doesn't know what he's doing)) chronosmith 10:18 pm ((right into the punty)) verdigrisprowl 10:19 pm ((i couldn't believe, "how did they get away with calling that a glory hole on TV")) chronosmith 10:19 pm Whirlipede" *solemnly* Whirl.

*for his part, Whirl is just watching this, equal parts interested and amused* verdigrisprowl 10:19 pm *nods, completely lost.* NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm *Stops working on the heptapod language to watch Prowl at work.* verdigrisprowl 10:20 pm Is that your full species name? "Whirlipede"? Impactbabyrobo 10:20 pm *Leans on Chimera, if Chimera is okay with it* NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm *Chimera absolutely is. They'll even coil up on Impact.* verdigrisprowl 10:20 pm *at this point, he's mainly trying to keep the tire talking, whatever it's saying—give him some vocabulary to build up and try to analyze.* chronosmith 10:20 pm Whirlipede: *performs another spinning bounce* WhirliPEDE. Impactbabyrobo 10:21 pm *delighted by this development* Swervester 10:21 pm //why does he say marble so weird it sound s like narrrwhal verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm ((marrrboll)) Swervester 10:21 pm //oh my god Impactbabyrobo 10:21 pm ((NIPPLE)) verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm ((nipple)) Arcee-Autobot 10:21 pm *Loud Snort from Arcee* verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm ((marble making is very horny)) Swervester 10:21 pm I'm naming a drink nipples on fire, it's official. NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm //Fraggin' fantastic.// Impactbabyrobo 10:22 pm *giggles* Swervester 10:22 pm Who wants to drink it first NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm //Dibs.// verdigrisprowl 10:22 pm *nods at the Whirlipede again.* ... Is the bouncing part of your language or is it just for fun? *glances at Swerve* What are you going to make it out of? Swervester 10:23 pm Not a clue! That's the fun part. Impactbabyrobo 10:23 pm *hugs Chimera before getting up* Bedtime for me! Swervester 10:23 pm Probably gonna be a fire color theme though Impactbabyrobo 10:23 pm Thanks for the movie, Soundwave! chronosmith 10:23 pm Make it so damn spicy that anyone drinking it immediately has to get their fuel tank pumped for their own safety, and I'm in. Swervester 10:23 pm I can make a Whirl Special version NoodlesAtNight 10:23 pm [[You're welcome, Impact.]] <<Goodbye, Orange Child. Chimera will miss you.>> chronosmith 10:24 pm *the Whirlipede bounces again. It's anyone's guess what that means, honestly* Arcee-Autobot 10:24 pm Movie was Great Soundwave 😃 NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm [[He is glad you thought so, Arcee. Do come again.]] Impactbabyrobo 10:24 pm I'll miss you too! But I'll come visit again, so it won't be too bad! NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm *Happy chirp!* verdigrisprowl 10:24 pm *nods at the Whirlipede along with its bounces. He's getting nothing out of this.* Impactbabyrobo 10:24 pm *blows kisses to the room at large* G'night everybody! chronosmith 10:25 pm Seeya, twerp. Arcee-Autobot 10:25 pm C'ya everyone NoodlesAtNight 10:25 pm [[...Have you considered telling it to blink once for yeses and twice for no?]] [[That ought to move you somewhere a little faster.]] chronosmith 10:25 pm I actually... need to roll on out, myself. Uh. Thanks for, y'know. Trying, Prowl. I'll catch you again sometime. But if you got any notes you can send me, I'll give them a look-over. verdigrisprowl 10:26 pm Sure. Comm me some time, if you want. We can make a serious effort with Magnemite there. chronosmith 10:26 pm *flips him a casual salute* Gotta learn to cht with my little pal SOMETIME. *turns and bobs his head to Rumble, speaking a touch more softly, for privacy's sake* And I'll come back around again soon, to see you. Boomtank 10:26 pm -time to get going, he supposes. Crowd's going out- verdigrisprowl 10:27 pm *looks at Soundwave* There's probably an issue of mutual intelligibility. My Magnemite, at least, couldn't understand Neocybex or any of the Earth languages I tried on it. NoodlesAtNight 10:27 pm //I'mma look forward to it.// *The stupidest grin.* verdigrisprowl 10:28 pm So "blink for yes, twice for no" wouldn't be very useful if they don't understand that much. NoodlesAtNight 10:28 pm [[Ah. He did not know that about your Magnemite. They do seem to understand the human trainers with them in the documentaries, he'd hoped... ah, well. We aren't human.]] verdigrisprowl 10:28 pm *glances at Whirl* Of course, you could still try that with your own and report back to us? Many Pocky Men CAN understand human languages; I suspect mine simply never had the opportunity to learn. NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm *Soundwave nods to Blaster. He'll keep working and sharing things over time, for what little they got of the language.* Swervester 10:29 pm Mmm, I think I better go, My berth's calling me for that ap. NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm [[Yes, sleep off the rest of that party.]] Swervester 10:29 pm Have fun! Night. chronosmith 10:30 pm Yeah, if I make any breakthroughs, I'll hit you guys up. Boomtank 10:30 pm -nods back, as he stands to leave. He'll share what he can come up with- Goodnight chronosmith 10:30 pm *he enjoyed that stupidest grin, and pays it back with a last affectionate nudge before he stands. The Whirlipede rolls right off the couch after him* Night, losers.

opatoes 7:38 pm It's true, though! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:38 pm 😮! *Soundwave help! it's her lucky day!* Thank you, Soundwave! Swervester 7:39 pm [stumbles in and slumps tiredly against the closest couch] NoodlesAtNight 7:39 pm [[It's not,]] *he says while helping someone.* [[And you're welcome, dragon. You do such good work; he really must consider making you one of Dancitron's official suppliers.]] [[...Feeling poorly, Swerve?]] Swervester 7:39 pm Didn't sleep well last night. Crazy bar party. NoodlesAtNight 7:40 pm [[How so?]] Swervester 7:41 pm Rodimus decided it was Appreciate Swerve Night and threw me a surprise party in the bar. opatoes 7:41 pm Really? It's not like you've proven me wrong recently. You haven't unleashed your tentacles on anyone in a while, so that's pretty nice! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:41 pm *the dragon puffs up so proudly that she might well be in danger of exploding* It would be an honor. NoodlesAtNight 7:42 pm [[Appreciate Swerve Night? He can see why you are tired.]] *Surely everyone recognizes Swerve's good qualities. They were on full and obvious display during the protoform plague.* [[Then he will look into the paperwork, dear dragon.]] *A tiny head bow in her direction before he heads back to his seat.* [[And that is factually incorrect, Smokescreen.]] Yesterday Swervester 7:42 pm Yeah! It was really nice. Just lasted all night so there was less sleep than expected. opatoes 7:43 pm Really? Have you menaced someone with your tentacles recently, Soundwave? NoodlesAtNight 7:43 pm [[He said nothing about menacing. Merely unleashing.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:43 pm *the dragon is churring and purring all the way to the nearest couch. she's gonna be an official supplier! for Dancitron! that's even better than fighting a god!* opatoes 7:43 pm ... Have you unleashed your tentacles on someone? Poor bot. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:44 pm *SLIIIIIIIIDES in* BIRD! NoodlesAtNight 7:44 pm [[Well, if you must sleep, try to do so after the film. He has heard good things about it. Many, many good things. Fantastic things.]] [[Of course he has.]] *But they don't tend to complain.* opatoes 7:44 pm ((i never realized episode 3 came out the day before my birthday in whatever year it came out aszcxvb)) NoodlesAtNight 7:45 pm {{SWOOOOOOOOP}} MedicalMurdersaurus 7:45 pm HIIII! *bounces* Hi Bird! NoodlesAtNight 7:45 pm *NYOOM can an origami bird knock over a pterodactyl? We're about to find out.* Arcee-Autobot 7:45 pm *Has no idea whats going on but Puts hands up* I'm also Here Hello, Everyone! Swervester 7:45 pm Ooh, what's it a film about? NoodlesAtNight 7:46 pm *Soundwave's mood is, uh. Accidentally catching, a little, among the minicons.*

[[Greetings, Arcee. It is Arcee, correct?]] *Has the right look, but one never knows.* [[/Communication./]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:46 pm *it's like a physics question. how many treats does one need to place in Laserbeak's gaping maw before her maximum velocity carries enough impact to knock over one dinobot?* *make sure to show all of your work* opatoes 7:47 pm ((Fun fact star wars episode iii is thirteen years old as of this year apparently)) NoodlesAtNight 7:47 pm *There are a bunch of empty cubes behind the bar, if that counts?* ((happy birthday episode 3)) Arcee-Autobot 7:47 pm You're Correct, it is Arcee SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:47 pm ((speaking of birthdays)) opatoes 7:47 pm ((episode iii is old enough to go on forums and complain about star wars)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:47 pm ((as of five days ago I can legally beer)) ((woop woop)) NoodlesAtNight 7:47 pm ((a;ghagwhagah))

((and specs: HAPPY FIVE DAYS AGO BIRTHDAY)) Arcee-Autobot 7:48 pm [[ Happy late Birthday!]] opatoes 7:48 pm ((HAPPY BIRTHDAY i thought you were older than me asdbvxcbn SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:48 pm ((sorry smokeymun I'm only 21)) opatoes 7:48 pm ((im like 23 i think so it's not too big but i thought you were like... 24 for some reason)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:49 pm ((is it because I hang out with Whirlmun? she's, what, 26?)) NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm ((haha you young'ns)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:49 pm ((crow, ofc, is an official Fandom Elder and can throw dentures at us)) Swervester 7:49 pm //slides a 29 under the table NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm [[Seat yourself anywhere you like, Arcee. Refreshments are at the bar; midgrade and snacks are free but high grade must be purchased.]] SCProwl 7:50 pm ((/shakes cane at room Yesterday opatoes 7:50 pm ... Wait, snakes are free? Snacks I mean snacks Swervester 7:50 pm I hope snakes are free. Arcee-Autobot 7:50 pm Snakes? NoodlesAtNight 7:50 pm <<Chimera is not free.>> opatoes 7:50 pm Let Chimera be free! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:50 pm Chimera is free to do whatever they please, right? NoodlesAtNight 7:50 pm <<Oh. Chimera is that free. Chimera is not money free.>> MedicalMurdersaurus 7:50 pm *sees what she's doing and COLLAPSES when hit, laughing the whole way down* Swervester 7:50 pm Free Chimera 2k18? opatoes 7:51 pm Chimera is priceless though, you can't place a price on them. chronosmith 7:51 pm ()(i already tole u but HAPPY BIRTH AGAIN SPECS)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:51 pm Is Chimera free to be hugged? ((HAPPY BORTH ME)) NoodlesAtNight 7:51 pm *Bird sprouts feelers like big secretary bird legs and marches up Swoop to stare down his face.* {{You Swoop dead. This mean Bird Dinobot now?}} NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm <<Yes! Chimera likes hugs.>> *They slither out from beneath the couch and look around. Where are hugs? Where is affection? It's so lonely, not counting its main companions.* Arcee-Autobot 7:52 pm [[ Brb I've got to go stop a Child from eating a Crayon again]] NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm ((omg go o)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:52 pm *does his best BLEH dead impression* yup NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm {{Kay. Bird go usurp Grimlock now.}} chronosmith 7:52 pm *also has big secretary bird legs, but they're not made of feelers, and attached to him. They're carrying him into the room RIGHT NOW. And rolling at their heels is his Whirlipede* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:53 pm :V King Bird Swervester 7:53 pm [Oh no Chimera's cute. Hello Swerve has a lap] opatoes 7:53 pm /Oops! More people are here! Smokescreen's turning around on the couch so he's upside down on it again./ SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:53 pm *THE HUGS ARE UPON THEE, CHIMERA. dragonflop. It Is Hug Time.* NoodlesAtNight 7:53 pm {{Get tiny crown, neheheh.}}

