#any day someone asks me about the Constructicons is a good day

[saxandviolins77]

Heard your thoughts on idw 1's constructicons, but I'm curious about your thoughts on them in idw 2? With the whole mini spotlight they received and all.

Oof! This is going to be a long post. Buckle up and let's go.

First off, disclaimer: I've only read the parts of IDW 2019 where the Constructicons appeared (yep, even the final ones)

So what did I think of what I've read?

I FUCKING LOVED IT!! Mostly because it clears the most basic quota of all: it treats the Constructicons as their own individual characters.

It has so many little moments between them that just, hurg! I love the fact that their functions in the team are clearly and quickly mapped. I love the fact that they're not brothers or "built together" (why are they green and purple? Who knows? Maybe their grandmama Termagax wanted a little uniform.)

It also has my favorite version of "constructicon backstory" in the whole franchise. Mind that I hate the Enigma of Combination AND naturally occurring Combiners, but ignoring that, it's prime Constructicon material. The best part of this backstory is that it manages to integrate the: "these guys are not really evil" + "they were wronged" + "they still kinda fucked up in the head". It takes their agency away in a tasteful way that actually opens doors for further exploration of them, and I LOVE how they're a least a little bit skeptical of this whole "war" thing, but they still do it anyway.

Another thing that I like is that Nominus was not really in the wrong for sending them away? Picture this, you have these six guys who combine into a giant near unstoppable robot, he already showed signs of violent behavior near civilians, AND in the past, there was another giant robot that wrecked everything in its path... Sending them away is not only the right answer it's the logical one. Better yet, the moment the giant combiner guy is set free... He kills everybody, maybe you can call it a self-fulfilling prophecy due to circumstances, but like, Nominus was 100% in the right. The fun thing about this is the existential horror too! The Constructicons CANNOT stop being a gestalt, they bring back the physiological need for combination from IDW2005 in such a thoughtful way. (Nominus tries to go past that by keeping them low on energy, but they can't be malnourished forever bruv).

(IDK HOW THEY DEAL WITH COMPUTRON, I'M LOOKING ONLY AT THE GALAXIES COMICS).

Now, the big guy... Devastator... That was a really odd take on him... AND I LOVED IT! I love how they treat him as a straight-up other entity that just so happens to take the Constructicons' bodies for himself, (I stole this for my AU and portray it as an ego vs id thing). Another odd thing is his personality, especially in the Galaxies comic, because... He waxes poetically, Devastator waxes poetically the first time he is set free and proceeds to name himself?? THAT'S SO ODD! THAT'S SO COOL!

Now, what I didn't like... Uuh, the art (feel weird saying this as an artist myself). I respect Ramondelli's evolution, but... Sometimes his art takes away from the scene. I didn't like how Bombshell was the leader (c'mon! Kickback is the charismatic guy who pretends to be friendly! Throw the guy a bone!). Wheeljack was kinda weird? Sometimes it feels like he wants Termagax to fail (I liked Termagax tho, but no strong opinions), and finally, the dialogue is kind of flat at times.

I also need a paragraph to appreciate Bleszinski! Shout out to him because he also loves the Constructicons, his posts on twt the year the comic was launching, how he explained all of his choices with the characters, and how he still tweets about them to this day(good to know your shoes reminded you of them, Sir)! Like, he actually wanted the best for the Constructicons and to portray them in the best way he could! (I love you, Bleszinski, for canonically making Long Haul a logistician, but I hate you for having such a big collection of Constructicon memorabilia that I'll never be able to top 😒.)

All in all. I mildly liked them. Yep, normal amount!

[oatchi]

im sure someone else is going to say sentinel and ive already worn out the send you rewrite for an ask game joke so. prowl :]

you are only the second person to send me an ask actually. comedically. being the sentinel guy has many downfalls (everyone assumes someone said sentinel already /JOKE) i can do tfa prowl yes :-)

favorite thing about them well hes simply the best prowl because he absolutely isnt prowl at all. like not even close. that is just a man who happens to share the same name with prowl. im (mostly) kidding i havent really consumed a lot of tfmedia especially not any with prowl prevalent so i dont know if theres any other really good prowls and i just havent encountered them yet or whatever but i really do like his character so much. we love to see an autistic robot. i think his growth over the show is very interesting and like... hes such a handsome little man (spoken the way you would about like a tuxedo cat) his design is so interesting and again its so funny because girl that is NOT prowl! not even CLOSE!

least favorite thing about them theres not a lot i dislike about tfa prowl, but i will say the end of the show........ the season 4 scripts literally imply that scrapper mixmaster and dirtboss and wreck gar are still out there.......... they were willing to perma kill starscream on screen. for just a single tfa constructicon life we could save prowl. i guess its more of a story critique, without season 4 to have the whole ghost prowl plot happen, his death sort of feels.. out of nowhere...? he was training, he became literally so comically powerful, i guess the only thing stopping him from being the answer to all problems would be to kill him. but like... without season 4 it just feels so abrupt. still makes me cry a little though god bless (salute)

favorite line anytime tfa prowl says "fascinating..." is so everything to me. he is entranced by the beauty of organic life. but i do have to love the quip he does to bumblebee in the season 1 finale where he says that they need to use bumblebees strongest power, and after bee himself lists a few things, he cuts in and goes "Your obnoxious personality." i love that so much

brOTP i dont have a specific relationship i like the most with prowl, but i do think him and jazz shouldve gotten more screentime together. they shouldve been better friends :(

OTP did you know prowl is at the very least like a million years old? because he was drafted for the war? as in, the great war? as in, prowl is closer to ratchet aged than anyone else? this is not ending the way you think i still think bulkprowlbee is everything but prowl never clarifies hes the second oldest at all because theyre all adults so he just assumes they know however hes got like godly cybertronian genes and all that ninja training that make him look so young so one day bumblebee very boldly says something about "old bots" in reference to optimus (note: in my mind, bumblebee is like cybertronian mid 20s and optimus is cybertronian mid 30s) and prowl looks at him so baffled and goes ".... you do know im older than him, right?" and bumblebee goes "...huh" and prowl goes "bumblebee, i was drafted for the great war. im closer to ratchet in terms of age than anything." and bumblebee completely shuts down and its not for the reason you think at all its 100% because he didnt know his boyfriend was a silver fox otherwise he wouldve made like 1000 more jokes about it. everyone else is also so baffled by this revelation. i want to talk about this more in my headcanon section

nOTP im not as opposed to it as some people are, but i do still think prowl/lockdown is a little strange. i think you have to make prowl like 100% not an autobot for that which i will admit is funny as fuck but it just genuinely makes no sense to imagine them shipped in a normal tfa timeline aligned situation. also not a notp per se but sometimes i see people ship prowl and lugnut and that baffles me endlessly. you do you but also thats the funniest thing i have ever imagined. how did you get to that conclusion at all

random headcanon autobots and their reactions to learning prowl was draft dodger in the great war (mostly the age part) optimus: dead silence and the most horrified expression you could imagine. he assumed prowl was his age, maybe a little older or younger, give or take. he needs a bit to sit down knowing he is commanding over two people who are literally like 100x his age. once hes over it he asks about the war because of course he does bumblebee: see otp answer bulkhead: so so so very shocked and he needs to process it so bad but he clarifies so fast and so panicked that it changes nothing and that theyre all still friends (or boyfriends if you believe in bulkprowlbee). the moment he gets over it despite what he said he starts worrying about his health like hes an old old man and prowl is like "bulkhead i appreciate it im pretty sure im in better physical shape than all of you perhaps even combined" ratchet: literally does not believe him. literally refuses to believe this. he is so shocked and in denial. and when prowl provides proof that its true, ratchet goes dead silent in horror for like 20 seconds with this absolutely incredulous look on his face, followed instantly by more rage, going "WAIT just a allspark-damned minute, youre a DRAFT DODGER?!" and now that conversation is happening. bonus jazz and sentinel because i feel like it jazz: is older than him, and its not a shock. hed recognize yoketrons teachings anywhere sentinel: DID NOT KNOW JAZZ WAS THAT OLD. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE HAT OLD. JAZZ. JAZZ COME BACK! OPTIMUS! OPTIMUS (FRANTICALLY SHAKING HIM BY THE SHOULDERS) WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT LITTLE FREAK ON YOUR TEAM IS GREAT WAR AGE AND SO IS JAZZ? (10 SECOND PAUSE IN TIME) (OPTIMUS SHRUGS AND MAKES THAT "IDK" SOUND) DONT SHRUG AT ME I NEED ANSWERS

unpopular opinion uhhhh. hm. i dont know actually. i dont have a lot of crazy opinions on prowl. is the whole "prowl acts so smart but is so stupid" thing unpopular? can i say i think prowl is academically smart but he would probably wouldnt hesitate to jump off a cliff if prompted? but only because he thinks its a good idea/he thinks he can do it. i think prowl would do anything against orders if he thought he could

song i associate with them i have never thought about prowl while listening to a song in my life so im just going to go to my best friend the family jewels, album by marina who previously had some diamonds, and hold up Are You Satisfied? i think it fit him. a lot actually.

favorite picture of them this image i found on google at like 3 am once that was a wattpad fanfic cover i think. it makes me cry. its the funniest shit i have ever seen.

[petitelepus]

Decepticon For Life, Part 14

You meet your parents and your torturer again after a great loss. 

You looked at the small house that was located in older part of Detroit City. There wasn't anything big there like a shopping mall or bullet train rails but a modern grocery store and a buss line that used to take you to college closer to Detroit's center. You looked at the surname that had been painted on the mailbox. Your surname. Even in the darkness of the night, you could see it.

You frowned and carefully stepped on the lawn with your big frame. You peeked inside from the window but the sight you saw was anything but comforting. The house was dark and abandoned. Had they left when you went missing?

You dug your mother's phone number from the depths of your memory and called it from your commlink. The line was ringing until it clicked and a female's voice told you that the number you tried to contact wasn't used anymore. What in the world did that mean? Had your mother changed her phone number after you went missing... Primus, you couldn't tell how long it had been...!

Using your superior Cybertronian technology and used it to log into the government's health care system. If your mother was listed there you would find her. But her name wasn't there. You blinked in confusion. Where could she be? Your dad. She loved that man, Primus knows why sometimes, but she would never leave without him. So you tried to search for him.

Your dad. He lived in Montreal. According to information, your dad moved there half a year ago. It would be a short flight there and you were willing to go there. So you transformed and flew all the way to Detroit's neighbor city. You stared at the house before you and carefully kneeled on the front yard and rang the doorbell.

You waited and one by one lights were turning on each window until the front door opened. Primus, he looked older than the last time you saw him. He had a huge bald spot on top of his head and he had glasses. Your dad never wore glasses before. His eyes landed on your huge frame and you smiled lightly.

"Oh, you're one of those bots from Detroit." Your father grumbled and spat on the ground. "What is a machine doing outside its area?"

"Dad... It's me." You said and your father blinked before his old eyes widened behind his glasses. He looked at you up and down before shaking his head violently. "If you're sending machines to harass old folks then you came to the wrong place!" He shouted and was about to slam the door shut, but you quickly slipped your finger between the door.

His glare on you hardened and you felt like crying. He didn't recognize you. Who could blame him, he hadn't seen his child in ages and you didn't look like yourself at all. You only sounded the same. Dad kicked your finger but his human strenght didn't stand a chance against your alien robot finger. "Get lost or I'll call the police!"

"Dad, it's me! Remember when you and I used to build birdhouses? You wouldn't let me do anything but hold the wood when you sawed it, but to me, it was the best time I ever had with you." You said and your dad stilled. You quickly dug up another story from your memories but this was even closer to him. "Remember when I was born and you and mom called me Chip? Like a chip of gold?"

He slowly opened the door and took a step towards you. "How do you know that?"

"Dad... It's me. Your little Chip." You said and your dad's eyes widened. You watched how his mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out until he started crying out of nowhere. They were silent tears until he hiccupped and took off his glasses to wipe his eyes. He looked at you and you saw pure wonder in his eyes like someone had performed a miracle before him.

"My little baby...!" He chocked and run up to you, ignoring the fact he had no shoes on and hugged you best he could with your frame towering over his. He was crying out loud and you felt your heart or rather spark ache when you saw your dad, a man who never cried or showed weakness, come undone before you. Before you knew it, you were crying with him and holding him close to you like you were afraid you were going to lose him.

"Oh my child, what happened? What did they do to you?"

"It doesn't matter! I'm here now...!" You said between sobs of your own and you pulled back to look at your dad in the eyes. "Where's mom? I want to see her."

"Chip..." Dad took off his glasses and wiped his eyes before looking at you. "Your mother passed away..."

You blinked and your intake felt like there was something putting pressure on it. Tears or what were close to them emerged again. "W- what do you mean? What happened...?"

"The day you went missing your mother collapsed... I tried to call you from her phone, but I never caught you..." He chocked on a sob and looked at you. "She didn't make it."

You couldn't believe it. The person who brought you to this world, the person who was always there for you and never stopped loving you was gone. She must have been so scared... Tears streamed down and you covered your face with your hands. "No... No! It can't be! She- she can't be dead! She can't!"

You felt a soft tap on your leg and you moved your hands to see your dad looking at you. "She never felt any pain. She went peacefully."

"But...! I was supposed to be there...! She was always there for me and when she needed me I wasn't there for her...! I'm a horrible person and horrible child!" You wailed from the bottom of your chassis and dogs in the neighborhood started barking and lights were turning on in other houses but you couldn't stop yourself from crying.

Your dad wiped his eyes and looked at you. "Your mother loved you so much... She never stopped loving you."

"Dad...! I'm so sorry I wasn't there...!" You looked at your dad and you felt more tears coming. "You must have been so hurt...!"

"I admit, it was hard when I lost her and you... But you're here now. My child came back and that's what matters." He smiled and you seriously wondered how he could smile. Yes, meeting his child who was kidnapped and thought to be dead was a miracle, but you couldn't let go of the sadness. You couldn't let go of the image of your beloved mother. "I'm just... How?"

Your father frowned. "Your mother went to surprise you, but your boss, that slimey Perry, he badmouthed you in front of your mother's face... No parent wants to hear their child being insulted like that. She said she would expose him. He promised to make her living Hell if we said anything about him or you. That's when she..." Your dad quieted down and furiously rubbed his eyes as the fresh round of tears came to his eyes. "That's when she collapsed..."

"Oh dad...!"

He frowned. "I couldn't live in our house after funeral... Not anymore. Everywhere I looked I saw your mother. I quit my job and moved here for a fresh start. And now you're here...!"

"Funeral? Was she buried...?" You asked and your dad shook his head. "Your mother always wanted to be cremated. Actually, hold on..."

He went back inside and came out soon with a silver vase. You didn't need to be a genius to know what was in it. Your dad held the vase for you and you took it carefully like the slightest pressure could shatter it. You looked at the vase and a tear rolled down your cheek.

"Hi mom... I'm back, your little girl is back..." You whispered to the vase. "I'm doing good. You wouldn't believe it's me if you saw me now, but your little girl is here."

"Chip," Your dad cleared his throat and smiled lightly. "I think your mother would be happy if you spread her ashes."

"M- me?" You swallowed. "I don't know where to take her..."

"Well, you're a giant robot now. Maybe you could use that to your advantage?" He suggested and you had an idea of what your mother might have liked. You put the vase inside your subspace and looked at your dad. "I'll take her where the stars are." You revealed and your dad smiled. "She would love that."

"See ya soon dad." You got up and walked to the road so the transformation would be easier and safer and you took off. You left the Montreal behind you and flew above the clouds until you were surrounded by darkness and twinkling stars and when you looked down you saw whole Earth below you. Perfect.

You twisted the cap off from the vase and let the ashes float outside. "Now you're one with the stars mom..." You said and put the vase away. The ashes started to dissolve and grow apart from each other as they spread in the space. You wiped your optic and transformed before heading back to Earth. You had an appointment.

BBBZzzzZZZZ

"Oh man, I wish we never run into that bossy Dirt Boss..." Bulkhead said as the Autobots rested after a night filled with oil thieves and Lugnut. Unfortunately the huge Decepticon had managed to escape somehow while Optimus and rest of the team were helping Bulkhead to fight off Dirt Boss and Constructicons.

"I don't want to run any of those Decepticons again!" Bumblebee shouted and crossed his arms over his chassis. Ratchet grumbled. "I don't want to run into any Decepticon if I could have a choice!"

"Well I don't want to--!"

"Autobots, there is an emergency in the city!" Optimus came running into the factory's common area where bots rested. Everyone picked up the seriousness of the situation when their leader sounded worried like that.

"What is it Prime?" Prowl asked and Optimus shouted. "A Decepticon has taken a human hostage in middle of the Detroit! We must move quickly! Autobots, roll out!"

All five Autobots transformed and drove as fast as they could, using their police sirens to get past the traffic that was forming the closer you got to the inner city. Bumblebee shouted. "Any idea which boltsack it is?"

"The femme sniper!"

"What do we know about her?" Prowl asked but Bumblebee butted in. "We know she has a sensitive trigger finger, that's what we know!"

"We must move in carefully! She has a human hostage and we can't allow anything to happen to them!" Optimus ordered. It didn't take long with the police sirens for the bots to get to the area that human polices had already lined up so civilians wouldn't venture into line of action. Captain Fanzone was one of the first polices in the scene and when he saw the Autobots approaching, he met them halfway.

"About time you came! That con is crazy!" The chubby man of law shouted and Optimus and his team looked up to see the sleek black Decepticon femme standing on top of the skyscraper, holding a human man in her fist.

"Don't worry captain Fanzone, we'll save the human." Optimus said and borrowed a megaphone from the police captain. "Decepticon! Release the human and surrender yourself and you will get a fair trial!"

This caught the Decepticons attention. The black femme scowled at the Autobot leader and shook her hand with human in it at him. "I will not surrender! Not until this scumbag tells what he has done!" She shouted and the man in her hand shouted in hysteria, "I don't know what this crazy bolt is saying, help me!"

"Shut up!" She shouted in fury, "Tell them! Tell them what you did to me!"

"I don't even know you!" The man yelled, but this only angered the Decepticon further. "You got me killed! You killed my mother!"

"I have done nothing!"

"She's hysterical!" Bumbelee shouted and the Autobot medic joined in, "I can't use my magnets, she is too far away!"

"Hey, wait a second!" Bulkhead said and got everyone's attention, "Maybe I should talk to her? She seems to have the closest connection to me!"

"Are you sure that's smart Bulkhead?" Optimus asked and Bumblebee tapped in, "Yeah, didn't she hate your boiler?"

"Hated or not, Bulkhead has the closest connection to her. We should try it." Prowl said and with a reluctant nod, Optimus gave the megaphone to his big teammate. Bulkhead cleared his intake and spoke to the machine. "Hey, I know you hate me but listen! We only mean good and we don't want to fight! Please let the human man go and we can talk things through."

The femme stared the big mech down and shook her fist holding the man. "This man, this Francine Perry stole from his customers, abused his workers, abused me, and killed my mother! I want him to admit what he has done and face the consequences!"

"You don't get justice by force! You need to trust us!" Bulkhead shouted but the femme growled, "Trust is what made me weak! I won't trust anyone again!"

The Autobots closed up and formed a ring to discuss.

"My electromagnets can't reach that high and it doesn't affect organics!" Ratchet shouted.

"I could try and approach her from behind. I just need you to hold her attention." Prowl said and Bumblebee flashed his thumb to ninja. "Leave it to us!"

With a new plan in action, Prowl transformed and drove off, driving far enough that the femme wouldn't notice him and came back from behind. He used his cutting discs to slowly climb up the skyscraper, all while Optimus and others kept the femme's attention on them.

"Save me!" The man, Perry shouted and the black femme's glare on him hardened. "If you don't tattle...!" She opened a couple of her fingers holding the man and his legs hung on nothing. The man screamed and her glare hardened at him, "If you won't tell them then I'll take justice into my own servos!"

"Alright, yes yes, I admit it all!" Perry shouted, "I did it! I overworked my workers beyond repairs, stole from estates and I abused my secretary and threatened her mother with a lawsuit! I didn't mean to kill her, I swear!"

"You slimy pig...!" The femme growled, somehow even angrier than before, but just as she let the man fall to his death, Prowl jumped into action and caught Perry in middle of the fall.

