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blookmallow · 3 years ago

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hi i binged through all of salad fingers for the first time in like 8 years and im fixating again here are. My Theories. pls talk to me if anyone else has Thoughts or wants to discuss things. this is really long i am sorry :’ )

also shout out to the salad fingers wiki for helping me keep track of details and also for this

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thought: salad fingers is not violent on purpose he did not mean to kill that kid

this is less a theory and more “if you slander my boy with accusations i will Get you” but listen. i see people going “but he mURDERED A CHILD!!” because of the oven incident but listen. listen to me. he didnt mean to and cannot be held to the same standard of morality and understanding consequences as a. person who isn’t..... in whatever situation and mental state he has going on

- yes, the kid getting trapped in the oven was his fault. but it was not intentional or malicious and i sincerely doubt he understands what happened or why.

he was asking for help reaching the fish (there’s no reason to believe he wasn’t just genuinely asking for help. he tears up in gratitude. theres no evidence of him Tricking People Maliciously in any other context i do not believe he would do that) and was distracted by the rusty nail, causing him to let go of the door. it wasn’t “he cares more about rust than about a child’s life” or something, i dont think he can actually hold “hey look at that i gotta check that out” and “i need to hold the door open so the child doesn’t get hurt” in his head at the same time, rust is his favorite stim/an impulse thing that takes over everything else and his perception of reality and the things going on around him changes very quickly and easily. more on that later. but the important point here is it wasn’t a malicious plot, or a neglectful careless action, he literally did not realize letting go of the door would cause harm

he stabbed himself accidentally with the nail and passed out for a while (the fact that he immediately bled that much is concerning too, he probably has hemophilia which is. a medical condition outside of his control, as well) and after all that he had completely forgotten about the child altogether (and says “i must have dozed off” so he doesn’t even understand he passed out. and might not remember the nail thing in the first place)

we don’t see what happened after this, we don’t know how he responds when he investigates the fish and inevitably finds an unexpected charred corpse in there, but i guarantee he won’t remember why its in there or understand that its a corpse. we dont see it again so its. entirely possible he didnt recognize it as a person and either just disposed of it or, uh, ate it. but if he did, it wasn’t with the knowledge and comprehension of it being A Corpse or the memory of how it got there

theory: on salad fingers and memory / comprehension of death and consequences

more on that subject

- we see him frequently doing things and then immediately forgetting he did it or forgetting what was happening. he accidentally squishes the bug (which also was not malicious or intentional, he intended to pet it but just. went too hard) and has no understanding either that its dead, or that he killed it. she has gone flat and gooey for some unknown reason. that’s strange. she needs to go have a wash, that’s no way to be.

he eats the jeremy fisher puppet at one point and then immediately goes “where have you gotten to??”

he even briefly forgets hubert cumberdale’s name and immediately comes up with another one without realizing it, and then later goes back to hubert cumberdale again with no mention of barbara logan-price

he refers to the same little yellow guy as “young child” and also Auntie Bainbridge later on. he keeps up the fantasy of... whatever the fuck yvonne was being his child for a pretty long time but then when he arrives at “auntie bainbridge” ‘s house he suddenly forgets why he’s there, and even apparently forgets what yvonne is and uses ‘her’ as a window rag instead and never mentions it again (I also don’t think she was in the sandwich at the end either. it’s hard to see but the sandwich contents are vaguely brown and theres a visible lump in the black goo behind him. i like the idea that the lil yellow guy made the sandwich for him)

salad fingers is constantly subconsciously adjusting his reality to fit Whatever Makes The Most Sense At The Time and does not consistently remember things (sometimes even major things. he remembers his puppets the most consistently and still even forgets hubert’s name) or have a concept of cause and effect

i think he possibly has some sense of recognition, “I’ve seen this person before,” but doesn’t always remember Why he knows them, and his mind just automatically fills in the blank with whatever makes sense to him. he doesn’t remember who the yellow guy is, but knows he knows them Somehow, so, ah, of course, it must be auntie bainbridge out for her sunday stroll :) and he knows he’s there for a reason, but not what that reason was, so he decides it must be time to clean the windows

- milford cubicle was already dead when salad fingers opens the door, but he has no idea that hes dead. this isn’t even a cause for concern. my, he must be tired, that’s all. he kept milford there until he rotted away, too, so there was never a point where he realized anything was wrong (until he became skeleton. more on That later too)

- he finds a corpse buried in the yard and rather than confronting the confusing and alarming reality of that situation, why it must be kenneth, back from the great war! at no point does he understand kenneth is definitely dead

theory: kenneth vs glass brother

i think he really did have a brother named kenneth who probably died in the war. could be some subconscious connection between “recognizing” a corpse as his brother, but i dont think he realizes any of that. i think the glass family is probably a trauma based hallucination, but a... well, reflection. pun not exactly intended lmao. on how his real family was and how they treated him

i dont think glass brother is the same brother as kenneth, since salad fingers interacts with them completely differently

kenneth is a corpse that salad fingers projects a personality on and speaks for, while glass brother seems independent and malicious toward him. i think he had a good relationship with kenneth (so, when salad fingers imagines that he’s here, it’s cause for celebration and he’s projecting onto something inert and “safe”) and also had another brother (who was probably his twin) who bullied him and acted violently, so when that trauma resurfaces, he hallucinates a vicious Other that he cannot control or speak for.

it also tracks that the abusive brother was his twin - he sees himself reflected in the mirror, and something in his own face reminds him of that lost brother until it “becomes” him

he refers to kenneth as his younger brother, and sees him as a being that does not look like him, while glass brother is literally his reflection, so it would make sense if he had one identical twin and one younger brother

ive seen theories that he had a real sister named bordois too, but i think him calling the bug “little sister” was just. a term of endearment or one of his little odd language quirks, he seemed to be talking to it more like a pet than like a sibling

theory: regarding mable

- ok people are saying salad fingers killed mable at the picnic but i Really Don’t Think He Did

we never see him acting out violently when he gets scared. he tends to try to escape situations that stress him out, he shrinks, he cries, he goes into his cupboard (which is. incredibly upsetting given the fact he was almost definitely abused by his family)

he takes on a kind of Authoritative Tone often, he gets sort of ruffled up and disdainful toward things, but that’s not what he does when he’s scared

when he’s actually distressed (rather than irritated) he tends to break down and retreat. this includes when other independent beings act in ways that unsettle and upset him

so i dont know where the “he freaked out and killed her” idea is coming from. he suddenly goes from outside at the picnic to having a breakdown in his house so. he most likely just ran

i think the Only time we see him act out violently is when he decides he has to punish marjory for not getting a haircut like he asked - he tears her hair out, but for me that scene was particularly concerning because it was so unlike him. that was an anger response, not a fear response, though, and he tends to be harsher toward things that he’s actually controlling (I don’t think we ever see him decide to Discipline something that was independent from him other than the horses, and he didnt hurt them)

ordinarily when something irritates him he just goes “hmph! so distasteful. how rude. i shan’t have this behavior, you know” but doesn’t really actually do anything about it, and moves on

anyway we never see mable again so i think either he freaked out and ran away and she just didn’t come back, or he scared her and she ran away, or both

there’s a dress visible briefly when salad fingers is making his Flesh Boy which could be mable’s (he did comment he liked it) but it’s not 100% clear, and that doesn’t necessarily mean he KILLED her for it. she could have changed into something else and left it somewhere and he found it. she could have died under unrelated circumstances, and salad fingers found her - he doesn’t comprehend death, so. probably he decided they’ve made amends now and she’s given him her dress as a token of friendship, or something

i dont think it really looks that significantly like hers but the fact that it stands out so distinctly from the rest of the Pile could mean something

but i just feel like if he had killed her we would’ve seen her corpse again, he doesn’t have a concept of murder, or death at all, or consequences, and his memory doesn’t hold out that consistently, so if he killed her, he probably would have calmed down later and then forgotten what he did and came up with a new way to explain the corpse in front of him - oh, how rude of me, mable’s here dozing right off and i havent even offered her a blanket. let’s get you to bed

like, he probably would have dragged her home with him, with the intention of being a good friend/host to his guest, not understanding what happened. he kept milford cubicle around a really long time

it wouldn’t be like him to have any concept of hiding the evidence

speaking of milford

theory: regarding milford cubicle

salad fingers keeps milford’s corpse around until it starts rotting, and then after a very confusing series of events, the corpse is suddenly a skeleton, which surprisingly alarms salad fingers considerably, and then he goes out to find a whole bunch of himselves eating various bits of gore. they give him a present, which is a hat very clearly made of milford’s skin

my conclusion: salad fingers, in some kind of dissociative fugue state, skinned and ate the remains of milford cubicle himself and turned the remaining skin into a hat. he also saves some of it to make hubert cumberdale (the real boy) later as well, probably forgetting where it came from. he does not realize he’s done this or remember doing it, so his scrambled mind tries to make sense of it with other selves eating unknown flesh, and a lovely hat appearing (which he doesn’t seem to notice is made of flesh)

you can also see milford’s original name tag in the drawer later on when he’s building the flesh boy, so. he kept that after the mysterious disappearance of milford’s flesh, apparently. more evidence that that skin is probably also his

some other scattered thoughts regarding the most recent string of episodes and salad fingers’ mental state:

ive been trying to figure out what the fuckhell happened with the yvonne incident and everything that happened in the birthday episode

im really concerned for salad fingers’ health and mental state, as it seems to be deteriorating

some yvonne theories ive seen:

1. he ate the burned corpse of the kid who died in the oven, and it made him very sick, which ultimately resulted in a charred mass he couldn’t digest - he steadily gets worse, until his body finally ejects it (yvonne’s “birth”) and after that his health starts to recover again. since the oven incident happens really early on, all the times he mentions his stomach being upset after that until he becomes deathly ill would make sense, so i think this is plausible

2. the hair he found in the cupboard was actually a parasitic worm that grew in his stomach after he ate it and became yvonne. i think this is Possible, it is a really strangely wormy looking hair, but it doesn’t move and he mentions stomach pains before this, so it seems less likely to me

3. i also saw the concept that salad fingers is a trans man who suffered a miscarriage at some point in his past and yvonne represents that, and i can definitely see where the idea is coming from but i do think something really physically happened to him in the present time, i dont think it was all a trauma-based hallucination, since the yellow guy reacts to the black ooze and something was definitely making him severely ill

so. i Don’t Know what the fuck that was about but i think the burnt corpse theory makes the most sense

on that note: there’s a lot of cannibalism imagery in salad fingers

we have no IDEA where he’s getting food from. im pretty sure its been confirmed that he is Not a zombie, we see him bleed, pass out, sleep, etc so it seems like he must be a living person who has ordinary needs. but we see him eat... his own puppets. hairs. sand. the soup glass mother instructed him to make, which made him very sick. he has a working oven but doesn’t seem to have consistent access to water. he had a fish somehow but who knows where it came from. it’s very likely he doesn’t get food often and some of his hallucinations and mood swings could be caused by starvation (and when he does eat, it’s things that are outright inedible or probably not good for him)

the burned corpse disappears and is never mentioned again (though salad fingers is very sick afterward). milford’s flesh disappears and salad fingers violently hallucinates multiple selves gorging themselves on unknown flesh

and what concerns me the most about that is that he loses a lot of time in that episode

he passes out in the woods and when he wakes up, it looks like a shit ton of time has passed

we don’t know how much is reality and how much is his warped perception, but it looks like a tree has grown and his physical condition has deteriorated

he looks really, really unhealthy and haggard for the rest of the episode

i think he had a huge dissociative episode and lost possibly weeks of time, probably due to starvation, and he ate milford cubicle and very possibly other people as well

so my question is. how often does this happen to him

and what happens to him during that state? does he become violent and dangerous without being aware of it when he returns to himself again? or has he just been ravenously scavenging corpses when he gets desperate enough?

its possible dr papanak is another personality he has, one that’s “buried out in the woods” that he becomes when he’s in a really, really bad mental and physical state

he looks much better in the next episode (though that’s also when he has his outburst with marjory. could be that he’s still staving off the violent urges/hasn’t fully come back to himself after the last incident) and I’m really hoping the fact that he was able to finally stand up to his family (at least in some sense) and smash the mirrors could mean he’s making steps toward recovery after whatever the hell all that was

there’s not really much space to do anything with his life or get much help given the circumstances but watching him slowly losing himself even more is Awful :(

i hope we get more episodes im so desperate for more information now

lastly, some random observations

i tried to read this newspaper and it looks like it’s actually written in french, which is interesting given that salad fingers seems to be british (but fond of france, and seems to speak french or at least knows one phrase)

i wonder where he got this, or whether it ever meant something significant to him

theres a lot of evidence that he can’t read (takes no notice of the “harry” nametag and immediately names him something else, “reads” a letter that is actually a newspaper clipping in another language he’s holding upside down, “writes” a letter that is just scribbles) so i dont think he learned his one french phrase from this or anything but, still. vaguely interesting. maybe he has been to france before and brought this back with him for some reason. maybe he’s actually in post apocalyptic france and was just originally from england. We Don’t Know

theres a weird little face in the. heater? whatever that is in the background for a second and i dont like it

salad fingers leaves horace in charge, but then sees him (as a live horse) in the woods, but then comes back to find him both still on the shelf (as a toy) and in the room (as a live horse, now with his, uh, surgery scars) but doesn’t seem to notice this and doesn’t comment on it

i dont know what the hell that means other than possibly his reality is even less consistent and logical than usual/a reflection on his mental state deteriorating

#salad fingers #pinned #media analysis

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trainingdummyrabbit · 3 years ago

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not 2 get Like That on main but theres just something so unsettling about looking at big houses. im talking like 3+ rooms, multiple bathrooms or even, can you imagine, multiple spare rooms like. people live there??? youre allowed to walk and breathe in there?? i cant imagine that being anything other than a dollhouse in fullscale. like... i just. people live there??? people? real people? that are real? like... hold on im readmoreing this its a little venty/rambley

its so fucking weird actually thinking about economic divides and stuff like that because i genuinely have no fucking clue how people can do it. how do you do it? to not only own a house but also be something with That Much?? ive always been Resorting to things, Dealing With things, its so weird to actually Want and Aspire for something that isnt a bare minimum.

what do you mean people have rooms specifically for games, or specifically for eating in, or specifically for something or other. im not saying i didnt have things growing up because i most certainly did, but like... ive visited peoples houses and felt So out of place with just How Much there is. like i get it that families with more people need more space, but theres also some people that just. have this fucking room and its just There. i cant imagine that. im trying so hard to put my finger on exactly what this emotion is but its really difficult because of how much there is to it.

something about houses being Just Places You Are vs Places You Feel Safe And Comfortable In, something about having the resources to even be able to consider having a house with space, to actually walk around in and to not just stay in one room most of the day. thats so weird. i dont know if its just the isolation getting to me with [motions vaguely at everything] or what but its so hard to imagine life being anything more than Just Getting By. like thats a reality people are living. and not just "getting by with some savings" or "afloat and mindful" but i cant even begin to imagine having excess like Rich People(tm) do. thats so weird. to not worry about how much a new chair would cost or not worry about food costs or just. not worrying about finances. its so weird.

thats terrifying. the fact that your own fears and anxieties about things mean absolutely Nothing to some people is terrifying, is what im saying. that something so big and devastating to you isnt even an afterthought to somebody else. i am afraid, always, all the time, constantly, about the future, about the next steps, about preparing to take them, about what comes next. getting a job, keeping a job, staying afloat, keeping professionalism, hoping no disasters happen, hoping you dont get sick, hoping, hoping, hoping, and then all of that is just a speck in the ocean of everything. thats fucked up. everything is so big, and so small, and so, so important.

thats scary.

#piktalk #i dont think i have a neg tag and if i do i dont remember #so count this as your 'Sad On Main' warning bc i know not everyone wants to see sad stuff #anyway i saw a photoset of a really big house and then had a thought journey #it is very safe to say i am stressed out all the time always even if i donot always show it #i havent been able to talk about it at all so it all goes here vaguely masked behind general irritation at capitalism!#nothing new ykno.