[[Greetings, Whirl. And - ah. Has it been named yet?]] opatoes 7:53 pm !! Arcee! Cee! Arc! How're you doing? MedicalMurdersaurus 7:54 pm YAH! Little tiny crown for Bird : > Then you bossy everyone kehehheh MORE bossy NoodlesAtNight 7:54 pm *Chimera briefly coils around the dragon in an overjoyed hug before slithering toward the couch and the patted lap.* <<Small dragon comes with Chimera to sit on the Short Legs bot. Yes?>> chronosmith 7:54 pm Not yet. I'm gonna see if our resident braniac can communicate with it, and ask if it has one. NoodlesAtNight 7:55 pm {{Bossiest Bird. It because Bird knows best.}} SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:55 pm As long as the Short Legs bot is alright with it. I know some people have issues with fur. *but she likes These Hugs and will not give them up so easily* Swervester 7:55 pm Sure, come and sit. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:55 pm *mental note to bring a crown for bird next movie night* Yesterday NoodlesAtNight 7:56 pm //Hey! I ain't missed nothin', right?// *Rumble's jogging downstairs.* //Frenzy didn't wanna get the frag outta the washracks. Hey, Whirl! Whirl's tire.// NoodlesAtNight 7:56 pm [[He hopes the resident brainiac is successful.]] chronosmith 7:57 pm Me too. *perks up a bit, and bobs his head at Rumble* Hey, mech. Long time no see. *and with great aplomb, he is on the couch. His tire goes underneath it again* Sorry I haven't made it, y'know. Out much. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:57 pm *bobbles his head in agreement, still "dead" on the floor* NoodlesAtNight 7:59 pm //Hey, you don't gotta apologize. I been stuck on night shifts cuz SOMEONE--// *And here he throws an empty cube at Laserbeak* //Complained she couldn't get no sleep at night with me 'n the bro down here.// MedicalMurdersaurus 7:59 pm !!! chronosmith 7:59 pm ((every time this video comes up I am mesmerized)) opatoes 7:59 pm /Also Smokescreen's going to get up and dance to this!/ chronosmith 7:59 pm ((no matter what I'm doing)) NoodlesAtNight 8:00 pm *Rumble hops up onto Whirl's couch and blows a raspberry at Bird. She blats back at him.* {{It work, too, if Buzzsaw not blab tell Bird not sleeping then.}} NoodlesAtNight 8:01 pm ((AHEM nobody saw that)) NoodlesAtNight 8:02 pm ((we'll start in 5-10)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:03 pm *pops up* You Bird can hang out with Me Swoop! You can with Swoop instead : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:04 pm ((me dissociating)) chronosmith 8:04 pm Pfft. What a narc. Well, I'll try and make these more often. I would say I've been busy, but that's a lie. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:05 pm ((that cat vine is soundwave's life, huh? opening the door and a million cute screaming faces)) NoodlesAtNight 8:05 pm {{Bird do that. Swoop not blabber.}}

((ABSOLUTELY his life)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:05 pm Oh, there was /my/ friday night. chronosmith 8:05 pm *snickers* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:06 pm And this is monday. NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm {{BIRD}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:06 pm :V Bird NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm //Whatcha been doin' then? The ship fixed up all the way yet?// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:08 pm And /that's/ why docents are a thing. NoodlesAtNight 8:08 pm [[Oh, look. Movie nights.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:08 pm *snickers* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:09 pm OH BIRD NoodlesAtNight 8:09 pm ((all right so, WARNINGS: Actually, not many. Cancer, needles, mention of racism and related -isms, creepy critters from outer space.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:09 pm biiiird chronosmith 8:09 pm It's getting there. I've got to convince someone to come down to Cybertron to do work on it for a few days, which is going to be fun, since negotiation isn't really what you'd all my STRONG suit, but y'know. Gotta do what you gotta do. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:09 pm ((o7)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:10 pm *spazzing out* biRD NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm {{What!?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:10 pm Me SWOOP want to Halloween candy for you!!! NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm //You want we should lean on 'em?// NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm {{Pffff. Swoop whole two week late. Halloween not til next year.}} Today MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm No n ono no! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:11 pm Put dry ice inside their plating until they agree to help you. *the dragon does not know what negotiation is* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm Me Swoop DO Halloween! Us Dinobots all Halloween. NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm *Chimera settles in to watch a movie with the Short Legs mech and the Dragon. They're quite content; this is a good night already.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:11 pm Me Swoop lots and LOTS of candy for You Bird! From trick or treat : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:11 pm *loafs up on Chimera. comfy.* NoodlesAtNight 8:11 pm *Her visor has never been so bright, Swoop.* {{You not eat?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:12 pm Nah! It for You Bird : > Boomtank 8:12 pm -Is he here in time?- NoodlesAtNight 8:12 pm *Soundwave's attention is RIGHT on the screen. Blaster missed maybe 20 seconds.* *He waves a feeler over his back. Greetings.* Boomtank 8:12 pm -phew. Going to wave back and sit in a free chair- opatoes 8:13 pm Is that kid a centaur? NoodlesAtNight 8:13 pm [[Don't be silly. It's a toy.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:14 pm *...Oh. Oh, she's -- oh. Her spawn.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:14 pm *winces. that poor docent.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:14 pm *wiggles* Me Swoop hide candy so noooo Dinobots can get! It for You Bird : > Boomtank 8:14 pm ...... chronosmith 8:15 pm Nah, nah. Intimidation won't help me a lot here. Gotta trust these people to build my bulkheads, after all. NoodlesAtNight 8:15 pm {{You Swoop - uhhhhhh.}} *She sort of dances from clawfoot to clawfoot.* {{You want share?}} //Oh, huh. Yeah, that's true. Bribe 'em?// Boomtank 8:15 pm ........ NoodlesAtNight 8:15 pm *Oh, look. It's like the tv in Soundwave's apartment.* chronosmith 8:16 pm Sort of. Just paying em. The money isn't the hard part, I've... acquired some shanix. But not a lot of aliens wanna come to Cybertron. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:16 pm No no! *clearly she is confused* Me Swoop not share it. Me Swoop get for Bird! NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm *Thin birdy squeal.* Boomtank 8:16 pm !!! NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm [[...Are you all right, Blaster? You feel concerned.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:16 pm !!! MedicalMurdersaurus 8:17 pm Keeheh Boomtank 8:17 pm Ah, no, I'm fine Just tired opatoes 8:17 pm Oww Boomtank 8:17 pm -he means it. Mostly- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:17 pm *that docent is /deeply/ dissociated. how long has it been after the death of her charge?* opatoes 8:17 pm ... Also, hey, Soundwave, I might've brought a book with me, if you wanna read it with me. NoodlesAtNight 8:18 pm *Soundwave glances toward Smokescreen. Then back to the movie. Then the bot, and the movie, and--- hhhhh.* [[What book?]] opatoes 8:19 pm /Smokescreen's still upside down, holding the covenant out./ I mean- we can do it later! /He's half expecting the movie to go into ruined cities and he brought a distraction with him just in case/ NoodlesAtNight 8:20 pm *Light flicker.* [[He would like that. But for the moment--]] *He nods toward the screen. Communication, Smokescreen. He can't miss it.* //So maybe you ask 'em to do the buildin' off Cybertron. Take it to Earth, or somethin'.// SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((ma'am, I would absolutely not be going to class if aliens showed up in america)) NoodlesAtNight 8:21 pm [[She seems so surprised by the lack of students.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((I'd be getting my butt to montana and putting on my chapstick)) NoodlesAtNight 8:21 pm ((LOL)) Impactbabyrobo 8:21 pm ((hee)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm ((I will be the FIRST person to kissu an alien)) chronosmith 8:21 pm ((count me second)) Arcee-Autobot 8:21 pm [[ Wow Finally back after Wrestling a child]] verdigrisprowl 8:21 pm *arrives late* NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm ((wb! and hi impact!)) *Soundwave is immediately reaching for Prowl to update him. Prowl. Prowl. You have to see.* Impactbabyrobo 8:22 pm *scoots in, not loudly announcing her presence for once because the movie has already started* ((hiii)) NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm *Chimera beeps at Impact. They remember her.* Boomtank 8:22 pm Oh! -now the movie has his full attention- verdigrisprowl 8:22 pm *takes his usual s—oh, he's being grabbed at* What did I miss? Arcee-Autobot 8:22 pm [[ turns out the kid wasn't eating the crayon, no no, she had it up her nose and stuck]] Impactbabyrobo 8:22 pm Chimera! 3😀 chronosmith 8:22 pm That's the thing, I can't get it off-planet until it's fixed. ...huh. Appropriate, that we're watching a movie about translation, isn't it? Impactbabyrobo 8:23 pm *skedoodles over to Chimera* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:23 pm *digs around in his subspace to see if he has any goodies on him to give to Bird* Arcee-Autobot 8:23 pm *Arcee takes a seat wherever is available next to whomever is alright with it* NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm *BAM instant update of data. Human lady's spawn died of sickness, she is very numb, something landed on the planet, people are freaking out. She's being asked to translate alien creatures.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:23 pm *pulls out one of Arcee's knives instead* NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm [[He's skipping so many steps.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:24 pm [[Idiot. How do you expect someone to understand a brand new language without exposure?]] Impactbabyrobo 8:24 pm Uh-huh! Boomtank 8:24 pm It can't be done Not with that short of a clip, at that quality opatoes 8:24 pm Are they just expecting her to be like "These growls are probably angry growls" chronosmith 8:24 pm Honestly I don't get why they thought they'd be successful with that. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:24 pm They want a miracle, not an answer. Impactbabyrobo 8:24 pm Boooooo Arcee-Autobot 8:24 pm *Confused Arcee has no real idea whats going on around her* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:25 pm *offers Bird the knife instead* NoodlesAtNight 8:25 pm [[Of course they are. Humans are as fearful as we are. They want a reason to shoot.]] chronosmith 8:25 pm Anyway, hey, Prowl. You figured out how to speak to your little guy. Any chance you might be able to decipher tire? Boomtank 8:25 pm Well SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:25 pm Landing outside of her house? How rude. verdigrisprowl 8:25 pm You know how when an engineer says he can build something in two days and his superior demands it in two hours, like his superior thinks that will get faster results? I think it's that. Boomtank 8:25 pm They REALLY want answers verdigrisprowl 8:25 pm ... "Tire"? Boomtank 8:25 pm And yeah, they're...they're being unreasonable NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm *Just your average group of bots scattered across the multiverse coming together to chatter about themselves and the movie, Arcee. Nothing too much to think about. Just enjoy yourself.* Impactbabyrobo 8:26 pm *also a Child* NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm *Bird takes the knife and makes stabbing motions at the air. She's thrilled.*