"No!" The Decepticon femme shouted as her revenge was taken from her. The human kept screaming as they fell, but their fall was cut short when Ratchet caught Prowl and the human with his electromagnets. He didn't stop screaming until he was in law's hands as the polices surrounded him and put him in the car.

"W- what is this!?" Perry shouted as Fanzone put handcuffs on him. "This is for the crimes you have committed!"

"You can't honestly believe what I said! I was held, hostage!" Perry shouted but the officer of the law looked at him with disgust. "I had people coming to me about you. They always pulled back until the last notice. I won't let you get away with a crime this time!"

"No, NO!" Perry shouted as the police car's door was slammed at his face. The bots turned towards the Decepticon femme who glared at them from her spot on top of the skyscraper.

"This isn't over...!" She swore before transforming and flying away. The Autobots couldn't follow her with her higher speed but they put her tightly into their memory. Unti next time.

BBBZzzzZZZZ

You landed in a single house's yard and carefully rang the doorbell. A moment went by until the door opened and your father greeted you.

"I saw you on the TV Chip." He said and you frowned sadly. "I'm sorry dad... I wasn't able to get justice to mom..."

"Nonsense my chip of gold." Your dad smiled and touched your servo carefully, "You got justice for you both and even to people who hid in the darkness. You're a hero."

Tears or rather coolant rose to your optics as they fell down your face. "I spread mom's ashes to space." You admitted and your father smiled, "Now she is one of the universe." He said, "You did well Chip."

Despite the sad situation, you tried your hardest to stay happy and positive. Even if your news were grim.

"Dad... I think my time on Earth is over..." You confessed and your father's face softened. "Chip..."

"I'm not a human anymore dad. I'm part of something bigger now. I can't escape the responsibility any more. I'm an enemy of Earth now. It wouldn't look good if I was seen with you." You confessed, much to your sorrow. But your dad just smiled and held your servo.

"Whatever you do from now on, remember, your father will always love and support you."

Tears of coolant streamed down your face as you kissed the top of your father's bald spot before transforming and flying off into the sky. Detroit was your destination and as lost of purpose you were, you followed your instincts.

[soundwavereporting]

day 4 of @prowlweek! today’s prompt was ‘sensory’. 

it’s pre-cosmos/prowl/soundwave! if you’re inclined to read everything preceding this, you can do so here. if you don’t want to? the tl;dr is that prowl ended up on sanctuary station and he, cosmos, and soundwave are in the maddeningly slow process of getting together. 

this fic features absolutely terrible decisions, the most important of which is trying to make important life choices while drinking. anyone still uses the citrus scale, this fic is the cybertronian equivalent of a lime.

five half-lies and one full truth

1. 

If anyone asked (and he were inclined to actually answer) Soundwave would report that he didn’t remember who made the first move. He supposed, lying in a tangle of cables and the scent of ozone, he would have to tell Cosmos the truth. They both would. 

The truth was Prowl, optic bright with copper-infused engex and a sudden burst of bravery that would have put Optimus Prime to shame, had leaned over the desk and kissed him square on the mouth.

“Do you think…”

Soundwave had been in the process of taking another sip of engex, but as Prowl spoke, he paused leaving the glass frozen halfway between the desk and his mouth.

Prowl’s mind was…duller than usual. Toned down. And a little muddled.

But Soundwave still liked it.

Soundwave waited as Prowl mulled over his next words. It wasn’t impolite to take a drink when someone was thinking, was it?

Soundwave wasn’t sure. He could count the number of times he’d been a social drinker on one servo, and each and every instance he had been expected to sit on the other side of a desk and agree with whenever Ratbat said. That kind of social drinking wasn’t particularly conducive to actually drinking.

Hm.

“Things could have ended up differently, if I were you and you were me?”

“Yes.” A simple answer, though he knew that wasn’t the question Prowl meant to ask.

Prowl groaned and took another swig of engex. Soundwave could see the engex crackling in his mind. Watching it was…

Soundwave looked away.  

“If I were a Decepticon…” Prowl glared at his engex. “The war would’ve been over four million years ago.”

Soundwave nodded. He didn’t think Prowl actually wanted him to agree: calling someone like Prowl a Decepticon was a surefire way to get a punch in the face.

“That’s all I wanted to do,” Prowl muttered. “End the war. Save lives. Preferably both.”

Before Soundwave could respond, Prowl started talking again.

“Sorry. I’m not good company when I’m overcharged, am I.”

It wasn’t a question.

Soundwave looked up to watch the stormy clouds circling his head. Prowl frowned, and the scar on the bridge of his nose—

Soundwave heard his fans click on.

He looked away.

“I do not mind. Your—”

“My mind is nice,” Prowl said, though there was no malice in his words. He sounded confused, as though he had never heard those words applied to him before. That was strange—Soundwave knew for a fact that during their time as a gestalt, the Constructicons paid his mind compliments. Vocally and often.

Prowl finished off the glass and set it on Soundwave’s desk.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“My mind.” Prowl rested his elbows on the desk and leaned forward. Soundwave forced himself to meet Prowl’s optic. “Why do you like it so much?”

“I cannot tell you,” Soundwave said. “You know that.”

“But you can show me.”

2.

Prowl was the one who made the first move, but it was Soundwave who knocked the desk over. He had a moment to feel equal parts stupidly embarrassed and foolishly emotional, but any misgivings were quickly quashed by the feeling of Prowl’s mouth on his own.

They fell, tangled, to the floor. Prowl’s engine kicked up a notch, drowning out the sound of Soundwave’s gasp.

And now he was thinking about the desk. Soundwave pulled away to follow Prowl’s gaze—he was looking at the overturned furniture, thinking about flipping tables of all things, how Tumbler used to joke about bolting his desk down except Prowl was never sure if it was a joke or not and—

Soundwave kissed him again.

The distraction worked, but now Prowl was thinking about him, which was a wholly intimidating thought. Without a direct connection (which Soundwave really, really wanted, and was beginning to suspect Prowl really, really wanted as well) the beautiful lines and angles were fuzzy, muddled by noise and engex.

Soundwave loved them

He canceled the battle protocols that had activated when Prowl lunged and was treated to the sight of Prowl perched on top of him. One hand traced the edges of his tape deck—did he know it was sensitive, or was it just something to touch?

Soundwave imagined Prowl’s hand in him. Touching circuits no mech outside of his cassettes were supposed to see, much less touch, tracing the contours of his docking ports.

He shuddered, and sat up to mouth the cabling on Prowl’s neck and was rewarded with a gasp that felt…oddly deliberate. Genuine, but unsurprised.

He blinked.

Number cruncher floated across both their minds.

Were it not for the hot flash of red embarrassment that followed the phrase, Soundwave would never have considered it an insult.

Oh.

“You know what I am going to do,” Soundwave mumbled into Prowl’s neck. “You can predict it.”

“Within a—” Prowl yelped. He hadn’t seen Soundwave lift a hand to caress the sensory panels affixed to his back, Soundwave realized. “Reasonable margin of error.”

“If you can see it.”Soundwave felt the paneling twitch under his hand. Prowl nodded, and Soundwave tasted the sensation of being touched in the back of his throat. “What am I going to do next?”

“Uh.” Again, Soundwave felt the weight of Prowl’s stare come to rest on his frame.

Soundwave hoped he would remember this in the morning. The line between lowered inhibitions and stupid drunk was a thin one, but neither he nor Prowl had ingested enough engex to cross it.

Probably.

“Um.”

Soundwave traced the length of the sensors on Prowl’s back, an action that elicited a hastily-silenced moan. “Do you really want a comprehensive breakdown of your potential actions?”

“Maybe later.” Soundwave drank in the sharp certainty of Prowl’s mind. He’d never given Soundwave explicit permission to snoop, but at this particular moment…Prowl didn’t seem to care. He wondered, for a moment, if Prowl could become to his anchor.

His Ravage.

His Megatron.

He had hoped Cosmos might be willing to accept that role, but Cosmos was…ubiquitous. Cosmos was everywhere, and nowhere, too easily able to slip between Soundwave’s fingers.  

Prowl was clarity in a sea of static. And Cosmos was the static, cocooning him and caressing his spark, fierce and gentle and—

Cosmos was going to hate them.

Or worse…he would be hurt.

Soundwave kissed the edge of Prowl’s jaw and wished could stop thinking. Just for a moment.

They should stop. Right now. Stop and pull away and come back to this when Cosmos was around, and then they could be sensible about this.

Whatever was going on between them, Soundwave didn’t want to ruin it. Prowl didn’t want to ruin it.

None of them wanted to ruin it, and Soundwave and Prowl were about to do just that.

3.

“My turn,” Prowl whispered, and raised a brow as Soundwave obediently leaned back, feeling the chill of unheated metal against his plating.

“Told you to stay out of my head,” Prowl muttered, though his optic widened when Soundwave smiled.

“You don’t mean it. Not now.”

“Tomorrow, when I do,” Prowl leaned forward until their breaths came together in a dizzying, tantalizing mix of near-sensory overload. “What then?”

“Your thoughts will be your own.”

Prowl was far too heavy for Soundwave to even consider attempting to sit up, but he had no real inclination to try.

“We should—”

Soundwave heard a click and realized with a jolt of embarrassment that it had been his own interface protocols coming online. Prowl blinked, but didn’t seem particularly dissuaded.

He tried again.

“We should stop?”

Prowl froze.

“Cosmos,” was all Soundwave said, and Prowl nodded. But he didn’t move to get up, and Soundwave didn’t push the issue. Soundwave manually canceled the protocols and thanked the stars his cables hadn’t already unspooled—manually coaxing them back into his frame might have been slightly more embarrassment than he could handle.

“If you are willing,” Prowl said slowly. “I would still like to know how you see things.”

A little too quickly, Soundwave nodded.

4.

“…oh.”

Soundwave felt his lips twitch. Prowl had gone still on top of him as his mind struggled to process the new wave of sensory data. Soundwave didn’t dare move or touch Prowl for fear of eliciting more sensation than his processor could comfortably handle.

“It’s a lot.”

Prowl steadied himself on Soundwave’s chassis, and nodded. Soundwave peeled back another layer of firewalls.

“It is.”  

The tenuous connection between them was just enough for Soundwave to get a glance at the blurry lines and numbers. Idly, Soundwave tugged at the cable connecting him to Prowl—as much as he would have relished the chance to be invited into Prowl’s mind and spend a few blissful minutes immersed in angles and pure data, this was for Prowl.

The very notion of someone (Prowl) wanting to see in his mind had Soundwave feeling a unique mixture of elation and nauseating anxiety. His fuel tank cramped painfully at the mere notion of rejection, but Prowl—

“Shh.” More gently than he thought Prowl—anyone, save for perhaps Ravage—capable of, Prowl touched the spot on his armor just above his fuel tank. “I understand. I think.”

Immediately, Soundwave relaxed. Several layers of stress-induced color that Soundwave had forgotten about faded. As he looked up at Prowl, the world became dizzyingly clear. Soundwave allowed Prowl to bypass every firewall save for the ones keeping guard over his vital functions. Mentally, he lay back and watched Prowl peruse his datafiles. Amusement zipped across their connection as he realized Prowl was going through his most recent memories, lingering over his reaction to Prowl predicting Soundwave’s movements.

Prowl frowned.

The colors snapped back into existence.

“I’m not going to be Megatron,” Prowl snapped.

5.

“It is not like that.” But Prowl knew that, didn’t he. He was in Soundwave’s head. At that moment, Prowl knew him better than any mech ever had. Except—

“Stop thinking about him.”

“Apologies.” But he hadn’t yanked Soundwave’s cable out of his waist port. Desperately, Soundwave clung to that fact.

“I’m not here to be your leader,” Prowl snapped, saying the word leader like someone might say the word incurable, late-stage cosmic rust. “No. Full stop.”

“Not like that.” But they all had been leaders, hadn’t they? Ravage had led him from the Dead End, showed him a new way of existing that wasn’t just survival. And Megatron had led him far, far beyond what he once would have deemed acceptable. “It helps,” Soundwave offered. “To have someone to focus on. Someone strong. Unique.”

“You said you would stay out of my head.” Prowl’s voice was quiet.

“And I will.”

To Soundwave, the truth smelled like ozone. And Prowl knew it.

Prowl snorted.

“You really like my mind, don’t you.”

Dumbly, Soundwave nodded.

+1

Soundwave felt Prowl give in.

He watched as Prowl leaned forward to rest his elbows on the glass of Soundwave’s chest. Not for the first time, Soundwave was glad the cassettes were out for the night and wouldn’t be expecting him back at the habsuite.

“We shouldn’t have done this.” Prowl made no move to get up. Soundwave watched as he wrapped the cable around his finger, then let it unwind. “Not without…”

Prowl gave up all pretense of respectability and slumped against Soundwave.

“This is hard,”  Prowl mumbled into Soundwave’s shoulder. Soundwave hummed an acknowledgement. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Neither do I.”

He didn’t feel particularly better after admitting it. Enough of the engex had worn off that they were beginning to feel tired—and more than a little awkward.

He wondered how many times they would have to do this dance of engex and lowered inhibitions, only to be countered by the uncomfortable reality of sobriety. It wasn’t that getting drunk with Prowl wasn’t nice (in more ways than one) but…

Soundwave moved to sit up. Prowl groaned his assent and began to slide off, but Soundwave shook his head.

Prowl was very nearly too big to comfortably sit in Soundwave’s lap.

He didn’t mind.

“Tell me,” Soundwave said, and Prowl looked up. “What am I going to do next?”

“Oh.” Prowl blinked, registering the question Soundwave had pushed over their connection. “Oh. Er, yes. I suppose.”

He tasted like gritty engex.

But Prowl liked gritty engex, and Soundwave liked Prowl, so Soundwave supposed it was alright.

[pipermca]

Anniversary, Part 6

This is the last bit of this fluffy, self-indulgent twaddle! I’ll be cleaning this up later and throw it on AO3. :)

Rough draft, hot off the word processor, mind the typos.

An hour later, cleaned, dried and freshly polished, Bluestreak kicked back in his chair on the porch. If there was one aspect of their house that he loved, it was the huge porch that wrapped around the front of the house. They had borrowed the feature from the farmhouses they’d seen on Earth. The Constructicons hadn’t been quite sure what to make of it, but after they saw it in practice they said they started recommending the feature to other clients looking to have homes built on the reformatted Cybertron.

The sun had set hours before, and the yard was dark and shadowed. From the porch, he could see the glow of the optics of the zap ponies in their pasture, and the security lights at the edge of their property up by the road. To the south, skyglow marked where Iacon lay, hidden just below the horizon. Bluestreak had lit the small lantern they kept on the porch for when they sat outside on evenings like this, and tiny glowflies flitted around its cylinder.

“I got into the good stuff. I figured you wouldn’t mind,” Hound said as he opened the door and stepped out onto the porch. He handed Bluestreak a cube and settled onto the glider bench next to him. “After all, it’s a special day. To us,” he said, holding his own cube up to Bluestreak’s.

“Here’s to another 25,000 vorn,” Bluestreak said, tipping his cube so it clinked against Hound’s. “I still can’t believe you’d known me for that long.” He took a careful sip from his cube, and rolled the liquid around in his mouth before swallowing. “Mmm! This is that aged visco that Prowl gave us, isn’t it?” he asked.

“It is,” Hound said, and threw his arm around Bluestreak’s shoulders. He took a noisy sip from his own cube, aerating the liquid as he drank. Bluestreak turned his head to look at the zap ponies so as to hide his smile; he’d always thought that Hound’s method of drinking engex was funny. But he looked back at Hound when the green mech gently rubbed his shoulder where his hand rested. “Did you have a good anniversary? I thought about maybe booking us into a hotel in Iacon and going to a concert or some fancy restaurant, but that isn’t really our style.”

“This was just fine,” Bluestreak said, leaning into Hound’s embrace. “Perfect even. It was the right mix of special and normal. I mean, from the moment my day started it was nice. You told me that story you’d never told me before, about how you first met me... I wish I could remember you, but I guess there’s somethings your memory just doesn’t hang onto. The cabinet was a really fantastic surprise, too!” He grinned at Hound. “Those carvings are spectacular, and I’m still completely blown away by how you managed to get real organic wood for it. I desperately needed a better way to organize all my gear. Thank you for that gift.” He leaned back in the glider and looked out at the yard. “And there’s all the little things, the things I know you do all the time, like washing the backs of my wings where I can’t reach myself, that’s just –“

As he spoke, things clicked into place in Bluestreak’s processor, and his optics widened. The story. The gift. The wash and polish. He looked at Hound and pulled his field in as tight as he could, afraid of what he’d be revealing. “Hound... Did you... Did you perform the Conjux Ritus today on purpose?”

Hound’s field flared with trepidation, but his expression was one of resolve. He set his cube aside on the table beside the glider, and slid off to kneel on the porch floor in front of Bluestreak. He took one of Bluestreak’s hands in his, looking up at him earnestly. “Yes, but it’s not how you think. I know, a long time ago, we talked about becoming Junxies, and you said that you didn’t think that was something you could commit to. And I said that was fine.” Hound squeezed Bluestreak’s hand, and Bluestreak could feel the green mech’s field swirling around him, seeking any hint of how the Praxian was feeling. “It’s still fine. Nothing has changed there. I am not asking you to do anything that you are not comfortable with.”

Bluestreak stared down at Hound. He remembered that conversation, the one they’d had after the war had ended, and they were both just happy to just be alive after everything that had happened. They both said they wanted to stay by each others’ sides, but....

But.

Bluestreak remembered Hound asking if he would like to be joined together as Conjux Endurae... And Bluestreak had said no. Not because he didn’t love him, Bluestreak had hastened to reassure Hound, but because he was worried that solidifying their relationship into something different, something named could somehow... That it could cause him to lose Hound. Bluestreak had lost so much since the bombs began to fall on Praxus. In one of its anguished twists, his processor had managed to convince him that if he and Hound became Conjux, he would lose Hound just like he had lost everything in his old life in Praxus. No matter how crazy it sounded when he voiced it, Bluestreak could not shake the feeling that the very act of committing to Hound would mean that he would lose him.

Anxiety was never rational.

Hound, Primus bless him, accepted this, and had never brought it up again. Until now.

Bluestreak felt his anxiety swell, but he wrestled the feelings back down so that he could think clearly. Or at least try to think clearly. He kept his field pulled in tightly. “I don’t understand. Are you asking or are you -” Bluestreak started to say, but Hound reached up and pressed a finger against Bluestreak’s lips.

“This is not a proposal,” Hound said. “These are not the Rites, not really. The things I did today... I did them because I love you, not because I want anything to change between us.” He massaged the back of Bluestreak’s hand before pressing his lips against Bluestreak’s fingers. “I would do all of them for you, again and again, for as long as you’ll let me, just because I think you deserve it. And I don’t need our relationship to be formalized or codified or celebrated. We know what we have together, and that’s good enough for me, really.”

A half smile lifted one side of Bluestreak’s mouth. “I’ve heard some mechs say that even if you don’t intend the acts to be part of the Ritus, they still count in Primus’s optics.”

Hound laughed, and Bluestreak felt his field relax slightly. “And you’re about a religious as a rock,” he said. He kissed Bluestreak’s hands again. “And besides, I didn’t do all of the acts. I left one out. You know, just in case you made that argument.” He winked at Bluestreak.

A million different thoughts flew through Bluestreak’s processor as he considered and analyzed all of the data that he had been presented. It helped relax him, soothing the anxiety that some of the threads created. Bluestreak’s powers of analysis were nowhere near as advanced as Prowl’s, but engaging those skills helped calm him. He had been an effective sniper on the battlefield because calculating trajectories and targets and windshear and movement took so much processing power that he was left incapable of having a panic attack. Now, after the war, his processor was rarely taxed with that much data. But all of the information, from Hound’s actions that day, to what Bluestreak knew of their history together, to Cybertronian law, to conversations that Bluestreak had had with his therapist Beacon over the past vorn, was reviewed and evaluated until he reached a conclusion.

He could do this. He was sure.

And for the first time, it felt right.

Bluestreak’s half smile became a full one. “And it could also be argued that by agreeing to stay by my side even though I’ve told you I don’t want to become Junxies, you’ve demonstrated the Rite of Devotion anyway. Which would mean you’ve done all four Rites in one light cycle.”