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embracethecringeside · 5 years ago

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Not sure if anyone is actually reading this fanfiction but I have an update! Woo!

Okay so chapter two is technically shorter than chapter one but not by a lot, lmao. So this one is a lot more exposition, since chapter one did not explain much and it focuses a lot more on different Mortys. I’m hoping for future reference to just focus on a few at a time rather than a big group so I can really set up each one as an individual rather than just a “Morty”.

Chapter one is here at fanfiction.net and here at ao3 but you really don’t have to read it to understand this chapter.

I also put this chapter, chapter 2 here at fanficiton.net and here at ao3.

This is 4,803 words and I simply titled it The Arrival because I cannot title things to save my life.

The Arrival

When a particularly over friendly Morty had told a bunch of Mortys to meet him at the Creepy Morty during the presidential speech, they had expected more of a party. Like a watch party where they could all watch the stream and support their president. But it didn’t seem like the place was ready for a party, or really any kind of social gathering. No decorations, no streamers, no confetti, not even any balloons. The harsh flickering lights overhead revealed that the room was grimy and unkept and none of the TV screens were even on. The air held a smell, like a refrigerator that hadn’t been cleaned in months. And most importantly none of them could see any food out, so it definitely couldn’t be any kind of party.

Or maybe the biggest indicator that this was no party and they had been tricked was that there were two Ricks there with all of them. One Rick dressed in a police officer uniform stood guard at the entrance, hands behind his back, carefully scanning the room. The other Rick the Mortys recognized as the one that ran the Morty Daycare, and he was leaning up against the back wall, arms crossed, with an impatient look on his face.

It was hard to say what the clue that tipped them off was, but most of them had a gut feeling that they had gotten themselves into some sort of trouble. Some were just confused. But the vibes in the room made them all feel uneasy.

When a portal opened up next to Storage Rick, all he said was, “Alright come on,” and made a casual buzz off motion. As though they were going to just waltz through the portal to who knows where? He was crazy if he thought that would work. Oh well, okay of course he was crazy, all Ricks were but if he thought they were that stupid he had another thing coming. One Morty was about to take the bait but was stopped by another, who sighed and shook his head.

“I-I-I don’t-urp- don’t have all night, come on.”

The one blocking the exit found his voice. “Morty, he’s just messing with you, really it’s okay. We’re taking all of you somewhere safe. I promise. You have to trust me.”

“I don’t have to trust jack!”

A few of them tried to rush the cop and burst out the entrance, but the doors were shut hard and fast, and no amount of pushing, shoving, or slamming his small spaghetti noodle strength against them did any good.

They must have been taking too long, because the portal closed.

“Ugh,” Storage Rick groaned, “This is taking forever. Why can’t it ever be easy with you dingbats? J-j-just walk through the damn portal! That-that’s all we’re asking you to do. Y-y-you’re a real- a real piece of work Morty.”

“O-oh? L-l-like you’re so easy to deal with Rick?” “Y-yeah R-rick you’re no- no picnic either!” “Why would we walk through some portal with you?” “Just look-look what happened last time we did that!”

Another portal opened in place of the last one.

One Morty that was feeling particularly brave, got up on one of the tables and tried to attract attention to himself. “Guys, guys!”

“What?”

“W-w-ell, I-I think we should, go with them.”

“Why?” “W-why should we?” “Are-are you crazy?” “No! No way!”

“B-because th-this sucks! I hate it here, we all hate it here, and-and I don’t think whatever is on the other side of that portal could be any worse than this!” he gestured vaguely in front of him.

“Uh, y-you mean the building?” “Don’t-don’t knock my business.”

He sighed, exasperated with himself. Himselves. “What? No! Like-like everything is terrible! And he,” Morty pointed to the one in uniform,”he said he wants to help us.”

“He’s a Rick” “He’s lying” “He’s a liar”

He hopped down from the table and walked with purpose in every step and brought himself closer and closer until he was bathed in the green light. “Frankly, I-I don’t care! I-I see that portal and I see a chance to leave and I’m taking it!” With that he marched forward right through the portal.

And it wasn’t long before he came back, but with a big smile on his face. “Guys come on, you gotta see what’s through here!”

Linking hands with one Morty led to him grabbing another Morty’s hand until the room was one long hand holding chain of Mortys, and the first one took the initiative to fling himself back into the portal, and the enersa pushed the rest of them with him, falling through one after another like dominos. Once they had clamored off of each other and got up they were surprised to see that they were just in a house.

A normal looking house at that.

The odd part? Was the Rick, that most of them had heard their Ricks refer to as Doofus Rick, stood there with a big smile to greet them.

“Alright, that-that’s it. That’s all of ‘em.” Storage Rick announced as he and Cop Rick walked in as the portal closed.

“Welcome Morty! Or I-I suppose I should say Mortys plural since there are more than one of you,” He fumbled his greeting every time, a mix of excitement and nerves kept him from being confident in what to say. “I’m Rick J-19-Zeta-7, but uh,” he sighed in defeat, “you-you can call me Doof.”

There were a few Mortys that awkwardly waved back at him, but most of them were just looking around, confused by everything.

“W-we all have stupid names, you think I like being known as Storage Rick?”

“If you would like, you can call me Cop.”

“W-w-why? T-theres no nuance or thought to it, it’s just your occupation being used as a name. It doesn’t even roll off the tongue. It’s stupid. Doof, Cop, and Storage, the fucking-’

“Language,”

“The fucking dwarves that didn’t make it into Snow White because their names were so ricdicously stupid.”

Cop crossed his arms and shot Storage a look that politely told him to shut up, then nodded to Doof to indicate that he should keep going.

“S-so the first thing we need to do is just run some diagnostics, update any of the vaccines that you may need, and even though I tend to give them out in the morning I will give you your vitamins as well.”

“L-let’s begin shall we? House could y-”

“Yes, I know what to do.”

When the house spoke, most of them jumped right out of their skin. They weren’t sure how but it was like the walls, the ceiling, the embodiment of the house itself had a voice. It sounded a little familiar and it was unsettling.

“Y-your- uh, your house just-”

“W-w-why does your house talk?”

“I-I knew something was going to- going to be wrong here!”

“Aw geez.”

Storage Rick laughed at their expense.

"I-It gets them every time!"

"Don't worry Morty, it's only the artificial intelligence Doof's installed in his house. It's supposed to talk, it's a lot like non-corporational Alexa or Google Home."

"Y-Yes, exactly, you can ask her anything from anywhere while you're inside. Well, unless, uh, not-not if you're in the bathroom. She can't detect you in there."

They were asked to move down through the hall single file and after being scanned, poked, pricked, and prodded by mechanical arms, Doofus Rick each individual a little cup full of a viscous highlighter orange liquid that smelled like the peel of an orange and tasted like sidewalk chalk. “S-sorry about the impromptu check up, we just need to make sure we keep you all healthy.”

Doof had called for them all to make themselves at home in the living room which was rather spacious, but Morty wasn't so sure it was big enough for all of them. For the most part, it looked rather plain. A couch against the back wall, loveseat along the other, and a recliner across from that, all matching, as though a part of a set. Same for the coffee table and end tables. The walls had built-in shelves filled with books, and a few potted plants. No TV to speak of, but there was a screen in front of the room that didn't appear to be attached to anything with text that was too small to decipher from far away. Plus, all three Ricks were gathered in front, obstructing their view, so there really was no hope of trying to read it anyway.

Some sitting, some standing, all the new Mortys waited for Rick, any of them to start talking. Doofus Rick turned and smiled at them.

“S-so I suppose I-I should start by welcoming you all to your new home! I-I real-really hope you like living here!” Morty didn’t have anything to say apparently, so he continued on. “T-the hard part is over, and now we can talk about the fun stuff, like, designing your bedrooms. And of course choosing what the other Mortys have decided to call their “Public Identities”. M-many of you will be living here, h-however people in my dimension are not aware that the multiverse theory is more than a theory, s-so we have to ask you to make personas you’ll use when you leave the house. But of-of course, I-I think it’s much easier to show you what I mean r-rather than try to explain it.”

“W-wait, what-what do you mean we’ll be living here?”

“Y-yeah, can-can’t you just send us to our dimensions?” “I miss my parents.” “Aw geez, me too.”

“I want to go home.” “I miss Summer.”

Gosh darn, he thought he could avoid having this conversation if he ploughed through everything as fast as possible. “Oh Morty, of-of course I-I understand you’re homesick b-but I-”

“L-look kid, if we could just send you back where you came from and n-never see your neckless mugs again we would.”

“T-that was actually the original plan. This was- my house was meant to be m-more of a waiting station while we prepared to bring you home.”

“It seems as though we’ve hit a snag, and we must ask that you stay here instead.” Cop completed the thought for Doof.

“A snag?”

“He means there- we have a problem.”

Morty sighed in frustration. “I knew what he meant. I just want to know what the problem is.”

Doof ran a hand through his bowl cut, “I-I just, oh gosh, I don’t know how to say it.”

“Y-you don’t have families to go back to M-morty, someone or something is traveling between dimensions and killing them. It-it’s brutal and we don’t know who-”

“W-Why-”

“Or how. But do not fret, we will discover who is responsible and bring them to justice.” Cop had this determination in his voice that was almost convincing.

“S-so,” Doof clapped his hands together, no longer wishing to continue that particular conversation, “Now we can- we will visit some of the Mortys that already live here.”

He had them follow him through the dining room. It was almost as boring as the living room, with a table and chairs as most dining rooms would have, but there was one thing that was eye-catching. Next to the sliding door that doubled as a window there was a display case with a tea set inside, but it didn’t look like any fine china that they had seen before. That wasn’t a bad thing, the kettle, cups, and plates all seemed to be made expertly but each piece was so different and colorful but they all still looked like they were meant to be together.

Glancing over the kitchen, which like the other rooms was big, big enough to have an island, all they saw were things like cupboards, drawers, a fridge, an oven, just normal kitchen stuff, nothing of interest at all. Nothing bright or fun, it all just looked well organized and practical. However, it smelled amazing, reminding them of how hungry they really were.

“H-hey, come-come on, we don’t have all night, chop chop.” Storage snapped, motioning for the boys to follow him and the other two Ricks towards the door to the left of the refrigerator. All that did was bring them to a garage. Or at least that was what they thought, until Doof pressed on one of the bricks on the wall and it opened up like an elevator door, even with a soft little “ding, once the doors were completely open. That was when they realized it wasn’t like an elevator, it was an elevator. A huge elevator.

“I-I think we can all fit!” Doof called, already in the back.

“Squeeze in and make room, or I will make you,” Storage threatened.

Cop waited until he was sure everyone had made it in before stepping inside. “It might be a little tight but you probably won’t all be taking it all at the same time again.” He went ahead and decided they would go down just one floor, all they needed were a few examples. The elevator gave them a smooth ride, but they could feel the pull of gravity as the elevator moved downward.

Since everyone else was being too sheepish to ask, one Morty asked, “W-w-where are we going?”

“S-stop asking so many questions.”

“Storage, Morty can ask as many questions as he wants.”

When the doors opened again, they all shuffled out into a long hallway with twelve doors total, six on each side, and what looked like bathrooms at the end. It looked like a college dorm.

“Since you’ll be living here, I, uh just thought it-it would be- I thought we could show you what your bedrooms could be like. W-we make each floor plan the same, each room is 11’X12’ and of-of course that-that doesn’t include the 5’X5’ closet space. Then each room has a bed, nightstand, a dresser, and a desk for schoolwork. But from there,” a smile spread across his face and there was a sparkle in his eyes, “You get to decide what you want your room to be! And-and,” he was so excited he seemed to be having trouble forming words, “We’ll show you.”

He knocked to the tune of, “Shave and a Haircut” on one door and it swung open almost immediately. But that room didn’t look like the room he had just described. Well, maybe it was the size Doof had mentioned, Morty was never sure how to measure distances, but it had none of the furniture he mentioned and it was filled with art supplies. Shelves and shelves of things like sketch books, art how to guides, art history books, canisters filled with pencils, pens, markers, colored pencils, and paint brushes. One wall was only different types of paint, oil, water color, pastels, acrylic, each with its own rainbow of color to choose from. An artist’s desk sat in the corner with a stack of papers on top, and a stack of blank canvases on the floor, and a pile of painted canvases next to those, and in the center of the room was an easel with the canvas facing toward the best part of the room, the window. The entirety of the back wall of the room was an impressively crystal clear window, overlooking a garden, bringing in beautiful streams of golden light showering the entire room.

“H-hi Artist Morty, is it alright if we show the new Morty’s your room?”

“Oh-oh of course, come in!” The paint splattered boy grabbed Rick’s arm and pulled him in. “I-I need more eyes on my latest project. I’m trying something new, it-it’s rather abstract.”

Doof appreciated art, but he had difficulty understanding or putting his own meaning to it, so he just looked at it objectively and tried to offer compliments that way. This had lots of green swirls in the background, with floating blue triangles and yellow orbs in it’s mist. “I like the contrasting colors, it’s visually compelling.”

A Morty in a purple shirt walked up behind them “I-I know this feeling, this-this is that feeling you get when you walk through a portal.”

Artist Morty was very excited someone understood his art, even if it was, well, himself.

“H-hey, are-aren’t you worried about getting paint everywhere?” Morty asked, realizing there was nothing covering the floor to protect it.

“Nope! N-nothing stains, not-not even my clothes!”

“Oh yes, I-I was very careful to make everything stain resistant for you guys.”

One Morty who was always a little cold couldn’t help but feel drawn to the window, enjoying the warmth he could feel radiating from the sun. Something about it was off, but he couldn’t quite place what it was.

Suddenly they heard music, generic electro dance pop to be exact, crashed in like a wave, drawing Doof and the new Mortys back into the hall. Storage Rick was standing next to the door that was the source of the music, which was a dark room, illuminated by rave lights, and a floor divided into big square tiles, that each lit up a different color as the Morty in cut off jean shorts moved across them. He had been so caught up in his own enjoyment that he hadn’t realized he had gathered an audience.

“Yeah! Fuck it up Good Time Morty!” Storage Rick shouted, but it was hard to tell if it was in earnest or in jest. The Morty inside didn’t seem to mind either way, continuing to dance his cares away even after seeing the crowd gathered in the doorway.

After Storage shut the door, they noticed they couldn’t hear any noise at all, even though they knew his music was overwhelmingly loud. “T-the best part, all of these rooms? Completely soundproof.”

“W-woah I-I liked his room, it looked like fun,” the Morty still dressed in 2018 New Years garb spoke up.

“Oh gee, I-I don’t know, it-it was a little overwhelming.”

Cop thought for a second, and he knew which Morty’s room would be nice and calm, and a good demonstration of what they could really do with a room. He knocked three times and a Morty with long, shoulder length locks and a tie-dyed shirt opened up the door.

“Rick, what's up man?”

“Hippie Morty, would it be alright if we showed the new Mortys your room?”

“Of course, come on in, it-its not my room, no one can own a room. Ownership means nothing man, that-thats how they get you. How the man keeps you down.”

When he opened the door and let them in, the Mortys weren’t so sure if it was a room at all because, well, as far as they could tell they were outside. Long lush green grass covering the ground, trees and flowers in the distance, and a big endless sky without a cloud in sight. Stars shined down through the deep rich navy night and a crescent moon beamed down. However, the glow of the fire he had going was the brightest thing in the, uh, space. A slight breeze brushed past all of them.

“H-howdy sheriff.” A Morty dawning a ten gallon hat was sitting on the ground behind the fire and leaned over so he could get a peak at Rick and the new Morty.

“Good evening Cowboy Morty, I almost didn’t see you there.” he went ahead and took a seat next to him.

Quick to notice the watch still on Hippie Morty’s arm Doofus Rick prompted, “D-do you think you could show your “Public Identity” to the new guys if you aren’t too busy?”