//I mean, you got a bridge, don't ya? Anyhow, appropriate how?// NoodlesAtNight 8:27 pm [[If she wrote it, he likes her.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:27 pm Keehee <3 Impactbabyrobo 8:27 pm ruuuuude opatoes 8:27 pm Wow what an aft Like... Without language, how are you gonna communicate your science? Boomtank 8:27 pm There is more than one cornerstone NoodlesAtNight 8:28 pm [[Thank you, Blaster.]] verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm The cornerstone of civilization is a desire and intent to cooperate. Impactbabyrobo 8:28 pm You need several for a building! verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm They're both thinking too high level. Boomtank 8:28 pm Egos verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm ... But a desire to cooperate leads to language a lot faster than it leads to science. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:28 pm You Bird stab bot! That more fun than talky movie! Boomtank 8:28 pm That's it NoodlesAtNight 8:28 pm [[Yes. Yes it does.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:28 pm It's an egg. Boomtank 8:29 pm And what the hell? NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm {{Us go stab bot now?}} *Blink blink.* chronosmith 8:29 pm Yeah. Tire creature. *looks down--and then bends over, peeking under the couch. His Whirlipede rolls out, nearly smacking him in the face* That. This. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:29 pm *grins and shrugs, why does she think he has a PLAN?* chronosmith 8:29 pm And, I was referring to this, Rumble. *gestures to himself, Prowl, and the Whirlipede* NoodlesAtNight 8:30 pm //Oh! Oh, yeah, that's - that's appropriate. Don't think your guy comes in no 1200 foot tall egg though. Heh.// verdigrisprowl 8:30 pm Oh. Yes. It was at another movie night recently, wasn't it? SCProwl 8:31 pm *Prowl arrives late as hell* What have I missed so far? NoodlesAtNight 8:31 pm {{...Bird knows bot. Him rude. Call Chimera dumb toy. Us go stab.}} *Soundwave immediately connects the other Prowl to a visual feed and a solid catchup list of data* Boomtank 8:31 pm -squirms- verdigrisprowl 8:31 pm ((WHO SHIT TALKED CHIMERA)) Boomtank 8:31 pm -needles, no thanks- Impactbabyrobo 8:31 pm ((PROTECT CHIMERA)) opatoes 8:31 pm But- that's true, Impact! NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm ((a dead mech)) SCProwl 8:32 pm Thank you, Soundwave. Impactbabyrobo 8:32 pm 3😀 ((nice)) verdigrisprowl 8:32 pm ((boy, are they ever)) chronosmith 8:32 pm *to Rumble* Not that I know of, but if it does, then damn, I need to ask if I can move in with IT.

*to Prowl* Yep! Hung out a couple of weeks back. *it's rolling around now, having been released from its self-imposed imprisonment under the couch* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:32 pm Yaahhhh! Stabbing! *double fist pump* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:32 pm ((the dragon will kill)) Boomtank 8:32 pm ((murder NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm [[That is not what he's saying, you--]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:33 pm That's why you bring a rebreather. verdigrisprowl 8:33 pm He's saying that they're taking great pains NOT to suffocate the humans. SCProwl 8:33 pm They've been trained to see threats where there might not even be one. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:33 pm ((scuba is fun)) verdigrisprowl 8:34 pm When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. opatoes 8:34 pm Soundwave, is this like Shape of the Water? Impactbabyrobo 8:34 pm *digs around in her subspace for a bit, before going "aha!" and pulling out a bit of tinsel* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:34 pm ((it would be if I was there)) ((wink wonk)) Impactbabyrobo 8:34 pm Oh, the movie with the lady and fish guy and the romance? NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *Bird floats up and sneaks toward the door. She's gonna sneak out and have herself a good night with Swoop in tow.* chronosmith 8:34 pm ((i gotta see the aliens before I make my verdict)) opatoes 8:34 pm Yeah! The romance movie. Impactbabyrobo 8:34 pm *offers tinsel bit to chimera* opatoes 8:34 pm Are they gonna romance the aliens in this one? ... It's not like Alien, is it? NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *Get some lessons taught to dumb bots with more mouth than desire to keep their limbs.* opatoes 8:35 pm isn't that the bean in chicago SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((look, if aliens land on earth, idc what they look like. I'm giving 'em a smooching if the smooching is non-harmful to the aliens and they agree to be smooched.)) Impactbabyrobo 8:35 pm anish kapoooooooor! NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm *Both Ravage and Chimera lift their heads. Tinsel?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((I /will/ be the first human to smooch an alien)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:35 pm *is down for both watching AND unnecessarily cauterizing wounds, because that's what friends are for* verdigrisprowl 8:35 pm ((look. i'm ace.)) ((but if aliens landed, i WOULD be dtf.)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((literally same)) opatoes 8:35 pm ((ill be in line to smooch an alien asap NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm ((agree)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:35 pm ((James Tiptree has a story about that LOL)) Arcee-Autobot 8:35 pm [[ But what if Aliens want to smooch you??]] Impactbabyrobo 8:36 pm *😮 thinks, then divides tinsel into two pieces* ((saaaame)) NoodlesAtNight 8:36 pm ((then they may form their own line)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:36 pm ((if aliens want to smooch me back hell yeah)) verdigrisprowl 8:36 pm ... I've seen a species that uses craft like that. Impactbabyrobo 8:37 pm *beams and holds out one tinsel bit toward Chimera and one toward Ravage* 3😀 Boomtank 8:37 pm -watching intently- chronosmith 8:37 pm ((same tbh but in movie aliens i got some standards)) opatoes 8:37 pm ((I feel like the best case scenario for aliens is that they come here and are dtf and nice NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm <<Sit with Chimera and friends,>> *they chirp to Impact, nosing around the tinsel. It's a good couch. Swerve, them, the dragon.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:37 pm ((that's valid)) NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm *Ravage just gobbles it with bright optics and streeeeeeetches on the floor.* verdigrisprowl 8:37 pm ((yeah fair. if we're looking at the whole range of fictional aliens we can afford to be choosy. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:37 pm *the dragon is having a cozy loaf on Chimera. all is well with the world.* NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm [[Which species, Prowl?]] verdigrisprowl 8:37 pm ... ............ I forgot their name. Impactbabyrobo 8:37 pm Okay! *sits!* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm ((me, grabbing a yaujita in one arm and a protoss in the other: mine)) NoodlesAtNight 8:38 pm [[Oh. If you remember, let him know. He is curious. And... that is an odd way for something to behave on Earth.]] chronosmith 8:38 pm ((me, holding a shoggoth in the air: mine!)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm Huh. That's not how gravity works. Boomtank 8:38 pm What. verdigrisprowl 8:38 pm ... I don't know whether they do that on the inside. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm ((you are a big dumb gay and you are BEYOND valid, cy)) Boomtank 8:38 pm Oh wow chronosmith 8:38 pm ((thank you my friend 😎 )) NoodlesAtNight 8:38 pm [[....Fascinating.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:39 pm I want to do that. That would be so much fun to fly in. Impactbabyrobo 8:39 pm Wooaahhh! chronosmith 8:39 pm Yeah, that is pretty damn neat. Wonder if I can get THAT installed. Boomtank 8:39 pm Looks like fun NoodlesAtNight 8:39 pm *Chimera nudges Impact's arm. Welcome to the couch. ... It will bite off a tiny piece of tinsel for her. Sharing!* [[If you get that installed, show him how.]] chronosmith 8:40 pm Will do. NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm [[He has an idea of how to use it.]] chronosmith 8:40 pm Oh? verdigrisprowl 8:40 pm ... I think that should be possible in our ships. Boomtank 8:40 pm Don't fall Impactbabyrobo 8:40 pm *oh gosh! Impact toys fiddles with the tinsel bit happily* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:40 pm *if people are being hospitalized due to alien stress, you might not want to force someone into the alien ship.* I suppose the space elevators would be like that if the gravity wasn't standardized. chronosmith 8:40 pm All else fails, I can get a really BIG magnet. NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm *Still thinking, Chimera continues separating their tinsel bit. A portion for Swerve and a portion for the dragon.* Swervester 8:41 pm Thanks. verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm *slowly turns to look at whirl* Impactbabyrobo 8:41 pm ((chimera is too precious)) Swervester 8:41 pm [he's gonna chew on that slowly] chronosmith 8:41 pm Like, the biggest. verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm ... Do you have a potential source for this really big magnet. chronosmith 8:41 pm Not yet I don't. Swervester 8:41 pm Knowing our ship, we probably have one somewhere in Brainstorm's lab verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm Ah. *the slightest hint of disappointment* NoodlesAtNight 8:41 pm [[She is having trouble not panicking, he thinks.]] *Eyeing the linguist.* chronosmith 8:42 pm But that would be a hell of a security system. 'Oh, you wanna cause trouble? Say hello to my electro-magnet, idiot.' NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm //...Frag's the bird for?// chronosmith 8:42 pm Company? Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm Oh oh! I think I know! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:42 pm *the dragon churrs, but pushes her tinsel bit back to Chimera* Organics don't need tinsel. You should eat this. NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm //Oh. Huh, I guess they might like pets.// Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm It's like, mining! Boomtank 8:42 pm A bribe? Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm If the air gets bad, the bird has a hard time first! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:42 pm If the bird can breathe, so can they, I presume. Boomtank 8:42 pm Is that what he said? Impactbabyrobo 8:42 pm Which is sad for the bird 😞 NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm //Mining?//

*Chimera blinks, then gobbles the tinsel.* <<Okay.>> Arcee-Autobot 8:42 pm *Arcee just holds a Large bowl of human popcorn, its weird but she likes it?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:43 pm ((show us the sexy)) NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm //Oh. ... Good thing that didn't happen to our Bird.// NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm *Soundwave IMMEDIATELY on the edge of his seat* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:43 pm ((OH MY GOD THEY ARE OCTOPOGGLES)) chronosmith 8:43 pm (( 👀 )) (( 👀 👀 👀 )) Boomtank 8:43 pm Oh wow NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm *A feeler already trying to paw at Prowl. Did he. Did he see. Did he see? He saw?* verdigrisprowl 8:43 pm ... The species I know of didn't look like that. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:43 pm ((they did a great job getting inhuman across but man did they make them huggable)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm ((I know, right)) ((I just wanna smorch)) verdigrisprowl 8:44 pm *yes, yes, he saw, he— takes feeler. are you okay?* Boomtank 8:44 pm What....what were those? How were they moving? The speaking sounds like a...a...a whale NoodlesAtNight 8:44 pm *SOUNDS HOW HE SEES THEM* opatoes 8:44 pm why. why do they have to have tentacles SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm Because they're a sensible species. NoodlesAtNight 8:45 pm *Yes, he's all right. He's excited. Prowl is getting multiple forms of happy pings.* opatoes 8:45 pm Tentacles aren't sensible! verdigrisprowl 8:45 pm *oh. well then. sends two happy pings back.* Impactbabyrobo 8:45 pm Tentacles are useful! verdigrisprowl 8:45 pm *he's keeping this feeler.* opatoes 8:45 pm They're all wiggly and slimy Boomtank 8:46 pm -the movie has all his attention- They're trying to communicate? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:46 pm Soundwave isn't slimy. Impactbabyrobo 8:46 pm Yeah! Boomtank 8:46 pm No, they are Impactbabyrobo 8:46 pm I had feelers once! NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm [[They are not whales. He has seen whales. They look - they resemble octopus. But not right. No, not Earth ones.]] Boomtank 8:46 pm No, they SOUND like whales NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm [[And his feelers are not slimy.]] *He wiggles the one in Prowl's hands. See.* Boomtank 8:47 pm But yes, the look like octopus verdigrisprowl 8:47 pm They appear to have more... firm joints, than octopus. chronosmith 8:47 pm *peers closely* NoodlesAtNight 8:47 pm [[Oh. They do have similar sounds. To some degree.]] *Nodding.* [[Yes. Like fingers.]] [[Don't introduce your species covered up. You will confuse them.]] Boomtank 8:48 pm Yeah! verdigrisprowl 8:48 pm They might just think humans look orange and wrinkly. chronosmith 8:48 pm Wait around a second. Maybe they're going to get something. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:48 pm To be fair, introducing your species dead might also be a bad thing. Impactbabyrobo 8:48 pm THey might think humans are orange! NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm [[At least they would be able to see one. ... What is - is that ink?]] chronosmith 8:48 pm Oh damn. It farted. Boomtank 8:48 pm It's not going to help.....oh... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:48 pm ...Nice. opatoes 8:48 pm .... Ooooh, that's cool NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm *PERK* [[A symbol.]] Boomtank 8:48 pm It's WRITING Impactbabyrobo 8:49 pm Oooooh! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:49 pm Writing is easier to analyze, too, compared to trying to get verbal speaking analyzed. NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm *Already logging the writing and identifying anything that might be important - spires, thicknesses, branch locations, circle breaks--* verdigrisprowl 8:49 pm *squints* ... I wonder if those are sentences or words. Boomtank 8:50 pm -definitely doing the same- chronosmith 8:50 pm *turns his attention to the tire, which is going through a tour of Underneath Everyone's Seat* Can YOU do that?