Hound’s field tensed again, and the smile slipped from his face. “Trust me, Blue,” he said. “I would never try to coerce you or guilt you into doing anything that you wouldn’t be comfortable with, and –“

“What if I said yes?” Bluestreak asked. He finally released his own field, threading it through Hound’s reassuringly.

Hound’s field writhed, caught between surprise and shock and hope. His mouth worked silently for a moment before his vocalizer re-engaged. “What?” he asked.

Bluestreak lifted Hound’s hands to his lips and kissed his fingers the way Hound had done to him. “You know how Beacon has been working with me on stopping my negative thoughts?” When Hound nodded, Bluestreak continued. “So, if I apply that here... I resisted becoming Conjunx because I was afraid of losing you. I knew that was irrational, but I couldn’t shake that feeling. So I ask myself: how would I lose you? And the answers were always crazy. Things like: you’d find someone else who you liked better as soon as we became Conjunx, or just the act of registering our relationship would cause the administration to find some reason to keep us separate. Or you’d drive off a cliff.”

“You’re the only one of us who’s driven off a cliff,” Hound said quietly, and Bluestreak was thrilled to feel the tang of amusement in his field.

“Right? And we’re still together, even after that.” Bluestreak leaned down to rest his helm against Hound’s. “So Beacon told me to ask myself these questions, and see if my fears are actually rational. If they aren’t, he said that maybe I should reconsider my first impulse of avoidance.” He vented softly and fixed his gaze on Hound’s optics, just centimeters from his own. “After all... Avoiding something that could bring myself so much happiness is pretty much the definition of self-defeating. So, to stop that, what if I said yes?”

“Yes?” Hound repeated faintly. His optics darted around, and his field flared with excitement. “Yes? Really?”

“Yes,” Bluestreak said, and kissed the tip of Hound’s nose.

Hound squealed and threw his arms around Bluestreak’s neck. “I honestly didn’t think... I mean, I was just fine if... I still am fine if you change your mind, and... Yes? Are you sure?”

Bluestreak hugged Hound in return, laughing along with his partner. No: laughing along with his Conjunx-to-be. “Yes, pup. I’m sure. I want this. I think I have for a while, but my anxiety wouldn’t let me admit it.” He could still feel the old disquiet trickling around in the back of his processor, poking and prodding at him, seeking attention for its concerns. Bluestreak resolutely smothered those thoughts, focusing instead on the armful of happy four-by-four he held. “I can’t promise that I won’t have some moments where I need to be held and reassured that this will be a good thing, but I think that once we’ve got everything done and settled I’ll be fine with it.”

Hound climbed back up onto the glider and pulled Bluestreak against his side. “You know Mirage is going to want to host a party for us,” he said.

Bluestreak huffed slightly and nodded. “I know,” he said. He hated going into the city, feeling much more comfortable out where he could see the horizon in all directions. “Maybe we could host everyone here. Bring them out here, instead of doing it in the city.”

“We can do that,” Hound said. “If you want.” When Bluestreak nodded, Hound leaned over to grab his cube of engex and waited while Bluestreak picked up his own. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me, Blue,” he said, and held his cube up against Bluestreak’s again.

“I have an inkling,” Bluestreak replied, gently brushing his field against Hound’s joyously vibrating one. He sipped at his cube and then said, “So if this is what we’re doing for the 25,0000 vorn anniversary of you knowing me, what should we do for the 25,000 vorn anniversary of me knowing you?”

Hound shrugged. “I have no idea,” he said. “But we’ve got 13,000 vorn to think of something.”

[fireyhotsupertalia]

1, 9 and 5 for Stormy Seas. 3, 4 and 15 from A Horse of Course.

@mx-plugs Thank you for the ask sorry it took so long I was just dozing off and waned to give it my full attention to answer!

Stormy Seas went with the first story in stead of the who au but let me know if you’d like the au I’ll add those answer bellow

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

At the time something really got me into reading fic about the transformers as mermaids and while I was writing an unpublished fic centered around the seekers I wanted to do something with the Constructicons but had no ideas for any fic so request prompts I believe you, Plugs, gave me the simple prompt of Hook/Mer!Scrapper and it worked! Thank you for that!

5: What part was hardest to write?

The part were Scrapper caught Hook without clothing, not to go into detail her to keep safer for work, but Hook had been soaked wet in cold waters and had to remove his clothing to dry them and avoid Hypothermia. Scrapper who’d been knocked out wakes up to catch that and despite Scrapper being an ‘animal’ that doesn’t were clothes it’s awkward for Hook. I like thee scene don’t get me wrong I’m just the type who walks away from second hand embarrassment so I had o force myself to write it.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Yes my rough first draft which I may have saved and might repose I had Hook moving to Maine where Scrapper, more animal mermaid like instead of the half human half fish/dolphin he currently is, sees him and is enamored with him right away, that’s about all I got and I think I was going with Scrapper trying to get Hook to talk to him and they fall in love but I’m not sure. I’ll repose it in a future flash back chapter of “Beyond the Storm” where ‘2 years earlier’ Hook is moving to Maine and Scrapper, the structs, and the town see and meet him for the first time. Might also do a chapter or little side stories like ‘Gale’ were Scrapper is the human Hook is the mermaid….

A Horse of Course:

3: What’s your favorite line of narration? The answer to all chapter 3 “Houdini” I realized But my favorite chunk of narration is

Every mare was now out of their stall, even Bonecrusher looked shocked. Nova Storm and Scavenger were now missing, Breakdown was in Windblade’s stall covered in her hay, Windblade was with Firestar and Nautica all dangerously crammed into one stall, Slipstream was harassing Shadow Striker. Lunaclub and Moonheart stood in the feed room doorway. Drag Strip stood in the cross ties waiting to be brushed and Deadend laid flopped in the middle of the walk way. The only horse still in her stall was Wildrider but it was unlocked and she was eating apples. Oh and that wasn’t were Bonecrusher left her. No when he caught her breaking into the feed room he’d locked her into Warp’s stall, which was now off it’s hinges.

I couldn’t decide just one line from that but it just shows the purr chaos of someone’s trouble making and the personality of the different mares Scrapper houses. 4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

“500 thousand, give or take,” Scrapper said ducking around the gate

I like it cause Scrapper is dodging the question from Bonecrusher of how much his stubborn and snobby horse Hook cost  cause he paid $500,000 which is more than Scrapper’s house and shows how good of racehorse Hook was in his day.15: What did you learn from writing this fic?Well I was writing chapter 3 “Houdini” and I learned that Goat food is dead to horses or an Ingredient called Rumensin is, it damages there heart and even survivor of the poisoning can’t resume normal activities. Yeah anyone who can across this (cause I know Plugs you knows better) don’t feed horses random things it serious I also learned those type of latches you often see on dogs leashes is called a bolt snap

[verdigrisprowl]

July 11 Blurr’s Horror Stream - ASOUE: The Ersatz Elevator

Neither Prowl nor the Constructicons were here.

Whirl was, though! He has returned to Cybertron. And of course, his first priority was horror movie night.

