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meenasmoon · 7 years ago

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Waiting for a Star to Fall Ch 6: Bust a Move

I liiiiivveee!!! Sorry for the obscene wait on this guys. I’m trying to do better and it’s my goal to put out some more updates this week.

Meena looked down at her phone screen as she sat at her kitchen counter, sipping her orange juice and aimlessly stirring the soggy remains of her cereal around in the bowl. She had spent a lazy morning in bed trying to decide how to spend her rare day off. She knew that she should probably get started on unpacking the moving boxes that still littered her house, but she just couldn’t seem to get behind the idea. Finally she decided on doing some more baby shopping with her recent paycheck, but she really didn’t want to go alone. And that’s how she found herself staring at her phone, hoping that someone would text her or call her before she had to reach out. Her phone’s blank screen glared up at her, taunting her with it’s lack of messages.

Hesitantly, she picked up the offending device and opened up the neighborhood group chat that Ash had added her to. Almost immediately she was engaged in a inner battle with her own shyness and her intense reluctance to shop alone. She debated whether or not to extend an open invitation to her neighbors for what felt like an eternity, one side of her brain insisting that she couldn’t possibly invite a stranger with her to shop for her babies, while the other side insisted that she reach out and make some friends. Eventually her desire for a shopping buddy won out and she slowly typed out a message.

Meena: Hello! I have some baby shopping to do and I was wondering if anyone wanted to tag along?

She stared at the screen despondently, thick regret filling her as soon as the message was sent. Did the exclamation mark make her sound too excited? Or was she too needy? What if they didn’t remember who she was? After all, she had only met them at the barbeque, and except for Ash and Johnny she hadn’t really run into any of them. Her panic mounted when the little bubble popped up to signify that someone was replying to her message. Why had she added that exclamation mark?! Her heart felt ready to jump out of her throat before the messages finally started to pour in.

Buster: Sorry Meena, I’m stuck at the church fixing some leaky pipes

Okay Buster wasn’t her first choice for baby shopping, so she wasn’t too bummed. Honestly she was hoping that Ash or Rosita would be free. As if the universe was determined to crush her plans, the next message popped up.

Ash: Lo siento querida I took an extra shift at the diner. Miss you! Send me pics!

Her heart definitely sunk at that. That was four neighbors down for the count. She never really expected Mike to reply in the group message anyways, and something told her that Miss Crawly didn’t have a cell phone, let alone know how to use one.

Johnny: Hey Meena! I’m stuck at the garage all day. But we should do something soon!

Johnny’s message was a relief more than any of the others. After Sunday and her subsequent talk with Ash, she wasn’t quite sure that she had built up sufficient courage to hang out with Johnny without turning into a stuttering mess. Just thinking about it made her hands clammy with nerves.

Gunter: meena! U must com 2 dance studio soon. I hav 2 take kids 2 gymnastics 2day. See u!

Meena struggled to read the confusing mix of numbers and abbreviations that was Gunter’s reply. The time that it took her to decipher his message gave Rosita just enough time to compose an essay detailing all of her duties that day as well as her children’s schedule. Dutifully, Meena read through the longest text message she had ever seen, her head swimming as she tried to reconcile the amount of activities with the hours in the day. It had to be physically impossible to be this busy, but if anyone could pull it off it was Rosita and her brood.

Her hopes of avoiding unpacking dashed, she set her phone down on the counter and carefully slid off of her stool in order to clean the few dishes she had managed to make. She was halfway through scrubbing her bowl when her phone buzzed loudly on the granite countertop. Meena frowned in confusion and quickly set the bowl aside to dry so that she could investigate.

Eddie: Hey Meena! My day is free if you still want to go shopping.

Meena stared at her phone in confusion as she processed the fact that, out of everyone, Eddie was the one who offered to take her shopping for baby stuff. She couldn’t even picture the man anywhere near a baby store, let alone helping her shop. And yet, her fingers hesitated over the screen before she could type out her refusal.

As if summoned, her mother’s voice rang in her head, admonishing her for assuming things about someone that she didn’t know. In truth, Eddie had been nothing but sweet at the bbq and his offer was equally kind if not more so. It only took one more glance at the pile of boxes waiting for her and her decision was made. So she took a deep breath and prepared to do the one thing that scared her more than anything. Put herself out there.