*it looks at him, briefly, but doesn't respond* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:51 pm ((same with the yucatan peninsula!)) chronosmith 8:51 pm ((the kangaroo one is a myth)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:51 pm ((bah, there's the racism)) ((wait, really?)) ((I know the yuctan- LMAO)) Boomtank 8:51 pm Ah? Impactbabyrobo 8:51 pm ((yucatan?)) chronosmith 8:51 pm Oh, I can translate that. *lowers voice eerily* Before you do... you see the ring. NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm *Glancing at Prowl, all his ongoing marks on his visor.* [[What makes you ask that?]] *He's curious about what's on Prowl's mind.* chronosmith 8:52 pm And, yeah, isn't it supposed to be, like math? That's how you form a basis of communication? Gotta exchange math. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:52 pm ((apparently "yucatan" means "I don't understand")) verdigrisprowl 8:52 pm If you exchange math, then you know math. NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm *....Ping to Blaster. Want to compare notes?* chronosmith 8:53 pm Yeah. You do that, bam, you've translated what your numbers look like. Boomtank 8:53 pm -Yes! Pings back excitement- opatoes 8:53 pm ... Oooh, this is cool. chronosmith 8:53 pm ((Joe Alien: my alias for committing crimes in roswell new mexico)) NoodlesAtNight 8:53 pm *Good. He will absolutely be sharing things throughout the movie.*