“Sure man, h-hold on.” After twisting the face of the watch he was wearing left, right, left again, he suddenly shapeshifted, which almost looked frightening in the firelight. He became taller, lankier, his hair changed to a sandy blonde, he had some scraggly facial hair on his chin, an actual neck, wore baggy jeans and an oversized tie-dyed hoodie. “S-see?” he spoke, but the voice was no longer one of a Morty. “Like, I made mine an extension of my very essence.” With that he twisted the watch and switched himself back.

Storage said, “W-we made the watches based on the one from that m-movie Megamind. D-does that scan? Y-you guys know that movie?”

Most of them nodded.

“We did make a few changes, however, we made it so the voice changed with the disguise, and made it so you could lock it in so it couldn’t be bumped and changed by accident.” Cop explained.

“W-what are you two up to, are-are we interrupting?” Doof asked, being the last one to move his way in, being sure to close up the door again so the ambiance wasn’t ruined by the fluorescent light of the hall.

“No, no, don’t worry we’re just vibing.”

“Reminiscin’.”

Storage Rick shook his head and sat down. “Just-just sitting around the fire? R-really? I’ll tell you what were going to do, w-were going to take advantage of this creepy ass atmosphere, and I’m going to retell a famous horror story.”

“Y-you’re going to tell us a story?”

“T-this isn’t a nice story M-morty. And I’m not telling it verbatim, I-I’m only summing it up for you. Now shut up, sit on the fake grass, and listen. It-it’s called The Veldt.”

“By Ray Bradbury? Oh that-that’s a good one.” Doof smiled as he settled in next to the Mortys.

Cop squinted at him and furrowed his brow in suspicion. “Huh, how relevant.”

“Quiet. This family had a house that could do anything. It-it did everything for them and the parents became lazy, useless, wastes of space, while the children turned into s-spoiled little monsters. The nursery was built so it could show anything they could possibly ask for with screens making up all the surfaces of the room. A lot like the room we’re in right now.”

“Wait, Rick, are-are you saying all of this, these-these are just screens?”

Storage threw up his hands. “O-of course they are, did-did you think that we just magically ended up outside?”

“I-I think the story describes it as crystals installed in the walls,” Doof interjected.

“A-anyway,” Choosing to ignore the correction, he continued. “One day the parents discovered the children had been f-focusing on Africa a little too much. Watching lions eat their prey. S-since that-that’s pretty fucked up, they asked a psychologist what it meant, who told them they sucked at being parents. The house provided for the children and was replacing them as the caretaker. Which meant their kids were going absolutely batshit insane l-losing touch with reality, with their humanity. Something was off about that nursery too, n-not only did the African veldt look and feel too realistic for comfort, b-but the father found a wallet of his all chewed up and covered in saliva.” The fire crackled as he took a pause for dramatic effect.

“W-When the parents threatened to turn off the house so they could all live like normal people, tie their own shoes, cook their own eggs, the children were pissed. They never had to lift a finger the way things were, and they were way too attached to the house. S-So you know what those rotten kids did?”

He scanned the room, but the Mortys only shook their heads.

“T-they locked their parents in the nursery!”

He was met by a bunch of blank stares.

“And?’

“What-what do you mean?”

“W-well, what happened to their parents?”

“T-the lions fucking ate them Morty. T-that’s it. That-that’s the story.”

“B-but the lions weren’t real, were they?”

Cop spoke up. “The lions weren’t supposed to be real, but the room was malfunctioning and the lions came to life.”

“O-or it was working too well.” Storage retorted.

“A-are you saying that could happen t-to us?” Glancing around the all too realistic outdoor setting.

Doof placed a hand on Morty’s head. “Oh no Morty, of course not! It’s only a story, these rooms are very safe, I-I promise.”

Hippie Morty, feeling somewhat nervous now, stood up and pressed a panel on the wall, and slowly the once robust landscape faded away and in its place was an ordinary bedroom. Except for the overly bright paint job, with harsh yellow, neon pink, and lime green in a spiral, matching the dye job on his shirt, the shag carpet was green, but no longer a beautiful grass green, but a pea green. His nightstand and desk both had a rough aesthetic and still had a fresh scent. The bedspread was just as bright as the walls but with a rainbow tie-dye job rather than just a few colors. One thing the Mortys were shocked to see still there was the fire.

“W-wait, you just-just have a fire going in here?” It seemed like the exact opposite of safe.

“No need to panic-” Cop couldn’t finish before Storage kicked over the shallow pan they had been utilizing as a fire pit, only for nothing to happen. The fire went out rather than spread. “Everything is fire retardant, just in case.”

Before they knew it, they were all being ushered back into the elevator and down even further. However, this time when they stopped, Cop asked for twelve of them to follow him, while the other eleven went down another level with Doof and Storage.

Cop Rick cleared his throat and stood tall and firm with his hands behind his back as he spoke. “This will be the floor you all live on, each room is fully furnished and we have provided clothing as well. Right now all of them are the same so it does not matter which one you choose, it will matter once you have finalized the design you would like, feel free to visit other Mortys and take your time deciding. Right now, we would like all of you to shower and change into clean clothes and meet us back upstairs afterwards. Any questions, comments, or scathing inditements?” Morty did not know what that last word meant, but he decided it was best to just go ahead and shower and change like he had been asked.

Who knew being clean could feel so good? Showering, actually showering with warm water and soap was so much better than being sprayed with icy water from a hose. He had forgotten what it was like. Same with wearing clean clothes. The yellow pajama top and bottoms he found laid out for him on his bed smelled fresh and were so soft. If Doof hadn’t told him there would be food waiting for him upstairs when he was ready, he could have fallen asleep right then.

Thank goodness he didn’t. He was starving, they all were. Salad, soup, dinner rolls, mashed potatoes, something called green bean casserole, an apple, and meatloaf as the entree, he ate it all with vigor. Morty wasn’t even sure he tasted any of it, he just faded in and out of consciousness as he gorged himself, only coming back to life to put more on his plate. Each of him ate that same way until every single edible thing Rick had placed on the table disappeared. Finally Doofus Rick gave them each a slice of chocolate cake. It was so rich in taste but light and airy in texture, maybe it was just that he couldn’t remember the last time he had dessert but it was possibly the best cake he had ever eaten.

“Rick- uh, Doof, did you make this cake yourself?”

“N-not just the cake Morty, I-I made everything myself.” He cheerfully answered. “I love cooking a-and baking.”

“Hey, m-me too! Y-you think I could help sometime?”

“Oh gosh sure if you want to Morty, tomorrow morning I’ll be up early making cinnamon rolls.”

“Holy shit-”

“Watch your profanity-” Cop started, but he caught himself, raising his unibrow and turning to Doof, “Wait did you say cinnamon rolls?”

“Y-yes, I figure it’s a special occasion, s-so I thought I-I should make my homemade cinnamon rolls.”

“Those are very good.”

“Oh man, y-you lucky bastards-”

“D-don’t feel left outI will make enough for everyone,” Doof couldn’t help but giggle at how excited they got over baked goods. “N-ow M-mortys, I do think it is time for you to go to bed, it is already late and you had a big day. We can- we could come down with you and tuck you in if you would like.”

All the Mortys were exhausted, and he could see it, especially now that they were clean and fed, all they wanted was to crawl into those full sized beds and pass out.

“N-no that-that’s okay.” “W-we got it.” “Thanks anyway.”

“I-” he yawned, “I can put myself to bed.”

“O-okay, well, goodnight, sleep tight. See you in the morning!”

#doofus rick #cop rick #storage rick #morty smith #rick and morty #rick and morty fanfiction #chapter 2!#pocket mortys #fanfiction

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unexpectedcronchiness · 5 years ago

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Pt 7 i think we’re at im just vomiting ideas heck yeah more wolfstar

Based on a text “ sirius is put in an arranged marriage with a pureblood witch or it can be muggle au but with a female (he's gay in this) and remus is the wedding planner “

no warnings on this one either it just fluffy

arranged marriage, who even thought of shit like that? still it wasn't remus' place to question. He walked into the room, prepared to give his "Ok so theme ideas, what do you like, what actually looks good" speech but he stops dead in his tracks

first off, theres a man alone here

usually both partners are together

and secondly hes absolutely gorgeous

this was going to be problematic, remus rarely thought anyone was attractive, but when he did, he fell hard

the man noticed him and stood up, and held out his hand

"sirius orion black, i see you have the, ah, pleasure, of working with my family on getting the union from hell organized"

remus couldn't help it, he laughed

he'd seen arranged marriage cases before, but legally he wasn't allowed to do anything, trust me, he checked

but never were people so blatantly outright in their discomfort or annoyance

honestly it was refreshing

laughing was unprofessional and he was being paid a hefty amount of money to make something tasteful yet elegant, so he steeled his face and started his speech

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days passed and he found himself spending more time than necessary with sirius

he couldn't help it

at first he was just curious but then it was something more, it was intense and new. Sirius was funny, charming, kind, witty and so much more

yet there was something subtle, something dark shadowing his features

something that remus couldn't help but be pulled to

he had his own secrets of course, being a werewolf was hard enough, but then managing the top wedding planner office in the wizarding world and trying to keep it all a secret was unbearable

yet he loved it

he loved secrets and the way they kept you warm, the way you were allowed to be possessive and cautious and no one thought any less of you because everyone has secrets. It's universal and completely personal at the same time

so he held onto his newfound secret that he was undeniably genuinely attracted to this sirius orion black.

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" i was thinking for the flowers maybe something like an acacia blossom" acacia blossoms meant concealed love, amoungst other things, but concealed love was what he was going for but it's not like he would know what it meant

yet the way sirius looked at him after he said it unsettled him

his mouth agape, eyes wide in realisation

then he said "i rather like ambrosia" shit. Ambrosia, your love is reciprocated.

shit shit shit

what was he doing flower flirting with the heir to the blacks, one of the wealthiest pureblood families in the wizarding world

and ya know, that thing how he was going to GET MARRIED And remus was supposed to be helping him

"hmm maybe white lilies" it's heavenly to be with you but, "but, you'll probably like stephanotis better" stephanotis, happiness in marriage

sirius laughed

"do i look like i'd enjoy stephanotis better? besides, women aren't really my type. How about sterling silver roses?" Love at first sight, oh merlin

Remus couldn't resist

"so what is your type then"

sirius grinned cheekily

Dr.Remelems-the fluff monsterToday at 7:47 AM

"hmm, well let's see, men for starters, in case you didn't get my extreme subtlety. Camelia" you're a flame in my heart, shit he was good

he continued

"gold eyes, dirty blond hair, that shimmers in the sunlight, incredibly sexy scars, a nice sense of humor, an understanding of flowers is also deeply important, Carnation" My heart aches for you, admiration. Oh merlin he was in deep

"don't know where you'd find a guy like that he seems impossible, and aren't you supposed to be getting married. Gardenia, white heathers" You're lovely, secret love and wishes could come true, protection

remus hoped it conveyed everything he was willing to risk for this man

he would willingly risk an affair, he would protect this man, give him everything no matter what and he'd only known him for a month

sirius, as remus learned had absolutely no control of his emotions on his face, but at least he knew that he knew what it meant

sirius feigned casualness

"let me one up you, orange blossom, peony.... stehphanotis but with viscaria?" eternal love, marriage, happy marriage, happiness in marriage but when combined with viscaria, will you dance with me, did he, was he understanding this right

unable to play games any longer remus choked out

"did- did you just propose to me in flowers?"

sirius looked bashful

"well i mean uh yeah, but uh I'd need your help in getting out of this current uh, marriage thing if you wanted to do this i know thats not a yes but it would be difficult and i just-"

Remus cut him off

"jesus merlin and morgana yes."

"i do" he said solemnly

sirius looked happier than remus had ever seen him, no shadows, no undertones

"ok so i don't know how to get out of this current ya know marriage thing, i haven't made an unbreakable vow or anything, well yet at least and-"

"Sirius you brilliant man you, you've given me an idea"

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It was the day of the wedding. Sirius was standing at the alter, whatser name getting ready in one of the back rooms. The flowers they had chosen, spider flowers (elope with me, sirius and remus both thought it was funny) and remus was ready, in a suit that was probably more decorative than a wedding planner needed, but little did they know, he was probably underdressed

it was his wedding day after all

Remus went over to sirius, walking intentionally down the aisle as he did. It was on purpose yes, but everyone else didn't look twice as the ceremony had yet to start. silently, he gripped his wand and cued the music.

everyone turned to face remus in shock, sirius beamed, as a man should look on his wedding day. Cries of rage came from the black family as it clicked what was happening.

walburga black began to leap up, brandishing her wand but was stopped by an invisible force keeping her to the chair, and the chair to the floor. or ya know, a sticking charm

they'd figure out how to get it off eventually and he only needed a little bit of time anyways

being a wedding planner had perks

he reached the altar and grabbed sirius' hands.

The clergyman looked shook, but also suddenly understood the vague wording in his contract, shrugged, and went on with it

if remus was being honest, he didn't remember much of what the clergyman said, he didn't remember the cries of outrage from the black family

what he did remember was the look in sirius' eyes, the smile that was so large it threatened to come off his face, the tight, nervous grip of his hands

remus remembered that most of all

remus remembered hearing sirius say i do, tears in the old saps eyes, and then he remembered hearing it from himself

screams of protest and indignation sounded like music to his ears but then suddenly he heard clapping and cheers

he turned around in shock and saw that whatserface was in the aisle, in jeans and a hoodie, leading her family in appluase

*applause

as would later be explained to the black family. Remus had not taken an unbreakable vow to marry or love sirius for ever. neither of them could promise that. but what had happened however was meridith (as he learned her name was) and sirius had made an unbreakable vow to never marry eachother

turns out meredith was undeniably gay and had a girlfriend

and so in the confusion they were wed, and the blacks could do nothing of it, for worries of risk admitting they were beanboozled by a their heir and his husband, or worse that they had made the worst match in all of pureblood history with two incredible gay queens.

yet something gnawed at remus

one day, a year later, he went up to sirius

it was time, the secret didn't feel as warm and personal anymore

instead it felt dirty and aggressive, mean, harmful

he walked up to sirius

shit he was not crying, he was not crying but he started to speak

"i-i think it's time-time for you to know- and- and i just want- i just want to say to you, i love you so much, more than anything and imsosorry and"

"honey whats the matter, is this about your uh, 'furry little problem"

remus blinked

what

the heck

sirius couldn't help but chuckle

"darling you're hardly inconspicuous, ive known since we were 'dating"

remus couldn't help it, he bawled

sirius pulled him into his arms, tenderly holding him

"hey, hey, hey shh, hey, single full bloom roses, pink rose, rose leaf" i love you, i still love you, perfect happiness, please believe me, you may hope. Remus translated these automatically and allowed himself to finally feel content

THE END

-bonus- after the whole debacle purebloods thought twice about arranged marriages and let their kids be for a while, and so meredith took advantage of this and her girlfriend and her got married, (remus was the planner, they had all turned out to be quite good friends)

#wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius black #sirius #remus lupin #remus #walburga #walburga black #wedding planner au #arranged marriage au #au #hc #wedding #weddings #flower langage #fluff

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xcherry-popx · 6 years ago

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how about yui komori and/or yuuga aoyama? :0

:DD

yui:

favorite thing about them: i love how strong she is! even when she struggles, she still does her best to help herself and the ones around her.

least favorite thing about them: not something against her, but i dislike how shs portrayed by the fandom as either someone too weak to stand up for herself or as someone, especially in self-insert fanfics, as someone who's trying to take the boys for herself. it overlooks her canon traits and just kind of. grates me in general. ive put down several otherwise good fanfics because of their characterization of yui.

favorite line: "you keep calling me 'chichinashi.' i have a name, and its komori yui."

brOTP: her and kou! i love yui's friendship with all the diaboys, but i especially love kou and yui purely because i think they have a similar energy that they'd both thrive off of.