Meena: I’d love to have you along Eddie.

This time she decided against the question mark, considering how it had made her stomach churn with anxiety the first time. To her surprise, Eddie had no such qualms about expressing his eagerness to get out of the house, a fact that filled her with an odd sense of satisfaction.

Eddie: Awesome!! I’ll pick you up in like 20 minutes?

Reflexively, Meena wanted to protest his offer of a ride, but a well timed twinge in her back quickly changed her mind. Besides, riding the bus with her purchases was not an ideal scenario.

She sent back a confirmation before waddling as fast as she could to her room to change out of her bathrobe and into actual clothes. She slipped on a white, flower print dress made from light, flowing material that accented her bump nicely without hugging every inch of it. She paired it with a pair of tight black leggings that made her feel comfortable. She was in the middle of working her way around her belly in order to lace up her beat up pink converse when a loud honk outside her front door interrupted her struggle.

Quickly she finished the stubborn knot, grabbed her purse and shouldered her worn jean jacket as she left the house. As soon as she turned around, one arm still hanging out of her jacket, she caught sight of her unlikely companion for the day.

Eddie was lounging in the front seat of a vintage sea blue convertible that looked like it had rolled off the assembly line that morning. From what she could see, he was wearing a bulky red starter jacket fresh out of the 90s with white embellishments and a little E monogramed on the chest. His cheesy gold jewelry still adorned his neck and the combination of his curly black afro facial hair made it look like he had just rolled off of a couch in the 90s and up to her house.

Meena returned his eager grin with a shy smile as she made her way down the driveway, slipping her jacket the rest of the way on as she walked. Eddie bounced out of the car and ushered her to the passenger side, opening the door for her and doing his best to play the gentleman as he helped her into the low white leather seats. As soon as she was settled in and had situated her seatbelt so that it rested comfortably around her waist and not her pregnant belly, Eddie jogged over to the other side of the car and landed heavily into his seat, bouncing slightly when the white leather caught him. He shot her a wink and pulled two pairs of sunglasses out of nowhere, sliding his on in a move that reminded her of a cheesy action hero. The fact that this little show was obviously rehearsed only made it easier for her to let her laugh free from her usual shy restraints as she slipped on the proffered sunglasses and found a whole new side of herself.

Suddenly she was relaxing back into the leather seat, one arm casually resting on the side of the car. An foreign sense of calm and confidence washed over her as she and Eddie glanced at each, nodded seriously and looked forward as Eddie turned on the radio and put the car into gear and a funky, familiar beat burst out of the speakers to echo in the peaceful culdesac.

They sped off, simultaneously swaying to the beat, Meena trusting her unlikely companion to know the way to the best baby shopping. She let out a surprised laugh when Eddie began vigorously rapping along with the song, his mouth moving a mile a minute as he effortlessly kept up with the beat and perfectly pronounced every word. It was just the right side of dorky to be impressive and she continued to bounce to the beat as the music filled her senses and the wind whipped satisfyingly through her hair.

This here's a tale for all the fellas Tryin’ to do what those ladies tell us Get shot down cause ya over-zealous Play hard to get females get jealous Okay smarty go to a party Girls are scantily clad and showin’ body A chick walks by you wish you could sex her But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter Next days function high class luncheon Food is served and you're stone-cold munchin' Music comes on people start to dance But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants A girl starts walking guys start gawking Sits down next to you and starts talking Says she wants to dance cause she likes to groove So come on fatso and just bust a move

Slowly Meena felt her walls starting to crumble under a nostalgic beat that had been one of her father’s favorites and the adorably dorky antics of her new friend. She was filled with pleasant nostalgia as the image of her father dancing to the song while he did work around the house popped into her mind’s eye. He would always take her hand and spin her around in a flurry of improvised dance moves that had always coaxed a breathless laugh out of her. And as she watched Eddie’s lanky form wriggle in his best attempt at dancing while still paying attention to the road gripping the steering wheel, that same breathless laugh burst from her chest and happiness bloomed in her with renewed vigor. Eddie glanced over at her when her laugh echoed along with the beat. He gave her another cheesy grin and launched into the next round of rapping with increased fervor and utter joy.