[[She knows her job well.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:53 pm ((lmao cy I love you)) verdigrisprowl 8:54 pm *glances back at Soundwave* Just trying to figure it out. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:54 pm It's a shame the other humans won't let her /do/ her job. Impactbabyrobo 8:54 pm ((omg)) Mmmhmm! Boomtank 8:54 pm She does. She's knows what she's doing and that's why the military took her there chronosmith 8:55 pm So like, following that line hypothetically... you get your numbers. You exchange math. You can write out "two," and put two of an object down, right? Then they already know the number, and they can figure out what the second part is by looking at the objects. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:55 pm ((mhm, I'm not liking the fact that the symbol for human looks like a planet getting hit by something)) Boomtank 8:55 pm Oh! Write 'human' again and pass it around ....not that opatoes 8:55 pm w. whoa NoodlesAtNight 8:55 pm [[...No. No, he sees what she is doing.]] SCProwl 8:55 pm *trying to analyze the writing herself* Boomtank 8:55 pm Okay, she's...got a point, but yikes verdigrisprowl 8:56 pm Now they might think the word on her board means "naked." SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:56 pm Rebreathers, human. Impactbabyrobo 8:56 pm Hee! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:56 pm You cannot learn or teach if you are /dead/. NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm [[If they understand clothes. They do not seem to have any.]] Boomtank 8:56 pm Okay, she's trying, but...no NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm *Ohhh. What a beautiful appendage.* verdigrisprowl 8:57 pm ((don't tap the aquarium)) chronosmith 8:57 pm Neat. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:57 pm This is not exactly how I would go about things, myself. But I dislike dying. Without her charge... She may not dislike it so much... Boomtank 8:57 pm Oh! NoodlesAtNight 8:58 pm [[Good. This will help.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:58 pm It's a different symbol. ((I love how you can hear the resignation in his voice with this one. just. "sir, the scientists are being fools.")) verdigrisprowl 8:58 pm (("the nerds are fucking around again")) Boomtank 8:58 pm ((yup Boomtank 8:59 pm ((like 'here we go, they're being stupid' chronosmith 8:59 pm So, their n--yeah! verdigrisprowl 8:59 pm Pfff! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:59 pm Names indicate personhood, which means they can presumably understand a collective and personal "you," which means she's done her job. NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[Look how they move...]] verdigrisprowl 8:59 pm what's alien circle speak for "who's on first?" chronosmith 8:59 pm *snickers* NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[He will tell you as soon as he has the necessary data.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:00 pm *obnoxiously loud HA!* Boomtank 9:00 pm -miiight be bouncing a bit- verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm They could still be wrong about the names. SCProwl 9:00 pm If this provides us with enough data for that. chronosmith 9:00 pm See, prowl, another reason to teach them numbers first--they can get that 7 x 13 = 28 bit. verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm Maybe they thought the humans were labeling their genders and presented their own. Hff. Fair point. SCProwl 9:00 pm If they have a concept of gender. verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm A big if. verdigrisprowl 9:01 pm An alarming number of organic species do, though. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:01 pm Gender starts as needing to know what bits go together to produce babies. NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[The more humans they present with names the better. They could form groups according to what they consider their genders later.]] verdigrisprowl 9:02 pm ... That can't be right. There are Cybertrons and colonies with genders. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:02 pm Oh. I don't know, then. Boomtank 9:02 pm The more humans they present should look similar, so they don't get too confused NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[...Oh! Humans can create identical twin spawn. Bring a pair of them. Have them introduce their names.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:02 pm *elsewhere, swoop is off being such a boy, all the boy, a terrible boy* Boomtank 9:03 pm Because Prowl has a point, it is entirely possible they thought they were introducing gender verdigrisprowl 9:03 pm Or anything else. verdigrisprowl 9:04 pm I use that as an example because organics seem fixated on that. Boomtank 9:04 pm And that is a good idea, identical twins SCProwl 9:04 pm Job. Caste. Skin pigment. NoodlesAtNight 9:04 pm *Pleased hum.* Boomtank 9:04 pm Still, it's correct, they don't know if it's names or what verdigrisprowl 9:05 pm *oh! translations!* chronosmith 9:05 pm *tilts his head. He's honestly interested* Boomtank 9:05 pm OH! -yup, excitement here- NoodlesAtNight 9:05 pm *Oh, his spark. His fans are on and spinning wlidly now. Gotta find out how they got all those.* Impactbabyrobo 9:05 pm Oooooooh SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:05 pm *the dragon is also extremely interested* SCProwl 9:05 pm *memorizes all of those logograms that just appeared* Boomtank 9:06 pm -the curiosity is going to /kill/ him at this rate- NoodlesAtNight 9:06 pm *They shall die together.* Boomtank 9:07 pm -hopefully that isn't the case- verdigrisprowl 9:08 pm I THINK he's trying to apologize for being a jerk. He's not doing very well at it. NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm [[At least he is trying.]] Boomtank 9:08 pm ............ verdigrisprowl 9:08 pm That's true. ... What's there to protest? The aliens haven't DONE anything. NoodlesAtNight 9:08 pm [[Nothing. They're afraid.]] Boomtank 9:08 pm What....are...are they...ugh Impactbabyrobo 9:08 pm UGH SCProwl 9:09 pm *frowns* opatoes 9:09 pm Uuuugh humans NoodlesAtNight 9:09 pm [[That is /not/ the smartest thing.]] Boomtank 9:09 pm Nooooo, that's a BAD idea Impactbabyrobo 9:09 pm bluuuh SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:09 pm ((whirlmun, the local hyena is not sleeping when she's supposed to be, go swat her on the nose for me)) Boomtank 9:09 pm So far they have done nothing but sit there, don't aggravate them NoodlesAtNight 9:09 pm [[Their species is so advanced you know nothing about how they communicate between ships, or even what the ships are made of, and you think your puny human military can impress them?]] opatoes 9:09 pm Look, they were able to travel from who knows where here. They probably are better equipped and- yeah. chronosmith 9:09 pm Honestly, yeah. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:10 pm Showing your claws is not helpful when the other dragon has bigger ones. chronosmith 9:10 pm I'm a big fan of bigging yourself up, but if you OBVIOUSLY can't back it up, then it's just sad. Boomtank 9:10 pm Don't even know WHY they're there, it could only be to sightsee NoodlesAtNight 9:10 pm //Seriously. Even I know that.// chronosmith 9:10 pm ((and specs I surely will)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:11 pm ((thank u)) NoodlesAtNight 9:11 pm *Snagging everything he can off background shots? Yes.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:11 pm She's very unconvincing. Boomtank 9:11 pm -good, he may have missed some- chronosmith 9:11 pm ((ALSO, I can still barely see them, but all evidence suggests that these are the kind of aliens I'd 1000% want to smooch on)) Impactbabyrobo 9:11 pm *pokes where her own nose would be if she had one* SCProwl 9:12 pm *not alone in that, Prowl's already trying to analyze the symbols against what's already been shown on screen* Impactbabyrobo 9:12 pm ((get it)) verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm *... pings soundwave* NoodlesAtNight 9:12 pm *Glance?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:12 pm ((absolutely the smoochable aliens)) verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm *he's started doing what she's doing on the screen: counting and marking all the points and lines and such.* NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm *!!!!* [[....Er.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:13 pm 😮??? chronosmith 9:13 pm ((time 2 kiss)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm *what the* chronosmith 9:13 pm Huh. Boomtank 9:13 pm ....um. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm ((TIME TO KISS)) opatoes 9:13 pm ... I will say those aliens do sound nice NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm [[....She might need a small break.]] verdigrisprowl 9:13 pm *smooch the heptaknuckle* chronosmith 9:13 pm ((HAHA SPECS)) Boomtank 9:13 pm That....was..... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:13 pm ((kissu! kissu! kissu!)) verdigrisprowl 9:13 pm ((THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PARENTHESES)) ((i'm leaving it idc)) opatoes 9:13 pm ((PROWL SMOOCHES THEM NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm *Honestly, he's almost tempted, Prowl.* verdigrisprowl 9:14 pm ((thanks for covering for me cro ur a hero)) chronosmith 9:14 pm I... hmm. *peers, rubbing the underside of his helm with a claw-tip* Wonder if that's evidence of... telepathy? Like they're trying to talk to her telepathically? NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm (( *thumbs up* )) chronosmith 9:14 pm ((who can blame prowl? No-one)) NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm *He pings so many requests for the data Prowl has. ... And, on a whim, his timeline's Prowl as well. Just in case.* *He's offering trades.* verdigrisprowl 9:14 pm Humans typically have nonsense dreams that are made up of a mix of their current experiences. It's likely no more than that. NoodlesAtNight 9:15 pm *Softly.* [[He hopes they are telepathic.]] chronosmith 9:15 pm Yeah, but she could be having experiences she doesn't even realize she's having. Because she's not telepathic. Impactbabyrobo 9:15 pm But dreams almost always mean something in movies! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:15 pm It may be telepathy. I don't know how it works, but I've heard that it can damage the organic brain. chronosmith 9:15 pm Like a one-way radio. She's receiving messages, but can't send them back. Hey, prowl, look. She's on your level. verdigrisprowl 9:15 pm Hah. NoodlesAtNight 9:15 pm *Horrified moment. They wouldn't be so foolish. Would they?* Boomtank 9:16 pm .......... verdigrisprowl 9:16 pm *hopes for Soundwave that they're telepathic.* Impactbabyrobo 9:16 pm She's writing! NoodlesAtNight 9:16 pm *Didn't they see their own movie about the wargame computer?* Boomtank 9:16 pm Oh no... Impactbabyrobo 9:16 pm So cooooool! SCProwl 9:16 pm *hesitates momentarily before accepting, has been analyzing the logograms compared to other written languages she knows for any possible correlation. nothing found yet, there's only so much information to be gleaned* Boomtank 9:17 pm ..... NoodlesAtNight 9:17 pm *Don't mind Soundwave. He's just gonna slam his timeline's Prowl with everything he and Blaster have already got and seize what she's analyzed.* chronosmith 9:17 pm They're salesmen. NoodlesAtNight 9:17 pm *Spread that back to Blaster.* [[The worst kind of visitor.]] chronosmith 9:17 pm They're intergalactic door-to-door salesmen. SCProwl 9:17 pm *grateful ping* NoodlesAtNight 9:18 pm [[Do /not/ make assumptions with information that delicate!]] verdigrisprowl 9:18 pm A pack of Swindles. Impactbabyrobo 9:18 pm *giggles* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:18 pm It's more complicated than that because politics are problematic. Boomtank 9:19 pm -Awesome, he's going to throw it back into what he's working with to see what he can come up with- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:19 pm The soldier just broke in, didn't he. opatoes 9:19 pm It'd be really funny if they were just offering them like... a hard egg boiler or something NoodlesAtNight 9:19 pm *Ping ping ping ping date Prowl too. Updated information. What have you got now?* chronosmith 9:19 pm *the Whirlipede has at last satisfied itself that the underside of everyone's chair is up to inspection standards. It halts by the sofa, bouncing and spinning until it gets enough propulsion to launch itself up, roll over to Whirl's side, and settle down* NoodlesAtNight 9:20 pm [[Damned fools. Do not separate. Find out who taught which ones the word 'weapon' and how. See where the similarities pop up.]] Boomtank 9:20 pm Oh that's not good.... verdigrisprowl 9:20 pm *just that one new symbol.* Impactbabyrobo 9:20 pm 😧 NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm [[....]] *Suspicious.* verdigrisprowl 9:21 pm *all helpfully marked up, but there's no interpretation of it.* opatoes 9:21 pm Oh. Oh no NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm [[Oh no.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:21 pm IS HE. Impactbabyrobo 9:21 pm Is that a BOMB?! Boomtank 9:21 pm Unless...WHAT NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm *Marked up is what he wants. It saves him time.* Boomtank 9:21 pm WHAT NO SCProwl 9:21 pm Idiots. opatoes 9:21 pm ... Man, they'll let them die in there won't they chronosmith 9:21 pm Yeah, that;s incredibly dumb. Boomtank 9:21 pm What are they doing, that's so stupid! NoodlesAtNight 9:22 pm [[They don't know.]] [[They don't know...]] chronosmith 9:22 pm I mean, I'm not a linguist, or a diplomat, or a politician, or a commander, or anything even remotely similar, but even I get that. Boomtank 9:22 pm No, the ones who put the bomb there! Impactbabyrobo 9:22 pm *Very anxious tinsel fiddling* Boomtank 9:22 pm -so worried now- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:23 pm Question mark? NoodlesAtNight 9:23 pm [[Mimic him.]] Boomtank 9:23 pm -internal screaming- NoodlesAtNight 9:23 pm [[He indicates the barrier. Mark it back.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:23 pm Are they trying to warn about the bomb? opatoes 9:23 pm ........... oh primus chronosmith 9:23 pm Yeah, could be. opatoes 9:23 pm I think they are Boomtank 9:24 pm -sorry Soundwave- chronosmith 9:24 pm It's probable that the bomb won't hurt them. verdigrisprowl 9:24 pm Do they know about the bomb? chronosmith 9:24 pm Dunno. (( 👀 )) Impactbabyrobo 9:25 pm THAT'S SO COOL NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm *Leeeeeeeeeeean* opatoes 9:25 pm OOH SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:25 pm That seemed like telepathy. NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm [[It does know.]] chronosmith 9:25 pm Neat! NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm [[What she's thinking.]] opatoes 9:25 pm Costello just RUNS verdigrisprowl 9:25 pm ... There's no way she could control that ink to produce the adequate symbols UNLESS she's utilizing... maybe not telepathy. Telekinesis? NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm *COPY COPY COPY* NoodlesAtNight 9:26 pm [[Run, humans. Throw the bomb out.]] Swervester 9:26 pm Maybe the alien controlled the ink and just wanted her to make the shapes so she'd understand them? chronosmith 9:26 pm Saved her, then. opatoes 9:26 pm ... they protected them NoodlesAtNight 9:26 pm *Bows his head.* Boomtank 9:26 pm Oh... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:26 pm Oh. Oh no. Impactbabyrobo 9:26 pm *wounded noise* Boomtank 9:27 pm -low whine- No.... verdigrisprowl 9:27 pm Is Abbott okay? NoodlesAtNight 9:27 pm *Trying to distract himself* [[The - the ink itself could be reactive.]] verdigrisprowl 9:27 pm Yes, but it has to react to something. ... Given. verdigrisprowl 9:28 pm What they were "given." NoodlesAtNight 9:28 pm *Slow turn* [[Hm?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:28 pm Ah, they are leaving. opatoes 9:28 pm .... Noooo don't leave Boomtank 9:28 pm Can't blame them Impactbabyrobo 9:28 pm 😧 opatoes 9:28 pm 😔 Boomtank 9:28 pm If they are Impactbabyrobo 9:28 pm Noooooo SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:28 pm Gave technology, now they leave. verdigrisprowl 9:28 pm "Give weapon." Weapon-technology-humanity-whatever-else-they-said. Boomtank 9:29 pm BECAUSE YOU ATTACKED THEM verdigrisprowl 9:29 pm They gave. That. NoodlesAtNight 9:29 pm *Diving hard into the symbols. There's so many. So very many. Prowl - Prowls? - help him and Blaster mark. Please.* verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm Maybe that's it, maybe it's—it's a diplomacy mission? They're giving communication? Impactbabyrobo 9:30 pm What're you gonna DO if they don't leave?! They can just float away! SCProwl 9:30 pm ((gd rabbit stop skipping i literally can't follow anything verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm *oh! Yeah, sure, marks up the gibberish.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:30 pm I'm surprised that they believe they /can/ destroy the aliens. Human hubris at its finest. Impactbabyrobo 9:30 pm Maybe they were giving words? verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm That's what I'm saying. NoodlesAtNight 9:30 pm [[A dictionary?]] Boomtank 9:30 pm -and yes, he's trying to mark this out- Boomtank 9:31 pm -so many of them- NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm *Primus, they're not going to work out all of those before the movie is over. They won't even work out a fraction. How do you understand something without references? What about things only seen on an alien planet?* chronosmith 9:31 pm Mmm... mutual... ism? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:31 pm That was not the right move, docent. chronosmith 9:31 pm Is that what she's looking for? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:31 pm Mutualism sounds right to me, too. verdigrisprowl 9:31 pm Symbiosis? NoodlesAtNight 9:32 pm *Does he have something? What does he have? How do they know where to start?* SCProwl 9:32 pm Gaps in the writing. Ah! Boomtank 9:33 pm AH NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm [[That's - it's -]] *Leaning back.* [[How - how clever...]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:33 pm What a turnskin. Eaten scourge human politics. Boomtank 9:34 pm ...... Impactbabyrobo 9:34 pm o_o NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm [[Til all are one.]] *Harsh huff* verdigrisprowl 9:34 pm "Many become one," that's— *looks at Soundwave* Yes. That. chronosmith 9:34 pm Pfft. NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm *Adoring ping.* [[Do not tell any Rodimuses.]] Boomtank 9:35 pm -soft snort- That phrase is used a lot. Even if in different words. NoodlesAtNight 9:35 pm [[Perhaps there is something to it.]] Impactbabyrobo 9:35 pm She's gonna do something! Swervester 9:36 pm //cAT PLESE CEASE SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:36 pm The question is, why is the Halpern Turnskin such an Eaten-Scourged nuisance. chronosmith 9:36 pm *idly shifts his arm so that he can extrude his fine manipulators, and absent-mindedly scritch at the Whirlipede's shell* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:36 pm ((lol, my cat is sitting on my arm farting)) NoodlesAtNight 9:36 pm [[Because he is government-driven military.]] ((bad cat!)) Swervester 9:36 pm //she decided it was time to walk on the keys and smash against my face] chronosmith 9:36 pm ((INTO THE SPACE ELEVATOR)) Boomtank 9:36 pm ....... Impactbabyrobo 9:36 pm Elevator elevator go back up! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm ((honestly. I'm glad. because the dumb idiot ate cooked chicken bones out of the trash. so I'm happy she wants to hang out with me and not hide somewhere.)) NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm ((😧 i hope she's ok)) Impactbabyrobo 9:37 pm Is she breathing? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm ((she seems fine! but she is a dumb idiot. and I love her.)) NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm *...What is she floating in? What is that?* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:37 pm I can't believe she is breathing. Boomtank 9:37 pm She's past the barrier... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:38 pm ...That looks like it would feel awful on the paws or absolutely delightful, with no inbetween. verdigrisprowl 9:38 pm ... I like their flooring. Boomtank 9:38 pm That...may not be a good thing... I mean she's breathing, but... verdigrisprowl 9:38 pm It would be impossible to keep clean, though. Dirt would get down into the pits and crevasses so easily. NoodlesAtNight 9:38 pm [[..........They're... they're much larger than he....]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:38 pm But that doesn't necessarily mean she's getting air from her breathing. verdigrisprowl 9:39 pm ((now kiss)) chronosmith 9:39 pm ((smooch for peace)) Boomtank 9:39 pm Oh opatoes 9:39 pm ... he sounds like a trumpet Boomtank 9:39 pm Big opatoes 9:39 pm or a trombone Impactbabyrobo 9:39 pm So tall! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:39 pm *goddess, they are tremendous.* ((KISSU FOR PEACE)) chronosmith 9:39 pm She was looking at his toes the whole time. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:39 pm OH NO verdigrisprowl 9:39 pm Oh no. opatoes 9:39 pm oh. oh no chronosmith 9:39 pm (( ; ______ ; )) NoodlesAtNight 9:39 pm [[Oh... the poor Abbott creature.]] Boomtank 9:39 pm .... Impactbabyrobo 9:40 pm 3😢 verdigrisprowl 9:40 pm He died saving them. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:40 pm Poor, poor abbot. ...He wants her to broadcast the symbols. Impactbabyrobo 9:40 pm They almost look soft NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm [[How do they know that?]] verdigrisprowl 9:41 pm ... They're clairvoyant? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:41 pm Force their hands. Bureaucracy is bogging down the process. If she broadcasts, she forces the other humans to acknowledge. verdigrisprowl 9:41 pm *sits back* NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm [[Wh - "who is this child"? Why would she ask about her own sp--]] verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm That isn't her—? Impactbabyrobo 9:42 pm *LOUD GASP* NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm *....Oh, Primus.* verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm She hasn't had the child?! opatoes 9:42 pm W. Whoa. Impactbabyrobo 9:42 pm FUTURE BABY! Boomtank 9:42 pm What chronosmith 9:42 pm Oh. That's the weapon? ...there we go. Boomtank 9:42 pm WHAT SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:42 pm Oh, goddess. Costello, I know you must be furious about Abbott, but how could you hurt her in this way? chronosmith 9:42 pm Or maybe she can travel through time? Swervester 9:42 pm [tilts head] Are they translating weapon right? verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm What's he done to hurt her? Impactbabyrobo 9:43 pm Why is the bean going sideways? Swervester 9:43 pm Does 'weapon' mean the same thing to them that it does to a human? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:43 pm She lost her spawn, and he's showing her the potential for another one. verdigrisprowl 9:43 pm No. There's only one spawn. There's only ever been one spawn. It's in the future. She does not have a spawn. Yet. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:43 pm ...Now my head hurts. NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm [[If she's seeing the future, then it means the same thing. Knowledge of what is to come is a weapon. Perhaps the greatest.]] Swervester 9:43 pm Those weren't flash backs. They were flash forwards? NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm *It's why he is so protective of his multiverse map.* chronosmith 9:44 pm ((Costello knows this cos they're gonna come back to take her to dinner)) ((and then shack up)) ((and then they're gonna make that baby together)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:44 pm ((costello is bae)) chronosmith 9:44 pm ((costello... you ARE the father.)) verdigrisprowl 9:44 pm ((she didn't die, she molted into a baby heptapod.)) ((a little costellita)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:44 pm ((exactly!)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:45 pm ((blorp)) NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm *....he sees.* Boomtank 9:45 pm The multiverse is crazy and timeline wandering only makes it worse verdigrisprowl 9:45 pm ... She knows before the child's born that she's going to die. NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm [[Yes.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:45 pm That's horrible. Impactbabyrobo 9:45 pm That's sad opatoes 9:45 pm ... Primus. That's really terrible Swervester 9:45 pm Buit what choice did she make that was wrong? Impactbabyrobo 9:46 pm 3:c NoodlesAtNight 9:46 pm [[You'll see.]] verdigrisprowl 9:46 pm But decided she's worth having anyway. Or else decided it was inevitability. Impactbabyrobo 9:46 pm ALL THE BEANS ARE SIDEWAYS SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:46 pm She seems to be a good child. Boomtank 9:46 pm Landing? opatoes 9:46 pm anish kapoor mode verdigrisprowl 9:46 pm They've given the gift. Leaving, probably. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:46 pm And time is complicated. It might be worthwhile to try, anyways. Impactbabyrobo 9:46 pm HIGH FIVE ME SMOKESCREEN! opatoes 9:46 pm /High fives Impact!/ Impactbabyrobo 9:47 pm Nice! NoodlesAtNight 9:47 pm [[Do what must be done.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:48 pm Ouch. My brain is hurting in sympathy for her. Impactbabyrobo 9:48 pm That must feel so weird! SCProwl 9:48 pm *frustrated noise* There's not enough to build a full language from the logograms we've been shown. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:48 pm *the dragon shakes her head* Like trying to move both eyes separately. chronosmith 9:48 pm *deja vu* *it's not necessarily the same thing but he had about a year's worth of experience with having foreign memories shoved into his head* NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm [[They are like the wormhole aliens, then.]] verdigrisprowl 9:49 pm There's eleven more sets. She sees them later in her life. She can remember her future when she's fluent in it. Impactbabyrobo 9:49 pm Wormhole aliens ? opatoes 9:49 pm Whoa. They get a universal flag with the human symbol too? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:49 pm Honestly, I'm surprised that she doesn't just start vomiting on the spot. Humans purge when their brains hurt, right? NoodlesAtNight 9:49 pm [[Yes. A set near Bajor who will name the Sisko as their assistant. Never mind that for now.]] chronosmith 9:49 pm ((camera pans around. It's Costello in a suit)) SCProwl 9:50 pm I mean there's not enough for us. NoodlesAtNight 9:50 pm *Wants the other 11 sets. Give them to him.* verdigrisprowl 9:50 pm ((very stylish)) opatoes 9:50 pm : O Boomtank 9:50 pm -Same, Soundwave. Same- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:50 pm ...He knows, too. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm At least a little. chronosmith 9:51 pm Clever. Impactbabyrobo 9:51 pm Ooooooooh That's so weird and confusing but so cool! Boomtank 9:51 pm !!!! verdigrisprowl 9:51 pm Her future self doesn't remember that her past self made the phone call. chronosmith 9:51 pm *this is... all feeling incredibly familiar in a way he honestly did not expect* Impactbabyrobo 9:51 pm Because her past self hasn't made the phone call yet verdigrisprowl 9:51 pm That moment, in the future, is the "first" time she learns about it. Impactbabyrobo 9:51 pm ? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm That was her "self," now she's at a different time. Swervester 9:51 pm Is it a paraox or split universe? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:51 pm Er. chronosmith 9:51 pm *it's not upsetting, though. Just odd* Boomtank 9:52 pm Because until it happened in the future she didn't know his number SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:52 pm That made very little sense. Impactbabyrobo 9:52 pm HAHA verdigrisprowl 9:52 pm She can't access all of time at once. opatoes 9:52 pm pfppfpff SCProwl 9:52 pm She's living both events simultaneously. NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm [[Neither. It is non-linear time.]] verdigrisprowl 9:52 pm She's still experiencing her life only one event at a time, the chronology is just out of normal order. NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm *At Swerve, that is.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:52 pm Yes. That. chronosmith 9:52 pm She's experience other points on the timeline. Technically an alternate timeline telling her what she COULD know, since she has to create that timeline herself, with her actions in the present. Swervester 9:52 pm Oh, I see. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:52 pm Goddess, this is making me feel ill just trying to wrap my mind around it. opatoes 9:52 pm w. what NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm [[It is a complicated subject. He does not blame you.]] Swervester 9:53 pm Translation? verdigrisprowl 9:53 pm She's not living both events simultaneously, she's—bouncing back and forth between two events. SCProwl 9:53 pm That would certainly get someone's attention. opatoes 9:53 pm w. what are the words Impactbabyrobo 9:53 pm Translate! Translate! chronosmith 9:53 pm Yeah. Instead of like, traveling down a road, she's kind of flying over the road. Touching down here and there. NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm *Thinking.* verdigrisprowl 9:54 pm She's teleporting back and forth between two points on the road. NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm [[In war there are no - mmm, what is. There are no winners, only - widows.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:54 pm *the dragon shakes her head, nauseously* I am not designed for this. verdigrisprowl 9:54 pm And never traveling over the same span of road twice. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:54 pm But I was right. Costello /did/ intend for her to force their hands. chronosmith 9:55 pm They knew everything that was going to happen. Impactbabyrobo 9:55 pm *quietly* whooshh Boomtank 9:55 pm To get them to work together chronosmith 9:55 pm But they still had to make those events come to pass. Swervester 9:55 pm So they knew Abbot would die in this mission opatoes 9:55 pm ... So they might've known that the bomb was going to be there before they even met SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm ...Abbot knew, surely. And chose to do this anyways. Boomtank 9:55 pm So they could help THEM in the future SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm That's very brave. Impactbabyrobo 9:55 pm So brave! chronosmith 9:55 pm It's like... time as. *thinks* Like a pair of pants. verdigrisprowl 9:55 pm It's highly probable. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm A pair of pants? SCProwl 9:55 pm A what? chronosmith 9:56 pm You're traveling up from the hems. You see what's going on in the other leg. And every time you do that, you get closer to the belt. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:56 pm ...Okay, that makes more sense. chronosmith 9:56 pm But you still gotta do those things to get to the point where the pants come together. verdigrisprowl 9:56 pm ... What's a hem? chronosmith 9:56 pm The top of the pants. Impactbabyrobo 9:56 pm It's at the bottom of pants too! SCProwl 9:56 pm What's a belt? chronosmith 9:56 pm Wait, no, the bottom. ....both. Boomtank 9:56 pm ....huh? chronosmith 9:56 pm One second. SCProwl 9:56 pm In this context. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:56 pm Hems are the borders where the fabric is sewn together. Like on the edges of blankets. Swervester 9:56 pm Hmm verdigrisprowl 9:57 pm ... What are the edges of blankets sewn to? NoodlesAtNight 9:57 pm [[Themselves.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm Each other. verdigrisprowl 9:57 pm *now owns three blankets. didn't think they were sewn to anything.* chronosmith 9:57 pm *he's going to widespread ping the room*