OTP: her and azusa, probably! i think it has the most potential and is one of the most healthy of the diaboys/yui ships. azusa is one of my top three faves from the series, and i enjoy the thought of them being able to help each other heal.

nOTP: probably her and kanato. i think kanato needs to heal emotionally and mentally before he can be with someone as empathetic as yui. perhaps as the game series continues, theyll get to a healthy point

random headcanon: i headcanon her as nonbinary, and with mild sensory issues!

unpopular opinion: its an unpopular opinion within the majority of the fandom, but i think she's a really realistic and well-written character! she has sassy reactions (although she doesnt speak most of them), she has a realistic reaction to fear, and she knows what she wont be able to get away with and what she can.

song i associate with them: silence! heres a link: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-HtDC8-weqY

favorite picture of them:

i cant find the source, but this one!

yuuga aoyama (keep in mind i havent read the manga/gotten far in season three)

favorite thing about them: his self confidence! and fashion sense. i admire that he chooses to wear a cape. capes deserve a revival.

least favorite thing about them: wHY does he keep looking at the camera. its vaguely unsettling.

favorite line: i love the "where do you think i was? (they underestimate us cuz' we're kids) where do you think i was? where do you think i was? (where?) it's a secret!" exchange. its so unnecessarily dramatic. i love this dork.

brOTP: not really a brotp, but i think itd be fun to see him and shouto bond!

OTP: dont really have one,,,

nOTP: theres not really many ships for him in general, so i dont have any im against.

random headcanon: i wrote about it on my imagines blog, but i love trans boy yuuga. i also headcanon him as ace and/or aro.

unpopular opinion: his hair,,, is bad. (it looks like how mine does when i dont brush it so i may be biased adhhjk)

song i associate with them: j'taime! (link: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1oA6Vxzb6As) its such a pleasant song, and i hum bits of it to myself sometimes when im daydreaming. now that ive been introduced to yuuga, it has another happy meaning added (mostly because i ship myself and him in a qpp relationship but y'know. details.)

favorite picture of them:

me and @ashecity had a discussion on the ridiculousness of this pose. as someone who can ado a bridge, i can confirm that you should not bend like that. your forearms should not be on the ground, and its not an artistic thing based on how his whole body is tilted downwards on that side. that would be an extremely difficult pose what is he doing.

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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you learn to need the things that stop you dreaming (biadore) - dylann

Texting Bianca that she has to crash at her place, the ride there, showing up at Bianca’s front door in full drag and carrying a corner store bottle of white wine all sound like things Adore would do. She doesn’t quite remember doing any of them but… it sounds about right.

A/N: hell is a quiet apartment in the middle of the night and all the things that never get said. welcome to all of that, and a side-order of mutual pining, exhaustion and people who have absolutely no concept of self care.

i use drag names for both; he/him for bianca and she/her for adore.

the title is from a song by passenger.

shoutouts to dandee and goneawaygirl for screaming at me and pointing out my typos xo

content warnings for implied drinking and maybe some drug use, all the perks of bad hangovers, so much pining

Adore wakes up because there’s noise. It’s low and steady and for a while, it makes her dream of trains, and then persists until the trains dissolve and there’s only darkness, and then she’s awake.

Her head is pounding and the bed she’s woken up in is cold, and it takes one blind fling of her arm to confirm that she’s also alone. The noise is still happening and now that Adore’s aware of the headache, it’s somehow even worse. She groans and pushes herself up to sit, legs dangling off the edge of the bed as she pulls the covers up around her shoulders.

Under her feet, the floor is smooth, cool hardwood. She blinks a few times until the shadows of the room start twisting into shapes as she adjusts to darkness. It must be really late — there’s a window at the other end of the room, and the blinds are half-cracked, and yet barely any light filters in at all. It’s almost unsettlingly dark. In the city — any city — there’s always some light, a bit of street noise—

This room is dark. The only noise is the constant train-like clatter filtering in through the walls.

Adore thinks to herself that if this were a movie, this is where the music would get low, subdued and terrifying, as if the shadows could morph into the monster that jumps out and swallows her whole any second now. And yet the room stays mercifully still and too quiet — no monster at all in sight — so when Adore feels awake and steady enough to move, she gets up to her feet and heads out into the hallway, hands pressed to her chest and clutching the heavy covers like a cape. The ceaseless noise has faded into the back of her head, the way sounds tend to disappear when the mind accepts them and they melt from annoyance to being forgotten in the background. Still, it’s louder in the hallway and Adore follows it down the hall.

The door to the room at the other end isn’t quite closed; there’s warm light bleeding out under it and illuminating the hardwood in hues of brown and bronze-like orange, just to remind Adore that the world exists past the colorless darkness of the apartment. She pushes the door open just a little bit further, and holds her breath as if that would prevent it from creaking.

The light is coming from a desk lamp that’s perched on a table in one corner of the room, and at the table, with his back to the door, Bianca is bent over his sewing machine, glittering red fabric pooling around him as he works.

Unnoticed, Adore leans against the doorframe and watches him for a moment, the edges of the scene dark and blurry like an old film through the lens of her sleep-heavy eyelashes. The back of Bianca’s head is a mess of pillow-crushed short hair, and his neck curves uncomfortably down as he leans forward and bows his head to get a closer look at some detail. The desk lamp casts its light at him from an angle which leaves him in half-shadow from where Adore is standing, his slim shoulders rimmed in a gold outline which makes her think that if she could see his aura — like, literally, actually see it — it’d probably look exactly the same.

When Adore can no longer bear the vague guilt from sneaking in and watching, unannounced, she speaks up softly, in a sleepy lilt, and leads with a joke because anything else would feel off.

“Aren’t you, like, rich enough to pay other people to do this shit for you?”

Bianca doesn’t quite flinch at her voice but he goes very still for a fraction of a second and then picks up his sewing again as he answers distractedly,

“I started a sweatshop, actually, but my workers unionized—“

“Or are you just makin’ sure your geriatric old man hands still work?” Adore prods, walking over to hover by the desk, right where she knows she’s in his line of vision.

Bianca takes a breath to answer, but holds it in a moment too long and shrugs instead,

“Something like that,” and then, immediately, “How the fuck are you even awake right now?”

The question gets Adore to focus on herself for a moment, and suddenly she’s once again all too aware of her headache, her dry mouth, the vague nausea twisting up her gut. Texting Bianca that she has to crash at her place, the ride there, showing up at Bianca’s front door in full drag and carrying a corner store bottle of white wine all sound like things Adore would do. She doesn’t quite remember doing any of them but… it sounds about right.

“Not by choice,” she shrugs and makes a show out of glaring at the sewing machine. Bianca makes just as much of a show ignoring her and carrying on his work instead.

“I was gonna crash with a friend but she bailed on me,” Adore starts, almost apologetically, as she leans with her back against the wall next to the table.

“Yeah. You told me at least three times.”

“—and I could’ve texted someone else, I guess, but…”

“You knew I was home and wanted to see me anyway, yeah,” Bianca’s voice is halfway to an impression of Adore but just a little too tight to really sound the way he usually does when he’s joking. Adore’s head pounds with each clack of the machine and she lets out a long groan as she slides down the wall to sit on the floor. The surface is too cool against her bare skin, so she pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps herself up in the covers she’d brought, until it’s just her head peeking out, hair falling out of the remnants of her bun to frame her face.

Bianca finishes a stitch and glances down at her, and between the silence as the machine stops and his eyes on her, Adore feels like she’s suddenly under a spotlight. When she looks up to meet his eyes, he’s looking at her in that Bianca way, measuring without judgement, just slightly exasperated but light, all of his annoyance laced with a perfect dose of amusement. He also looks tired.

He looks exhausted in a way that is beyond being fixable with a good night’s sleep.

Adore hasn’t been there for more than a few hours so she can’t be the reason for the tight set of his jaw, the shadows under his eyes, the slightest downward turn of his lips. She takes it all in silently and she must be crashing because what was vague unease minutes ago is morphing into a heavy anxiety which settles at the bottom of her ribs and pulls her down. Adore dreads to think about what it’ll feel like when she’s sober, fully sober, and irritable and hungover in the morning.

“You’ll give yourself wrinkles,” Bianca half-scolds and Adore feels her face drop into neutrality. She hadn’t even realized she was frowning. “And I ain’t paying for your facelifts,”

Bianca adds, just slightly louder, sharper, three quarters of the way to his character voice but not quite there. It’s the not-quite-thereness that unsettles Adore. Bianca is teetering between whatever is weighing him down and constant attempts to return to his usual self, and it’s like watching an underrehearsed high wire act that’s half a second away from disaster.

“Bea—“ Adore starts, carefully, and when Bianca looks away and picks his work back up as a clear sign that he doesn’t want to talk, she shrugs and offers instead, “I can pay for my own facelifts, thank you very much.”

Bianca almost laughs — his shoulders twitch up, which feels like a victory — and then he turns all of his attention to the unfinished garment under his hands. Adore settles in her cocoon on the floor and resolves to ignore the way the sound of the machine feels like drills working their way into her temples and splitting her head open. It is, realistically, a small price to pay in exchange for being in Bianca’s company. It’s been too many months since the last time they’d hung out, and if that’s the way it has to happen tonight, then Adore’s willing to accept the side effects.

Adore’s head swims and her thoughts blur into vagueness for a while but she doesn’t quite drift off. She listens to Bianca work with her eyes mostly closed, breathes evenly to keep the nausea at bay, tightens the covers around her body when she begins to shake.

Bianca, for his part, doesn’t seem to mind her company but he’s not actively acknowledging it either, which is okay. They have learned a long time ago how to share a space in silence, and falling into that rhythm after so many months apart is more grounding than conversation.

Eventually, Bianca swears and the machine stops and it jolts Adore away from her half-sleep.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, shifting to sit up on her knees so she can look at the table, even though there’s no way she’d be able to help at all.

“Fucking— nothing. The fucking needle broke,” Bianca shrugs and he’s already twisting the broken needle off, still swearing under his breath as he sets off to replace it. It’s clear in the way he moves that this is, usually, the kind of issue that would get settled within seconds without ever being a cause for concern. Right now, though, it speaks to something bigger and is enough to set him off, and Adore wants to ask so many questions and offer all of her help, but it feels like prodding at something that possibly doesn’t belong to her and she doesn’t know how to begin.

Bianca changes the needle and then the machine is clattering away again, and Adore settles down with her head nearly resting on Bianca’s thigh. His leg twitches in response and he looks down at her in a way that would be quizzical if he didn’t know her as well as he does. An Adore who’s coming down and sobering up will always be cat-like, desperate for contact, all stray hands and an open invitation to be touched, regardless of the circumstances. Tonight doesn’t have to be, and isn’t, any different.

“What are you making?” Adore asks, using that one second to catch his eyes. That’s her checking in, cracking the door open for a conversation that doesn’t have to be heavy if Bianca doesn’t want it to be: he can just go on and on about fabrics and construction and his ideas, and Adore would listen, and they could feasibly pretend that the air in his workroom isn’t thick with unvoiced anxieties and just enough anger to truly throw any carefully built semblance of calm off balance.

“I don’t know. I mean—It’s a dress. I don’t know why I’m making it, though, it’s not like I’ll ever wear it—“

“I’ll wear it.”

Bianca scoffs at that and Adore isn’t about to let on that it actually stings a little. Instead, she sits up on her knees, her covers-cape slipping off her shoulders, and repeats insistently,

“I would. I’d wear it.”

Bianca arches his brows as he stares down at the garment. It’s a heavy, sparkling red fabric, it will end up becoming the kind of gown Bianca looks breathtaking in, and Adore has never worn. Somehow, his eyes fixed on the unfinished dress are enough to convey all of that.

“I’d wear it if you made it for me,” Adore adds earnestly.

There’s a moment of complete silence, save for the steady hum of the machine when it’s on but not in use, and then Bianca exhales a sigh, his shoulders shuddering with it. It must be the way light hits his body — his frame looks even thinner than usual, and Adore imagines she’d feel bone if she’d reach out and press her fingertips against his back.

“Bianca, what’s wrong?”

He must’ve expected the question, must’ve anticipated it since the second she walked in, because his answer comes swift and immediate, with a decisive shake of his head,

“You’ve got enough on your plate, you don’t wanna know.”

Adore hardens a little, resists the urge to be sharp when she argues, and says quietly, “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t wanna know.” When Bianca doesn’t answer, she pushes, “I showed up at your house and you let me crash in your bed, B, the least I can do is listen… You know I’m a good problem-solver.”

“Who told you that?”

Bianca is, as usual, lightning fast and biting in that terrifying way that’s been making Adore’s head spin since the very first time they’d spoken, and she doesn’t have the time to deal with the way it makes her something in her ribs twist just a little, just as a reminder that it’s still there and is probably never going away.

“Fine,” she relents instead. “Maybe not a solver. But I can listen?”

“Honestly, not much to hear,” Bianca shrugs. The machine picks up again and he redirects his attention as he speaks over it. “This is what most nights look like when I’m home, actually. Some— variation of this. Who the fuck knows. Sleep is for the weak or whatever.”

“You don’t sleep?”

Adore’s voice drops to very gentle concern, in a whisper, because she’s been trusted with a confession and her heart twists with the weight of it. It’s messed up that she’s grateful for the trust; she shouldn’t be happy that Bianca is letting her in when it’s happening like this, when Bianca’s quiet turmoil should be so much more important than her own selfish reasons to consider herself lucky.

Bianca, in turn, shrugs and motions vaguely around the room. The space is cluttered with most everything that makes Bianca Del Rio look the way she does, floor-to-ceiling shelves, too many drawers, racks upon racks of garments, brocades and velvets and satins bleeding out into the space from each crevice. It’s breathtaking, almost, to look around and realize that one room can hold so much stuff - so many gorgeous things - and that it’s Roy with his painfully arched back at his sewing machine in the corner who’s behind all of it.

Not literally, of course. Not quite. And yet, Adore can’t help wondering how many of the gowns that litter the space are the product of his sleeplessness, she wonders if she’d ever complimented one of them, wonders how many of Bianca’s “I made this myself ‘cause I can’t trust any other bitch not to fuck it up” looks have come from nights like this.

She imagines that some nights, it’d be Bianca with a can of Elnett and a rattail comb, teasing out his anxieties into a wig pinned to a foam head, or meticulously detangling costume jewels and organizing them into the plastic drawers that line half a wall, for hours on end with nothing but his thoughts for company.

“Bea—“

“Please. Really. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Adore swallows but nods, pushing herself to her feet. She knows a thing or two about not wanting to talk, about the way her throat sometimes feels like it’d close up and collapse on itself if she tried to, about when to stop prodding and just offer comfort instead.

“Not now?” she offers lightly, because she needs Bianca to know that when he’s ready, she’ll still be there in her bad problem-solver, good listener glory. He concedes with a nod and reaches to pick up the sewing again but his hands falter when he touches the fabric and he huffs out a sigh, almost annoyed at himself.

Adore rests her hands on his shoulders and squeezes a little, and hates the way he shifts into the touch the moment it happens as if the smallest contact is what can keep him from tipping over some edge tonight. Adore’s head hurts for him because she understands, but it also hurts for herself because she’s still probably not even sober and this is nearly too much, and she feels too helpless at the realization that she can only offer some comfort and not much else.

Under her careful, steadying grip, Bianca shivers again so she reaches down quickly and grabs the covers from the floor, wordlessly wrapping them around his shoulders the way she’d glided across his apartment like a child playing royalty, cape-like. Bianca sighs and grips the covers from underneath, holding them to his chest.

“You should come to bed,” Adore offers tentatively, actively compartmentalizing the way the words could sound. That’s an issue for another time, for a night where she’s far away from him and not in the present danger of being too close and too vulnerable in that late night way which feels so far removed from the rest of the world. She can’t think about any of it, not right now. “This stuff will still be here in the morning.”

Bianca exhales another very quiet sigh, and Adore watches as he touches the garment, fingertips so light that it doesn’t move at all. His fingers flex on the fabric, contemplative, and then he reaches to the back of the machine and flips the little light that illuminates the needle off.

“Great,” Adore encourages softly, giving his arm a light pat as she takes it upon herself to turn the desk lamp off. Her eyes retain the glimmer of the dress a second longer and she feels its brightness exploding between the walls of her skull as the room fades to darkness.