Blurr 9:11 pm ( okay. It sEEMS like I have good one. I think. ) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm ((\o/)) Blurr 9:13 pm ( just let me know if it's really bad. I have to leave one headphone off because my roommate demands attention 24/7 ) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm ((didn't you move to get AWAY from that)) Blurr 9:14 pm yeah but she's 'sad ' right now ] somethin' about her friend with benefits not wanting to be an item ??? ) I'm too cynical for this >>;;; ) Whirl 9:17 pm aight let me know when y'all are ready cos i need to paint A Word Picture for y'all)) Blurr 9:17 pm (I'm waitin' for everyone to be ready, too !) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm ((i'm ready to pop in and go whenever)) VProwl 9:18 pm ((idek if im gonna bring someone ic, go get started)) Blurr 9:20 pm /any. way. Here he is, horrific upgrades and all. Welcome to the pARTY / Whirl 9:20 pm ((ACK, WOULD IT BE easier for you to be IC if i stayed ooc?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm *Soundwave and Rumble drop in, though not before looking into the room with a feeler. It's been a long time. Who knows where certain medics might be roaming by now?* *Coast looks clear-ish. They'll take their seats.* Blurr 9:27 pm / wiggles claws at. He doesn't seem to have many people lingering on the ship this time- the crew is very busy doing their usual business./ VProwl 9:27 pm ((my IC or OOC ness is completely unrelated to anything Whirl does)) Blurr 9:27 pm / though who KNOWS where Ratchet is. Dude is a mystery / Whirl 9:27 pm ((okee dokee, i just wasn't sure, i didn't wanna throw a wrench in the works, sorry)) VProwl 9:27 pm ((prowl stopped coming ages ago. now i can only take constructicons and i don't feel like taking constructicons.)) ((they only come to SOUE to record it for prowl and right now prowl is in full Ask For Nothing At All Ever From The Constructicons mode)) ((so yeah unless i change my mind at the last second im probably only here to watch for myself)) Blurr 9:28 pm (( whenever y'all are ready, I'll start, btw. )) VProwl 9:29 pm ((ready)) Whirl 9:29 pm AIGHT, well, i'm sorry blurr and soundwave & co but there are less people to distract whirl you're going to get Full Force Whirl Presence)) I'm ready, just bout to drag me boy in)) Blurr 9:29 pm (( Do it. )) Whirl 9:29 pm *is just suddenly there in the doorway, blinking slowly. Whirl looks like he’s been dragged backward through a particularly dirty chimney, with most of his plating covered in soot and scorchmarks. Aside from a few superficial scratches and a cracked optic, he actually doesn’t seem to be wounded. The entire weapons array that used to be under his cockpit is just flat-out gone, replaced by a bevy of new accoutrements: a thick collar with the broken end of a restraining pole still dangling from it, two long serial numbers that have been enameled into his stabilizer fins, a handful of broken devices (which seem to be stasis locks and other neutralizing contraptions) cold welded to various parts of his anatomy, and finally, most noticeably, a partially-functioning mode-lock clamped onto his back* Whirl deep breath 9:29 pm Whirl 9:30 pm Any chance I could get one of you to do me a favor? ((A Word Picture is now complete)) Blurr 9:30 pm / snort / I DO owe you one, don't I? What happened to you, hnnh? Get stuck in a jail or something? Whirl 9:31 pm Got it in one. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *Rumble's up on his feet in an instant.* //What the FRAG-- What favor?// Whirl bobs his head in tired greeting 9:31 pm Whirl 9:31 pm Could someone please get this fragging MODE-LOCK off of me because it's DRIVING ME CRAZY. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm *Soundwave lifts up both feelers. Come over, if Blurr doesn't go over there first.* Whirl 9:34 pm *will trot on over and hunker down a bit so Soundwave can reach it easier. ...not that he probably needs to because Endless Spaghetti Arms but still* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm [[Don't move. He'd rather not lose his tendrils.]] *They're going to poke around and beneath the mode lock to try to figure out how it comes off. Might be a little wiggly in there.* Whirl is now making the exact face that his avatar is making 9:36 pm ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *In about a minute he'll have it deactivated and pulled off.* [[Hmm. Do you want this?]] Whirl 9:39 pm No. God, no, by all means, just. Obliterate it. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm [[As you wish.]] *Soundwave hands it to Rumble, who is more than happy to punch it to pieces with a couple hits from a piledriver.* *...The ground might shake a little in the process. Sorry bout that, Blurr.* Whirl 9:40 pm *the VERY FIRST thing he tries to do is transform, but there's too many things stuck to him at the moment and he just kind of. Falls over. Lays there for a moment* *caught somewhere between modes* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm *...Soundwave snaps a pic, silently.*??//Uh. You - you alive?// Whirl 9:43 pm I can't be sure, but I THINK so. *shifts back, and with great dignity, makes his slow way over to the hammock and clambers inside. After a moment he just pokes his head over the side of the hammock* So. How you guys been? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm *Rumble kicks the junked mode lock bits side and sits wher ehe is.* //Pretty good, I guess. Been lookin' into the writin' classes we got on planet. Boss moved to Intelligence insteada the Security Forces. 'N he--// ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm *Soundwave pings him a warning. Rumble resets his vocalizer.* //'N he been doin' good on business. Plus, we found them barnacles. Stickin' themselves to space slugs. Weird scrap.// //But that ain't important. HOW THE FRAG'D THEY CATCH -YOU?-// Blurr 9:48 pm / anyway pretend he zoned out because like I was gone / Whirl 9:49 pm *nods very slowly* Y'know what? Good. Damn good. I--*okay he deserves this yelling* I think someone was tailing me last time I got stuck. Went out to get some stuff for my ship and wham. ...okay it's actually a lot more complicated that "wham" but I got back about... maybe. Six hours ago. I'm a little out of it. Whirl in a sort of permanently half-zoned state, Blurr's in good company 9:50 pm ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm *They both shake their head. They never thought they'd see the day.* Whirl 9:50 pm Hey, Teach? If you got any liquid snacks I'm starving. And I'm gonna eat them all. Blurr 9:51 pm Oh, there's plenty. /motions to table/ We just harvested an entire freighter Whirl 9:52 pm I should've called YOU to come get me. *peers resentfully at the snack table. How dare it be so far away. He'll get it in a second* So. I might... *trails off* Blurr 9:52 pm I can get it. I just invested in a new set of legs. Whirl 9:53 pm ((oh my god the sheer amount of innuendo in this is staggering)) Blurr 9:53 pm /smirks/ Oh, me? I would have ADORED to slaughter an entire jail. Whirl 9:53 pm Again? Damn, Teach, you don't waste time. So. *looks to Soundwave and Rumble* I might... be. In a little trouble. My official story is: I fell down a flight of stairs. Blurr 9:54 pm Waste time doing what? Investing in new legs? Whirl 9:55 pm Yep. Blurr 9:56 pm Well, these ones are more suited for me. The speed upgrades work better with these ones. Less burn in the legs, less broken gears. Whirl 9:56 pm BRB!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm //Musta been some damn important stairs.// ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm [[What is it you require?]] Blurr 9:57 pm Stairs are unnecessary... Blurr 9:59 pm (( Olaf would be one amazing cosplayer )) Whirl 10:01 pm Just don't rat me out to the... I dunno. The space police, or whatever. God, the world changed since I was gone. Blurr? Being... RESPONSIBLE? I mgiht not be in the right dimension, after all. Blurr 10:01 pm / snort / Whirl 10:02 pm *he isn't ENTIRELY flippant about this, as much as he likes to pretend he is, and he's also not so oblivious that he doesn't know what he should do next* Hey, Rumble? Could I get you over here a second? Comm's out. ((time to do everything in my power to get salmonella)) Windchill 10:02 pm (( WHY you do this. Are you eating raw eggs. )) Blurr 10:03 pm My profession is literally stealing and piracy. Windchill 10:04 pm (( Oh. )) Blurr 10:04 pm Police are the last mechs on my speed dial list. K-Kyeheeheh. Well, except that one I bribed... / taps chinplate / Think I might have eaten that one, though. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm [[No mech will hear that you have returned unless you explicitly give him permission to tell them. At least, not from his work unit.]] Blurr 10:05 pm (( the fan. I can't )) VProwl 10:05 pm ((the water aside, i would kill for some salmon rn)) Blurr 10:05 pm (( mood )) Whirl 10:05 pm i bequeath my cosmic allowance of salmon to y'all)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm //Yeah! Sure.// *Rumble wasn't sure if he ought to ask about the hammock, but now that he's been invited over, he'll trot that way - and up, if permitted.* Whirl 10:06 pm *just nods to Blurr and Soundwave, closing his optic. Please enjoy his genuine gratitude* Thanks. VProwl 10:08 pm ((eyyyy bob)) Whirl 10:08 pm *will absolutely help Rumble up and shift so he can get comfortable. He speaks very softly, garnering as much privacy as he can without comms* Sorry for not calling. I wasn't able to get a message out. Blurr 10:08 pm (( I would wear this costume for years ) Whirl 10:08 pm this would be a fantastic cosplay)) Blurr 10:08 pm ( the eyes bobble. I'm screaming ) VProwl 10:09 pm ((every time he says sallmun)) Blurr 10:10 pm ((( I can't. )) Whirl 10:10 pm kdl;de)) u right)) Windchill 10:11 pm *Appears to ruin the evening, sorry y'all.* Blurr 10:12 pm / wiggles claws in a wave. / Windchill 10:12 pm ((Plunger...harpoons? )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm *Good thing it's Rumble and not Frenzy, or else there'd be no privacy whatsoever. Rumble whispers just fine, and Soundwave pretends not to still be able to hear it.* //Hey, nah. Nah. 'S okay. Jus' - glad ya ain't there no more, y'know? 'N anybody's sorry, it's me, on account of we wasn't no help to ya.// ((this food is so vile)) Blurr 10:13 pm ( blegh ) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm *Soundwave bobs his helm at Windchill.* Windchill 10:14 pm *Waves dramatically.* Blurr 10:16 pm Honestly, he's terrible at assassinating people. Honestly. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm ((those teeth are creeping me out)) Blurr 10:17 pm (( they're like way too white )) Whirl 10:17 pm So'm I. *shakes his head a little* Nothing you could've done. Nothing anybody could've done, except me. And I did it. *shifts a little--he might be curling up around Rumble just a little. Just a little* I gotta say, though, Teach--advice for life. Whirl raises his head when he senses Windchill, and gives a very nonchalant nod. "Sup?" 10:17 pm Blurr 10:17 pm Advice for life? You're giving /me/ advice? I suppose I'll listen to yours. VProwl 10:18 pm ((im remembering that post about how tfp starscream's human form would definitely be count olaf)) ((i can absolutely see him performing this song)) ((exactly this way)) Whirl 10:18 pm No, I was saying, the song is advice for life. I might be a little rattled but I'm well aware what it would look like if I gave you advice. Right now. SHINT)) Blurr 10:19 pm Aw, come on. Advice from you is probably the most logical advice I ever hear. Aside from... well. Drift's. His advice is pretty great. Windchill 10:19 pm *Squints at the crispy weirdo that looks like it might have once been...a Whirl.* Whirl 10:20 pm You can never tell him I said this--ANY of you--but... you're not completely wrong, Teach. Blurr 10:20 pm / smirks and wiggles claws in the air slightly / Of course not. I'm an educator, not usually wrong. /is wrong a lot tbh/ ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *Rumble notices and oh-so-slowly-and-carefully readjusts a leg so it's bumped up against Whirl a little more.* //Listen - Frenzy's still learnin' medic stuff. If y'need help gettin' all that slag off, we maybe could try.// ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm //Welp, they're gonna die.// Whirl 10:25 pm Yeah, I might take you up on that. Most of it's not dug in, it's slapped on. Like... glued. But with metal. Except for the thing-- *wiggles one of his fins irritably* Looks worse'n it is. Blurr 10:25 pm You know, Whirl... I'm just saying. I've got a medic that really likes your anatomical makeup. He'd be willing to put you back together and then some. / Piston misses you / Whirl 10:26 pm Oh, PLEASE send Piston after me. I've got half a year's worth of pent-up frustration and I'd LOVE to get it out of my system. Blurr 10:27 pm Oye... no hurting my mortician. Despite his usually... eh. /shrugs/ weird? personality, he's actually quite useful. Windchill 10:28 pm *Sits his giant BUTT on the floor, finally.* Whirl 10:28 pm I'm sure to SOME folks. *peers peevishly at Blurr* Piston just better keep his distance. But in all seriousness, I'm not really hurt. Blurr 10:29 pm Yes, but Piston COULD help fix... everything else. Whirl 10:29 pm Oh shit, was that an earthquake? Oh, wait. No. It was just YOU. *zoops his head out of the hammock to stare accustingly at Windchill* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm //Maybe I oughta stick a pair of Windchill afts where my piledrivers go.// Blurr 10:29 pm K-Kyeheheh. Windchill 10:29 pm *Would retract his head sheepishly, but his collar doesn't allow it. He just bobs his head stupidly instead.* Don't be mean to me. Blurr 10:30 pm You know, it was an offer of absolute honesty. I wouldn't let Piston do anything... odd. He's a bit in a good mood- you're way off his radar. Whirl 10:30 pm You'd be too POWERFUL, Rumble. Windchill 10:30 pm ...This is true. Whirl 10:31 pm Being mean is just how I show affection. Blurr 10:31 pm It's the best way, honestly. Whirl 10:31 pm And... thanks, Teach. I think I'll let Frenzy handle that bit. But, if you're in the mood to hand out favors... mind if I crash here tonight? Windchill 10:31 pm *Shrugs.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm //Yer right. Can't get too strong. Don't want Devastator gettin' jealous of my strength.// Windchill 10:32 pm ...Why not? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm *Soundwave just huffs. Good thing the Constructicons weren't here to hear that.* Whirl 10:32 pm Well now we know what we need to do if we ever got to defeat Devastator. Blurr 10:32 pm /hums and drums claws together/ Well, I suppose we could spare a room. /snort/ Joking. K-Kyeheheheh. Of course you can! You can stay in one of the more suited rooms- furthest from Piston. Windchill 10:33 pm *We need to duplicate his butt and weld them to Rumble's hands?* Whirl 10:33 pm In all seriousness, though... *bobs his head at Windchill again; please enjoy a moment of sincerity* Good to see you. Windchill 10:33 pm Oh yeah? You look like poo. Whirl nods 10:34 pm Whirl 10:34 pm I fell down a flight of stairs. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm ((I FINALLY JUST FIGURED OUT WHO ESME'S ACTRESS IS)) ((that's been bothering me all night)) Whirl 10:35 pm she's been in a lot of stuff! Ella Enchanted, The 10th Kingdom)) Windchill 10:35 pm *Kind of just...looks Whirl up and down with his good eye. The other one is watching the show.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm ((yeah, Sally Peep, heh)) Windchill 10:35 pm Must have been hella stairs. I believe it. Whirl 10:35 pm ((she's such a patoot)) Whirl nods gravely. "It was." 10:35 pm Whirl 10:36 pm Actually I got caught. And had to bust my way out. Which, as you can see... did. But the stairs is my official story. If you don't mind, Teach, I was just going to. Not leave this hammock until tomorrow. VProwl 10:37 pm ((that baby is such a great actor)) Windchill 10:37 pm Ah. Blurr 10:37 pm I suppose. You could do that, too. Windchill 10:37 pm Well. Whirl 10:37 pm she really is, tbh)) Whirl is now going to reach over to those drinks Blurr brought near and start drinking. Just tossing his head back again and again. Like some kind of bobbing bird. LIKE A MACHINE. These snacks don't stand a chance. 10:39 pm Windchill 10:40 pm *Gasps with sudden realization.* Whirl...LIED to me about hella stairs. To my very face. Whirl 10:41 pm *doesn't stop drinking, even while he answers* NO. Surely not. Doesn't sound like WHIRL. Windchill 10:41 pm Yes it does. *Points accusingly.* Whirl pauses just long enough to look innocent. And then goes back to drinking 10:42 pm Windchill 10:43 pm *Slowly lowers his claw.* I'll forgive it...this time. Blurr 10:44 pm how merciful. Windchill 10:46 pm But ONLY, *he lifts his claw imperiously* because I missed the perpetrator of these foul untruths. Whirl finally finishes his marathon run on these snacks 10:46 pm Whirl 10:46 pm Yeah. You just missed him, too. Windchill 10:46 pm Shut up, butthole. Whirl 10:47 pm What's it saying? Windchill 10:48 pm Pure LIES. And hot air. Whirl 10:49 pm Hmm. I believe it. Windchill 10:49 pm Good, you can trust me. *Maybe.* Windchill 10:51 pm *But probably not.* Whirl 10:51 pm *DOUBTFUL* Windchill 10:51 pm *Smiles and flutters his lashes innocently.* Whirl *he un-zoops and retreats back to the sanctity of the hammock* How's the little wriggler doing? 10:51 pm Whirl 10:51 pm ...welp)) Windchill 10:52 pm Little? Whirl 10:53 pm Okay, fair, how's your gargantuan offspring doing? Windchill 10:54 pm That's more like it. She's fat. Whirl 10:54 pm Once I take care of my... whole. Everything, I'll try and swing by. Windchill 10:55 pm Eh, she'd probably recognize you, even looking like that. Whirl 10:55 pm Sadly, I didn't pick up any new and exciting foul language in prison. As unlikely as that sounds. Windchill 10:55 pm I'm shocked. Whirl 10:57 pm Yeah. Apparently I'm *huge claw air-quotes* "Too unruly" and "a danger to myself and others" so I spent a good amount of time out of it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm //Puh. Jus' means they were big cowards.// *Mutter mutter.* Whirl 10:58 pm *snorts* More or less. ...but if you get locked up, I mean. Worse ways to spend it than unconscious. Windchill 10:59 pm I...guess? I mean, I can vouch for that. *Shrugs helplessly.* Whirl 10:59 pm *one-armed shrug in return* And speaking of unconscious I'm... probably not gonna make it through whatever you guys decide to watch next, so. If I fall asleep don't wake me up. Blurr 11:00 pm Piston might. IF you're lucky. Windchill 11:00 pm Good night, sweet prince. I'll knock you out right now if you want. Whirl 11:01 pm Yeah, well, it'll be unlucky for HIM. *hunkers down in the hammock* Thank you, sweet princess, but I think I'm good. And, yeah. I said it, and yeah, I'm gonna say it again, and if any of you guys give me slag about it I'll make you regret it but--good to see you all again. All of you. *Rumble gets an additional nudge* Windchill 11:02 pm You say that now. Blurr 11:03 pm / smirks and wiggles claws at Whirl / Good to see you, too. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:05 pm //No slag, promise. Not about that, anyhow. Gotta pick somethin' better.// *Snickers and nudges back.* Whirl 11:05 pm *snorts at Windchill--it's a genuine laugh. You earned it, big guy* I come back, Rumble, and already you're threatening me. *shakes head mock-dramatically* It's good to be... well. Not home. But whatever this is. Windchill 11:06 pm *More LIES.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm *Looks around.* //A ship, I think. Either that or a big ol' rusty bucket.// Whirl 11:07 pm Well I was referring to this dimension's Cybertron and surrounding affiliated areas but that works. Blurr 11:07 pm Excuse me? Windchill 11:07 pm *Rolls onto his knees. Turns out his giant butt offers little to no cushioning on floors.* Blurr 11:07 pm It's a /great/ ship. And right now, we're not very far from a quadrant that is radiating a power source that I simply /must/ have. Windchill 11:10 pm *Okay, hands and knees. Getting up is hard.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm //You 'n them treasures, pffff. Somebody's gonna trap ya with a fake one day.// *Whispering again:* //Psss. Whirl. Y'want the hammock all to your own self, or's it okay I maybe don't go?// ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm [[Do you need help, Windchill?]] Whirl 11:11 pm Someone, please help Old Man Windchill over here. Windchill 11:11 pm Do NOT. Whirl 11:11 pm DO. Windchill 11:11 pm If I want help I'll ask. I'm a big boy. Whirl 11:11 pm Well OBVIOUSLY. Windchill 11:11 pm But it's funnier this way. Blurr 11:11 pm K-Kyeheheheh. Someone already TRIED to. They missed me, obviously. /wiggles claws/ Besides, this is the real deal. Something genuinely powerful and strong. Whirl 11:11 pm *and lowers his head to whisper back* I'd... like it, if you stayed. Blurr 11:11 pm It radiates across the wavelengths with extremely strong waves... plus, I think it might be something unique. Windchill 11:13 pm *Grunts and deliberately makes a spectacle of getting up, employing as many ungodly creaks as possible since he's been CALLED OUT.* *You must all suffer for it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm *Soundwave just turns his audio receptors down. It's easier.* Whirl 11:14 pm Gnight, loser. I'll call you up when my comms are working again. Windchill 11:14 pm Who...me? Whirl 11:14 pm Yes, you. Blurr 11:14 pm /cackling at Windchill because wow how obnoxious, he loves it / Windchill 11:14 pm Fuck you, Whirl. But okay. Blurr 11:14 pm You know, Whirl, Blaster could get your comms working. You just have to deal with his ... idiocy. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm *He'll trust Rumble with Whirl on this ship for one night. May any wayward "doctors" be crab-pinched to pieces if they come creeping up with laser scalpels in hand.* Whirl 11:15 pm Not likely, you oversized antique. Windchill 11:15 pm *Gasps and clutches imaginary pearls.* Blurr 11:15 pm / Blurr will ensure none of them die overnight / Blurr 11:16 pm You know, you could all stay over , if you'd like. We won't reach the site until late tomorrow. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm *Rumble just nods and settles back in. He's not tired, himself, but it's kinda - nice. Been forever.* Whirl 11:16 pm Mmmmaybe. I'll come bug you about it in the morning. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm [[Ah, no. He has work. It piles up quickly as of late.]] *Up Soundwave gets, with less creaking and clanking than Windchill. He'll be on his way in seconds.* Blurr 11:17 pm Ah. I see. Well, whenever you want to visit. Windchill 11:17 pm *Appears to be thinking really hard if the sudden appearance of stress lines around his optics are any indication.* Blurr 11:17 pm ... You good? / he can't have a lift one eyebrow expression, but he can try. It just looks like murderous staring / Whirl 11:18 pm god bless blurr for trying omfg)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm ((LOL BLURR)) Blurr 11:18 pm (( hE HAS ONE EYE OKAY )) ( GSDNBFKDAFN )) (( He just. He can't lift an optic ridge- he's missing that piece on the other side. So it just looks. So bad bfkjdsfbadsj ) Whirl bobs his head in farewell to Soundwave, Windchill, and Blurr. and hunkers back down. Whirl is sleep. 11:19 pm Whirl 11:19 pm that's why we lovim)) Windchill 11:19 pm I'm leaving. Blurr 11:19 pm (( I feel like Whirl gets his expressions )) Whirl raises a claw but doesn't open his optic. Clicks it like a castanet. 11:19 pm Blurr 11:19 pm ... Pity. Well, next time you'd like to visit, I'll clear the bridge for you. And if you're good at tearing mechs apart, maybe you'll get lucky and find us on a good day. Whirl 11:20 pm if anyone would, I feel like it'd be Whirl)) Blurr 11:20 pm (( Whirl and Drift for sure )) Windchill 11:20 pm *Shrugs.* I have worms. Whirl 11:20 pm he knows a thing or two about making do with limited facial expression capabilities)) Blurr 11:20 pm (( I feel like Drift kinda "I THINK he's confused but he might just be angry. Or both.' )) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm ((OF ALL THE RECORDINGS SOUNDWAVE COULD MISS IT WAS "I HAVE WORMS")) Blurr 11:21 pm ... That's... nice? Whirl 11:21 pm ((HAHAHAH)) Blurr 11:21 pm (( LMAOOO ) / squinting. Drums claws together / Well, have... fun with that? Windchill 11:21 pm (( I'm sorry it was spontaneous. )) I have ONE WORM, *this clarification requires yelling and the puffing out of chest armour.* *And it doesn't make it any better.* Blurr 11:22 pm Why are you yelling? I have one optic, not one audial. Windchill 11:22 pm Because I can and no-one can really stop me. Blurr 11:22 pm ... Bet? Whirl 11:23 pm *still doesn't open his optic, but calls out, muffled* I taught his worm to cuss. Windchill 11:23 pm I only gamble with my life. Blurr 11:23 pm W-what else are you supposed to gamble with? Windchill 11:23 pm ...Most folks settle for money or material goods. Pride, maybe. Blurr 11:23 pm ... Ew. Where's the fun in that? Windchill 11:23 pm *He has none of those so life it is.* Blurr 11:23 pm / glances at Whirl/ You what the who now? Blurr 11:24 pm We /motions to self and adjacent space around him/ are confused. Whirl 11:24 pm I taught his worm to cuss. She beeps. Zori was my accomplice. Blurr 11:24 pm Ah... much better. Windchill 11:24 pm Yeah. Only words she knows are cuss words. And "wub." Blurr 11:24 pm ..Huh. Whirl 11:24 pm *now DOES lift his head, briefly* I'm wub. Blurr 11:24 pm I don't think I've taught Oberyn anything new lately... except not to bite 'Buster. Whirl conks it back down and curls up a little more 11:24 pm Blurr 11:25 pm Well, I wouldn't want to keep you from your... worm. Windchill 11:25 pm Anyway. I'm gonna pretend to not know what tearing mechs apart on good days means, because it's convenient in the short term. My worm, yes. I must return to my worm. Blurr 11:26 pm Well... go on. / waves claws / I have relics to steal. Windchill 11:26 pm *Well, she'd be fine with Chill's better half for an evening, but MORE importantly:* Yeah. Whirl's not gonna get any rest with me here. I must go. *Have another dramatic wave.* Whirl 11:27 pm Joke's on you, I'm already asleep. *muffled* Windchill 11:28 pm You say that now, I'm leaving before I get REALLY obnoxious. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm //Somehow I ain't even tryin' to sleep 'n I been the quietest one outta all you.// *Muffled laugh into his arm.* Windchill 11:28 pm *It's for your own good, Whirl. Easier to avoid embarrassing you with physical contact if Chill's not there.* Whirl 11:29 pm Well, it's not hard to be the quietest one when I'm in the room. ...but I'm still asleep. Windchill 11:29 pm *He is thinking of u, it's just hard to tell.* I'm sick and tired of your lies. *Turns to leave for real, but blows a kiss over his shoulder.* Bye, suckers. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm //Seeya.// Whirl 11:30 pm Later, loser. Blurr 11:30 pm / wiggles claws/ See you Blurr 11:31 pm (( lemme know when I can close chat. )) Windchill 11:31 pm *Just for that you get a loud raspberry sound before he vanishes. His final revenge.* Whirl 11:32 pm I'm done! o7)) Windchill 11:32 pm (( same lol )) Blurr 11:33 pm ( kay i close room now ) Windchill 11:33 pm (( o7 )) Blurr 11:33 pm ( unless somoene is logging ) VProwl 11:33 pm ((i can stop logging when y'all stop making last-minute comments))

[metamercury]

Tf Meme

MEMAGE!

Decepticon, Autobot or Neutral

Like I can say con all i want until the cows come home for their aesthetic but i think we all know i’d be an Autobot. 

I mean, unless i can be an insecticon.

Optimus or Megatron

There are more good Op’s than good Megatrons tbh. I mean, Megs has tfa Megs and bw Megs, which really scores them a lot of point, but Op has tfa Op and bw Op and also g1 Op.  of course Op has RiD Op.... But Megs has mtmte Megs... 

So yeah, objectively. Optimus. 

Favorite Autobot(s)

Deppppthhhh Charge, and tfa Blurr, and RiD Sideswipe, and Wasp before you know, and i feel like i’m probably missing people and i’m sorry. R O D I M U S

Favorite Decepticon(s)

*praying hands* Rampage, every Soundwave, tfa Shockwave, tfa Megs, Tarantulas, Kickback, Waspinator after you know, fucking, Kaon

Favorite Neutral(s)

Wasp, between... you know... 

Favorite femme bot(s)

Strongarm, Windblade, Blackarachnia, Glowstrike, tfp Arcee, and Nickel! That’s a bunch i just really like at least. 

Favorite show(s)

animated and beast wars for sure

Favorite comic series

i liked the tfa comics! and the RiD ones, although did we ever figure out what the Mags’ damage was? 

Favorite human character(s)

Miko and Sari and Denny! Oh, and Fanzone also, he’s gr8

Favorite ship(s)

Okay. 

Ironwasp, Skystar, ShockBlurr, Sideswipe/Strongarm, DC/Rampage, the creepiest Megs/DinoII you can think of, Kickback/getting bullied, Vertebreak/Knock Out please give me Vertebreak creeping after Knock Out’s frame while they’re both in medschool or something and getting such a complex over it they’re from the same fucking universe I AM SO HUNGRY

That... devolved. 

Least favorite ship(s)

Wasp/Bee

Least favorite Decepticon(s)

GIMME A T

GIMME AN A

GIMME AN R

GIMME AN N

(Also, steeljaw)

Least favorite Autobot(s)

Uh, like, there’s a bunch from g1 that i just don’t care about they’re so uninteresting. 

Least favorite show(s)

g1 probably? Like. It’s really boring. Although Fire in the Sky has my fucking heart.

Least favorite comic series

mtmte tho.... 

A character you love that no one else seems to

WASP

also like every bug from RiD except for Chop Shop, who i also love, but so does everyone else. 

Also DinobotII!! There’s POTENTIAL there!

A character you hate that no one else seems to

Like. Steeljaw. Also TARN. I saw someone say something about killing Kaon being a mistake?? 

A MISTAKE???? 

RIPPING SOMEONES HEAD OFF IS NOT A MISTAKE YOU FUCK

Also like, mtmte Megs, and tbh i don’t really give a fuck about any Jazz either. 

A pairing you love that no one else seems to

I feel like most of my ships are pairings that no one else cares about. 

A pairing you hate that no one else seems to

Jazz/Prowl. I just don’t get it. 

Favorite underrated character(s)

W     W A A   A S   S S P      P

Favorite class/group(s) (i.e. Seekers, Scavengers, Constructicons, Aerialbots, DJD, etc)

Insecitcons!!! 

Also like, DJD but lose Tarn. I always liked the DJD

Favorite combiner(s)

This one I am actually unsure of! I don’t fuck w/ g1 that often and that’s where 90% of the combiners is. 

A bot you want to be best friends with

............. Can I be best friends w/ Kaon? I could have a murderous electric chair for a best friend, I think I’d find that lovely. 

A bot you’d want as a mentor

Hmmmmm.... that’s kind of hard. Someone who i think like... has all their shit together and could help me to be a person who has my shit togeth--

Tfa Megs tho. 

A bot you could consider a mortal enemy

I will fucking fight Tarn any day of the week, come at me you fucking nerd. 

Favorite fandom sparklings (if you know of any)

Remember that time I made a Waspinator/Terrorsaur baby and then we decided to name it Dragony because Terrorsaur sucks at naming things. 

The poor, screechy, child

Favorite toy(s)

I really like my tfp Soundwave toy!

Favorite TF universe(s)

Man, i am a slut for au’s I tell ya what. 

How did you get into transformers

I watched the first bay movie w/ my friend and Starscream really disappointed me because I distinctly remembered him being pink. 

So the next day I found and watched tfa. Where he is pink. 

Would you recommend it to others

I mean, yeah, i love these shows. But it’s not for everyone. 

What would you do if the Autobots landed on Earth right now and asked for your help

The fuck am i gonna be able to do to help you? I don’t even have a parking space in my building and i live downtown. I have no knowledge of robotics or computers. Do you want me to like... psychoanalyze people? Is this a 4th wall scenario and you need my knowledge of the tf universe to take down the cons? Easy. Kill Soundwave. 

(but like, if you do kill soundwave can you like give him to me or something? I lvoe him)

[verdigrisprowl]

Aug 28 Dancitron Movie Night - How It’s Made & Fermat’s Last Theorem

Mixed in with the other How It’s Made videos, Soundwave showed one about how potato chips are made out of the pulp of endangered trees, and one about how ketchup is made out of blood, urine, and cocaine, and they went all but completely unquestioned. Alien robots, ladies and gentlemen.

Prowl was the only one who enjoyed the Fermat’s Last Theorem documentary.

After movie night, Soundwave out-mushed every single mushy thing he and Prowl have ever done together. It was glorious.