SCProwl 9:57 pm ...what? chronosmith 9:57 pm These are pants. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm Ah, Soundwave beat me to it. *soundy is so smart* SCProwl 9:57 pm *doesn't own blankets or pants* chronosmith 9:57 pm You start at one leg opening, and work your way towards the crotch. Boomtank 9:57 pm -oh. Pants. Makes...kinda more sense- SCProwl 9:58 pm Pants are legs? chronosmith 9:58 pm Nah, you put them on legs. verdigrisprowl 9:58 pm *?? ? ???* chronosmith 9:58 pm But these are metaphorical pants. These are the pants of time. Impactbabyrobo 9:58 pm They're clothes! SCProwl 9:58 pm This is a bad analogy for a species that doesn't put things on their legs besides paint. chronosmith 9:59 pm Too bad. I'm a soldier, not a Time Professor. verdigrisprowl 10:00 pm *he's progressively becoming more baffled by pants anatomy* SCProwl 10:00 pm Yes and I'm a Cybertronian, not a human. NoodlesAtNight 10:00 pm [[There. That's the choice she makes. The one he can't handle... because she told him what will happen to their offspring long after she agreed.]] opatoes 10:00 pm So, how many holes do pants have, anyway? NoodlesAtNight 10:00 pm [[That is why he no longer looks at their creation the same way.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:00 pm It would be a hard thing to know. opatoes 10:00 pm Like- what would you call the opening and ending for a hole? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:00 pm I don't know how she can handle it, truly. Impactbabyrobo 10:01 pm Maybe seeing stuff non-linearly makes you have a sense of weird peace? Iunno. chronosmith 10:01 pm ((that was EXCELLENT)) Impactbabyrobo 10:01 pm ((I'M CRYING)) NoodlesAtNight 10:01 pm ((RIGHT? also, mark time: 10:21)) opatoes 10:01 pm ((that was good 😮!!! Swervester 10:01 pm Maybe she decided that even a short time with her is better than no time? Boomtank 10:01 pm ((IT WAS AWESOME Impactbabyrobo 10:01 pm Uh-huh! That sounds like it opatoes 10:01 pm ... The second arrival? Boomtank 10:01 pm That was fun Impactbabyrobo 10:02 pm There was sad but it was also really fun! chronosmith 10:02 pm Well, I know what I'm trying to say. And that's what counts. *looks to his Whirlipede for confirmation* Right?

Whirlipede: Whirl.