Bianca gets up and his chair slides across the hardwood with a scratch, making Adore’s skin crawl. She feels the slightest hint of guilt at her own self-induced irritability, which frankly isn’t anything Bianca should have to deal with right now, so she sucks it up and bites her lip and follows him out into the hallway.

There’s really no debate to be had. Adore isn’t about to pretend that she’s even considered offering to crash on his couch. Instead, she walks ahead of him toward his bedroom, absently brushing her hand across the small of his back in a guiding gesture as she rushes forward.

“Come on. Bedtime,” she announces once they’re in the bedroom, and Bianca, terrifyingly, complies. He heads straight for the bed and drops the covers down from his shoulders without saying anything. Adore sits down with her back against the headboard and watches him — just a silhouette in the dark room — pull his sweatpants off and change into another t-shirt.

“Have you had enough water?” he asks suddenly, and Adore can feel more than see his eyes on her as he settles down on the other side of the bed, kicking the covers into a pile at his feet instead of pulling them up. “You’re gonna feel like shit tomorrow but you might as well be hydrated—“

“Bea,” Adore interrupts, shaking her head. I already feel like shit, she thinks and doesn’t say. “I’m fine. You don’t have to— I’m taking care of you right now.”

Bianca makes a noise that may be a suppressed laugh or a scoff, Adore doesn’t want to know which, and then nods to himself, shifting to curl up onto his side with his back to her.

He doesn’t say goodnight. Adore watches as his breathing slows and her eyes adjust to the darkness just enough that she can study the outline of his back, the way his shoulders seem to soften and drop more than any time when he’s awake as he drifts off.

She doesn’t move for a while. A few minutes, maybe, or perhaps an hour. It’s too late for time to really matter, and she’s worlds away from the nearest human, her chest tight with an uneasy cocktail of nausea and want and helplessness.

Eventually, when it gets too hard to keep her eyes open, Adore shifts and lies down on her back and only hesitates for a second before rolling over to face the wall that Bianca’s facing. The back of his head is a dark blur that covers most of what she can see, and her chest twists as she spends a moment looking at his sleep-flattened hair.

Then her eyes can no longer stay open, and she’s halfway to sleep when she whispers,

“Night, Bea,” into the overwhelming silence of the room.

It takes a minute — or more, again, time stretching out in that late night way, but then Bianca shifts, moves closer with an air of decisiveness even as his breathing remains steady and deep, as though he’s been asleep for a while.

Adore’s too full of unnameable things to resist.

She drapes an arm over the dip in his waist where he’s curled up, exhales a soft sigh and knows it must hit the back of his neck. Bianca shifts into the weight of her arm and settles there, and says nothing for long enough that Adore doesn’t notice when she stops thinking and drifts off.

Adore awakes to a pounding headache and a dry mouth, and she has to dash toward the bathroom before she can register or overthink the fact that she never pulled away from where she’d crashed.

When she tiptoes back into the room, pale and shaky but freshly showered and wrapped in one of his towels, Bianca is still curled up in the middle of the bed, and he looks younger and calmer in his sleep.

Outside the window, through the half-open blinds, the sun is approaching noon.

#biadore #bianca del rio #adore delano #mutual pining #hurt/comfort #tw alcohol #dylann #rpdr fanfiction #submission #canon compliant

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emberoops-archive · 4 years ago

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so here in my analysis of last nights nightmare, because i am very impressed. under a readmore, trigger warnings for body horror, abuse, mentions of genocide, references to torture, and teeth. (and more! check tags)

so in the dream i was in a relationship with the dude who started the genocide against the nafar. hes tried to get me to date him irl, so i guess that isnt too surprising! (and points for pulling from irl people for this, well done.) i didnt want to be in a relationship with him, but i was going through the motions to keep him from murdering me again. for some reason in the dream dying mattered - maybe i was mortal?

anyway! so my parents and i (and the asshole, whose name is il’guin) all win this raffle for a mansion, with staff. if i marry the dude, its permanent, but if i dont, it isnt; i have a week to decide.

for some reason while i am there, he and i are like...getting along? like, i know even then that hes a horrible man who murders my people for stupid reasons, has murdered and tortured and torture-murdered me in the past, and so on, but im in love with him? somehow? (this adds points to the after-waking category because even though i know it was a dream that fucked with me a little for a bit, like, self?? really???? come on!!)

but theres all of these weird things going on with the mansion and its like. part horror script, part psychological warfare, part something shady that i didnt actually uncover before i woke up? like, they gave me orthodontic surgery for my teeth, which they first gaslit me into thinking i needed, for free, which was great until my mom was talking about how what they did was actually really really bad and they not only fucked my teeth up, but it made me almost certain to be reliant on the specific dentist who was there for my case to keep them working.

they also were like, threatening these random kids who i guess were supposed to be my siblings? which is weird because i dont even have siblings! well, not in the universe where the parents who were in the dream exist, anyway. i guess i technically have a brother in the universe il’guin is from, but hes older than me. whatever. but like, they were talking about how it would a pity if i were to leave and something happened, etc.

the night i realized that i was being manipulated and gaslit i went to find my mom to help and she had to take out the surgery stuff they did, but it was so rushed she had to just...pull it out. so she like, grabbed my teeth and was like, “look, this is going to hurt a lot, but you absolutely cannot move or i cannot put your teeth back, and if we leave it in bad things will happen.” (she gave the specific bad things but i cannot remember anymore rip).

and then she pulled on my molars and like, the entire row of teeth just slid out? they were legit that loose, and everything was threaded onto a wire. so she slid them out, fixed them, and put them back in, but they were super loose. it did let her twist this one tooth that is crooked irl to fix it, though, so...nice? i guess? but if i bit down or pressed to hard on the wrong tooth it like, disappeared into my jawbone, which was no bueno.

then she did the top, and like, for some reason i couldnt see when she did the bottom jaw, but when she did the top i could, so she was like, “dont look, its going to freak you out and then youll move and your teeth will be fucked up!” but i looked and like. my entire palate came apart into strings, like, cat’s cradled between my teeth, and started coming apart, and there was just a black hole into i guess my sinuses? and i started trying to stay still but i was also screaming and starting to panic because my entire face was unraveling, and then i woke up.

so the categories!

general applicability: 9/10. not everyone has someone terrible who tried to date them or they dated, but the idea of being stuck acting like you are is scary, and even if that falls through, watching your face unravel when an entire row of teeth come out is super terrifying.

cliche deduction: gonna go with a 2/10 deduction on this, since the teeth thing is super common. it isnt higher because usually they just, like, fall out, instead of the surgery angle, and i like the departure from the standard and creativity involved.

waking/lingering efficacy: 7/10. this definitely had me spooked and/or questioning myself for a while after i woke up, and the last image before i woke up is genuinely disturbing even to think of. however, i have had dreams that werent even nightmares while i had them that left me slightly disturbed for days after i woke up, so i know he can do better. still, this is good, and if i werent used to being tortured and/or killed i probably would be more bothered by this for longer.

use of setting/plot: honestly, 5/10. for a spooky murder mansion where i was dating my genocidal murderer, vague threats, a strangely clogged shower, and bad orthodontic surgery is a huge underutilization of the pieces there. it did however leave a good building sense of just, being unsettled or suspicious? so that was good.

overall: honestly my rating should be 4.75/10 from the math above but honestly that teeth bit was so well done, i think it needs to be a solid 8/10 at least. i know dream could do better probably but i am still very impressed. i also love the detail that the one doing this was my mother, and she was actually helping me, adding the additional fear of my fear, since my yelling and thrashing around posed danger to myself.

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verdigrisprowl · 7 years ago

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Oct 9 Dancitron Movie Night - Matrix: Revolutions

Prowl feels accomplished; not only did he make it through the movie emotionally intact, he even managed to keep talking while barely faltering during one of the scenes that scratched at one of his trauma triggers.

After the movie Soundwave showed Prowl where his optical sensors are in alt-mode and Prowl subtly confirmed that his light bar does function as optics, making Soundwave the first person he’s informed. Their trust exercises look weird.

ItsyBitsySpyers 7:56 pm *Soundwave has made himself quite comfortable on his usual seat, one feeler propping his legs up, the other serving as combination pillow for himself and head scratcher for the Ravage on the couch's arm.* Me 7:58 pm *appears, checks to ensure that his usual spot is free, nods hello to Ravage since he's nearby, and sits.* Swoop 7:59 pm *slides into the room, still LITERALLY smoking hot* Purgatori 7:59 pm *Does Ratchet even want to know what you did, Swoop* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm *Soundwave bobs his helm hello at Prowl and glances over in Ratchet's direction. That's a new fa-- oh Primus, Swoop's smoking.*

[[Do that outside.]] [[Greetings, Ratchet.]] Purgatori 8:01 pm "Soundwave." *Theres another glance at Swoop, and then a soft sigh and an optic roll* Swoop 8:01 pm *has no idea what Soundwave is 'talking' about and skitters around the room* Bird! *is a very real risk of setting off any sprinkler system in here* boomtank 8:01 pm ((rabbit, what did you do? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:02 pm [[Bird is outside.]] Lies. [[If you want to find her, you have to look for her.]] Purgatori 8:02 pm *pulls out a fire blanket and rubbs Swoop down* Swoop 8:02 pm *dives for the door but is intercepted* ????????????? *so much wiggles* Purgatori 8:03 pm *Ratchet isnt smiling, no hes not* *Releases Swoop* "There." Bevel 8:04 pm *got a makeover between movie nights like y'do* Swoop 8:04 pm *FLAILS right into a heap on the floor* boomtank 8:05 pm -wanders in, looking vaguely out of it- Purgatori 8:05 pm *Puts blanket away, returns to his corner spot* Swoop 8:05 pm *giggles to himself then POPS up and rushes out the door to find Bird* Bevel 8:05 pm Was Swoop dirty? Me 8:05 pm *Hm. Two new people here tonight.* Swoop 8:05 pm *is dirty all day every day* Me 8:06 pm *Oblivious to the fact that one of the new people is an old people.* Purgatori 8:06 pm I did not want him to set the sprinklers off. I have given up on giving him a bath. Swoop 8:06 pm *is a stinky boy all over the roof of Dancitron, this is not what you told him Soundwave, where is Bird???* Bevel 8:07 pm *that's a perfectly normal reaction to her picking a new frame, Prowl* ...Sprinklers? Was he on fire? *and she missed it? boo* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm ((OKAY back had to fill in new guest 😄 )) Purgatori 8:08 pm When is he not on fire, is the correct question. He is a Dinobot. He catches himself and half the Ark on fire most of the time. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm *Bird appears at the roof and looks at Swoop.* {{What you upping here for? Go inside, is movie.}} Purgatori 8:09 pm Also, it has come to my attention I do not know who you are. I am Ratchet. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm ((FIVE MINUTE WARNING grab snacks)) Swoop 8:09 pm Looking for Bird!! Keheh It WORK Bevel 8:09 pm *hums* Side effect of breathing fire. Me 8:09 pm ((*has fooded and is ready*)) Bevel 8:10 pm ((*also has food as you well know* boomtank 8:10 pm ((-is working on blog-)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm ((OKAY LEMME THINK NOW warnings warnings... uhh violence and blood, probably some cursing, one of the nightclubs has got fetish gear and stuff going, early 2000s Edginess, discussion of self harm annnnd i feel like I'm forgetting something but it won't come to mind so yeah)) Purgatori 8:12 pm *slips into a seat* boomtank 8:12 pm -going to sit somewhere he can and try to focus- Swoop 8:13 pm *follows after Bird, whether that be to the movies or not he genuinely doesn't care* Bevel 8:13 pm ((I like the warning for early 2000 edge. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm *She's definitely going inside. And sitting by Blaster. Because Swoop will follow and it's funny.* Bevel 8:14 pm *Bevel will look for twins before she decides on a seat* boomtank 8:14 pm -curious glance over at Laserbeak- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm *Twins are on their own seat; Bevel is welcome to join.* Swoop 8:14 pm *is apparently going to be by Blaster now* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm ((WE'RE DOIN THIS)) Bevel 8:15 pm *she will do just that, budge over lil bits* boomtank 8:15 pm -waitwhatno- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm @P: (txt): Reminder: Agent Smith invasion: continued theme. Swoop 8:15 pm *sprawls out, wings everywhere, watching Bird* Purgatori 8:15 pm *rolls eyes at Swoop* Me 8:16 pm @S «Noted.» *He didn't expect anything else.* boomtank 8:16 pm -shoves at Swoop- Hey! Swoop 8:16 pm *immediately digs in when he's shoved and snaps his head to stare at Blaster* boomtank 8:17 pm Could you scoot over a bit? Swoop 8:17 pm No boomtank 8:17 pm ..... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm *Laserbeak cackles quietly to herself.* boomtank 8:17 pm You're literally on top of me Swoop 8:18 pm *literally any volume of Bird laughing is encouragement in Swoop's book* Yah. boomtank 8:18 pm I'm not part of the seating ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm ((gdit my audio glitched. one sec)) Purgatori 8:19 pm *Why does this mech look like a holoform of Megatron* Swoop 8:19 pm Keh! Dinobot sit aaaaaaaanywhere boomtank 8:19 pm Yes, sure, but not on me Swoop 8:19 pm Yah on you Purgatori 8:19 pm [[ oh my god the little bing saying ur friends with someone sounds like an airplane]] boomtank 8:20 pm ((hehe Purgatori 8:20 pm *soft chuckles under his breath at Blaster* boomtank 8:20 pm No, not on me. Off. Swoop 8:20 pm No boomtank 8:20 pm Get off. Swoop 8:20 pm Make me boomtank 8:20 pm Seriously? Swoop 8:20 pm *chuckles with flames in his throat* Purgatori 8:20 pm Swoop, no. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm [[Laserbeak.]]

{{Boooooo.}} She pats Swoop on the wing. {{You move, not on Blastbutt.}} Purgatori 8:21 pm *rubs his face tiredly* Swoop 8:21 pm *sits up, optics wide, and blinks at Laserbeak* ???? Move? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm {{Yes, yes. No bumping. Bird only.}} boomtank 8:21 pm -scrubs at his face- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm [[The Oracle hu-- program is different.]] boomtank 8:22 pm -he's too tired/frazzled/out of it for this- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm *Interested lean* Me 8:22 pm ... Is it? Swoop 8:22 pm *sliiiiiiiiiides away from Blaster, clearly off put and pouting* boomtank 8:22 pm Thank you ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm [[It is.]] He turns to Prowl and shows the different voice prints on his screen - without sound, so as not to interrupt the movie. Swoop 8:23 pm Meh meh meh ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm *Laserbeak pats Swoop's arm and trills. A good minion.* Swoop 8:24 pm .... *okay he's good now* <3 Me 8:24 pm *... Okay, he supposes those look different.* boomtank 8:25 pm -just realizing he has no idea what is going on in the movie- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm //Sounds like Functionist scrap.// Purgatori 8:26 pm *unsettled ruffling of plating* boomtank 8:26 pm ..... Swoop 8:26 pm *picks his seat, this is so talky, blah* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm {{It fight later, you see.}} Bevel 8:27 pm I like those programs. Swoop 8:27 pm Us watch ALL fighting movie next, Bird! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm {{Nooo, next week Vulcan week. Week after, that big fighting, war, gods.}} Swoop 8:29 pm What Vulcan week means? Bevel 8:29 pm Aliens. Purgatori 8:29 pm Oh. I know Vulcans ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm *Soundwave perks.* Bevel 8:31 pm Vulcans are neat but I like Klingons best so far. And Odo. Purgatori 8:31 pm Klingons. Why is it always Klingons Me 8:31 pm ... Know them personally? Or by reputation? Swoop 8:31 pm *transforms in to robotmode and pulls a well nibbled goodie out of subspace to gnaw on* Bevel 8:31 pm *grins and sticks her tongue out at Ratchet* Purgatori 8:32 pm [unimpressed stare at bevel] Me 8:33 pm @S «... I'm confused, let me make sure I have all this straight.» Bevel 8:33 pm Klingons are warriors! They fight for honor and stuff. Even if bat'leths would be really bad weapons in real life. Purgatori 8:33 pm There is no way that these humans are moving like this Me 8:34 pm @S «There are three worlds; the machine world, the Matrix—both of which are digital—and the physical world. That train goes between the two digital worlds. Correct?» Purgatori 8:34 pm Damnit Bevel, im a doctor, not a warrior. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm *Frenzy LAUGHS* Swoop 8:34 pm Me SWOOP am warrior!! *about falls over himself to announce this fact to the room* Bevel 8:35 pm I think the doctor is human. Purgatori 8:35 pm He is human. Me 8:35 pm You missed the first two movies, Ratchet. They AREN'T moving like that. Most of this movie takes place in a virtual world. Their minds are plugged into a video game, more or less. boomtank 8:35 pm .....? Purgatori 8:35 pm A video game. Of course. Swoop 8:35 pm Game? Game! Us play game instead of boring talk movie! Bevel 8:36 pm Than you can be the human doctor and I can be the Klingon warrior and everyone is happy. 😄 Purgatori 8:36 pm A neck brace? What is she doing out of themedbay? Swoop 8:36 pm ((This early 2000s edge is killing me)) Purgatori 8:37 pm Someone get that woman a better fitting shirt boomtank 8:37 pm ...I am...kinda...lost Swoop 8:37 pm ((everyone on screen thinks they are so fucking cool good lord XD)) Me 8:37 pm @S «So. WHICH way were the two adult programs and their offspring trying to go? To the Matrix, right? Then... were they coming BACK from the machine world? Why, if they'd met with the man here, who's in the Matrix, not the machine world? And they said that only the child could stay in the Matrix, correct? So why were the other two accompanying her?» Swoop 8:37 pm *slides down in his seat like every word is physically weighting this poor flaplingdown* *he's going to get crushed someone save him from the talk* Purgatori 8:38 pm *Be strong, Swoop. Be strong for Bird* boomtank 8:38 pm ....... Swoop 8:38 pm KEHEHHE Her good Her KICK no more talk talk talk talk Bevel 8:39 pm *laughs* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm @Prowl: (txt): Machine world: not digital. Machine world shares human physical world, area: separate. There, machines, programs: created. Obsolete machines: recalled, deleted-destroyed.