Today ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm ((pluto can you work w/ me please)) boomtank 8:09 pm ((apparently it says no ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm ((ffs)) boomtank 8:09 pm ((-pats- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm ((also hi XD i'll get ic in a sec)) boomtank 8:10 pm ((oh, no worries, Blaster's kinda dead to the world ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm ((ok so it's just pluto and not rabbit in general. welp time to YT playlist)) boomtank 8:11 pm ((that's a good thing Bevel 8:13 pm ((yay for things not being completely broke ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm *Soundwave is stressed, tired, and contemplating something that scares him to death. This seems like a suitable song to start the night's pre-show on while he sits down.* boomtank 8:15 pm -comes in, and all but drops into a seat, looking quite a bit dead tired- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm *Ah! Must be going around. He nods.* boomtank 8:15 pm -does manage to give Soundwave a wave in response- boomtank 8:16 pm -who would have guessed that setting up a government could be so hard?- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm *Tell them about it. At least nobody's leaping across the discussion floor to throw punches. ... Right?* boomtank 8:20 pm -..............can he come back to you on that one?- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm *...Oh dear.* Whirl 8:21 pm *trots in and assumes his usual seat, with a few head-bob greetings* boomtank 8:21 pm -Slag has hit the fan several times over- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm *Well who let a Dinobot into the government? That was the first bad decision right there.* boomtank 8:21 pm -Right now it would be preferable to have the Dino in there with all the bickering- Swoop 8:22 pm *DID SOMEONE SAY DINOBOT* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm *Soundwave raises a hand in Whirl's direction. This happens right around the same time the twins jump down on him from above with a shout.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm *Whether he was waving hello or pointing at them is unclear.* FakeProwl 8:23 pm *appears. takes seat. slouches back.* Swoop 8:23 pm Bird? 😆 Swoop 8:23 pm Bird 😮 boomtank 8:23 pm -Yes. Get your brother out of a government in the making- Swoop 8:23 pm Biiiiirrrd Whirl 8:23 pm *either way Whirl was comfortably seated before DEATH FROM ABOVE and he springs out of the way in a not-too-0graceful but prodigious leap. And if that chair and/or table aren't secured to the ground they're going flying cos of those flailing legs* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm *Soundwave points to the bundle of plates sitting on a table because what are chairs to the legless.* Swoop 8:24 pm *scampers over to said pile and lays his upper body on the table next to Laserbeak* Hi Bird ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm *Frenzy and Rumble whoop and go flying with the chair and table, but they seem okay despite crashing and rolling. They're giggling.* Whirl 8:25 pm *he will gather up whatever dignity he might have left and approach the disaster area, speaking gravely* Did you two start drinking WITHOUT me or something? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm *And Prowl gets... he gets a nod and a ping. Because he actually showed up, which was more than Soundwave expected after his talk with the Constructicons.* Bevel 8:25 pm *trundles in* boomtank 8:25 pm -is just going to be watching the crazy stuff from relative safety- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm \\JUS' A LI'L BIT.\\

//Not me. I'm this dumb natural like.// ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *They snort and pick themselves up, dust themselves off, and start trying to get things back in order.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm \\YO, BEV.\\ FakeProwl 8:27 pm *what talk? the constructicons have probably already forgotten it happened. they sure didn't tell prowl.* Swoop 8:27 pm You still a sleeping bird? : > ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm ((i will start in 8 m please get your snacks now)) Bevel 8:27 pm Hey! *waves to the twins* Whirl 8:28 pm Hey, Shovel! *he will assist the twins in re-arranging everything properly and plopping into his chair again* Well. Least you're honest, Rumble. *snickers* FakeProwl 8:28 pm *after a delay, he pings back Soundwave. Soundwave is still acknowledging him. That's a good sign in favor of Prowl not having scared him off.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm {{Noooo. Bird awake.}} She pinches the beak piece on his helm with a feeler and cackles. {{You Swoop sleeping?}} Bevel 8:29 pm Hi, Whirl. *grins and finds herself a seat near Whirl and the twins* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm //I ain't never told a lie my whole life.// Swoop 8:30 pm *snickers* Nooooo! No sleeping! Never ever. Swoop 8:30 pm Ratchet say Me Swoop always moving. Whirl 8:30 pm *her company is received with an additional happy head-bob* Is that so? Well. I believe you implicitly. Whirl 8:30 pm You've got an honest face, mech. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm \\HONEST MEAN "UGLY" IN AUTOBOT OR SOMETHIN'?\\

//Get fragged!// Whirl 8:31 pm Frenzy. You... you remember that you two are TWINS, right? Bevel 8:31 pm *giggles* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm \\YEAH, 'N I'M THE HANDSOME ONE.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm *He grins at Bevel. He can hear that giggling. Thank you for backing up his insults.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm {{Swoop big liar liar, beak on fire. All bot sleep, yes, yes. Even Boss~}} Swoop 8:32 pm Beak on fire LOTS. No lying needed kehehhehh! Whirl 8:33 pm *snorts and leans back* Is there any reason you guys decided to dive-bomb me this evening? Some kind of special holiday particular to your dimension or something? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm {{Oooo, then you lying more. Then nobody knowing difference. Good trick, neheh.}} ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm \\I SAID THE LIGHTS WAS WAY UP HIGHER 'N EVEN YOU.\\

//'N then he said it'd be good ambushin'.//

\\WELL, IT WOULDA BEEN IF YOU WAS ANYBODY ELSE.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm //So we climbed 'em. Been waitin'.// Swoop 8:34 pm Me Swoop not a liar. *informatively, not at all put out* Me Swoop tell truth to You Bird. Ask aaaaaanything! : > ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm {{What him Grimlock passwords?}} ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm [[Laserbeak. Stop that.]] Bevel 8:35 pm Tackel-a-whirl Day Swoop 8:35 pm Whatever Ratchet set stuff up with kehehhehheh ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm *"In public," he thinks afterward.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm //New official holiday Bevel jus' made up.// Whirl 8:36 pm *considers this; ambushing someone because it seems both possible and "like a good idea" seems convincing enough to him* Well, you gave it your best shot. Here's a tip: try it when I'm drunker next time. Whirl 8:36 pm *SNORTS* Well. All right. So be it. That's today then, yes? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm [[All right. He found more educational videos about Earth products. We will begin with something familiar.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm This message has been removed. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm *Soundwave cringes ever so slightly. "Hot wheels."* Whirl 8:37 pm *perks up and tilts his head; this is the first time he's catching this series* What's all this? Whirl 8:37 pm ...*and please enjoy the slightest, sly sidelong glance at "hot wheels," Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm \\LIKE. HOW DRUNK? CAUSE I'M GUESSIN' YOU GOT A SPOT WHERE YA FIGHT BETTER LIKE THAT.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm *Soundwave looks absolutely everywhere but Whirl.* Swoop 8:38 pm *commits fully and climbs on top of the table to lay down around Laserbeak* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm *She chatters meaninglessly about this, pleased to have a guardian in case that awful three horn shows up.* Swoop 8:38 pm <3 FakeProwl 8:39 pm *leans forward and chinhands at the screen* Whirl 8:39 pm We-eell... it's an issue of RELAXATION. I am a little bit--just a little now--what you call JUMPY. Conditioned to expect an attack at any second of the day. That happens, after a while. You know how it is. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[Ah. Yes. You missed the last time. These are - well, you can see what they are. He tried to find a variety of subjects - and one you might like.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[That will be later.]] Whirl 8:39 pm So, you're likely to get the jump. It's just... the drunken consequences might be a little worse. Whirl 8:39 pm *he'll tilts his head at Soundwave, but doesn't say anything; he knows he doesn't have to for Soundwave to sense his inquisitiveness* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm *They confer over comms.*

//...Maybe we'll stick to ya bein' sober. Don't wanna get the Boss angry.// FakeProwl 8:40 pm *wonders how similar this is to cold construction facilities. Superficially, they look similar, but he doesn't know a whole lot about what goes on at the inside of those facilities. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm *He was actually hoping Prowl might be able to enlighten him on that subject. He's never seen one either* Whirl 8:40 pm You can always invoke my drunken wrath elsewhere. Consider this--*drpes a claw over his cockpit* An open ivnitation. Whirl 8:40 pm You too, Shovel. You look like you pack a punch. FakeProwl 8:41 pm *he's only had glimpses from news programs and from shortly after his own creation. nothing as in-depth as this.* Bevel 8:41 pm *isn't sure this looks like anything cybertronian she's ever seen or heard about* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm \\WE TRAINED HER.\\ Frenzy puffs up. \\WELL. BEFORE SHE GOT LOST 'N WENT ALL SOLDIER.\\ Swoop 8:42 pm ((cro you are so enthusiastic in tonight's chat!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm ((rabbit why are you c/ping there and the url at the same time)) Bevel 8:42 pm *punches her palm with a grin* Oh yeah. Whirl 8:42 pm Really? You guys've known each other that long? *he looks between the three of them, with interest* How did you lot meet? Whirl 8:42 pm ((soundwave be like "LOOOOK AT THESE COMPACT DISCS!!!")) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm ((i'm feelin good)) FakeProwl 8:42 pm ... I wonder if we've ever a program like this. I wouldn't be surprised. Swoop 8:43 pm Me Swoop remember that bubbly computer. Him Chip have one. And! And! It in movie. In... uhh..... Zoolander. Keheheheh. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm [[He would watch it if one were made.]] Whirl 8:43 pm It is honestly kind of interesting. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm {{Chip. Him not-Spike Autobot human?}} FakeProwl 8:43 pm I'd like to see something like the last segment on cold construction facilities. Bevel 8:43 pm I was born on Cybertron after the war. My creator let me spend time with them when I was still little and now I can spend time with them all I want. Whirl 8:44 pm *nods gravely; he understands full well why someone would want to do that, Bevel* Swoop 8:44 pm YAH! Him Chip have wheels. Him Chip and Her Carly smart. Them hang out with Ratchet and Wheeljack. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm {{Oooo, him. Bird remembers. Him Ravage steal. Neheheh.}} Swoop 8:45 pm Ravage steal Chip? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm =Not ME.= Swoop 8:45 pm Keehee Whirl 8:45 pm I had no idea you lot went that far back. I'll be damned. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm //Well, I mean. It ain't, like. It's - Bev, you explain. I ain't good with time scrap.// ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm *Soundwave glances at Prowl.*

(txt): Facilities still exist? Whirl 8:46 pm *leans back a bit* Ravage! Any chance I could get a drink to go with this history lesson? I got an idea how to pay you back, and it's a doozy. Bevel 8:46 pm Um, oh, I got stuck in other universes for a really long time. For me. Not them. So they did not really spend a lot of time with me growing up after I got lost. FakeProwl 8:47 pm Not anymore. Most were probably destroyed during the war, and any that weren't would have been erased when the world reset. Swoop 8:47 pm Chip nice to Dinobots. Him make funny joke sometime. Her Carly Dinobot friend too. Him Spike and Him Sparkplug ok. Them more Autobot friend. Not Dinobot friend. Her Carly Dinobot friend! FakeProwl 8:47 pm *saw that note* Bevel 8:47 pm Magnets! FakeProwl 8:48 pm *... WILL like this one. magnets~* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm *Ravage rumbles.*

=What's your offer?= Whirl 8:48 pm *nods* Multiverse shenanigans, then. I'm pretty well-acquainted with those. They're why I'm here. ...*pause* And also why I'm very nearly NOT here. Bevel 8:48 pm *has an appreciation of magnets since they can be quite useful in engineering so this is neat* Whirl 8:49 pm @R: This will need to wait until the end of the night, for obvious reasons, but... I need to prove a point. So you wanna just take a hunk off my leg? I need you to let me know the taste, too. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm *Ravage's optics go wide open and bright, BRIGHT yellow.* Swoop 8:49 pm FIRE :V Swoop 8:50 pm *double fist pump* Swoop 8:50 pm *for fire AND hitting things with a stick* Bevel 8:50 pm I am still really surprised I got back here and now that I know where it is I can come and go all I want. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm {{Dinobot got more friend than Autobot, heh. Best friends, too. Dinobot Swoop got Bird friend.}} ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm @Whirl: = We will talk.= ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm *He'll go get that drink.* Whirl 8:51 pm *salutes Ravage gleefully* Swoop 8:51 pm *opens his mouth to argue the point and hten immediately goes hurrrr instead at "Bird friend"* Yeah-ha Whirl 8:51 pm Right on, Bevel. I've no idea how to get back to my own dimension. Doubt I ever will. Swoop 8:51 pm BIrd is BEST friend! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm *Soundwave's mostly just. Watching Prowl watch this one. Quietly.* Bevel 8:51 pm Aw. I hope you do if you ever want to go back. Whirl 8:52 pm Nah. I'm in no hurry. I don't miss it, and I won't be missed. *waves a dismissive claw* FakeProwl 8:52 pm *poker face. but a very attentive, slightly-brighter-opticked poker face.* Whirl 8:52 pm I'd be leaving more important things behind if I went BACK rather than if I STAYED. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm //Ah, c'mon. SOMEBODY gotta miss ya.//

\\WE WOULD.\\ Bevel 8:52 pm Then I am glad you stayed. Whirl 8:52 pm Well--yeah. That's what I meant. You're HERE, not there. Bevel 8:52 pm I would miss you. Who else is going to call me Shovel? FakeProwl 8:53 pm *there was a cog-shaped magnet. prowl wants a cog-shaped magnet.* Swoop 8:53 pm That not blue Swoop 8:53 pm That white ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm {{Heh heh.}} Whirl 8:53 pm *snickers* A damn good question. Bevel 8:53 pm Sparks have electromagnetic frequencies. I wonder if you could make a magnet with one. *bevel no* Swoop 8:53 pm MMMM but BLUEstreak not BLUE either Swoop 8:53 pm Bird Swoop 8:53 pm Why blue things not blue? FakeProwl 8:54 pm ... You'd have to figure out a way to channel the frequency THROUGH the future magnet. Whirl 8:54 pm *but he will nudge the twins; he knows you two would miss him. But before he can think of anything to say that's suitably personal he's distracted by this gelatinous milk what the HELL* Whirl 8:54 pm ...I wonder if Killer would like that stuff. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm *...He likes seeing Prowl enjoying himself like that. Watching things attentively and - now getting into the subject with Bevel. It's... it's... something.* FakeProwl 8:55 pm *would be more bothered by the gelatinous milk if he had any conception that whirl shouldn't be gelatinous* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm {{Maybe that bad batch. Them selling real blue cheese.}} ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm ((....jello whirls)) Whirl 8:55 pm ((OH NO PROWL)) Bevel 8:55 pm Channeling energy from a spark sounds painful. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm \\HE'S SPANKIN' THE CHEESE?\\ FakeProwl 8:55 pm *YOU'VE GOT NO IDEA, BEVEL* Swoop 8:55 pm You Bird talk to Soundwave. You get Dancitron have "blue" drink not blue keheh Whirl 8:55 pm ((the next m!a. Jellywhirl)) Whirl 8:56 pm *SNRK* FakeProwl 8:56 pm It would probably take a very small amount of energy to make a proper magnet, though. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm //Ain't... ain't mold, like. Rot? Organic rust?// FakeProwl 8:56 pm And it IS possible to channel spark energy... Whirl 8:56 pm *as soon as he has that drink, he's going to hoist it to toast the table* To the multiverse. When it's not trying to kill us. *and he will take a nice, long swig* Whirl 8:57 pm I don't know enough about it... but Killer likes peanut butter. So maybe it'd like cheese? Bevel 8:57 pm Maybe it would not hurt as much since it only needs a little energy. Like a pulse or something. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm \\WHY ARE THEY LETTIN' IT GO BAD? DON'T THEY WANNA SELL IT? THE FRAG?\\ Swoop 8:57 pm Mold is bad thing. Her Carly throw out all food in fridge for humans in Ark. Her say "You guys bad, all food old old moldy!" Then smack Spike on back of head keheheh. FakeProwl 8:57 pm And it IS possible to channel spark energy... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm *Rumble and Frenzy raise imaginary glasses and shout "Hear, hear" at Whirl's toast* FakeProwl 8:58 pm *he could make his own magnets at home out of his own spark* FakeProwl 8:58 pm *............ after it's recovered. it still hasn't recovered.* Bevel 8:58 pm I can control my spark some. I bet I could make a magnet if I tried. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm [[Please do not expose sparks in the club.]] Bevel 8:58 pm Not here. FakeProwl 8:58 pm ... Bring your results if you ever succeed. Bevel 8:58 pm Ok! Swoop 8:59 pm Bird make music : > ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm {{You ask her Carly why mold cheese.}} Swoop 8:59 pm K boomtank 8:59 pm -perks up- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm {{Bird make good music, yes, yes~ All self.}} ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm *Soundwave's turn to be distracted and watch.* Swoop 8:59 pm Bird good at LOTS of things! But really really at music stuff : > FakeProwl 8:59 pm Maybe cheese with mold is the same concept as rust sticks. Usually it's bad, but with the right strains in small enough doses with controlled ingredients, it's safe. Swoop 8:59 pm And sneaky stuff kehehheh FakeProwl 9:00 pm *... sounds can have brightness and warmth??* FakeProwl 9:00 pm *now assumes that pipe organs give off light and heat* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm ((PFFFF)) Whirl 9:00 pm *THIS is more his speed; this is ART* Whirl 9:01 pm *he's going to watch with notably more attentiveness* boomtank 9:01 pm ((poor prowl boomtank 9:01 pm ((getting the wrong idea ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm //Pff.// Bevel 9:02 pm *giggles* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm [[Really, Rumble.]] FakeProwl 9:02 pm *instruments are so complicated. Who thinks of these things? somebody comes up with these wild ideas.* boomtank 9:02 pm -definitely more interested in this one, it's an instrument- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm *Geniuses. Geniuses he would give anything to watch and record.* Swoop 9:03 pm How Bird does music stuff? FakeProwl 9:03 pm *prowl's thinking "geniuses" is probably accurate.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm {{Bird making self sounds, yes. Sometimes instrument. Mostly gear, plate, other inside piece.}} Bevel 9:04 pm It looks almost as cool as the marble instrument. Swoop 9:04 pm That upgrades, mods, stuff? Or Bird just smart at doing stuff? Kehhehh FakeProwl 9:04 pm ... I didn't see where the organ produces the light. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm [[He loves the marble instrument.]] boomtank 9:04 pm ....I want one now. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm [[The organ does not produce light.]] Whirl 9:05 pm *his optic expands and he stares* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm {{It secret. Bird not tell.}} FakeProwl 9:05 pm The video said it does. boomtank 9:05 pm ...what? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm [[...When?]] Whirl 9:05 pm ((if u left me a message i missed it sorry WAS GRABBIN POPCORN I GOT BACK JUST IN TIME)) Bevel 9:05 pm I want to make a marble instrument but I am not very good at music. Swoop 9:05 pm Sneaky bird : > FakeProwl 9:05 pm When it was describing the metals used. Tin assists in the production of brightness and lead produces warmth. FakeProwl 9:05 pm Obviously, the heat wouldn't be visible, but we should have seen the light. Whirl 9:06 pm *very softly* Now the tourbillon... boomtank 9:06 pm Not what it meant by that Whirl 9:06 pm *nods* Swoop 9:06 pm Oh it very small thing Bevel 9:06 pm Tiny engineering! FakeProwl 9:06 pm *oh, the watch gears are fun to watch* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm *Rumble watches Whirl and the video by turns. He heard about this stuff from the Boss. This might've been his idea.* Whirl 9:07 pm *he doesn't seem to notice he's being watched* Whirl 9:07 pm The bridge next... Swoop 9:08 pm *sloooooooooowly reaches out with the tip of one talon to poke Bird's side where her feelers are* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm [[It is a word used to describe the timbre of the sound. It refers to the high-frequency content of each sound. A representation of ideas, not a direct translation.]] FakeProwl 9:09 pm *someday it might be nice to have a very precise clock with the moving parts visible. FakeProwl 9:09 pm ... So it's just high-pitched sounds? Whirl 9:09 pm *seems to come back to himself at last and hastily takes adrink* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm [[...Loosely, he supposes. He thinks of it as the feeling they produce when heard. He can demonstrate later if you wish.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm *Rumble watches the drink and wonders if maybe this wasn't a good idea. Whirl's been drinking a lot more lately...* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm *Laserbeak huffs and pinches the talon. You stop that.* Whirl 9:12 pm Heh. Always liked that. "Rotor." Whirl 9:12 pm *fear not, Rumble, the hasty drink was to cover his tracks* FakeProwl 9:12 pm ... All right. *he has no other plans after work.* Swoop 9:12 pm Keehee <3 <3 <3 FakeProwl 9:12 pm ***after stream* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm //...How's a dirt speck fail it?// FakeProwl 9:13 pm ... Hold on, the watch is self-winding? It powers itself by—by jiggling a little? Bevel 9:13 pm Clocks are cool. Whirl 9:14 pm A watch that small--everything has to be precise. Painstakingly precise. Whirl 9:14 pm And yeah--more or less, prowl. Whirl 9:15 pm You can build a watch that uses your own motion to wind the mainspring. Bevel 9:15 pm It even rings. That is really neat. FakeProwl 9:15 pm ... Huh. *THAT'S BRILLIANT AND HE'S AMAZED.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm @Whirl: //...You charged that much for yours?// ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm *Implied compliment ahoy.* boomtank 9:16 pm ((and have the possibility of getting stuck in the corner of your eye boomtank 9:16 pm ((like mine just did. Excuse me a sec ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm ((oh dear)) FakeProwl 9:16 pm ((why's it gotta do you like that)) Whirl 9:17 pm *he stares down at the glass in his claws for a few moments. Rumble's comment draws him out of it, though* @R: Mm? I dunno the conversion rates, but... I mean, probably comparable. Maybe a little more, depending. *another pause* My stuff was may more complicated and ornate than THAT. Whirl 9:17 pm @R: Not that it wasn't a nice chronometer. FakeProwl 9:18 pm *prowl did not know until now that humans put extra lenses on top of their eyeballs* boomtank 9:18 pm ((got the fragger boomtank 9:18 pm ((and it apparently hates me Whirl 9:18 pm *nods to prowl* Remember when it mentioned the "rotor?" That's part of it. That's how you know you got a self-winding mechanical chronometer. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm *They have a rough idea of what that's worth because of what their Boss does to acquire equipment from Earth. Rumble's visor flares bright in shock. And admiration.* Whirl 9:19 pm *with a touch of humor* Even watches are better with rotors. Heh. FakeProwl 9:19 pm Huh. So that would only work with wearable watches, correct? Not wall clocks. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm \\HEH.\\ FakeProwl 9:19 pm ... Unless you live somewhere earthquake-prone, I suppose. Whirl 9:19 pm If you had a clock that was moved around, it could work. It relies on moving the rotor around a pivot--the shift in weight is what does it. FakeProwl 9:20 pm Hmm. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm ((and now for a little fun...)) Whirl 9:20 pm *glances to Rumble; he saw that* @R: Probably seems steep, but business was good. Whirl 9:20 pm ((gimme dem prangles)) Whirl 9:20 pm ((omg HAHAHA)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[...Why?]] FakeProwl 9:22 pm *potato chips are made out of trees, not potatoes?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[What is the purpose of the second line?]] FakeProwl 9:22 pm So a second worker can pat the chips instead of making one worker lean too far to reach the others? Bevel 9:22 pm Why do they use endangered stuff? Whirl 9:22 pm ... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[He supposes that makes sense. And humans are wasteful.]] FakeProwl 9:23 pm Perhaps the trees weren't endangered before they started to be used to make potato chips. Whirl 9:23 pm *he's gonna ask Hiro about this. He's pretty sure he doesn't eat tree pulp* Whirl 9:23 pm *but... it's possible...* FakeProwl 9:23 pm Maybe they consume the chips at a faster rate than the trees can regrow. Bevel 9:23 pm Oh. That makes sense. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *He's seen human spies eat paper in movies all the time.*& FakeProwl 9:24 pm *humans can eat basically any plant and animal that isn't actively poisonous.* FakeProwl 9:24 pm ... What's a wig? FakeProwl 9:24 pm *besides something that goes on the head, apparently. some kind of hat?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm [[He doesn't know. That is why he picked it.]] A wise nod. FakeProwl 9:24 pm I see. *sensible.* FakeProwl 9:25 pm *so far, he's thinking fancy hat.* Swoop 9:25 pm Wig in movie for sneaky hide spy stuff : > Bevel 9:25 pm Hair. FakeProwl 9:25 pm *... a fancy hat of hair?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm \\VENETIAN BLIND? DON'T THAT GO ON WINDOWS?\\ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm //I feel kinda dirty watchin' that.// ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm //Like there oughta be clubs for that or somethin'.// Whirl 9:26 pm Is... this a thing? Where you're from? *glances to him; Whirl already knows that you lot have some weird mouth stuff going on* FakeProwl 9:26 pm *has to glance down for a second. that's a lot of strands to watch moving* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm //...What, smackin' hair around? No. But it's the whole - floggin' thing.// Whirl 9:27 pm Ohhh. Right. That makes more sense. ...I think. *peers* FakeProwl 9:27 pm *... safe to look again? looks safe.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm *He shrugs. He only sort of knows about that.* FakeProwl 9:28 pm ... humans wear fake hair on top of their real hair?? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm \\SO HE'S MAKIN' HAIR RUGS.\\ Whirl 9:28 pm Huh. That's kind of... neat. FakeProwl 9:28 pm ......... Why? boomtank 9:28 pm Cool Bevel 9:28 pm Some humans do not have hair. Maybe they wear them to fit in? Whirl 9:28 pm Costumes. Disguise. Whirl 9:28 pm That's my guess, anyway. FakeProwl 9:29 pm Humans can paint their hair, though. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:29 pm *Buzzsaw heard the word "art". He nyooms down for a second.* FakeProwl 9:29 pm ((ohhh i love glassmaking)) Bevel 9:29 pm *oh hey Buzzsaw* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm //I swear these ain't real words.// Whirl 9:30 pm Punty. Swoop 9:30 pm This look fun Swoop 9:30 pm smelty drop glass Whirl 9:30 pm Hey, Swoop! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm {{You do?}} Swoop 9:30 pm Hi : > Whirl 9:30 pm *points* You're a real punty, you know that? Swoop 9:30 pm keehehehheehehh Swoop 9:31 pm YAH Whirl 9:31 pm *snickers back* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm //How come it don't lose color?// Whirl 9:32 pm Couldn't tell ya, mech. I don't know anything about glass. Bevel 9:32 pm Whoa. Swoop 9:32 pm Me Swoop want to eat them 😮 Whirl 9:32 pm *this is very interesting. Art that's done entirely hands-off, so to speak* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm }}Primitive. But beautiful.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm *Zoom! Back to his sculpture.* FakeProwl 9:33 pm *is reminded of the silica case he told Soundwave about* Bevel 9:34 pm *bye Buzzsaw* Swoop 9:34 pm Bite it ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm ((this one's a little gross, idk if anyone needs to temp step out but if you do that's ok)) Whirl 9:34 pm ((:O )) Swoop 9:35 pm *leans in a little bit to nom Bird, pauses when he remembers BIrd is not a Dinobot..... do not Dinobots gnaw on each other for a joke/entertainment? Hmm.....* FakeProwl 9:35 pm ((it looks like bologna)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm ((...ew)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm {{...What you doing.}} Whirl 9:36 pm *squints* This... definitely isn't a food, right? FakeProwl 9:36 pm *leans over to Soundwave* Cybertronian glass artists don't do it at a distance like that. Swoop 9:36 pm Bite? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm \\NAW. IT'S MEDICINE. LIKE MESH GRAFTS.\\ Whirl 9:37 pm Huh. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *A lean? With a message for him? But that's - that's so much closer than before. Isn't he - is he not afraid?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm *Soundwave debates whether or not shifting closer to better hear Prowl is a bad idea. What if it scares him of-- no. It's an avatar. Of course. It's okay.* FakeProwl 9:38 pm *why would he be afraid? ... other than the usual obvious reasons that he doesn't think about.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm *The usual obvious reasons that he doesn't think about.*