See? It agrees with me. Impactbabyrobo 10:02 pm HOW IT'S MAAAAAAADE! MedicalMurdersaurus 10:02 pm ((Do you think that, by the time the aliens come back in 3,000 years for human help, the whole "how time-language was created" story will have become some sort of "aliens built the pyramids" myth?)) SCProwl 10:02 pm ... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:02 pm Whirlbug always agrees with you, though. chronosmith 10:02 pm .... *snickers* Yeah, because it knows what's up. Arcee-Autobot 10:02 pm *covering face while laughing* opatoes 10:02 pm OH OH SOUNDWAVE i have a video i feel like you might like Impactbabyrobo 10:03 pm THAT IS TOO MANY PIECES NoodlesAtNight 10:03 pm ((omg swoop mun)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:04 pm ((I mean it's not like people can time jump back to lives prior to their own. They would have to rely on written records of other people's lives. MAYBE there'd still be video but the way video format evolves, it's probably going to look like absolute crap if it still exists at all. I can hear people arguing about how it's dumb to think we needed ALIENS to come up with our PRIMARY LANGUAGE that is a total reflection of how we interact with the world.)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:05 pm *the dragon carefully un-loafs, absolutely unwilling to inconvenience or bother Chimera in any way* I should return home. Thank you for having me, Soundwave, and thank you for hugging me, Chimera. verdigrisprowl 10:05 pm ((the aliens knew what was going to happen 3000 years in the future, it stands to reason they'd be equally knowledgable about 3000 years in the past?)) Impactbabyrobo 10:05 pm ((XD)) NoodlesAtNight 10:05 pm [[Thank you for attending, and keeping Chimera company.]] Swervester 10:05 pm //ilygioyvuyv when you accidentally reeply to a post on swerve instead of sparky so now it looks Really Awkward verdigrisprowl 10:05 pm *Whirl asked him earlier to help with translating the tire. Now that the movie's over, he relinquishes Soundwave's heads over that direction.* Hi. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:05 pm ((I assumed that was because the aliens lived that long. Cause no one is seeing someone else's life. Just their own chunk of the timeline.)) opatoes 10:05 pm ((sparkle,,, Swervester 10:06 pm //retgt i forgot what tab i was in lmao opatoes 10:06 pm ... So that's how you wear jeans? Impactbabyrobo 10:06 pm Why would you scrape up your pants already ? opatoes 10:06 pm de-puff the pants NoodlesAtNight 10:06 pm *Soundwave lets Prowl go. He's busy working on what portion of the language they were presented.* opatoes 10:06 pm de-leg the pants Impactbabyrobo 10:06 pm *imitates the pant de-puffing noise* SCProwl 10:07 pm Oh, they're not just flat. opatoes 10:07 pm I wanna be sanded Arcee-Autobot 10:07 pm Sand? Impactbabyrobo 10:07 pm Why? opatoes 10:07 pm I'll be extra smooth! Arcee-Autobot 10:07 pm Stone?! Why?! opatoes 10:07 pm oh those pants are getting stoned Impactbabyrobo 10:07 pm But it'll take your paint off! opatoes 10:07 pm ... Wait, frag, that's a problem Impactbabyrobo 10:08 pm They just wash it with rocks! *laughs* verdigrisprowl 10:08 pm ((well. i guess that's why it's called stone wash.)) Arcee-Autobot 10:08 pm *Arcee can't handle the joke made about stoned pants* chronosmith 10:08 pm *tilts his head as Prowl approaches* Sup. opatoes 10:09 pm ... With steve? Impactbabyrobo 10:09 pm PUFF THE PANTS opatoes 10:09 pm I think I misheard Impactbabyrobo 10:09 pm steam! opatoes 10:09 pm OH I thought steve was just wearing them for them or something verdigrisprowl 10:09 pm Did you want me to...? *gestures at the tire.* Swervester 10:10 pm These puns are bad. Impactbabyrobo 10:10 pm PUNS NOT GOOD ENOUGH chronosmith 10:10 pm Yeah. If you've got time. I'm guessing this isn't the best... setting or whatever. I can fly into the city, if you've got time. God knows I do. Arcee-Autobot 10:10 pm These drawings are just beautiful opatoes 10:10 pm Aren't a lot of modern mirrors aluminum, though? SCProwl 10:11 pm I'm going to go now. Thank you, Soundwave. Swervester 10:11 pm Yes Impactbabyrobo 10:11 pm Maybe they mean silver like the color? NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm [[You are welcome, Prowl.]] SCProwl 10:11 pm *ends the visual feed and stands up* NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm [[And aren't they, Arcee? All one line.]] opatoes 10:11 pm Aluminum isn't as tasty as silver, so it's probably good they use that instead. Impactbabyrobo 10:12 pm Munch crunch! opatoes 10:12 pm Gotta munch! NoodlesAtNight 10:12 pm *mmmm, silver* Impactbabyrobo 10:12 pm 3:9 opatoes 10:12 pm /Smokescreen's slowly turning himself around, and almost falls over as he gets up. Maybe sitting upside down for the entire movie WASN'T a good idea!/ Boomtank 10:12 pm -sounds like they're making a snack, not mirror- Swervester 10:13 pm .... What if I made... verdigrisprowl 10:13 pm ... Pocky Men can understand each other, right? I can understand my own Magnemite. It could help speed up the translation process? NoodlesAtNight 10:13 pm ((POCKY MEN)) Impactbabyrobo 10:13 pm ((OMG)) chronosmith 10:13 pm ((thank god)) verdigrisprowl 10:13 pm ((he says this with all of the confidence of a suburban mom in 1996 talking about the newest fad her third grader is into.)) chronosmith 10:13 pm I think? Impactbabyrobo 10:14 pm ((beautiful)) opatoes 10:14 pm ... Oh, that was the mirror. I thought that was just two similar looking humans chronosmith 10:14 pm You';d know better than I would. It's just been me, this fella, and Killer out there so far. If there are any other Pocky Men, I haven't seen 'em. Impactbabyrobo 10:14 pm BEVEL verdigrisprowl 10:14 pm I've seen a swarm of Magnemite, but I've been reading up a bit on others. NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm [[He'll have to show her this.]] opatoes 10:15 pm /Smokescreen's slowly, slowly getting up again, using the couch as a support./ Hey, Soundwave, I'm probably gonna head home for the night. Thanks for having us! NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm [[Ah, you're welcome. Do not forget the book soon.]] verdigrisprowl 10:15 pm *oh, he should probably greet the tire itself, should he?* Hello. I'm Prowl. opatoes 10:15 pm Hey, I almost always keep it on me. It's hard to forget! NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm [[He meant reading it again.]] verdigrisprowl 10:16 pm ((this segment is)) ((marbleous)) Impactbabyrobo 10:16 pm ((XD)) NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm *bricks*)) chronosmith 10:16 pm ((is he speaking neo cybex or is he using whatever manner he does to communicate with his own pokemon?)) verdigrisprowl 10:16 pm ((no, marbles)) ((neocybex, currently.)) chronosmith 10:17 pm Whirlipede: Whirl! *it wiggles away from Whirl's still-absentlly-petting manipulators, and then bounces once, spinning in the air. A proper, enthusiastic greeting* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm ((I CAN'T)) verdigrisprowl 10:18 pm Oh! Hi. ... I don't understand you. I apologize if you can understand me. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm ((he's FIDDLING with stuff on his ROD in a GLORY HOLE)) verdigrisprowl 10:18 pm But we'll work on that. Impactbabyrobo 10:18 pm ((i'm die)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm ((there is no way this narrator doesn't know what he's doing)) chronosmith 10:18 pm ((right into the punty)) verdigrisprowl 10:19 pm ((i couldn't believe, "how did they get away with calling that a glory hole on TV")) chronosmith 10:19 pm Whirlipede" *solemnly* Whirl.