Train permits connection, travel deep into Matrix, entity base preservation. Alternative: Old Matrix into New Matrix. These, exiles, hunted - Keymaker, ghosts, Sati program. boomtank 8:40 pm -still has no idea what is going on, and kinda going back to his data-pad now- Swoop 8:40 pm ((God so much of these movies rest on the shoulders of Trinity's powerful, knowing love being a force everyone must recognize and she just...)) Purgatori 8:40 pm *soft frown* Me 8:40 pm @S «... Programs can't be in the physical world. They're programs.» @S «Do the programs have physical bodies?» Purgatori 8:42 pm *this hits really close to home* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm @P: (txt): Physical bodies: machines. Digital bodies: programs. When through train, programs:... camouflaged. Machine control: removed. Swoop 8:43 pm *paws at Bird's wing* Me Swoop like, uh, like on YouTube, slow-- Slow Mo Bros. Us watch shoot stuff in slow motion EXPLODE kehhhehhhhe watch that instead of talk talk TALK movie! Me 8:43 pm *These are digital projections of their identities. For her to have been INTERNALLY changed so much she can't even recognize herself...* boomtank 8:43 pm -so very very lost- *His fuel tank twists.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm {{Swoop want going room, watch them? Not stay here?}} Swoop 8:44 pm Me Swoop want to hang out with Bird : > Purgatori 8:45 pm *soft stare* Me 8:46 pm @S «... The Source. That's what I meant by machine world. They speak of a source that programs go to and come. They treat it like it's different from the physical world.» Bevel 8:46 pm Uh-oh. Me 8:47 pm @S «The train DIDN'T go to the source? It went back and forth from the physical world and the Matrix. Why were three programs going back and forth? The child had obviously been made IN the Matrix, even if the other two had physical machine bodies it was likely she did not, how could she have left?» Me 8:48 pm @S «...The programs CAN'T have physical bodies. If they did, they couldn't be refugees inside the Matrix, because the machines on the outside could just destroy their physical bodies. Right?» Purgatori 8:48 pm Oh no ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm @P: (txt): ...Perhaps Sati: machine world creation without physical form? Program written there, noticed, smuggled into Matrix. Existence similarity... Tarantulas' AI? Me 8:50 pm *Goes still as he tries not to think about how all of those were people.* Purgatori 8:51 pm *Freezes* *clutches arms so tight plating creaks* Me 8:51 pm @S «That's what I'm saying. She doesn't have a physical form. There have to be—» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm *...Now, Prowl, he expects. Ratchet's reaction is new.* Bevel 8:51 pm *gasps* boomtank 8:51 pm ................ Me 8:51 pm @S «... Have to be programs without physical forms.» Swoop 8:51 pm *looks upside down at Ratchet* ?? boomtank 8:52 pm -Blaster is now leaving the room, byyyye- Swoop 8:52 pm *FLOPS ON HIS BELLY AND CONQUERS THE ENTIRE SOFA* *SWOOP WINS AT SITTING* Purgatori 8:54 pm *forces himself to release his arms, theres a slight tremble to his hands now* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm @P: (txt): Then this... term. Secret upload. Machine creators entered Matrix - this, allowed - encountered Merovingian. Deal created. Creators re-entered physical world, gathered secret program, uploaded all selves. Train: secret path into Matrix. After Sati: delivered, safe, creators returned. Other machines: without knowledge. boomtank 8:56 pm -Yes, Swoop, the entire sofa is yours. Blaster has vacated entierly- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm *Soundwave nods to Blaster, who appears to be leaving. These ARE difficult films to get through.* Me 8:56 pm @S «... Makes sense.» Purgatori 8:56 pm *clenches fist tightly* *scrubs at his faceplates* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm [[Are you well, doctor?]] Swoop 8:57 pm *kicks his feet absentmindedly and chirps to himself* boomtank 8:57 pm -quick and absent wave at Soundwave as he passes- Me 8:57 pm *Glances over?* Purgatori 8:57 pm Im fine. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm [[...We do have a bar.]] *If Ratchet needs to drown something out.* Purgatori 8:59 pm *slowly stands, shaking out clenched plating* Swoop 8:59 pm *notices Ratchet going and stares at him all the way* Purgatori 8:59 pm Can I help you, Swoop? Swoop 8:59 pm Hi Purgatori 9:00 pm Hello Bevel 9:00 pm *frowns worriedly at Ratchet before looking back at the movie* Swoop 9:00 pm *waves* boomtank 9:00 pm -might be back. Later. Lots later- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm *As you need, Blaster.* Purgatori 9:00 pm [i dont actually know much about the bar do i need to pay for things] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm ((payment is just bartering, trading interesting or useful things/data)) ((that's just the booze; snacks are out in the open and free)) Purgatori 9:01 pm [[wjat tje hell does ratchet have thats interesting]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm ((data on his timeline)) Swoop 9:01 pm *chews on the arm of the couch* Purgatori 9:01 pm *Glances at the bar, walks by swoop and gently whaps him on the helm* Stop that Swoop 9:02 pm !!! :V What stop? Purgatori 9:02 pm I will sit on you, Swoop Swoop 9:02 pm No! Kehehh. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm [[He likes the Niobe human.]] [[She has a sharp glossa.]] Purgatori 9:02 pm Couches are not for chewing. Swoop 9:03 pm Me Swoop chewing couch : > Purgatori 9:03 pm Do you need a chewtoy. I have one that squeaks Swoop 9:03 pm *grabby hands* Purgatori 9:03 pm ....is he talking like that other human Swoop 9:03 pm *GRABBY HANDS* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm [[The Smith Agent? Yes.]] [[He bears a copy in his mind.]] Purgatori 9:04 pm *pulls out chewtoy* Swoop 9:04 pm !!! Purgatori 9:04 pm Do you promise not to chew on the couch. Swoop 9:04 pm No : > Dinobots chew EVERYTHING Purgatori 9:04 pm Then no chewtoy Swoop 9:05 pm ????????? Purgatori 9:05 pm *subspaces it* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm [[Dinobots will stick to chewing themselves instead of his property if they wish to visit his deployers.]] Purgatori 9:05 pm Thank you, Soundwave. Swoop 9:05 pm *what? is? happening???? he just?? wants?? to BITE????* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm *Bets Ratchet's not had to say THAT before.* Purgatori 9:05 pm *You would be surprised* Swoop 9:06 pm *chitters at Bird* Purgatori 9:06 pm *Now, thanking Megatron was an experience Ratchet never wants to repeat* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm @Prowl: (txt): Prowl's decision, Neo departure intention? Hypothetical situation. Bevel 9:07 pm *only Megatron worth thanking is a negative polarity one* Swoop 9:07 pm *is sooooooo sad you guys* *for real* Me 9:07 pm @S «... I wasn't paying close enough attention.» Purgatori 9:07 pm *softly clenches fist* *walks back to his table* Swoop 9:08 pm *chirp* *chirp* *chirp* *chirp* *chirp* Bevel 9:09 pm ((this actor is really good dang ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm @P: (txt): Machines approach human city. Humans intended return. Neo wanted own ship, purpose: approach machine city. This, impossible; captain protested, refused, reason: ship, manpower waste. Other captain shared ship. Swoop 9:10 pm *chirp* *chirp* *chirp* Purgatori 9:10 pm *throws a wrench at swoop* Swoop 9:10 pm !!! KEHHEHHEHHHEHHHH ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm *Laserbeak snatches it out of the air with a feeler. And subspaces it. This is hers now.* Swoop 9:10 pm Ow! *is clearly entertained and not hurt* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm [[No violence. That is the first rule. Consider this your only warning.]] [[He will bridge you both.]] Swoop 9:10 pm *grins at Bird* Me 9:11 pm @S «Wouldn't be able to...» Purgatori 9:11 pm Apologies Swoop 9:11 pm You Bird FAST fighter! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm {{Bird BEST fighter.}} boomtank 9:11 pm -peers back in- !!!! Swoop 9:12 pm Better than GRIMLOCK? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm ((THAT'S the other thing i was gonna warn for. flashing. my bad)) Me 9:12 pm @S «... Wouldn't be able to decide without a, a thorough knowledge. Of the forces—that the machines were throwing at Zion, the forces the... humans were able to muster... the forces facing them in the machine city, and—and the objective they're pursuing in the machine city.» boomtank 9:12 pm -BAD timing- Me 9:13 pm *Hah. HAHH. He was able to speak the entire way through Smith visually puppetting someone else.* Purgatori 9:13 pm *plating pulls tight to his frame* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm *Good, because partial distraction was his goal.* Swoop 9:13 pm Ratchet boomtank 9:13 pm -back to being out of the room- Swoop 9:14 pm Ratchet. Me Swoop want toy now. Purgatori 9:14 pm *stares at Swoop* Swoop 9:14 pm *stares back* Bevel 9:14 pm *shifts uncomfortably* Purgatori 9:15 pm I could fix that, make it slimmer. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm @Prowl: (txt): Fair. Perhaps once answers: gathered.

Lean accepted? Purgatori 9:15 pm The waste of power they have making it large and showey is ridiculous Swoop 9:15 pm Ratchet Purgatori 9:15 pm Thats my name, its already worn out Swoop 9:15 pm Me Swoop WANT toy now ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm [[...These remind him of the Ripley human.]] [[He likes her better.]] Me 9:16 pm *It wasn't a distraction, it was a TEST. And Prowl passed. He's getting stronger.* Bevel 9:16 pm Ripley was awesome. Purgatori 9:16 pm *pulls toy out of subspace* I actually know that one. Swoop 9:16 pm *peep* Purgatori 9:16 pm With the ones who bleed acid. *moves closer to Swoop, tucks toy in his hands* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[Yes. Everyone should know that one. And the others. They are excellent.]] Swoop 9:17 pm *reaches* Purgatori 9:17 pm My favorite is the second one. Alien...s? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[Correct. With a]] Tiniest hesitation. [[Xenomorph Queen.]]

[[You have good taste, Bevel.]] *Now to see if the Niobe human pilots as well as she claims.* Bevel 9:18 pm *grins* Course I do. Purgatori 9:18 pm *holds out toy towards Swoop* They are naked Swoop 9:19 pm *SNATCHES up the toy* Purgatori 9:19 pm *soft engine rumble, that was rude, boy* Swoop 9:19 pm *is a rude boy* Purgatori 9:19 pm *ruffles helm* boomtank 9:19 pm -peers back in again- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm \\HA! LOOKIT THAT DRILL. HOT DAMN.\\ Swoop 9:19 pm *chatters while gnawing on the toy and leaning into helm pets* Purgatori 9:19 pm I have pulled things like that out of mechs before ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm \\PERSONAL GOALS, TELL YA WHAT.\\ Purgatori 9:20 pm *scritches at swoops helm* boomtank 9:20 pm -yeah, no, he's back out again- Swoop 9:21 pm *tilts his head at the best/weirdest angle possible to ensure max scritches while he works on murdering this chew toy* Swoop 9:22 pm *mumbles incoherently around the toy* Purgatori 9:22 pm *This is where Kup would have a war story to tell* Swoop 9:23 pm *people who can read minds might know this is where swoop is calling things boring because there's no splatter and also no one flies again for some reason* Purgatori 9:23 pm These things are smart Bevel 9:24 pm Whoa. Swoop 9:24 pm Them HIT Me 9:24 pm If they were smarter they'd have known that maneuver made them a concentrated target. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm ((i was shooing the cat, what maneuver/what's smart)) Purgatori 9:24 pm Some died, but they managed to take out a military outpost Swoop 9:25 pm Them all fly apart Then hard to shoot All everywhere Me 9:25 pm They could have taken it out with less deaths if they'd started out separately and timed their flights so that they would collide at the same spot at the same time despite coming from different directions. Swoop 9:25 pm Or go in between Me 9:25 pm If they'd been shaped like a funnel instead of a worm. Purgatori 9:25 pm *vauge hand gestures, this is where Prowl knows more about things* Swoop 9:26 pm Them noodles not very good fighting. Them just headbutt. Bite? No long distance weapon! Dumb. Me Swoop could melt soooo much EVERYTHING same path. boomtank 9:27 pm -okay, no, this time he's gonna come back in and sit where he can.- Purgatori 9:27 pm This one looks like Ripley in the third installment Swoop 9:27 pm Bird much much better fighting ZAPPING than those thing! Because shoot. : > Me 9:28 pm ((very belated reply: all the squids started flying together in a stream and rammed into the control center where the humans were directing the battle to knock it over.)) Swoop 9:28 pm Bird better GRABBER than them too! Purgatori 9:28 pm *soft chuckling* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm ((OH YEAH that part)) Swoop 9:29 pm Pff that not so bad. Me Swoop could fly that. Bird could fly that! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *Soundwave listens to Prowl, approving of his assessment of the attack and nodding. In the meantime, Bird chitters and preens by wiggling her tiny mandibles.*