(txt): ...Prowl watched?

*He's seen Buzzsaw work with it, and mechs all over Harmonex, but this is a surprise. Prowl's never indicated an interest in art.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm {{Swoop bite, Bird zap.}} It's not friendly sounding. FakeProwl 9:39 pm No, but I learned a little bit during the case were we arrested one. Swoop 9:39 pm :V Swoop 9:39 pm *why??? Bird???? mad?????* FakeProwl 9:40 pm His hands were coated with... I think it was platinum, so he could hold the molten glass without his hands melting. Swoop 9:40 pm *sets his chin on the table* No Swoop biting ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm {{Good Swoop.}} Pat pat. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm //Uh.// ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm (txt): Prowl has image? Whirl 9:40 pm *peers* Whirl 9:40 pm What did he say this was again Swoop 9:41 pm Keehee ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm //Catch-up?// Whirl 9:41 pm And what is "cocaine," anyway? Bevel 9:41 pm Cocaine? FakeProwl 9:41 pm *hold on. he's watching this video.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm \\...SO ROT, WOOD, 'N BLOOD? UM. ARE HUMANS OKAY?\\ FakeProwl 9:42 pm *this video that claims ketchup is made of blood, cocaine, and urine.* FakeProwl 9:42 pm *a pause. and very confidently, he says,* This video is mistaken. Cocaine is illegal. Swoop 9:42 pm *touches the tippy tip of his talon to BIrd's wing* Whirl 9:42 pm But what IS it? Bevel 9:42 pm It is? FakeProwl 9:42 pm It's a narcotic. Humans aren't permitted to possess, produce, or use it. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm [[Perhaps it is black market catch-up?]] FakeProwl 9:43 pm If it were from the black market, it wouldn't have been recorded for a show like this. Whirl 9:43 pm I... all right. I'm not an expert on humans. But considering that this sort of thing is what they'd make horror movies about... I kinda doubt this is accurate. FakeProwl 9:43 pm I served on Earth, undercover as a police car. People were arrested for having and using cocaine. That part is DEFINITELY false. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm This message has been removed. FakeProwl 9:44 pm *that's it, that's what prowl has a problem with. not the human blood or the souls of the damned.* Bevel 9:44 pm I hope the blood stuff was false. That seems bad. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm //Hey, he remembered!// Whirl 9:44 pm Hm? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm [[...He will have to fact check this later. Perhaps the narrator was mistaken.]] FakeProwl 9:45 pm Maybe. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm //We asked for gold last time cuz the Boss did silver.// Swoop 9:45 pm Oh! Bird. Look! It cave. FakeProwl 9:45 pm ......... Or maybe the ketchup wasn't destined for an American market. Whirl 9:45 pm Oh. Gotcha. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm [[It is not a universal rule?]] boomtank 9:45 pm Explosives? Swoop 9:45 pm Him Beachcomber is geologist ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm \\EXPLOSIVES.\\ Happy sigh. FakeProwl 9:46 pm Human laws vary between nations. I don't know about cocaine specifically, but I do know they have different drug laws in different nations. Some legalized things that are illegal in the United States. boomtank 9:46 pm Ah. Oh wow... Whirl 9:47 pm *returns to contemplating his glass, and his claws clamped around it* Swoop 9:48 pm Wheeljack say Dinobot cave feel like smelter ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm *"Whose"? The smelter is alive?* boomtank 9:48 pm What about the other materials? Swoop 9:48 pm KEHEHEHEHHEHHH Swoop 9:48 pm SLAG Swoop 9:48 pm KEHEHHEHHHEH ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm [[Again: humans are wasteful.]] FakeProwl 9:48 pm *JEEZ, humans. don't use that kind of language.* boomtank 9:49 pm -sighs- Swoop 9:49 pm Slag residue kehehhhehheh FakeProwl 9:49 pm Ah. This video takes place in Canada. Bevel 9:49 pm How do they refine it ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm //...I'm hungry.// FakeProwl 9:49 pm Perhaps the ketchup video happened in Canada too. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm [[You should find the Canada... ite? Laws.]] boomtank 9:49 pm Burn it more? Swoop 9:49 pm BURN MORE Bevel 9:50 pm Lots of burning. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm *Searches through his dictionary.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm [[Canadian.]] Whirl 9:51 pm Huh. Uncanny. FakeProwl 9:52 pm *... so humans put fake lenses over their eyeballs, they put fake hair hats over their hair* boomtank 9:52 pm That is some attention to detail FakeProwl 9:52 pm *... are these "wax figures* going to be used as suits to put on top of people's skin* Swoop 9:52 pm Neck crust ItsyBitsySpyers 9:52 pm //Removes crust at the neck sounds like a doctor problem.// ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm \\LISTEN, I AIN'T DOIN' NO NECK CRUST REMOVIN'. SWOOP, YOU CAN DO THAT.\\ Whirl 9:53 pm *snickers* Swoop 9:53 pm Burn it Windchill 9:54 pm *Appears* Windchill 9:54 pm *Sees Whirl.* Swoop 9:54 pm ((4 weeks fuck off)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm [[...Why don't they just give it a wig?]] FakeProwl 9:55 pm ... So the process of putting hair in a wax figure's head takes four weeks. But— yes. That. FakeProwl 9:55 pm A wig only takes fifty hours. Windchill 9:55 pm *Penguin waddles as if his joints had fused together.* Whirl 9:55 pm *swivels his helm to regard Windchill* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm [[It is inefficient.]] Windchill 9:55 pm *PENGUIN NOISES.* FakeProwl 9:55 pm Indeed. Bevel 9:55 pm Too much time. FakeProwl 9:55 pm ... maybe they charge their clients by the hour. boomtank 9:55 pm Yikes Whirl 9:55 pm What happened to YOU? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm [[That's quite a racket.]] Glance. [[Hello, Windchill.]] FakeProwl 9:55 pm ... They replace their knees, too? FakeProwl 9:56 pm Is there anything on a human that's original? Bevel 9:56 pm *on that note, Bevel's off, probably to gather things and prepare to make a magnet with her spark* Windchill 9:56 pm *Shakes his head with more annoying BRRRRRRRR sounds.* Whirl 9:56 pm Seeya, Shovel. Swoop 9:56 pm > .> Bevel 9:56 pm Bye, everybody! Swoop 9:56 pm <.< Whirl 9:56 pm *eyes Windchill evenly* You can sit with us if you stop that. I am getting EDUCATED, thank you very MUCH. boomtank 9:56 pm Bye! Windchill 9:57 pm *Penguin noises at Bevel in passing.* Swoop 9:57 pm *scritches Bird's back* Windchill 9:57 pm *Tilts his head, appearing to think it over.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm *Bird hums happily. Get all the itches, minion.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm *And a belated nod as Bevel leaves.* Swoop 9:58 pm Them finding dinosaur bone Windchill 9:58 pm *Okay, he'll stop being a penguin and sit.* Windchill 9:59 pm *Even if he looks totally like a penguin.* Whirl 9:59 pm Anyway... I'm guessing organic parts wear out quicker. Need prosthetics more often than we do. Whirl 9:59 pm *a gracious nod at Windchill* Swoop 9:59 pm *also <3 <3 <3 <3 at Bird's hums* Windchill 9:59 pm Sterilized. Windchill 9:59 pm *He's a parrot now.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm [[Meat and bone -are- fragile.]] FakeProwl 10:00 pm *ping to Soundwave; the picture asked for earlier. A set of disassembled hands, photos from an autopsy* Windchill 10:00 pm Blood clots. Whirl 10:00 pm *going to take a nice, long pull from his drink* Windchill 10:00 pm *Actually he's not going to sit.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm *...Do they actually have the platinum on them or... did Prowl just. Send him disembodied hands?* FakeProwl 10:01 pm *one hand has smooth, rounded fingertips; the other had rigid, rectangular fingers, and the gripping surfaces on each finger have different textures. There are traces of different-colored glass caught in the grooves of those gripping surfaces.* FakeProwl 10:01 pm *they have platinum.* Windchill 10:01 pm *He took a bath and so he has to get dirty again; he's gonna lay on the floor like a giant bearskin rug.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm *Nice try. Soundwave keeps this place CLEAN.* FakeProwl 10:02 pm *police badges. Pays attention and mentally prepares himself to ignore anything said by or near Whirl.* Whirl 10:02 pm *eyes Windchill, contemplating putting his feet where they BELONG... decides against it for now* Windchill 10:02 pm *Feet still walk there.* Swoop 10:02 pm Smash! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm *Soundwave is a little too busy being fascinated by all the details to notice the badge one. He'll have to rewatch it later.* Windchill 10:03 pm *Slides and fidgets and tries to wiggle under Whirl's feet. A proper footstool, he will be.* Whirl 10:03 pm *you may rest easy, Prowl, because the first association Whirl makes here is...* I wonder if this is how they made OUR badges. Autobot ones, that is. Windchill 10:03 pm Eh. Whirl 10:03 pm *oh, now he's PURPOSEFULLY lifting his feet to keep them off Windchill* FakeProwl 10:03 pm *Oh. That's safe.* I think they're cast in molds. Windchill 10:03 pm *Snaps his teeth at Whirl's retreating feet.* FakeProwl 10:03 pm The metal ones, anyway. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm *Look at all the differences. Were they created like that? Did they have to learn the differences between the hands, like he did? Why the textures? And the little granules... He would have to speak to Buzzsaw later.* Whirl 10:04 pm I've been through so many. No idea where mine came from. *lifts his feet higher still. A gradual contortion is taking place* Swoop 10:04 pm Blue Windchill 10:04 pm Your badges must be fancy. Windchill 10:05 pm Wait. Whirl 10:05 pm Nah. I mean, maybe highfalutin Autobot high command got fancy ones, but nobody with any sense would give a valuable badge to a Wrecker. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm //Boss still got ours. I think. Right?//