You're on a mission and your wishin' Someone could cure your lonely condition Lookin' for love in all the wrong places No fine girls just ugly faces From frustration first inclination Is to become a monk and leave the situation But every dark tunnel has a light of hope So don't hang yourself, with a celibate rope Your movie's showin', so you're goin Could care less about the five you're blowin' Theater gets dark just to start the show Then ya spot a fine woman sittin' in your row She's dressed in yellow, she says "Hello, come sit next to me you fine fellow." You run over there without a second to lose And what comes next hey bust a move

Meena found herself clapping along with Eddie’s performance and suddenly she wasn’t the only one getting into the spirit of the catchy tune. A very firm volley of kicks coming from her swollen stomach gave her the last push that she needed to join in on the song, her sweet voice shocking Eddie into silence as she took over the hook that followed his next round. Normally she wouldn’t be caught dead singing in front of other people, especially in somewhere as public as a convertible, but her sudden bout of freedom was mercilessly doing away with her inhibitions. To think it had only taken a 90s rap song and a pair of sunglasses.

You want it, you got it You want it, baby you got it (Just bust a move) You want it, you got it You want it, baby you got it Yeah

By the time she had finished her hook they had pulled up to a stop light and were met with scrutiny from the cars on either side of them. For the first time in her life Meena didn’t crumple under the pressure of an audience. Sure her heart was pounding in her chest and she was slightly out of breath, but instead of hiding she was breaking out her best car dancing, which mainly consisted of a lot of hand and arm movements mixed with head bobs. Eddie was actually taking cues from her so that they were moving in sync as he rapped proudly to their captive audience of teenage girls on one side and a carful of little kids on the other.

In this city ladies look pretty Guys tell jokes so they can seem witty Tell a funny joke just to get some play Then you try to make a move and she says, "No way" Girls are fakin' goodness sakin' They want the man who brings home the bacon Got no money and you got no car Then you got no woman and there you are Some girls are sadistic, materialistic Lookin' for a man makes them opportunistic They're lyin' on a beach perpetrating a tan So a brother with the money can be their man So on the beach you're strollin' real high rollin' Everything you have is yours and not stolen A girl runs up with somethin' to prove So don't just stand there bust a move

As soon as the light changed to green Eddie hit the gas and sped through the intersection, leaving the kids laughing and the teenagers scarred for life, in true dad fashion. Meena let out another loud laugh, leaning back in the convertible as the wind whipped around her and she sang loudly to the world, her cares disappearing altogether.

You want it, you got it You want it, baby you got it (Just bust a move) You want it, you got it You want it, baby you got it Yeah

They finally pulled into the parking lot of one of the local baby stores and Meena felt a light fluttering in her stomach as she rubbed her stomach and undid her seatbelt. Though the car was parked, Eddie was still rapping and dancing in his seat, acting silly just to get another laugh from Meena. She shook her head in amused exasperation and struggled her way out of the low convertible. By the time she was upright and closing her car door, Eddie had resumed his rapping without the help of the song. Now that he had the use of his entire body once more he was doing his best attempt at a moonwalk on the gravel of the lot, still flailing awkwardly with his arms. It was a dad dance if Meena had ever seen one.

Your best friend Harry has a brother Larry In five days from now he's gonna marry He's hopin' you can make it there if you can Cause in the ceremony you'll be the best man You say neat-o, check your libido And roll to the church in your new tuxedo The bride walks down just to start the wedding And there's one more girl you won't be getting So you start thinkin' then you start blinking The bridesmaid looks and thinks that you're winking She thinks your kinda cute so she winks back And now your feelin' really firm cause the girl is stacked Reception's jumpin' bass is pumpin' You look at the girl and your heart starts thumpin' Says she wants to dance to a different groove Now you know what to do G bust a move

He stopped her in front of the cart area before she could try to wrench one from the masses, fixing her with an expectant stare. Meena laughed and blushed, the freedom of expression of the car fading. She couldn’t resist finishing the song though so she sang the last hook, accompanying it with a careful little spin that had her babies kicking in protest.