{{Bird shoot down, you melt. Straggler zapped! It good plan.}} boomtank 9:31 pm -small whine- Bevel 9:31 pm ((i missed what happened in the last few minutes, anything major? Swoop 9:31 pm *sees the mandible wiggle, SCREAMS ON THE INSIDE* Purgatori 9:31 pm [[bang bang shooty shooty]] Me 9:31 pm ((pretty much)) Bevel 9:31 pm ((i can live with missing some of that thanks boomtank 9:31 pm -so not happy- Me 9:32 pm ((the ship niobe's piloting is about to reach the dock, which the humans are pretty sure they're losing, but if she gets there in time she might be able to fire an EMP that takes out all the squids but also all the human defenses.)) Swoop 9:33 pm Me Swoop have missiles too! Not JUST fire! Missiles. *reaches around himself to tap some plating on his back that isn't easily visible with his wings laid the way they are now* Me 9:34 pm *... He's pretty sure Ironfist wrote a scene like that once.* Purgatori 9:34 pm Oh boomtank 9:34 pm -that's not good- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm //Damn good fightin'.// Swoop 9:37 pm *is suddenly more interested nonw that there's 1-on-1 happening* boomtank 9:37 pm -nervous wiggling- Swoop 9:37 pm KEH! That bad chain. Easy, easy break. Purgatori 9:37 pm ....i beleive the other humans are very dead now Swoop 9:38 pm YAH DEAD Kehhehh LOTS of dead ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm *Small puff. He likes the squid things.* *Wouldn't mind a deployer kind of like them, honestly, if he could support another. Which he can't. But if he could.* Purgatori 9:38 pm *do they remind you of yourself, wave* Bevel 9:38 pm *claps for Niobe* Purgatori 9:39 pm ITs a miracel ...miracle boomtank 9:39 pm -settles- Close Swoop 9:39 pm *adds to the emotional moment by chewing loudly on the squeaky chewtoy* *squeak* *squeak* Bevel 9:39 pm *giggles* Swoop 9:39 pm *squeak* Bevel 9:39 pm *perfect timing Swoop* Purgatori 9:40 pm *snorts at whooshing* boomtank 9:40 pm . . . That's not good Purgatori 9:42 pm So...Neo is...Prime, then? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm [[...Ugh.]] Swoop 9:42 pm Human Prime???? Bevel 9:42 pm Neo is cooler. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm [[...That would make the Oracle--]] Alpha Trion. [[Hmph.]] Bevel 9:43 pm *which is saying something because Bevel doesn't think Neo is very cool* Purgatori 9:43 pm by the power vested in me, I give you sight Swoop 9:44 pm Can human be prime? Purgatori 9:44 pm ...Jack was Me 9:44 pm *That's a new tactic. What IS that?* Swoop 9:44 pm wheeljack prime?????????? Purgatori 9:44 pm No, not....not that Jack Bevel 9:44 pm Darby? Purgatori 9:44 pm Primus, that is a terrifying thought ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm [[PRIMUS FORBID, Swoop.]] Swoop 9:44 pm *uncontrollable, full body shaking laughter* Purgatori 9:45 pm Lets...never speak of this to him, shall we ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm [[Never.]] Purgatori 9:45 pm The power of Love will overcome anything Swoop 9:45 pm Wheeljack is Prime then maybe MORE DINOBOTS kehehhehhhhhehhhh Purgatori 9:46 pm No, no more Swoop 9:46 pm Yis Purgatori 9:46 pm No We have enough Swoop 9:46 pm MILLION DINOBOTS boomtank 9:46 pm ....what is THAT!? Purgatori 9:46 pm No Swoop 9:46 pm : > ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm [[Bombs.]] Swoop 9:46 pm Why? boomtank 9:46 pm No, no, the thing fiering the bombs Purgatori 9:46 pm Because we have more than we can handle with you Swoop 9:46 pm Kehhehh boomtank 9:47 pm And squid things ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm [[...He does not know.]] Swoop 9:47 pm Swoop is "handful" HUH? Purgatori 9:47 pm You? Who said I was talking abot you Me 9:47 pm ... I'm sorry. How does that work. How is he blowing them up. That's rubbish. Bevel 9:47 pm Magic. Me 9:47 pm No. Swoop 9:47 pm Swoop is Dinobot Purgatori 9:47 pm Are you? Swoop 9:47 pm YAH Purgatori 9:47 pm I just thought you were a spoiled sparkling. My mistake ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm [[An ability to see and affect their code?]] Swoop 9:47 pm nooOOOO Me Swoop not a BABY Me Swoop am Dinobot warrior Purgatori 9:48 pm *scritches swoops helm* Swoop 9:48 pm Bomber *leans into scritches and squeaks the chew toy* Me 9:48 pm This has been purely scientifically based all the way to now, I'm going to switch to watching a fantasy right at the end. boomtank 9:48 pm Oh...and wow Purgatori 9:48 pm *His case im point* Me 9:48 pm By what mechanism does he, a human, remotely access their code? Swoop 9:48 pm Dinobots kill people : > Bevel 9:48 pm Maybe his mind is still attached to the machine world and he can do his Matrix stuff in the real world now? Purgatori 9:48 pm The power of Love boomtank 9:49 pm ????? Windchill 9:49 pm *Arrives.* Me 9:49 pm But his "Matrix stuff" was manipulating the programming of the Matrix. The real world doesn't HAVE programming. Windchill 9:49 pm *Is he late...again?* *Wow such talent.* Purgatori 9:49 pm *Oh a new person* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm [[...Wifi?]] Purgatori 9:49 pm She is ...not doing well ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm *Soft huff.* Windchill 9:49 pm *An old person excuse you.* Bevel 9:49 pm *snickers* Me 9:49 pm ......... Sure, all right. Purgatori 9:50 pm This trope is so overused ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm *Soundwave flicks a hand and huffs again. That's his best g-- oh.* Bevel 9:50 pm Soundwave has the best answers. Swoop 9:50 pm ((I am blown away by how much whispertalking is in this series. Somehow I didn't process that before now)) Windchill 9:50 pm Damn, looks like I missed all of the dramatic parts. Me 9:50 pm ((whispers are edgy)) Swoop 9:50 pm *EXPLODES laughing at Trinity being impaled so many times* Purgatori 9:50 pm How is...she talking right now? Windchill 9:50 pm I didn't have anything to wear, so I came naked. Sorry. Purgatori 9:50 pm Thats not..not possible Swoop 9:51 pm Me Swoop get stab before Not TALK boomtank 9:51 pm -huffs- Swoop 9:51 pm But Firebreath Purgatori 9:51 pm Give it a rest, Neo Swoop 9:51 pm Same thing Dead Them, not Swoop kehhhehhe Windchill 9:51 pm *He gon' sit down.* Me 9:51 pm (("yes i can." you can do anything you set your mind to trinity, i believe in you.)) Purgatori 9:51 pm *wow this ....this hurts. More than he wants it to* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm [[She IS carrying on well for a meat creature with so many punctures.]] Purgatori 9:52 pm *he might have to leave* Swoop 9:52 pm *bored now, chewtoy time* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* Windchill 9:52 pm She's taking a long time to die. *Crosses his legs.* *At least it's not green.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:52 pm [[...What she really wanted to say was "kiss me"?]] Purgatori 9:52 pm *yep hes heading to the door* Bevel 9:52 pm ((kiss me goodbye~ Windchill 9:53 pm He sucked the life right out of her, like a vampire! Purgatori 9:53 pm [[IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GOOOOOOOO]] Me 9:53 pm @S «... Is that weird?» Windchill 9:53 pm Nobody told me this was about vampires! Swoop 9:53 pm *is confused by the sudden lack of headscritches but has a mouthful of chewtoy preventing him from words right now* Purgatori 9:53 pm *slowly walks back into the room, sits down heavily on the couch, he will make u move, swoop* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm @P: (txt:) ...What, weird? Me 9:54 pm @S «That what she wanted to say was "kiss me"?» Swoop 9:54 pm *is busy sitting by Bird, clearly the world should revolve around him.... or in this case around Bird* Windchill 9:54 pm *Cups his chin in his hands, preparing for the no doubt thrilling conclusion.* *Furrows his brows.* Purgatori 9:55 pm Insecticons Windchill 9:55 pm Pfft. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm *Soundwave looks to the screen for a bit, thinking. The way she was talking, he thought she was going to come up with some big statement or secret or encouragement, or something of the sort, but...*

*Glances to Prowl.*

*Looks to the screen.*

*...Back to Prowl.*

@P: (txt): No. Not weird. Swoop 9:55 pm Burbul *comes the pitiful attempt at talking around a mouthful of chewtoy* Me 9:55 pm *slight nod.* boomtank 9:55 pm ...... Yikes Windchill 9:55 pm It looks like an angry sea urchin. *He's not intimidated* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm [[...Fascinating.]] Windchill 9:56 pm Now it looks gross. Purgatori 9:56 pm Is that...a baby Swoop 9:56 pm Not a BAAAABBYY Me 9:56 pm *Ah, a healthy, thriving mechanical city. You don't see those often in alien media.* Purgatori 9:57 pm Bargaining. When has that ever gone right for both parties Bevel 9:57 pm *wonders why all robot cities are so dreary looking in human movies* Me 9:57 pm *It's stormy out.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm [[Bargaining has its uses.]] Purgatori 9:57 pm *snorts at that position* Swoop 9:57 pm Feelers Windchill 9:57 pm Yuck. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm *Glance without moving head.* Me 9:58 pm *Goes very still again.* Purgatori 9:58 pm Menemosurgery. Thats what this is like Windchill 9:58 pm That's yucky and I don't like it very much. Swoop 9:58 pm What mnemosurgery is? Purgatori 9:58 pm it is brain surgery, swoop. Swoop 9:58 pm *other than the biggest word a dinobot has ever said* Purgatori 9:58 pm [[ATLEAST SWOOP SAID IT RIGHT I BUTCHERED IT AHAHAHA IM TERIBBLE] Me 9:59 pm ... It's a subject that can probably wait to be covered until after the movie is over. Windchill 9:59 pm *Opens his mouth, shuts it.* Swoop 9:59 pm Ohhh brain surgery You say Next time say that Easier Kehhheh Purgatori 9:59 pm *clenches fist* *drama* *vocals* Windchill 10:00 pm I love all of this. *he waves, gesturing to encompass all of it.* Green shit. Swoop 10:00 pm KAH! Him fall bad ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm [[...So many.]] Me 10:00 pm ... He thinks he's going to win because he has the Oracle's eyes. He doesn't know the Oracle can no longer predict the future with complete accuracy. Purgatori 10:00 pm Are they seekers now boomtank 10:01 pm ...what is going on? besides a big fight scene? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm ((omg i have seen this like a dozen times and i never picked that up puff)) Windchill 10:01 pm *Leans forward and rubs his temples, trying not to laugh.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm ((i am ashaaaamed)) Swoop 10:01 pm Them not very good bombers Them no good at quick strike Them fighting in air like it ground Dumb Windchill 10:01 pm They are very good at looking silly, Swoop. Like Seekers. I would know. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm *Soundwave's plating pulls in at "the purpose of life is to end". That sounds too much like - well.* Swoop 10:01 pm Kehheheh YAH Silly Purgatori 10:02 pm *if that sentence is true...when will ratchet find peace* Windchill 10:02 pm *Nods in agreement with Swoop agreeing with him.* Purgatori 10:02 pm That is not how human anatomy works boomtank 10:02 pm That Smith guy is wrong Swoop 10:03 pm Him punch air BEFORE flying Bad ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm [[Of course he is wrong.]] Bevel 10:03 pm Very wrong. Swoop 10:03 pm Soundwave, you find movie GOOD fliers fighting next time Windchill 10:03 pm *Snickers. He can't help it.* Me 10:03 pm ... It's just... Smiths, forever. Every window they pass. Has EVERY human in the Matrix...? Swoop 10:03 pm Lots of energon. Kehheheh. Broken stuff. boomtank 10:04 pm If you only look at life as an end waiting to happen, you're not living. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm [[The purpose of life is to gather experience and information, and seek to see all that is.]] Purgatori 10:04 pm Wings. He had...lightning. ...for wings Windchill 10:04 pm Kinky. Swoop 10:04 pm Me Swoop can have FIRE wings Sometimes ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm [[And most likely every human. Yes.]] [[And program.]] Swoop 10:04 pm Until wind put out Windchill 10:04 pm That's cool, Swoop. Purgatori 10:04 pm I think you mean thats hot Me 10:04 pm *...* Swoop 10:04 pm Kehhehehhh Purgatori 10:05 pm *dad jokes, everyone, you heard it here first* Windchill 10:05 pm *He wasn't gonna go there, it might get taken the wrong way coming from him.* boomtank 10:05 pm .... Windchill 10:05 pm *But Whirl isn't here so he has no-one to flirt with.* Swoop 10:05 pm *licks his own arm then lets out a puff of flame to light the flammable fluid on his arm* *FIRE ARMS* Purgatori 10:05 pm Swoop Swoop 10:05 pm *well arm* Windchill 10:05 pm Heeey put that out, bucko. Purgatori 10:05 pm Why Swoop 10:05 pm That. BUT. Wings! : > Purgatori 10:06 pm Megatron and Prime Swoop 10:06 pm *holds his arm out to windchill for inspection* Windchill 10:06 pm *Fans at it with his giant yaoi hand.* Purgatori 10:06 pm *tosses fire blanket over swoops arm* *rubs at it* Swoop 10:07 pm !!! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm *It disturbs him too. The idea of, say, every single thing in his head becoming replaced with a single image. Every possible scrap of memory, every hint of identity, one thing. How horrifying.*

*And he's not the one who had his brain module tampered with and frame modified in recent memory. Prowl surely has a thousand times the discomfort.*

@P: (txt): Offer: hand? Windchill 10:07 pm Neato, but, like... Swoop 10:07 pm Ratchet Fire out : < Purgatori 10:07 pm *removes blanket* Windchill 10:07 pm Fire is an outside thing. Purgatori 10:07 pm Thank you Me 10:07 pm @S «... No.» Swoop 10:07 pm Dinobot is outside thing Me 10:07 pm *gratitude ping* Purgatori 10:07 pm Yes Windchill 10:07 pm *Nods.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm @Prowl: (txt): Acknowledged.