*for his part, Whirl is just watching this, equal parts interested and amused* verdigrisprowl 10:19 pm *nods, completely lost.* NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm *Stops working on the heptapod language to watch Prowl at work.* verdigrisprowl 10:20 pm Is that your full species name? "Whirlipede"? Impactbabyrobo 10:20 pm *Leans on Chimera, if Chimera is okay with it* NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm *Chimera absolutely is. They'll even coil up on Impact.* verdigrisprowl 10:20 pm *at this point, he's mainly trying to keep the tire talking, whatever it's saying—give him some vocabulary to build up and try to analyze.* chronosmith 10:20 pm Whirlipede: *performs another spinning bounce* WhirliPEDE. Impactbabyrobo 10:21 pm *delighted by this development* Swervester 10:21 pm //why does he say marble so weird it sound s like narrrwhal verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm ((marrrboll)) Swervester 10:21 pm //oh my god Impactbabyrobo 10:21 pm ((NIPPLE)) verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm ((nipple)) Arcee-Autobot 10:21 pm *Loud Snort from Arcee* verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm ((marble making is very horny)) Swervester 10:21 pm I'm naming a drink nipples on fire, it's official. NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm //Fraggin' fantastic.// Impactbabyrobo 10:22 pm *giggles* Swervester 10:22 pm Who wants to drink it first NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm //Dibs.// verdigrisprowl 10:22 pm *nods at the Whirlipede again.* ... Is the bouncing part of your language or is it just for fun? *glances at Swerve* What are you going to make it out of? Swervester 10:23 pm Not a clue! That's the fun part. Impactbabyrobo 10:23 pm *hugs Chimera before getting up* Bedtime for me! Swervester 10:23 pm Probably gonna be a fire color theme though Impactbabyrobo 10:23 pm Thanks for the movie, Soundwave! chronosmith 10:23 pm Make it so damn spicy that anyone drinking it immediately has to get their fuel tank pumped for their own safety, and I'm in. Swervester 10:23 pm I can make a Whirl Special version NoodlesAtNight 10:23 pm [[You're welcome, Impact.]] <<Goodbye, Orange Child. Chimera will miss you.>> chronosmith 10:24 pm *the Whirlipede bounces again. It's anyone's guess what that means, honestly* Arcee-Autobot 10:24 pm Movie was Great Soundwave 😃 NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm [[He is glad you thought so, Arcee. Do come again.]] Impactbabyrobo 10:24 pm I'll miss you too! But I'll come visit again, so it won't be too bad! NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm *Happy chirp!* verdigrisprowl 10:24 pm *nods at the Whirlipede along with its bounces. He's getting nothing out of this.* Impactbabyrobo 10:24 pm *blows kisses to the room at large* G'night everybody! chronosmith 10:25 pm Seeya, twerp. Arcee-Autobot 10:25 pm C'ya everyone NoodlesAtNight 10:25 pm [[...Have you considered telling it to blink once for yeses and twice for no?]] [[That ought to move you somewhere a little faster.]] chronosmith 10:25 pm I actually... need to roll on out, myself. Uh. Thanks for, y'know. Trying, Prowl. I'll catch you again sometime. But if you got any notes you can send me, I'll give them a look-over. verdigrisprowl 10:26 pm Sure. Comm me some time, if you want. We can make a serious effort with Magnemite there. chronosmith 10:26 pm *flips him a casual salute* Gotta learn to cht with my little pal SOMETIME. *turns and bobs his head to Rumble, speaking a touch more softly, for privacy's sake* And I'll come back around again soon, to see you. Boomtank 10:26 pm -time to get going, he supposes. Crowd's going out- verdigrisprowl 10:27 pm *looks at Soundwave* There's probably an issue of mutual intelligibility. My Magnemite, at least, couldn't understand Neocybex or any of the Earth languages I tried on it. NoodlesAtNight 10:27 pm //I'mma look forward to it.// *The stupidest grin.* verdigrisprowl 10:28 pm So "blink for yes, twice for no" wouldn't be very useful if they don't understand that much. NoodlesAtNight 10:28 pm [[Ah. He did not know that about your Magnemite. They do seem to understand the human trainers with them in the documentaries, he'd hoped... ah, well. We aren't human.]] verdigrisprowl 10:28 pm *glances at Whirl* Of course, you could still try that with your own and report back to us? Many Pocky Men CAN understand human languages; I suspect mine simply never had the opportunity to learn. NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm *Soundwave nods to Blaster. He'll keep working and sharing things over time, for what little they got of the language.* Swervester 10:29 pm Mmm, I think I better go, My berth's calling me for that ap. NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm [[Yes, sleep off the rest of that party.]] Swervester 10:29 pm Have fun! Night. chronosmith 10:30 pm Yeah, if I make any breakthroughs, I'll hit you guys up. Boomtank 10:30 pm -nods back, as he stands to leave. He'll share what he can come up with- Goodnight chronosmith 10:30 pm *he enjoyed that stupidest grin, and pays it back with a last affectionate nudge before he stands. The Whirlipede rolls right off the couch after him* Night, losers. verdigrisprowl 10:30 pm *looks at the suspected "Whirlipede".* It was nice to meet you. NoodlesAtNight 10:30 pm //Night t'you 'n the tire!// Boomtank 10:31 pm ((and thanks for the stream, g'night! NoodlesAtNight 10:31 pm ((night!)) chronosmith 10:31 pm Whirlipede: 'Pede! *and then they, too, are gone* NoodlesAtNight 10:32 pm //...Wonder how they say *anythin'* with jus' two or three words.// *He shakes his head. That's why the Boss is the Boss and he's not.* //Better get upstairs. Seeya.// verdigrisprowl 10:33 pm It's in the pitch and order. verdigrisprowl 10:35 pm *goes to sit with Soundwave again. Hello.* NoodlesAtNight 10:36 pm *Taking another note.* [[That should be easy for him to pick up.]] NoodlesAtNight 10:37 pm *Nodding hello again.* [[He really should find a way to converse with your Magnemite without meeting it. He'd like to hear it speak.]] verdigrisprowl 10:38 pm I could give you my language file and you could communicate by video? NoodlesAtNight 10:38 pm [[Does it register those on videos as real mechs?]] verdigrisprowl 10:38 pm ... I have no idea. NoodlesAtNight 10:40 pm [[It's worth a try. It could teach us something useful if they don't.]] verdigrisprowl 10:42 pm True. NoodlesAtNight 10:44 pm [[...He likes watching you work to puzzle it out. He would enjoy taking on a task like the one presented to the humans in the movie, with you.]] *Pause.* [[Preferably without you leaving in a few years because he knows too much.]] verdigrisprowl 10:45 pm You already know too much. *humor ping. leans against Soundwave.* NoodlesAtNight 10:46 pm [[He begs to differ. He will never know enough.]] *Leans into.* verdigrisprowl 10:47 pm I'd enjoy watching you work to figure out a language like that, too. NoodlesAtNight 10:47 pm [[He confesses that he would absolutely remove his suit to touch the glass.]] verdigrisprowl 10:49 pm Somehow I'm not surprised. NoodlesAtNight 10:49 pm [[How much despair should he read into that sentence? As a percentage.]] *Humor ping.* verdigrisprowl 10:50 pm Hm. 36%. NoodlesAtNight 10:50 pm [[That is better than he expected.]] *Faint huff.* [[You are growing fond of him and his ways, he thinks.]] *And another humor ping.* verdigrisprowl 10:52 pm Pff. *mumble mumble yeah* NoodlesAtNight 10:54 pm *Patting Prowl's knee.* [[To be more serious for a moment - he does not know if he should continue with inspecting the heptapod language. He knows not to believe everything he sees, but...]] NoodlesAtNight 10:55 pm [[There are often tiny truths buried in bigger tales, is all he means. And he wonders.]] verdigrisprowl 10:55 pm There are a great many languages that are nonchronological or have no element of time or tense. NoodlesAtNight 10:55 pm *How much more sympathetic to organics has he become since burying himself in Earth media?* verdigrisprowl 10:56 pm To my knowledge, no one has ever started telling the future by learning one. *I* know a few. They didn't even help improve my battle simulations. *that's not why he learned them, but.* NoodlesAtNight 10:56 pm [[...You know a few?]] verdigrisprowl 10:58 pm Languages that are divorced from chronology? Yes. They're not /that/ uncommon. Earth even has a few. NoodlesAtNight 10:59 pm [[No, they're not; he's -- simply surprised, he supposes. That you were given the opportunity to do any learning of them instead of being made to sit behind a desk at all times.]] verdigrisprowl 10:59 pm I've been stationed on a lot of alien planets. First priority is tapping into the local media and learning the dominant languages. NoodlesAtNight 11:01 pm [[That, too, surprises him. He would have thought the Prime would keep you close at hand at all times, far away from anywhere you might be lost. Particularly as the war wore on and you became more valuable.]] *Tapping his fingers, thinking.* [[Differences. Never mind.]] verdigrisprowl 11:02 pm Hm. He didn't see me like that. verdigrisprowl 11:03 pm I was stationed on Earth before he was. NoodlesAtNight 11:03 pm [[An unexpected first.]] verdigrisprowl 11:04 pm ... Compared to other universes? NoodlesAtNight 11:04 pm [[An Optimus who does not insist on being the first to put his hands and stories all over the local fleshling wildlife. Fascinating.]] verdigrisprowl 11:04 pm Oh. NoodlesAtNight 11:04 pm [[Yes, compared to other universes.]] verdigrisprowl 11:04 pm Yyyeah, that would be counterintuitive to the "try not to be discovered by the local populace" mission. NoodlesAtNight 11:05 pm [[/And yet./]] *He's seen some Things, Prowl.* verdigrisprowl 11:05 pm ... "And yet"...? NoodlesAtNight 11:08 pm [[To put it bluntly, when it comes to Earths everywhere, we do have extreme trouble hiding ourselves. Both sides.]] *Twisting to get a better look.* [[The timelines that are similar to but not quite yours are the worst at it. Breaking into steel factories, entering races, having parades, filming /movies.../]] verdigrisprowl 11:08 pm ... Parades. NoodlesAtNight 11:08 pm [[It is as though all sense drips out of our heads as soon as we see a blue and green planet with little hairless organics running around.]]

[[Oh yes. Even the Decepticons.]] verdigrisprowl 11:09 pm *opens mouth. shuts mouth. okay. all right. okay.* ... Yeah, that's... that sounds about like the effect Earth has on people. NoodlesAtNight 11:09 pm [[It's enough to make your inner strategist die of shock, he expects.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:10 pm [[It certainly leaves /him/ laying awake at night. The things his alternate allows. Or participates in.]] *Shakes his head.* verdigrisprowl 11:11 pm My inner strategist is... definitely struggling, right now. NoodlesAtNight 11:12 pm [[...Perhaps it's some kind of natural planetary defense. Something in the atmosphere that makes Cybertronians giddy and prone to impulsive action.]]

[[Oh. You didn't know about any of that, then?]] verdigrisprowl 11:14 pm About the PARADES? No. No, I— No. That's news. Please. Tell me that's not a universe where they're TRYING to remain covert. NoodlesAtNight 11:16 pm [[Oh, no. No, not at all.]] Huffing. [[That's been impossible since the mess they made in the first few days. Still - hardly the way to conduct themselves.]] verdigrisprowl 11:18 pm Oh, /good./ NoodlesAtNight 11:18 pm *Debates it. Rolls it around on his tongue. Decides to drop the information.*

*Glancing away at a wall.* [[Your alternate was in the Autobot Day parade, you know.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:19 pm ((...i think. hold on)) verdigrisprowl 11:20 pm He has my sympathies. NoodlesAtNight 11:22 pm [[He hopes so. It'll be hard for this world to take in any refugees from that one if he doesn't.]] verdigrisprowl 11:22 pm Pff. NoodlesAtNight 11:22 pm *Patting again.* [[But he has horrified you enough for one night.]] verdigrisprowl 11:23 pm Yes, I agree entirely. NoodlesAtNight 11:24 pm [[You're right. He does know too much.]] *Curious look back.* [[You'll stay anyway, he hopes?]] verdigrisprowl 11:24 pm Of course. verdigrisprowl 11:25 pm I already knew you know too much, and it hasn't run me off yet. NoodlesAtNight 11:26 pm [[A fair point. And a pleasing one.]] *Hmm.* [[He thinks he'll skip the option to create offspring for the moment. There are already plenty of recently grown protoforms roaming around.]] *Still teasing Prowl? Gently, but definitely.* verdigrisprowl 11:31 pm Yeah, for the record, that's—that's off the table. Even if the offspring WOULD die before fully developing. verdigrisprowl 11:32 pm *... actually, it dying early would make it more appealing.* *would that be a horrifying thing to say out loud? it probably would. he's not going to say it.* NoodlesAtNight 11:34 pm *Sitting up.* [[...He didn't mean it was ever actually on the table. It wasn't-- if he knew that was what would happen, he wouldn't-- he wouldn't /anyway,/ he can't-- his timeline doesn't--]] *And back against the couch.* [[Never mind. A tease in poor taste. He apologizes.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:35 pm [[Perhaps we should go talk of other things. He has plans for another paint adjustment he'd like to get your opinion on.]] verdigrisprowl 11:37 pm ... I know you can't. I was—responding in kind to the premise set up by your, er, banter. verdigrisprowl 11:38 pm Er. What adjustment? NoodlesAtNight 11:40 pm *Nodding. Talk less, Soundwave. Remember why you keep quiet around everyone else.*

[[The next one. The biggest one.]] *He touches his new white accents, followed by a few of the new dark gray sections that have cropped up around his frame.* [[To cover what's left.]] verdigrisprowl 11:41 pm "What's left"? A full repaint? NoodlesAtNight 11:42 pm [[He supposes that's where he's going with it all. He thought he'd see what it was like. He's been blue for... mm. For a long time.]] verdigrisprowl 11:43 pm ... The—accents you've done so far are, uh... *he looks at the ceiling. he's trying to say he likes them.* ... You can keep that up. NoodlesAtNight 11:45 pm *He speaks enough Prowl to know what that means.* [[Good. He'd worried they made him look, er... dead.]] *Or like a bad attempt to resurrect someone who was.* [[Thank you.]] *Lean kiss of quiet gratitude?* Today verdigrisprowl 12:00 am No, no. Wrong colors. And you've got biolights. *He'll accept that kiss—and return it.* NoodlesAtNight 12:04 am [[True. More than most living mechs.]] *On display, at least. But back to that kiss - don't mind him staying there a /little/ longer than necessary.*

[[...Thank you for the co-creation of this tradition, and all that often goes with it.]] NoodlesAtNight 12:05 am *Speaking of, is that where Prowl's mind is headed tonight? Or would he prefer just relaxing on the couch together?* verdigrisprowl 12:06 am What—kissing? I'm afraid I didn't have a hand in inventing that one. *humor* NoodlesAtNight 12:06 am *Pushes his mask up higher to get a proper nip in for that one.* verdigrisprowl 12:07 am *you're just gonna encourage him to keep doing that* NoodlesAtNight 12:07 am *Oh no. How terrible. What a cruel fate he's dealt himself.* NoodlesAtNight 12:09 am *Encourage encourage. Enable enable.* *Fade fade?* verdigrisprowl 12:09 am *fade fade.*