[[Hmm?]] Replay. [[Oh. Yes. They will not be worn again, though. Reminders only.]] Windchill 10:05 pm Do they just stick on? Swoop 10:05 pm Badge? Swoop 10:05 pm Oh FakeProwl 10:05 pm I only got standard-issue ones. Swoop 10:05 pm *scratches at his on his beak* FakeProwl 10:05 pm But Optimus's was custom-made. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm [[It would be.]] Whirl 10:06 pm Pfft. Of COURSE his was. Whirl 10:06 pm ...*side-eyes Soundwave; sympatico* Windchill 10:06 pm Weird. FakeProwl 10:06 pm It glowed slightly, so it would look good on camera. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *Where are they on his list of - ah, yes. Now the gift.* Whirl 10:06 pm *and then looks to Windchill and the twins* What're you lot's made out of? Just normal metal? FakeProwl 10:06 pm It wasn't hooked up to his biolights, mind. It just glowed. FakeProwl 10:06 pm *All of Prowl's police brands were stick-on decals. He's never had a police badge as nice-looking as the ones in that video.* FakeProwl 10:07 pm *... Never will, he supposes.* Whirl 10:07 pm That sounds very like him. Always about appearances, but O was. Is. Windchill 10:07 pm Where I come from it's just engraved into your plating. Crosscut 10:07 pm ((Test)) Windchill 10:07 pm It's not a separate piece. Whirl 10:07 pm ((I SEE YA)) Swoop 10:07 pm Him Prime suck ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm //Yeah, ours was jus' metal. Could get 'em engraved, but.// Shrug. Crosscut 10:08 pm ((I'm not sure if it made the name Crosscut or if it's showing the username but whatever.)) Windchill 10:08 pm So mine is a titanium alloy or something. *He fakes a yawn.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm ((it's showin ali but we will know it is crosscut do not worry 🙂 )) Whirl 10:08 pm ((ye!)) Crosscut 10:08 pm ((Too lazy to change the thumbnail either so yall gonna have to look at this cute bunny.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm [[He has been considering a replacement, but he does not know what to put where they were.]] FakeProwl 10:08 pm ((welcome, crossbun.)) Whirl 10:08 pm Generally not a fan of Primes, myself. *nods at Windchill and the twins* Crosscut 10:09 pm Hello, what are we watching? Windchill 10:09 pm *Rests his head on the floor.* FakeProwl 10:09 pm *oh! Fermat's last theorem. Prowl knows about this.* Crosscut 10:09 pm ((Where are these taking place btw?)) FakeProwl 10:09 pm *it's so cute how long it took the humans to work it out.* Windchill 10:09 pm Aw, math stuff. FakeProwl 10:09 pm *... also frustrating.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm ((Soundwave's place. A club, basically.)) Windchill 10:10 pm *Slumps.* Crosscut 10:10 pm ((Oooh)) Whirl 10:10 pm *reaches over to pat with his foot* Windchill 10:11 pm *Frenchmen AND Mathematics? 100% enemy.* FakeProwl 10:11 pm *the documentary's got prowl's full attention* Crosscut 10:11 pm ((Creepy)) Windchill 10:12 pm *Scribbles on paper. He can do that.* Windchill 10:12 pm *But it doesn't mean anything.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *The documentary does NOT have Soundwave's full attention. Right now. It's got about a third.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *Rumble squints at the screen.* Whirl 10:13 pm *it has 10% of Whirl's attention. He's staring at his glass again* Crosscut 10:13 pm -since no one answered his questions he's just gonna take a seat. A documentary about a math problem? - ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm ((OH OOP i thought that was an ooc question, my misread bad)) Crosscut 10:14 pm ((Its alright, everyone is engaged in...math?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm //Hey! It's some kinda... uhhhh.// ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm //It's. Math.// FakeProwl 10:14 pm ((prowl is probably the only person who's actually engaged)) Whirl 10:14 pm *slow nod* Historical math, or something. FakeProwl 10:14 pm Historical math, yes. Crosscut 10:14 pm I see... Windchill 10:14 pm *huffs. Smells like floor down here.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm ((BTW NEXT WEEK we will have a movie-movie if i can help it)) Crosscut 10:15 pm I suppose that can be, interesting. FakeProwl 10:15 pm It's a wonderful bit of—of intellectual detective work. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm //How come they don't do a buncha computers?/ ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm //Give 'em all sets of numbers.// FakeProwl 10:16 pm The quantity of computers doesn't matter. Crosscut 10:16 pm That's a good way to look at it I suppose. FakeProwl 10:16 pm Infinite numbers are infinite. It's impossible to check every number because numbers never end. Windchill 10:16 pm *Rolls onto his back dramatically.* Whirl 10:16 pm *glances to him* I think you came at exactly the wrong time, my friend. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm *Rumble squints harder.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm //...Sounds fake, but okay.// Whirl 10:16 pm We were watching all kinds of assembly videos earlier. FakeProwl 10:17 pm ... What sounds fake about it? FakeProwl 10:17 pm *does. does rumble not understand infinity.* Windchill 10:17 pm *Raises a hand, even if it's awkward from down on the floor.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:17 pm //I mean. Everythin' ends, don't it? By Unicron, if not other scrap.// FakeProwl 10:17 pm ... Not numbers. Windchill 10:18 pm Doughnut. Windchill 10:18 pm I have a question. Whirl 10:18 pm You kind of have to throw out real-world factors when you get into theoretical stuff, Rumble. Crosscut 10:18 pm I mean, I enjoy the scenes of earlier human life at least. It's funny how quickly that species goes through changes in fashion, culture, technology. Short life-spans will do that. FakeProwl 10:18 pm Anyway, numbers are... conceptual things, not something dependent on physical existence. Whirl 10:18 pm Yeah, Windchill? Windchill 10:18 pm Do people actually dance...in Dancitron? Windchill 10:19 pm *This is an important question.* Crosscut 10:19 pm -snickers- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm //I never been good at theoretical scrap.// FakeProwl 10:19 pm *okay, there's got to be a way to explain infinity.* Okay. Er... Okay. Imagine the largest number you can imagine. Start there. Whirl 10:19 pm Presumably, at dance night. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm [[Yes. He has specific business hours. This, obviously, is not part of them.]] Windchill 10:19 pm Wow. Whirl 10:19 pm *nods sympathetically to Rumble* Me either. That's scientist work, really. Not my bag. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm [[And the speed of human advancement is... fascinating.]] Windchill 10:20 pm *He had to be sure.* Crosscut 10:20 pm It really is ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm *Soundwave's attention briefly diverts from Prowl to stare at the shapes* FakeProwl 10:21 pm *it's not the best rendering of a modular form he's ever seen, but it's pretty good for humans.* Crosscut 10:21 pm Early life if always interesting to see, watch them develop with time. Crosscut 10:22 pm *is ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm //Scientist work... yeah, seems like the kinda stuff Shockwave would get.// Crosscut 10:22 pm ....Do you all, drink at these gatherings? Windchill 10:22 pm Whirl usually does. Whirl 10:22 pm Yep! *hoists yp his own glass* Whirl 10:22 pm Soundwave, about how long is this one? Windchill 10:22 pm *Points, there's your proof!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm [[There are refreshments on the bar. High-grade costs, however. A precaution.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm [[Roughly thirty minutes left.]] Whirl 10:23 pm Mmm. I take this is gonna be your last one of the night? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *Small nod.* Windchill 10:23 pm *He's going to consider this.* Whirl 10:23 pm All right. I'm gonna duck out now, then. *drains his glass* Thanks for the entertainment. Crosscut 10:24 pm Makes sense. -He stands to approach the bar- Anywhere in particular you'd like me to leave the pay? Windchill 10:24 pm Same. Windchill 10:24 pm This place isn't dirty enough to replace my lost dirt. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm [[If you want a filthy bar, try Blurr's.]] Swoop 10:25 pm Me Swoop from 80s : > ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm *Ravage pokes his helm over the bar and stares at Crosscut* Crosscut 10:25 pm ((Shots fired)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm =Here. Barter.= Windchill 10:25 pm I don't know him. Crosscut 10:26 pm Oh... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm *He sniffs at Crosscut. What does he have on him right now?* Windchill 10:26 pm *Rolls back onto his front to get to his feet.* Crosscut 10:26 pm -Just a bit of cash, credits if necessary- Whirl 10:26 pm He's on our C ybertron. Maccadam's. You should visit sometime Windchill 10:27 pm I don't really do bars. Windchill 10:27 pm *Why yes, he IS being stubborn.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm *Well. They can make an exception every now and then. Call it good faith.* Crosscut 10:27 pm -As for items...literally only a few datapads with scripts - ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm *Ravage pats the bar with a paw.*

=We are not too picky.= Crosscut 10:28 pm You use a bartering system here? Whirl 10:28 pm Yep. He's a hell of a bartender, Crosscut. Windchill 10:29 pm Nearly poisoned me once, it was great. Whirl 10:29 pm My advice: bring neat food. Stuff you can't get anywhere but out Cybertron. Fair trade. FakeProwl 10:29 pm *prowl likes this human. zealously driven by The Call Of Math. good motives.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm //...I keep tryin' to think of the biggest number but it keeps goin' higher.// Whirl 10:29 pm Don't listen to Windchill. He just can't handle a Gaugebuster. Windchill 10:29 pm I really can't. FakeProwl 10:29 pm *... SHOW HIS MATH DOODLES, DAMMIT* Whirl 10:29 pm .......you should get a Gaugebuster. Windchill 10:29 pm *Not even a virgin gaugebuster.* Swoop 10:30 pm Me Swoop drink that!! Swoop 10:30 pm And throw up Swoop 10:30 pm It pretty cool Windchill 10:30 pm I made a face, it was less cool. Crosscut 10:30 pm I'll keep that in mind I suppose...-He sets a copy of some previous work down- I don't have much on me at the moment....Maybe some gum if I really dig through my space. Windchill 10:30 pm *Swoop has him beat...THIS TIME.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm =No currency. Dead system. Unsupported.= Slow blink. He leans forward and peers at the pad. Whirl 10:31 pm Well. I think they're delicious. Windchill 10:31 pm Yeah, well. Windchill 10:31 pm We can't all be as tough as you, I guess. Crosscut 10:31 pm I see...Well, I be out of luck today, I'll take note to bring things for proper trade next time. boomtank 10:31 pm -okay, he has to go now, he needs actual sleep- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm *Ravage looks over at Rumble, then down at the pad* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm *He places his paw on it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm =What do you want.= boomtank 10:31 pm -up and heading to the door now. G'night- Crosscut 10:32 pm Oh uh, I suppose whatever you feel it's worth is fine. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm [[Goodnight, Blaster.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm ((puff rumble answered u finally)) Whirl 10:32 pm I mean. That's an empirical fact. boomtank 10:32 pm G'night, Soundwave. Crosscut 10:33 pm Oh Blaster, I didn't see you there! Crosscut 10:33 pm Have a good night. FakeProwl 10:33 pm Exactly. You keep trying to think of a biggest number and it keeps going higher—that's how infinity works. boomtank 10:33 pm ((thanks for the stream. g'night! Windchill 10:33 pm (( Goodnight! )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Ravage slips behind the bar, pad in tow - sorry if he wanted to keep it, but he's gonna have to get it out from under those claws now - and disappears to make something.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm *When he comes back, it'll be with a drink made from some of what's left of Ratbat's best stash.* Whirl 10:34 pm *lingers; Ravage is dealing with Crosscut, and he needs to make sure he doesn't have to pay his tab Right Away* FakeProwl 10:34 pm No matter what number you think of, you can find a higher number. You can always add one more to it, and then add one more to THAT one, and then one more to THAT one. FakeProwl 10:34 pm That's why there's no end to numbers. Because it's always possible to make up a bigger one. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm //...But they gotta stop when there ain't nobody left to count 'em.// Crosscut 10:35 pm -Its fine, it's an older copy. That might be relevant to some but he'd prefer newer ones anyhow- FakeProwl 10:35 pm *opens mouth. ... shuts mouth.* Crosscut 10:35 pm -He nods and takes the drink- Thank you. Windchill 10:35 pm *Quietly penguin waddles for the door.* Crosscut 10:35 pm ((Rumble you tiny smartass)) Windchill 10:35 pm *He might not be the toughest, but he can be

The Fastest.* FakeProwl 10:36 pm ... That's philosophy, not math. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm =Welcome.= Whirl 10:36 pm *LAUGHS* Whirl 10:36 pm I mean--true, but--PFFT. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm *Opens and shuts his own mouth like a dying fish before finally going*

//...What's the difference?/ Whirl 10:36 pm *sorry he's counting that as a win for Rumble* Crosscut 10:36 pm I like it. It might be true that it's more philosophical but it's a valid point none the less. Windchill 10:36 pm *The difference is math is boring.* Windchill 10:37 pm *He's gone.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm ((byeeee ;; )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm *And then an alarm goes off from somewhere upstairs.*

//...Wh-- frag, the chargebacks!// FakeProwl 10:37 pm It's only valid if you think that numbers are a fictional construct of the people who utilize it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm *And he's up and out of his seat, dragging Frenzy with and rushing for the door.* FakeProwl 10:38 pm Rather than a theoretical framework to describe something fundamentally fac... *oh.* Whirl 10:38 pm *blinks--everyone has left before he could say anything* ... *some of them under urgent circumstances. Well.* Whirl 10:38 pm Chargebacks? FakeProwl 10:38 pm *... chinhands at the movie.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm *Soundwave leans closer to Prowl.*

(txt): Tell next time. Crosscut 10:38 pm -Sips his drink and looks around the now nearly empty room- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm =Chargebacks. Wild beast. Pest.= Swoop 10:39 pm *sits up sharply at people running out the door* ?? FakeProwl 10:39 pm *mumbles* I'm not good at explaining. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm (txt): Negative, negative. Minor important matter. Storage shed alarm. Whirl 10:39 pm Oh. Huh. Anyway... so. Ravage. Before I go--you want I should settle my tab now, or later? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm *And then, from outside, EVEN THROUGH THE STILL-OPEN DOOR:*

\\FRAGGIN BARNACLES\\ Whirl 10:40 pm ... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm =.........Perhaps later.= ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm =You should run.= Crosscut 10:40 pm (What's going on?)) Whirl 10:40 pm *yelling* You mean barnac--*stops himself, and in a shocking display of tact, moves away from the central floor where folks are trying to watch the film* You mean, like... PLURAL? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm ((they've been watching whirl's barnacle. it had babies all over the place. again.)) FakeProwl 10:41 pm *looks toward the door?* Whirl 10:41 pm Gotcha, Ravage. ...I might be at Teach's movie night. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm =We talk there.= Whirl 10:41 pm ((most importantly: cos Killer is in love with ravage)) Whirl 10:41 pm *salutes* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *Soundwave just puts his face in his hand and shakes his head.* FakeProwl 10:41 pm *are they being warned to run?? does that apply to everyone? obviously PROWL doesn't need to run but does he need to prepare to protect soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *Ravage slinks over to Crosscut to watch him drink the drink. Gotta make sure it tastes good.* Crosscut 10:42 pm ((Oh my)) FakeProwl 10:42 pm *RAVAGE isn't running. can't be THAT bad.* Crosscut 10:42 pm -He smiled down at him and gives a nod before taking another sip- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm *Rumble would call that a matter of opinion. But he's also got a barnacle stuck to his visor.* Crosscut 10:43 pm Does he need, help? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm *More distant yelling.* \\I'M GONNA STICK 'EM ALL OVER HIS BERTH--\\ ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm =...No.= Whirl 10:43 pm Okay, well. I'll... *hmm. He could just go home, but...* See you guys later! *he'll scuttle off to help with this barnacle situation*

*and as soon as he sees the babies he's going to burst out laughing so loud that everyone in Dancitron can probably hear him* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:44 pm =Better inside. Trust me.= Crosscut 10:44 pm -This all is much more entertaining than the film about math- Crosscut 10:44 pm I'll take your word on that. Swoop 10:45 pm *stares at the door and the yelling* Swoop 10:45 pm Bird FakeProwl 10:45 pm *the film about math is FASCINATING* Swoop 10:45 pm Them need burning stuff? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm {{What?}} ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm {{No! No no.}} Crosscut 10:45 pm Thank you by the way, you are quite the bartender. Swoop 10:45 pm But .... : < ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm *Ravage closes his eyes and rumbles. Good. Goooood.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm =I am learning.= Crosscut 10:46 pm ((Btw I think I did get to a reply for Rumble earlier in the week finally XD Sorry for the massive delay on that)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm ((AH i must have missed it! i will look for it tomorrow o7)) FakeProwl 10:46 pm *... aww. poor human mathematician.* Crosscut 10:47 pm ((Cool beans, just let me know on skype if you have trouble finding it I will link you)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm ((will do 😄 )) Crosscut 10:47 pm Well you should be proud, you'e already quite good. Swoop 10:48 pm Me Swoop good at burning stuff dead, Bird : < Crosscut 10:48 pm For future reference what is usually best to bring to barter here? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:49 pm =Useful repair components. Interesting information. Specialty items.= ItsyBitsySpyers 10:49 pm {{Noooo. No burning shed.}} Crosscut 10:50 pm I see, I'll keep that in mind when I return. Crosscut 10:50 pm I do apologize for not being aware before. Swoop 10:50 pm Why no burning shed? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm *And he IS proud. Ex-Senators tend to be picky, in his experience. It's an accomplishment, for someone with a ruined palate.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm {{It important stuff. No burn.}} ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm =You are new. It is expected.= Swoop 10:51 pm Kaaayy Swoop 10:51 pm *resigned sigh* Crosscut 10:53 pm I have been to quite a few planets with such systems. How is it working out for you all? Running a business in such a lack of true economy, that sounds tricky but rather fascinating. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm =We thrive. It is familiar now. Learning interests, meeting needs.= FakeProwl 10:54 pm *a happy ending* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm =Difficult outside our planet. Still possible.= FakeProwl 10:54 pm *mumbles* You should show documentaries about math more often. Crosscut 10:54 pm I can imagine. FakeProwl 10:54 pm *partially because they were good and partially because it drove half the crowd off* Crosscut 10:54 pm ((Prowl hot and bothered over math over there)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm *Soundwave huffs softly. He would, if only to see Prowl that happy more often.* FakeProwl 10:55 pm ((his natural state)) FakeProwl 10:55 pm *the most content pokerface* Swoop 10:55 pm *could not care less about the math movie, just wants to lay on a table with bird AND ALSO BURN THIGNS BUT THAT'S APPARENTLY NOT HAPPENING* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm *DID YOU NOT SEE THE RULE ABOUT NOT TORCHING THE PLACE SWOOP* Swoop 10:56 pm *HE'S NOT BURNING DANCITRON HE'S BURNING A SHED IT'S TOTALLY DIFFERENT* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm *Prowl isn't slouched and inattentive. It counts.*

*Ravage pings Crosscut a list of some of the things they usually need more often than others. That should help him.* Swoop 10:56 pm Bird Swoop 10:56 pm Me Swoop want story Swoop 10:56 pm about fight Crosscut 10:56 pm -He accepts the ping and nods- Swoop 10:57 pm Fight from last time movie when everyone, when sleepy sleeping bird! Crosscut 10:57 pm Aren't you sick of tales of war by now? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm *Of particular note are textbooks and other educational materials, various manufacturing tools, little bits like springs and gears... etc.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm ((sorry, didn't want the weird scratching and stuff)) Crosscut 10:58 pm -He had plenty of educational stuff- Crosscut 10:58 pm *has FakeProwl 10:58 pm *... oh, right.* You were going to play something that... demonstrates brightness and warmth in sound, right? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm {{Noooo. That secret story. Not here-tell. Tell upstairs. Come, come.}} Swoop 10:58 pm :V Swoop 10:58 pm *is exCITE* Swoop 10:58 pm yAH upstairs!!! Crosscut 10:59 pm -relaxing music, he's enjoying that- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm *Soundwave nods and holds up a finger. Let him double-check on the twins, Whirl, the barnacles, and his orchid.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:00 pm *Laserbeak floats up and heads toward the stairwell. Follow, minion. She has magnificent lies to deliver.* Swoop 11:00 pm *is FIVE THOUSAND PERCENT ready for said lies and scampers after Laserbeak* Swoop 11:01 pm ((l8r nerds)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm ((bye!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm *All right. It looks like Whirl isn't going to run and tell everyone about the Thing That Doesn't Exist. It's safe to have his demonstration.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm *Ravage curls up on the ground near Crosscut's pedes and turns himself into a snooze loaf. A busy workday, making all both of those drinks.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:04 pm *And doing a bunch of other things, of course, but shh.* Crosscut 11:04 pm -Gosh no, he's so cute- ItsyBitsySpyers 11:04 pm *Only when he's not murdering.* Crosscut 11:05 pm -He contently sips his glass, occasionally glancing at the small mech near his feet- Crosscut 11:05 pm -Oh geez, don't tell CC that. He wont be able to look at murder kitty the same way again- ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm *CC won't see if they have their way.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm *Now, how does Soundwave explain this through his mangled speech?* FakeProwl 11:07 pm *can't be THAT hard to explain brightness. He did an okay job giving Prowl the concept earlier.* FakeProwl 11:07 pm *maybe throw in a couple of graphs with sound waves.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm (txt): Higher frequency... pleasant associations, within certain range. Light physical effect. Considered cheerful, bright, similarity: common daytime perception.