*Welcoming ping.* Windchill 10:07 pm We can go outside and you can show us more cool fire stuff. Swoop 10:08 pm How come no inside fire? Wheeljack does inside fire Purgatori 10:08 pm Hes not supposed to Windchill 10:08 pm Wheeljack is disreputable and hardly a good role model. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm [[...He said "Neo."]] Bevel 10:08 pm I hope when Neo wins everyone goes back to being themselves and stops looking alike. It is really creepy. Swoop 10:09 pm Wheeljack is "dinodad" : > boomtank 10:09 pm What just.... notthisagain -covers face- Windchill 10:10 pm Fire inside isn't good, you could burn down a building. Swoop 10:10 pm YAH Purgatori 10:10 pm Fifth element did something like this Swoop 10:10 pm ((good lord I remembered New Christ being on the nose but I didn't remember the goddamn light cross with his angel wings)) boomtank 10:10 pm -pers back out to this- Purgatori 10:11 pm [[and the music]] Me 10:11 pm ... Neo was a trojan. Swoop 10:11 pm Dinobots good for burning buildings down boomtank 10:11 pm .......What in the ever loving-? Purgatori 10:11 pm Not this building, Swoop Windchill 10:11 pm What if burning buildings down isn't good? Purgatori 10:11 pm I beleive soundwave and Bird, was it? would be upset ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm {{Yes. Big upset, Bird. Angry angry, shoot aft.}} Purgatori 10:11 pm *snorts* Swoop 10:11 pm nnoooOOoooOOOOOooo Swoop not DOING Purgatori 10:12 pm *someone needs to shoot his aft more often* Swoop 10:12 pm Swoop CAN burning building *bounces in place* CAN do Not DO do ((man he's lucky that he's right or he'd be some kind of asshole)) Windchill 10:12 pm (( *snorts* )) Me 10:12 pm ((right? maybe they were just retreating to refuel.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *Nods to Prowl. He would have thought of Neo as a program that helps a blocked antivirus run, but the main idea is there.* boomtank 10:13 pm So...they won? Purgatori 10:13 pm *again, ouch.* Bevel 10:13 pm *thinks Prowl is talking about the Trojan army/horse but it still makes sense to her* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm [[It is a truce.]] Windchill 10:13 pm I like the bug thing. boomtank 10:13 pm -UGH- Me 10:14 pm *considering that trojan viruses were named after the army/horse, yyyyyes?* Windchill 10:14 pm *points* Cat. boomtank 10:14 pm Don't remind me Swoop 10:14 pm *offers Bird his chew toy* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm *Bird gives it a squeak with her claws* Swoop 10:14 pm : > *her claws may now smell like they were on a dirty flamethrower because y'know they were* Me 10:15 pm *... Smith DIDN'T overwrite their brains, the data is still all there. They're back to normal. They were just being puppete—* *Prowl might have preferred if they were dead.* Bevel 10:16 pm *is glad everyone is still alive* Windchill 10:16 pm That sky sure is rainbow. Purgatori 10:16 pm Skylanders Swoop 10:16 pm Us watch How To Train Your Dragon Purgatori 10:16 pm *perks up* Bevel 10:16 pm ((sudden church choir boomtank 10:17 pm -sighs- I understood very little of all that Windchill 10:17 pm That dragon has a fat head. (( *weeps for the memory of the original Spyro.* )) Purgatori 10:17 pm He reminds me of.....that one predacon. Predaking? Windchill 10:17 pm Predadingaling. Swoop 10:17 pm Me Swoop meet Predaking! Me Swoop meet Purgatori 10:17 pm Did you now Swoop 10:17 pm Meet Him YAH Purgatori 10:18 pm Did you two compare flame breath ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm [[What did you not catch, Blaster?]] Swoop 10:18 pm And Darksteel and Skylynx and lots of little Predacons Nooooo *disappointed* Windchill 10:18 pm Sounds dirty. Swoop 10:18 pm Predaking is THEM king. Grimlock is Dinobot King. If them meet Them FIGHT Me Swoop want to watch kehhehhhh Windchill 10:19 pm *Scoffs, just a little.* boomtank 10:19 pm Just about everything Purgatori 10:19 pm I have to go. Thank you for the film. Bevel 10:19 pm *Bevel is gonna leave now because the mun isn't feeling too hot, night everyone* Me 10:20 pm ((gnight, feel better)) Windchill 10:20 pm (( Gnight! )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:20 pm [[You are welcome, Ratchet.]] Purgatori 10:20 pm Have a good evening. boomtank 10:20 pm g'night!)) Swoop 10:20 pm *squeaks the toy in one long, drawn out, annoying squeak* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:20 pm [[And goodnight, Bevel.]] Windchill 10:20 pm *Makes a face at new guy's retreating backside.* boomtank 10:20 pm Then again, I've been a bit...distracted ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm [[There were two films before it, and you were... busy. Tonight.]] *Glance at Swoop.* Swoop 10:21 pm *stares at Soundwave* boomtank 10:21 pm Oh. Well, that would explain Windchill 10:22 pm But can you explain...my face? boomtank 10:22 pm A metrotitan punched you ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm [[He tries not to.]] Windchill 10:22 pm ... I like that explanation. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm *Oh, he liked that one. Well done, points to Blaster.* *And now, while everyone else is distracted, looks to Prowl.* Windchill 10:23 pm I must be pretty tough to have survived that and come out looking this good. Go me. boomtank 10:23 pm -snorts- Swoop 10:23 pm *stares at the chew toy and SERIOUSLY considers setting it ablaze* *it's good now but fire really could only improve this situaation* boomtank 10:23 pm Yes. Go you. Swoop 10:23 pm *the question is how long it'd still squeak before it was just goo......* Me 10:23 pm *Has an intense frown on his face.* ... Wait. boomtank 10:24 pm -so much sarcasm- Windchill 10:24 pm *Strokes his enormous chin.* Me 10:24 pm That was BEVEL? Windchill 10:24 pm I'm amazing. I mean, look at my amazing chin. Are you not amazed? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm [[...Yes?]] boomtank 10:24 pm No Windchill 10:24 pm Well, your loss. Swoop 10:24 pm *lol jk fire improves everything* Me 10:24 pm ... Oh. Swoop 10:24 pm *ignites the chewtoy while gnawing on it* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm @P: (txt): ...Prowl not aware Bevel: shapeshifter? Windchill 10:25 pm *Gives Swoop a glare with one eye. The other...is elsewhere.* boomtank 10:25 pm My loss in what department? Me 10:25 pm Which one? Because one of them looked just like Ratch— No, you called him Ratchet. Other one. Windchill 10:25 pm *Probably ogling Blaster, sorry dude.* boomtank 10:25 pm -Swoop, no, fire bad in confined areas- Me 10:25 pm Yes, I knew. I just... thought there were two new guests tonight. Usually Bevel looks like Bevel. Swoop 10:25 pm *couldn't care less, continues to chew on a screaming, burning chewtoy* Windchill 10:26 pm Well, the way I have it figured. If you're not appreciating how amazing I am, you're missing out on my sparkling personality. *Says the guy with like two friends ever.* *With good reason.* *And he knows it.* boomtank 10:26 pm I'm sure. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm *Soundwave tilts his helm.* boomtank 10:26 pm -flat tone- Windchill 10:26 pm *He's still stroking his chin.* I am very sparkly. boomtank 10:27 pm -too tired for tact- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm [[You have not been around her very often.]] [[...IS THAT SMOKE. SWOOP.]] Swoop 10:27 pm *said toy is starting to be more goo than actual toy so, now that the death squeaks are over, he spits it out on the floor to die abandoned* YUP ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm *Immediately bridges Swoop and his toy OUTSIDE* Swoop 10:27 pm *WHOOSH* *is outside* : > ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[...What was he saying.]] Windchill 10:28 pm One time I was even sparkle...sparklier...when my friend—the girlfriend that I stole—painted my nails. Swoop 10:28 pm *but the awful smells can't be bridged out, later nerds!* Windchill 10:28 pm *Thanks, Swoop. You and your smells will not be soon forgotten.* boomtank 10:28 pm You stole a girlfriend Really? Windchill 10:29 pm Yeah, apparently. It wasn't on purpose. boomtank 10:29 pm How? Windchill 10:29 pm *Palms up, shrug.* boomtank 10:29 pm You stole someone on accident Windchill 10:30 pm That's what her boyfriend said. 'Cause... I'm not sure. boomtank 10:31 pm Yikes ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm [[Ah. Bevel. Yes. He... actually does not know what her base form is anymore. He knew when she was a newbuild. Hmm.]] Windchill 10:31 pm *The chin stroking slows considerably while he stares off into space, or at the nearest wall between him and space.* Me 10:32 pm ... Would THAT not be her base form, then? Windchill 10:32 pm Anyway she painted my nails and we nearly died from the fumes. boomtank 10:32 pm Your luck sounds weird ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm [[It may not be.]] Windchill 10:32 pm But the sparkles were worth it. boomtank 10:33 pm ...not going to ask Me 10:33 pm ... You're saying the form she was forged with is somehow not her base form? *dryly* Do you suspect she was born already in disguise? Windchill 10:33 pm Good. *He'll leave out the part with the twerking and the ass kicking then.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm [[He suspects she may have changed her root mode, as we do. It *has* been millions of years. ... For her.]] Me 10:34 pm ... Would a shapeshifter NEED to change their root mode? Can't they just... shift shape? Windchill 10:34 pm *Stops chin-stroking to stretch.* boomtank 10:35 pm -shakes his helm- You're weird ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm *Soundwave lifts a curled hand to his face and perches his chin between two knuckles.*

[[He should have asked Makeshift more while that mech was still alive.]] Windchill 10:36 pm *Shrugs mid-extended-stretch, with a grunt for good measure.* Or maybe. Me 10:36 pm ... Is it rude to ask shapeshifters about their shapeshifting? Like talking about someone's alt-mode? Windchill 10:36 pm I'm normal. Me 10:36 pm I figure it must be, otherwise they'd be answering the same questions from different people five times a day. Windchill 10:36 pm And it's everyone else who's weird. *He knows that the idea defies the definition of "normal," shhhh.* boomtank 10:37 pm You do know what the definition of weird is, right? Windchill 10:37 pm Maybe. But that would be telling. boomtank 10:38 pm Uh-huh Windchill 10:38 pm I gotta maintain an air of.. Of.. Mystery. *Or something.* boomtank 10:39 pm And you're doing that by not saying if you know the definition to a word or not ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm [[He is inclined to agree. The only ones he knew were - closed-mouthed.]] Chin tap. [[He has pull with Bevel. He will see if she would mind sharing information.]] Windchill 10:39 pm I work in mysterious ways... boomtank 10:39 pm No you don't It's not mysterious Windchill 10:40 pm I'm so mysterious you can't even comprehend it. Me 10:40 pm Not if it's rude to ask. Windchill 10:40 pm *Barely contained hysterical giggling.* *Sounds like a hog eating mud.* boomtank 10:41 pm It's boring Windchill 10:41 pm If saying so makes you feel better about it, I accept. boomtank 10:41 pm I take it back. You're not weird. You're boring. Windchill 10:41 pm Boring sounds nice. boomtank 10:42 pm -going back to his data-pad now- Windchill 10:42 pm Boring is safe, boring means that nothing goes wrong. It sounds fantastic. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm [[Then he will ask if she believes it is rude to ask first.]] Windchill 10:43 pm Anyway. *He doesn't care that he's only talking to himself at this point, not even a little.* Me 10:43 pm ... That works. Windchill 10:43 pm I must go. My wiggler, *he rests a hand on his chest, sighing dreamily for good measure.* Needs me. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:44 pm //Already? Throw 'er a snack from us.// Windchill 10:44 pm It's SLOBBERIN' TIME. I'll pass along the sentiment. And other, more edible things. *Which is everything except maybe lava, therein lies the problem and the hurry.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm *Heh.* Windchill 10:47 pm *She already ate her uncle's action figures and tried to eat another uncle, every day is exciting!* *Someone has to manage the chaos.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm *Soundwave suddenly pipes up again.*

[[He thought it was -asking- about alt modes that was rude. It is rude where you are from to talk about them as well?]] Because he's probably offended several people, if so. *Soundwave does not envy Windchill that job.* *His chaos rabble are bad enough and they don't eat everything. Only Ravage does.* Windchill 10:49 pm *Nobody does, but it's not thankless work.* Me 10:49 pm Just asking, primarily. If you volunteer information first, that's acceptable. And typically, volunteering information grants one's conversational partner permission to ask follow-up questions. Windchill 10:49 pm You guys have fun sitting in the dark. I gotta go sit in the dark somewhere else. With my spawn. *Gets up, and it's about time too.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm ((why's it so quiet in here, i ask myself, before remembering that i have control of the stream and forgot to put music on)) //That's what nightlights're for.// Windchill 10:50 pm She'd probably eat them. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm //Then you'd have a glowworm. Heh.// Windchill 10:51 pm *SPITS.* *Sorry.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm //Aw, mech, c'mon. I gotta clean that today.// Windchill 10:52 pm You caught me off guard! *Sighs dramatically.* Gimme a mop and I'll get it. *Primus knows he's used to cleaning up spit at this point, what's a little more?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm [[Then he gives you permission to ask questions, in the future, without waiting for volunteered information. While reserving the right to keep some data to himself.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm //Nah, nah. Jus' owe me a drink or somethin' for all my hard 'n respectable work.// ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm [[Or in the present. He assumed everything after his statement was 'future' when he said it.]] Hand flick. He's babbling. Windchill 10:54 pm That's not as funny. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm //Naw, but I get a free drink.// Windchill 10:55 pm *Scratches his chin.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm *Chuckle* Windchill 10:55 pm Not really my area, there. I'll figure something out. *Sounds like a losing deal to him, but does he care? Nah.* Me 10:56 pm ... How do you see in your alt-mode without headlights. *It's been bugging him.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm ((....give the mun a second to remember her HC on that one lmao)) Windchill 10:58 pm *He'll ask someone with even slightly more knowledge of drinking, later.* Byyyyyyyye, suckerrrrrrrrs. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm //Laters.// Windchill 10:59 pm *Waves, and walks out.* boomtank 11:01 pm -and as soon as Windchill is gone, he's standing up- Thanks for the movie ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm [[Quite welcome. Hopefully next week you will not be so lost.]] boomtank 11:01 pm Heh. Hopefully. G'night. -and off he goes.- ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm *Soundwave holds his hand up for patience (and no startled questions) from Prowl and rises. He turns to face the couch, steps forward, and uses the quick second of extra height to flip backward and into alt mode. Can't be hitting Prowl in the face with his wings, y'know.* *He slowly rotates to face Prowl and gestures with a feeler to the small black screen at the underside of his alt mode's nose.* Me 11:05 pm *Prowl leans forward to look at it.* ... That's an optical sensor? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm (txt): Affirmative. Other sensors, elsewhere. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm (txt): Wide view below. Long-range sight: excellent. Me 11:21 pm Huh. Is that the sensor itself, or is it a visor covering the real ones? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:26 pm (txt): Protective screen, unremovable. Sensors: delicate, calibrated.

The feeler suddenly twitched and spun.

(txt): Many weaknesses exposed. Prowl: trusted, safeguards. Agreed?

He didn't want Getaway knowing where to shoot to make fleeing difficult if he ever got a wild wire. Me 11:26 pm Agreed. ... I'd tell you where my alt-mode optical sensors are, but they all light up, so. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm *Soundwave tumbled forward into root mode again while Prowl talked and unfolded his arms, returning to Prowl's side.*

(txt): ...Dangerous. Bright target. How prevented, destruction? Me 11:32 pm ... Driving /around/ the bullets. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm (txt): ...Partial error commited. Headlight sensors possessed when Soundwave: vehicle.

*That flowerlike loading/processing ring makes its reappearance on his screen.*

(txt): -Around?- How? Bullets: fast. Me 11:34 pm *... belated humor tag* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:35 pm *Oh. OH. Okay. He knew Prowl's reflex limits from the space bridge tests, so he'd thought Prowl's trajectory calculations were fast enough to allow for...*

(txt): Would believe if truth. Me 11:38 pm Pff. I'm flattered. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm *Nods.*

(txt): Prowl given sympathy. Expected back optics joke number: thousands.

(txt): ...Useful, if plain sight planning. Soundwave notes. Me 11:44 pm Thousands is about right. "Plain sight planning"? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:47 pm (txt): Assume Prowl: facing wall.

*Points to the video screens.*

(txt): Conversing, partner identity: any. Behind Prowl, other table: Soundwave. There, casual gestures made. These, predesigned messages. Prowl sees, notes. Others never wise. Me 11:49 pm Hmm. *thin smirk.* Interesting. Do you want to try it? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:50 pm (txt): When? Me 11:50 pm ... Don't know. There aren't exactly many opportunities to try it out, these days. ...... And it seems like internal comms would be more efficient. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:51 pm (txt): Comms not always safe.

*Points to himself.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:52 pm (txt): ...Clarification: -Soundwave's- comms: safe, unless alternate, equal skill present. Then, uncertain. Referenced comms: other mechs'. Me 11:53 pm *dryly* Soundwave, have you been eavesdropping on my calls to you? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm *HUFF* Me 11:53 pm You can't trust anyone these days. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:57 pm (txt): Prowl's secret: discovered. Self, Prowl, in relationship. Silence offered; required blackmail payment: deliver kiss upstairs. Me 11:58 pm Well, then. I guess I have no choice, do I? Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm *Leans back a little, now concerned.*

(txt): Prowl has choice. That, self-mocking joke. Kiss not required if not wanted. Me 12:01 am ... I was joking along. Of course I want to kiss you. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am *...Nods. Yes. Right.*

(txt): Understood. Soundwave departs, destination: collection location. Reminder: Come alone.

*He's almost tempted to make a crack about police accompaniment but decides that'll spoil the mood.* Me 12:03 am Well, don't you think you should escort me? To ensure I don't go get backup? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:06 am (txt): Point accepted. Instructions: Stay close. Me 12:07 am *He'll just get to his feet and wrap an arm around Soundwave's.* ... For the record, this is about the limit of my improv roleplaying abilities. So. Don't get your hopes too high. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:08 am (txt): That, relief. Eighty alternates: plenty. Soundwave prefers self being self. *Pops open a bridge. To the apartment, this time. He wants to not be woken by the sound of shouting deployers in the morning.* Me 12:10 am *Puzzled blink. Did Soundwave think Prowl was going to try to imitate /him/ next?* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:10 am *It was the logical plot twist.* Me 12:10 am *Well, never mind that. Through the bridge—Prowl's got some blackmail to settle.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am *And off they've gone.*

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