You want it, you got it You want it, baby you got it (Just bust a move) You want it, you got it You want it, baby you got it (move it boy) Yeah

“Dude. That was awesome!” Eddie crowed as he pushed the sunglasses up to inevitably get tangled in his afro and grinned at Meena with surprisingly innocent eyes for a grown man. She smiled back, her cheeks coloring a deeper red as looked anywhere but at his eager face. However, Eddie didn’t slow down her even a second, gesticulating wildly with his arms as he wrestled with the stack of shopping carts.

“That song is off the chain! And you! Your voice was totally rad!” He exclaimed, still tryin to wrench at least one cart free from the pile, to no avail.

Meena was quick to deny his praise, hoping to avoid those same questions that she had been hearing since her singing and stage fright simultaneously came into the light, “Oh. No. It was nothing, just a bit of fun, nothing special.”

Eddie halted his seemingly impossible quest for a cart, not noticing one heavily pregnant woman that snuck in and easily withdrew one of the other carts as he stared at Meena in bewilderment. Meena braced herself for the familiar litany of questions, her entire body tensing up, but instead of asking her why she didn’t sing more, why she was embarrassed Eddie just shrugged amicably and began wrestling with the carts once more, pulling with the full force of his lanky form.

Meena gaped at him in relieved amazement for a few moments, perpetually grateful that he had picked up on how uncomfortable she was with the topic of discussion and had dropped it. It was probably the first time in her life that that had happened, including incidents with her own family. A genuine grin spread across her face at his unspoken kindness and she relaxed her stance to a state of relaxation a few steps away from what it had been in the car. As she watched the older man struggled with the stubborn stack of carts like a child she marvelled at the fact that they must have been standing there for five minutes and he still had yet to get a cart free. With an exasperated smile she went to the other stack of carts and easily pulled one free.

“Eddie?” He looked up from his task and smiled sheepishly when he saw her waiting with an identical cart to the one he had been fighting with. He quickly let his new nemesis go and leapt onto the cart she had procured, riding it like a child instead of pushing it normally.

“Alright Meena! Let’s get this party started!” He exclaimed and kicked off the ground, propelling himself forward and into the store. Meena just shook her head and followed after him, entering the store with less exuberance but no less excitement. She loved shopping for baby stuff, it made her chest warm with excitement for the day when she would actually get to use all of the stuff she bought.

She found herself following Eddie as he rode the cart through the store to a specific aisle. She was infinitely grateful for his slow pace as her back was sending little twinges of protest to her movement. Shopping for baby stuff seemed to reveal a whole new facet of Eddie’s personality as a parent as he loaded her cart with the basics, each one accompanied by his own personal explanation of why it was the best choice. His explanations were, of course, filled with nineties slang that she was starting to reconcile with his personality, but he was actually really knowledgable about all of this stuff. He showed her the most reliable brand of baby bottles that came in cute little designs.

Meena’s soft smile stayed on her face as they traversed aisle after aisle, gathering all of the things on Meena’s list before getting to the fun part: browsing what she wanted to buy but couldn’t afford. Meena was wistfully staring up at double stroller that was built especially for twins up to the first year of their life. She winced when she looked at the price tag but she couldn’t tear herself away from the display. Suddenly she was descending into a panic sinkhole, falling deeper and deeper as she frantically asked herself how she was going to support twins working as a waitress when she could barely afford a nice stroller for them. Suddenly she was suffocating in questions she didn’t know how to answer. How was she going to handle one baby, let alone two? How was she going to work? What if something was wrong with her babies? With her? Was she ready to be a mother? Could she do this on her own??

And that was how Eddie found her when he rolled up with the cart from the baby clothes area where he had been slowly losing his mind over the sheer cuteness of the tiny scale of all of the baby clothes. She was staring at an expensive stroller and frantically cradling her stomach as a few tears escaped from her eyes. Eddie sighed as he took in her defeated stance and he felt a bolt of nostalgia shoot through him, sending him back to the days when he had been suddenly shoved into parenthood and was quickly overwhelmed by the pressures of raising a kid.