*That's exactly what he's going to do. Soundwave plays a nice, clear noise beneath the music playing overhead and shows the matching waves on his visor.* FakeProwl 11:10 pm *nods attentively as he reads/listens* Crosscut 11:10 pm -CC finishes his drink, setting the glass carefully back onto the bar- ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm *Soundwave starts to write something, then glances over at Crosscut* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm [[Thank you. That is more thoughtful than most of his guests.]] FakeProwl 11:10 pm *... can't really tell the difference, but.* FakeProwl 11:11 pm *on the other hand, he likes this song. that's neither here nor there, but.* Crosscut 11:11 pm I should probably get going myself. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:11 pm [[Understood. He hopes you will make it to more of these.]] FakeProwl 11:11 pm Evening, Crosscut. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm ((ya caught the tail end mostly, heh - i try to start around 8cst if that helps!)) Crosscut 11:12 pm I hope so as well. I've been rather busy lately, haven't given myself much time for relaxing social events such as this. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm [[...He would not advise saying farewell to Rumble this time. Unless you prefer having barnacles all over your frame.]] Crosscut 11:13 pm ((Yeah, I usually have table top games today which is why I'm not around much, but today's fell through so here I am XD)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm ((gotcha! well, thank you for coming here then 😄 )) Crosscut 11:14 pm I see, well tell him good night for me than. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm [[He will. Travel safely.]] Crosscut 11:14 pm -He waves and makes his leave.- FakeProwl 11:14 pm *farewell nod* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm *A pleasant enough mech, Crosscut. And somewhat impressive. A politician speaking politely to a minicon? Well. Soundwave would like to learn more about him some day. Now, where was he...*

(txt): Lower frequency, darker. Low, ominous. Vibrations felt within frame. Personal understanding: threat, growl in shadow. Hear, feel. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm *After a moment's hesitation, he turns to face the seat better and plays a deep noise that literally causes the couch to start buzzing beneath them.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm *It doesn't last long. He's too amused by this not to cut himself off with a small shoulder tremble.* FakeProwl 11:18 pm *ah. he feels that.* Is that "warmth" means, then? FakeProwl 11:18 pm *... he doesn't get why it was amusing but he's glad Soundwave's amused all the same* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:19 pm *Nod nod.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:22 pm *...He's being too playful, isn't he. He should - he could have made that more clinical.*

*Soundwave twists back to the way he'd originally been seated and looks down at his servos.* FakeProwl 11:22 pm *Prowl's got no problem with it* FakeProwl 11:22 pm *he Learned a thing* FakeProwl 11:23 pm ... So. Brightness is higher-pitched and metaphorically "light," whereas warmth vibrates your skidplate. FakeProwl 11:23 pm ... Not the kind of warmth I was expecting, but... ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm *He sits up a little straighter, mildly startled by the, er. Choice of words.* FakeProwl 11:24 pm *poker face* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm (txt): ...Soundwave supposes appropriate vibration causes warmth, if applied well. FakeProwl 11:25 pm *... poker face with slight lip twitch.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:26 pm *He looks like he's staring straight out at the wall across the room, but he's actually watching the lip twitch from the corners of his optics.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm *It's such a - a ridiculous thing to want, seeing that. To get attached to the idea of being someone who can put it there, like it has some sort of important effect on things like war or reconstruction or fighting entropy.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm *But he is. Attached to it. Not for everyone - he doesn't much care if some random tricycle on the street laughs at comments like that - but this one.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:31 pm *He's attached to a damn lot of little things he would miss. Deeply. Painfully. Especially if Bombsh... if someone found a way to take them from him. Some of them are related to another mech on another planet, but that'll be its own thought process.*

*And he supposes that's not the smartest thing he's ever done, putting himself in a position to feel like that. But then, neither is letting mechs into the deepest sections of his mind within a few months or signing public records of lifelong friendship.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm *He is, it would seem, not quite as sensible as he'd like to think. Or as Prowl seems to think.*

*That may be a problem, especially if the Constructicons tell Prowl that he's - if they make him think he's working with others capable of controlling minds. Or that he's doing that himself, maybe has been this whole time. It means readily accepting a blaster shot to the spark instead of his outermost armor.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:35 pm *...But if he does any one thing for Prowl before something like that happens, let it be making sure he hears one more truth. Even if it becomes tainted later. Let him have that for just a little while.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm (txt): ...What process, official confession? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm (txt): Prowl requires data recording? FakeProwl 11:39 pm *he gives Soundwave a puzzled look* FakeProwl 11:39 pm ... Well, usually it involves going to a pol—to an ACTIVE police officer, at a police station. The statement is usually recorded, transcribed, signed, and entered into official records there. FakeProwl 11:39 pm Why, what did you do? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:42 pm *Equally puzzled look (which amounts to him staring with only the tiniest head movements to either side). What is Prowl talking abou-- oh. He thinks it's a crime confession? Yes, he would, wouldn't he? Soundwave didn't explain himself and Prowl couldn't read minds.*

*Small internal wince at that last bit.*

*He smooths over it and flicks a hand.* FakeProwl 11:43 pm *okay, so not a big crime* FakeProwl 11:43 pm *petty misdemeanor at worse?* FakeProwl 11:44 pm *he's surprised and a little pleased that Soundwave's looking into how to confess and make up for it, though.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:45 pm (txt): Improper phrasing. Intended meaning...

*And nothing is coming out of his brain. It's all getting clogged up at the filter. Great. Typical. Unhelpful. Aggravating. It's not supposed to be this hard. It's never this hard for anyone else.. Or if it is, they make it look a lot more effortless.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:46 pm *His hands curl to face each other and make a bland sphere that doesn't help. Both feelers slide out to flicker and spin their claws with helpless frustration.* FakeProwl 11:46 pm *Prowl hasn't figured it out, but he DOES know struggling with words when he sees it.* FakeProwl 11:47 pm ... Take your time. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:52 pm *He nods.*

*His own words are as useless as ever. The sting of being responsible for his own inability to speak to Prowl the way he wants drives itself ten feet deeper than the night before. Which is kind of amazing if you think about it, since Soundwave's pretty sure he's not even ten feet thick from front to back.*

*Whatever. He's going to have to try it another way. Prowl won't understand it as well as Soundwave does - it's not much of a shared language, as multiple discussions have proven - but he should be able to get SOME of it.*

*Some of it will have to do.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:52 pm ▓▒░ ♫ Please understand that It's still strange and frightening For losers like I've been It's so hard to say ♫ ░▒▓ ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm *He points to the main speakers and starts burning through files, looking for what he needs. It'll be just a second...* FakeProwl 11:53 pm *oh. music. all right then. Prowl nods.* I'll try to keep up. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQJsBVWrp7c )) FakeProwl 11:54 pm *... and wonder what this strange and frightening thing that Soundwave has to confess to is. now he's thinking less "petty misdemeanor" and more "accidentally murdered one of King Starscream's trinemates."* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:55 pm *Nod. A little of it is going to have to be exaggeration - human beliefs and customs differ from theirs, and there are some things he can't promise even like this - but it's all he's got.* FakeProwl 11:55 pm *well, what allies does he have whose bridges he hasn't burned that he can ask to hide Soundwave while he's hiding from a murder investigation...* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:55 pm *Rumble and Frenzy file back in and go to get a drink. They flop over down by Ravage and then look at the screen. Wh....?* FakeProwl 11:55 pm *... shuts up and listens to the music. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:56 pm *Soundwave quietly informs them of his plan. They stare, but... raise their cubes and grin.* FakeProwl 11:57 pm *... this doesn't sound like a description of a murder scene.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:57 pm *Soundwave might like to die a little right now, if that helps. It would be less stressful.* FakeProwl 11:57 pm *unless Soundwave is trying to say it happened on a swing near dancitron while his deployers watched* FakeProwl 11:58 pm *surely the more emotional references in the song are just... incidental unrelated bits.* Yesterday FakeProwl 11:59 pm ... Right, so. Something that happened here. ... With witnesses. *gonna figure out this crime.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:00 am *...Looks up at the ceiling. Primus, please.*

//Naw.// ItsyBitsySpyers 12:00 am \\SHHH.\\ FakeProwl 12:00 am *glances back. Oh, there are the witnesses.* FakeProwl 12:00 am *......... there are the witnesses. hold up.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:01 am https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvKamqdWTwE FakeProwl 12:02 am *... okay, now the singer is singing about having his arm around his love interest during a movie showing. which is sounding VERY familiar. gives Soundwave a suspicious look.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am *That is a GREAT ceiling. He's proud of it.* FakeProwl 12:03 am *slowly, AS IF HE DOESN'T KNOW* ... Haven't worked up your courage yet for what? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:04 am *More useless hand motions. An angry series of red slash lines ripple across his visor in reflection of his irritation at himself.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:04 am https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxWusykU_Yo )) FakeProwl 12:04 am *a very slow nod* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:05 am *IF PROWL DOESN'T GET IT AFTER THIS, SO HELP HIM.* FakeProwl 12:05 am *annnd his optics are getting. very bright.* FakeProwl 12:06 am *he's comparing it to music now. he's comparing it to music.* FakeProwl 12:07 am *wears the most serious expression as he props his elbows on his knees and covers his mouth.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:07 am *...Prowl is laughing.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:08 am *That's. He's. He's not sure that's a laugh he actually wants to see, for once.* FakeProwl 12:08 am *not shaking. just. just covering.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:08 am (txt): ...Not joke. FakeProwl 12:08 am *no shaking so probably not a laugh he's hiding. quite possibly just the facial expression associated with a laugh.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:09 am *He's anxious. His mind is gonna see the worst.* FakeProwl 12:09 am Didn't think it was. *his voice is a liiittle thinner than usual.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:10 am (txt): What - did?

*That's an awful sentence. Awful. Poorly done, Soundwave.* FakeProwl 12:10 am That is—a—a very adequate way to confess. Yes. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am *And that's put his feelers and hands still. Soundwave will actually look at Prowl now.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am (txt): Prowl - knows? FakeProwl 12:11 am *nod nod nod* FakeProwl 12:11 am *... nod nod nod nod* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am (txt): ...Mad? FakeProwl 12:11 am *SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:12 am *................!* FakeProwl 12:12 am *which dislodges a hand long enough to expose the edge of a smile, before he covers it again* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:12 am *..............!!!!!!!* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:12 am *Soundwave taps the couch between them and points to the speakers again.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:12 am (txt): Important. More listening. FakeProwl 12:13 am More?! ItsyBitsySpyers 12:14 am *Nod nod. He got it across. Now he has to - explain it. What he would want, if he could have it. Or what he'll try to give while he still can.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:14 am https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5pQ4pf8DiY )) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:15 am *That part's a bit of a fib - he's been happy before, and he has secrets left - but he needed the rest of this song.* FakeProwl 12:15 am *and he's offering to give up secrets* FakeProwl 12:16 am *the mouth isn't enough. now it's the whole face.* FakeProwl 12:17 am *even if it's just a symbolic offer, it's a BIG one.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:18 am https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8T-bhioAx4 )) FakeProwl 12:19 am *... oh. those lyrics are... oh.* FakeProwl 12:20 am *he's down to one hand covering his mouth. the other one is groping around for Soundwave's nearest hand.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:20 am *It's still in the air. He lets it drop to the couch. Maybe curls it tight once Prowl finds it.* FakeProwl 12:21 am *there it is. good. squeezes it tightly.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:22 am https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-MBfn8XjIU )) FakeProwl 12:23 am *... and squeezes tighter again.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:24 am *...Finally squeezes back. This one is - he has his reasons to include it.* FakeProwl 12:24 am *The risk of losing one another has been a—a very real risk, in every relationship Prowl's ever been in. And probably ever WILL be in. Too few of his past relationships have ever bothered to acknowledge it.* FakeProwl 12:25 am *It's—very practical—very realistic—to recognize it. To point it out. How many people can do that AND be romantic about it?* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:25 am (txt): That - Soundwave: done. FakeProwl 12:26 am *small nod* ... I'd thought you were going to tell me you'd killed someone. FakeProwl 12:26 am ... Recently, I mean. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:26 am *...Well. He kind of had. 29 of them.* FakeProwl 12:26 am *well besides THEM.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:27 am (txt): Negative. Different confession. Still - important. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:27 am (txt): Prowl deserved knowledge. FakeProwl 12:27 am *nod nod* ... Thank you. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:28 am *He's sort of half-looking at the smile. Wants to see more of it. Can't quite bring himself to stare. He's not sure Prowl would want that.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:28 am (txt): ...Welcome. FakeProwl 12:28 am *and it's still half-covered. for a total of one quarter smile exposure.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:29 am *...No. You know what?*

*He's gonna slip his hand free for a second.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:29 am *And reach for the other hand. You know. To pull it down.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:31 am ((these are DEFINITELY not on his list lol)) FakeProwl 12:31 am ((accidentally stole tarantulas's list)) FakeProwl 12:31 am *lets Soundwave pull his other hand down.* FakeProwl 12:32 am *This is an avatar. He COULD just disconnect the auto expression generators and switch his face back to neutral. He WANTS to. He really does.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:32 am *Gratitude ping. He'll take a moment to go ahead and look full on. The song did say "like I'm gonna lose you," and he would hate to do that without seeing it first. But he won't stare for longer than that.* FakeProwl 12:32 am *But he doesn't. He'll give Soundwave this.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:38 am (txt): ...Prowl can cover again. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:38 am (txt): More deserved, always. FakeProwl 12:38 am *hides face against Soundwave's large, flat upper arm. Perfect shield.* Thanks. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:40 am *He reaches to pet Prowl's helm with his free arm... then thinks better of it. The Bombshell accusations are still ringing in his mind.*

*He pets Prowl's shoulder instead.* FakeProwl 12:42 am *deep breath in. slow sigh.* FakeProwl 12:44 am ... Well. This is unfortunate. FakeProwl 12:44 am I'd hoped that ONE of us would be able to maintain a higher degree of objectivity until we'd been together... oh... at least two or three centuries. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:45 am *Soundwave leaned back a little bit to get a view of Prowl that wasn't blocked by a shoulder or provided by a blurry feeler optic.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:45 am (txt): ...Unfortunate? FakeProwl 12:45 am That we're both officially—well—you know. Emotionally. FakeProwl 12:47 am Relationships with greater long-term compatibility slowly move up to that emotional plateau. If it happens rapidly, it's—infatuation, which peaks quickly and then destabilizes. It's not *impossible* to have a stable relationship come out from an early infatuation, but it's harder to set a stable foundation for an ongoing relationship if the early years are spent not regarding the relationship objectively, but being......... *searches for word.* FakeProwl 12:47 am ... twitterpated. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:47 am (txt): Prowl does not - is not--

*There they go again, slipping out of his grasp once more. Prowl was disappointed? Prowl thought he was insensible.*

*...Prowl thought it would stop soon.* FakeProwl 12:49 am ... But, we're here now. We can work with this. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:49 am *He looks down at his pedes.*

(txt): Soundwave apologizes. FakeProwl 12:49 am Don't. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:49 am *But.* FakeProwl 12:49 am ... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—that's—that's not what you wanted to hear. Not what anyone would want to hear. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:59 am *No. No it wasn't. It was true, because of course it was; it'd been part of what terrified him to say it now.*

*But what else was he supposed to do, if not this? He'd agreed not to lie to Prowl.*

(txt): ...Will attempt future sensibility, stability. If proven failure: inevitable, Soundwave - minimizes fallout. FakeProwl 1:01 am ... You don't have to do that alone. We're both in this together. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:01 am *Small nod. Okay. He would like to not be alone in that.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:02 am (txt): ...Request: Stay? FakeProwl 1:02 am Besides, we're both largely rational, practical people. If anyone can manage get through the initial infatuation stage with an intact, stable relationship, we would have better odds than most. FakeProwl 1:03 am ... Of course. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:03 am *Soft huff. Flatterer.*

(txt): This, official calculation? FakeProwl 1:03 am Naturally. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:04 am *Just this side of crushing the hand, he's squeezing it so tight. That's. Oddly comforting.*

(txt): Soundwave trusts. FakeProwl 1:05 am ... *pingpingping.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:05 am ((BAD YOUTUBE)) FakeProwl 1:05 am ((and yet, an oddly fitting rickroll)) ItsyBitsySpyers 1:05 am *Ping.* ........... ........... ........... *Ping ping.* FakeProwl 1:06 am *scoots over so he can lean more heavily on Soundwave* FakeProwl 1:07 am *... is their audience still there? glances back.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:07 am *....The audience is still there and has, in fact, grown to include all possible members.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:08 am //Don't stop on her account// Rumble jerks his thumb at Laserbeak. //Heh.// ItsyBitsySpyers 1:08 am *She blats and flies upstairs. Well, Prowl didn't crush the Boss' spark. She doesn't have to kill him.* FakeProwl 1:09 am ... You've been very well behaved. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:09 am //Weren'tcha listenin'? It said we promised to be quiet.// FakeProwl 1:09 am I suppose so. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:10 am *Frenzy busts into laughter then and pushes himself onto his pedes, dusting his knees off.*

\\NIGHT, BOSS. SEEYA, PROWL.\\ FakeProwl 1:10 am *nods to them* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:10 am *He motions to the others and jogs up the stairs. That was like a year's worth of mush tolerance used up tonight.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:11 am *They follow, Rumble walking backward and holding a thumbs-up in Soundwave's direction as they go. And disappear upstairs.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:12 am *Soundwave shakes his helm and tugs Prowl into a more invasive lean than he's already got going.* FakeProwl 1:13 am *how gracefully can Prowl slide that lean into sitting on Soundwave's lap? spoiler: the answer is irrelevant, because he's going to do it anyway.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:14 am *Irrelevant or not, he'll get as much help as he needs from Soundwave's feelers to make it more graceful than Prowl has any right being.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:14 am *Maybe a touch of reverence as well.* FakeProwl 1:16 am *leans his helm against Soundwave's shoulder. good. he can stay here a while.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:17 am *Soundwave nuzzles the side of Prowl's helm - that's okay; it's not hands where they don't belong - and wraps his arms around Prowl's back, lacing his fingers together. This is his now.* FakeProwl 1:18 am *similarly wraps arms around Soundwave's waist. And this is his.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:22 am *No. Wait. Give him one of those arms. Don't worry; he won't move his. The thing poking at it is a feeler.* FakeProwl 1:24 am *okay, the arm is soundwave's. what'e he going to do with it?* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:25 am *Lift it up to the minuscule visor release buttons and stroke a thumb over the back of Prowl's hand in encouragement.* FakeProwl 1:27 am *oh!! yes! Prowl eagerly clicks the buttons.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:33 am *It comes off quite easily. What Prowl does with it after that is more or less up to him, as long as he doesn't break or steal it. Soundwave's too busy rubbing his bare face against Prowl's cheek to really care right now.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:35 am *He'd kiss Prowl properly, but, er. Considering the last time someone did that here, he should. Probably keep it a little lighter tonight.* FakeProwl 1:35 am *it's going to get deposited somewhere on the couch so Prowl can wrap an arm over Soundwave's shoulder and nuzzle him back.* FakeProwl 1:37 am *Prowl has no such qualms about the potential risks of kissing. Before long, he's turning his nuzzle to press a light kiss to the corner of Soundwave's mouth.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:45 am *Oh. Well, he can't say no to that now that it's there. That is, he could, but like hell does he want to.*

*The nearest mandible pops loose to tap at Prowl's mouth in the hopes of startling him into opening it. If it succeeds, Soundwave will catch Prowl's lower lip in his fangs and hold on for a split second before delivering a gentler kiss of his own. Crinkly optics and all.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:46 am *-Cupholders.- Heh.* FakeProwl 1:50 am *He opens, but less because he's startled and more because he's hoping to get caught. He kisses back even as Soundwave's fangs have his lower lip trapped.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:00 am *He's caught all right. Soundwave gives it a little tug and cracks a wide smile after the kiss, enjoying the way the faint purple light from his fangs colors a streak across Prowl's face. He couldn't be more thankful that Prowl isn't afraid of how he looks if he tried.*

*He hopes Prowl isn't afraid of the dark either, because things are going to get confusing in just a second.*

(txt): Hold tight.

*One second, there's a flash of blue-green between Soundwave's back and the couch. It's gone come the next, replaced by near-total darkness. Nothing much changes aside from that. There's a small metallic clunk, and the smallest of jarring motions, but honestly? They might as well not have moved at all.* FakeProwl 2:05 am *Prowl's already holding pretty tight, but what f—?*

*Prowl knows SOMETHING happened; the holomatter avatar generator registers that his avatar has spontaneously changed locations. But no, no sensation of movement. Had they bridged? Where? It had to be in the same facility if his avatar was still working. He pulls back just enough to try to look around in the darkness.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:06 am *The only such luck Prowl will have is making out the outlines of the portion of the piece of furniture they're sitting on, and mostly due to Soundwave's brighter-than-usual biolights at that.*

*It would appear they are sitting on a berth.* FakeProwl 2:07 am *So it would. And he's got a guess he knows whose berth it is.* FakeProwl 2:07 am ... Are we here for napping, or for a demonstration about the warmth of vibrations? ItsyBitsySpyers 2:08 am *Soundwave vents against Prowl's mouth, the closest to an actual laugh he's ever come where Prowl could witness it.*

(txt): Prowl's choice. FakeProwl 2:16 am *Oh. He got to actually FEEL one of Soundwave's little huffs. Beautiful. He nuzzled against it* FakeProwl 2:17 am *It took a long moment of hard thought, but,* ... Demonstration next time. *Because right now, he just wanted to hold on and hold still.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:21 am *Why Prowl likes something practically nonexistent, he'll never know, but so be it. Little nibbles in response.*

(txt): Acknowledged.

*He slowly eases them both back into a better resting position, though, spines withdrawn so he can lay down. Prowl can keep holding on if he wishes. The backpack forces enough space between Soundwave and the berth that Prowl's hands would still pretty much fit.* FakeProwl 2:22 am *The rare blessings of large back kibble. He settles down with Soundwave and keeps his hands slid around Soundwave's back.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:22 am *And just in case he falls into recharge like this before Prowl has to go... something he said once before. This time, intentionally.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:23 am (txt): To-tasnem-tor ha’kiv-kil. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:23 am *Small wiggle. Nice and comfortable now. Time to be still, ventilate, and simply enjoy this.* FakeProwl 2:25 am *... If that's going to be a thing, Prowl needs to think up a proper response to it. But for now, he makes an indistinct noise and dims his optics.*