He left the cart off to the side and tentatively wrapped an arm around Meena’s shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting manner. When she leaned into his touch slightly and let out a pitiful little sniffle that tore his heart apart in his chest, he shifted his grip so that he was hugging her in the middle of a department store while she covered his favorite red jacket in silent tears. Slowly she calmed down enough for Eddie to guide her to the check out where she avoided the cashier’s concerned gaze and quickly paid for everything. Without a word, Eddie picked up all of the bags and led a despondent Meena out where the car was waiting for them.

Suddenly the plush white leather wasn’t comforting of freeing, it was a poor substitute for her bed as she curled up into it and tried valiantly to stop the steady stream of tears that had started up again. The rational part of her brain was berating her for ruining a perfectly good outing with her fears, but she quickly shoved it aside so that she could try to sort through the mess of anxiety that was consuming her. She didn’t even register Eddie starting the car or the wind in her hair as her surroundings faded out until she was left in muted isolation.

She was jolted out of her daze when she felt a soft touch on her shoulder, that small point of contact yanking her back to reality where she was sitting in Eddie’s convertible, in front of his house, crying. She looked up to find her door open and Eddie waiting patiently, watching her with an encouraging smile and an outstretched hand to help her out of the car. Sheer, horrifying embarrassment at her sudden breakdown filled her and she opened her mouth to say something, anything, some kind of apology for the way that a simple stroller had sent her into a breakdown, but Eddie beat her to the punch.

“Do you uh… wanna come in for some tea?” Meena blinked up at him for an eternity, her frazzled mind desperately trying to process that he had just invited her in for tea, was voluntarily asking to spend more time with her, even though she had just broken down in a department store and had to be ushered out in tears. After a few more minutes of awkward silence she shut her gaping mouth and nodded out a tentative acceptance to his invitation.

Eddie’s smile widened a little bit and Meena found herself mesmerized by the way that his expressive gaze seemed more understanding than sympathetic, like he actually knew what she was going through. It was part of the reason that she let him help her out of the car and into the large house that was waiting for them.

She blinked and suddenly found herself ensconced in a plush couch while a tea kettle whistled and Eddie bustled around the kitchen, his warm voice rambling to fill up the silence as he worked, “I hope you like Lapsang souchong, it’s kinda the only tea I know how to make. I had to learn for when my Nana comes to visit cause it’s the only thing that stubborn old battle axe will drink.”

He returned to the living room with two cups of tea on a tray with a small bowl of sugar. Meena carefully took the mug he offered her and added a healthy addition of sugar so that the smoky flavor transformed into a sweeter note. She took a couple of sips, staring down into her mug as she gathered the courage to speak.

“L-Listen Eddie I’m s-s-sorry about… ev-everything.” She finally stuttered out, but Eddie was settled back into the couch, sipping from his psychadelic mug and looking at her with an unreadable look that silenced her before she could go any further. As he looked her over, her eyes red from crying and her cheeks covered in the remnants of her tear tracks, a wistful look came over his face and his childish light faded from his brown eyes and was replaced by a serious, sad look.

“Louis isn’t my biological son.” He blurted out and Meena’s embarrassment and sadness were overtaken by confusion as the conversation took a sharp turn away from her apology and into Eddie’s personal territory. She wanted to protest that he didn’t have to feel obligated to tell her anything, but something about the look on his face told her that Eddie needed to share this with her, that it was important for both of them.

“Thirteen years ago I was 25 and still partying my life away while everyone else my age was growing up. I was stuck in a rut that I didn’t know how to get out of, and I didn’t want to. I had my parent’s money to leech off of and their pool house to live in. It was shitty. And then one morning I woke up from another party to the sound of a baby crying. I thought I was hallucinating from some drugs that I probably took ,but the crying kept going until I waded through the mess that was my home to the front door. I opened it up and there he was, laying on my pool deck in a green onesie sobbing his head off. I stared at him forever until I finally got up the courage to go over and poke him like a little boy poking a bug. I half-expected him to disappear in front of me, but he just cried louder.” Eddie let out a little laugh at himself and Meena gripped her mug close to her chest, the heat of the liquid inside having nothing to do with the warmth that was spreading through her chest as she watched Eddie tell his story.

“So I picked the little guy up and I just… I remember thinking that he was the most beautiful thing in the whole world. Like I wasn’t big on babies but this little guy had the softest little tuft of orange hair on his head and the biggest, saddest little green eyes. I was hooked on him. He stopped crying and we kinda just sat on a pool chair, staring at each other for like forever. By the time I brought him up to my parents, he was already mine.” Now he turned to her, he smile sad and his gaze radiating empathy.

“I was just a kid. I’m still kind of a kid fumbling my way through this, but I love Louis and I refused to give him up. Sure things were scary, my parents didn’t think I could handle it and my Nana never stopped hounding me to get rid of him like he was the trash I had forgotten to take out the night before. I wasn’t trained to be a parent, shit I was still living in my parents’ pool house when I started raising Louis. So many nights I would sit there and wonder if he was better off without me, if I was better off without all the stress that came with a baby, but then he’d look up at me again with those sad green eyes and he got me through it. I love that kid with all I got and it got me through, still gets me through, the hard stuff.” He reached out and rested a hand on Meena’s shoulder, smiling down at her as she looked up at him with a mix of shock and gratitude.

“You’ll get through this Meena. I know it’s freakin’ scary and you don’t have all the answers right now, but you’re not alone, not as long as you got those two little gifts.” He gestured to her stomach and Meena reflexively rested her hand on it, the warmth in her chest spreading to her stomach where she could swear she felt two little heart beats joining hers. She felt her eyes fill with tears again, but this time she couldn’t hold back the questions and one escaped from her mouth against her will.

“B-But I’m just a waitress. How can I support t-two kids on a waitress’s salary? I have s-savings but… what about the future?” Eddie screwed up his mouth in concentration and looked at her curiously, trying to find the right words to say.

“Well what did you want to do before you got pregnant?” He answered her question for another question and for a moment Meena was back in her mother’s kitchen, whipping up her grandfather’s birthday cake and meticulously decorating it with icing. She had spent the entire day on that cake, it had been an utter masterpiece, and though her grandfather had been fussing when he dug into it, he had expressed his admiration in his own special way.

“I…well I love to b-bake.” She offered up half-heartedly and after a few minutes of deliberation, Eddie’s eyes lit up like a spotlight and he began babbling so quickly that Meena couldn’t quite understand him as he scrambled for his laptop where it was buried under an assorted pile of comic books and magazines. He whipped it open and suddenly Meena was able to make out what he was rambling about.

“Me? Open a bakery?” She gaped at him in surprise and her insecurities scrambled to shut it down before hope of something more could blossom in her chest, “I-I couldn’t! I wouldn’t know the first thing about it and I don’t have the money to start something like this and… I can’t.” She protested vehemently and though Eddie looked a little discouraged at her lack of faith in herself, he was still stubborn in his optimism.

“Meena, I ate some of your cheesecake at the barbeque. If everything you make is that good you’ll be swimming in customers.” When her nerves weren’t visibly erased, he softened his determined look and gave her a pleading look.

“Just think about it okay? It’s not just for you.” A heavy silence settled between them as Meena battled internally over what to do, whether or not to let herself have hope that she could succeed with something like this, whether or not to try. She glanced nervously at his pleading, eager look and found that he looked almost like a little kid giving someone the puppy dog look, even though he was older than her. In the end she just rested her hand on her stomach and swallowed the bitter taste of nerves and took a half-step forward into her future.

“Okay. I’ll think about it.” She pulled the lanky man forward and enveloped him in a tight, slightly awkward hug that he returned with surprised sort of happiness.

“Thank you Eddie. For everything.” And yet again she found herself hit by the realization that she was not alone, that she was surrounded by friends, even in the most unlikely of forms.

#sing the movie #sing 2016 #sing meena #eddie sing #waiting for a star to fall #Eddie is a good dad guys #but he's also like a big kid #deleted scenes from sing inspired his comeback as Meena's supporter and Buster's bestie #he's got a bigger role in this guys #my new unlikely friendship headcanon: meena and eddie #poor Meena and her panic attacks

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verdigrisprowl · 7 years ago

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Sept 4 Dancitron Movie Night - Alien: Covenant

Shockwave showed up so he and Soundwave could moon over the xenomorphs. Rumble confessed his attraction to Whirl, and it was spectacular. Post-movie Prowl gave Soundwave a song.

ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm *Soundwave settles on the couch, 110% ready for tonight. He is here for this. He has been waiting for this. It is a good night to be him.* Specs 8:01 pm *the dragon scoots in, hauling a cylinder as big as she is. it's sloshing. she's also got a box of energon mercury drops carefully balanced on her back, which she puts with the rest of the snacks.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm //...Y'need help with that, or...// Specs 8:04 pm I absolutely need help. I can't feel my front legs. *the dragon kinda flops in place* But, I think, this might work. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm \\WANT ME TO CUT 'EM OFF FOR YA?\\

[[Frenzy.]] \\I WAS JUS' KIDDIN'.\\ Specs 8:06 pm ...I need those to make things. Kristen 8:06 pm *guess who's been coaxed out of seclusion by the promise of his Favorite Organic* FakeProwl 8:07 pm *appears, and takes his usual seat next to Soundwave. greetings/permission ping.* Bevel 8:07 pm *trundles in after Specs* Did you carry that all by yourself? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm \\YER RIGHT. I AIN'T GONNA CUT OFF GENIUS CLAWS LIKE THEM.\\ That's his snack supply, you know. Specs 8:08 pm I did! No one else likes living up on the moon full-time, and I wouldn't bring anyone in here that Soundwave hadn't vetted first. But. It's pretty heavy. Windchill 8:08 pm *Appears.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm *Soundwave nods hello to Shockwave, pleased to see that he's come for The Science.* Windchill 8:08 pm Hello.... It's me... Bevel 8:08 pm *does it have a lid?* Windchill 8:09 pm *Don't worry, he's only THREATENING to break into an Adele song.* Specs 8:09 pm Oh! Thank you, Frenzy! *the dragon is VERY flattered* *her cylinder has a hinged lid, yes* Shockwave 8:09 pm *wouldn't get the pop culture joke even if Chill had continued, no worries here* Bevel 8:10 pm *ok then Bevel can offer this suggestion for future moving of said cylinder* You could roll it on its side! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm *Then turns to Prowl to nod and.. and there it is. Permission. He returns the ping with one of acknowledgment... and tries to keep his glowing to a minimum. It's hard, because permission on one side and a rare visit from the other ally on the other, but he can do it. He can.* *...No he can't. Tiny boost.* Specs 8:11 pm I... Yes. I could have done that. *the dragon attempts to hide her snout with her paws* Well, I guess this is why I bake things instead of engineer them! Bevel 8:11 pm *wave for Shockwave. this room needs more giant purple bots* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm //You gonna serenade us, Furniture Boy?// Bevel 8:12 pm You can always call me to help too if you want. I do not mind visiting moons. *grins* Windchill 8:12 pm *Looks around, as if he can't imagine who Rumble is referring to.* Specs 8:12 pm Oh! Well, if you wanted to, I'd be happy to have you! You might have to taste-test some things, though. Bevel 8:13 pm Sure! Shockwave 8:13 pm *small nod to Bevel* ((sorry i was futzing with my profile pic stuff)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm ((yo ur showin up as kristen is that okay or)) Windchill 8:14 pm *Mostly, he'd noting that Whirl isn't present, which means no serenading will be happening.* Shockwave 8:14 pm ((HM its ok but I'll change it lol)) Whirl 8:16 pm *it is time for the peace and quiet to End; Whirl trots on in, and he is once again bearing gifts. It's a plain rectangular case with curious rounded bumps on the bottom* Specs 8:16 pm *the dragon perks up* Whirl! I think I have something you can taste! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm ((FIVE MINUTE WARNING GET YOUR SNAX)) Bevel 8:16 pm Hey, Whirl! Whirl 8:17 pm *he'll bob his head at everyon* Sup, Shovel? And--really? Okay, give me just a second, I have a delivery to make. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm \\YO, WHIRL.\\ Shockwave 8:17 pm ((how long is this one btw i heard its... kind of in the vein of the Long Movie Trend nowadays)) Windchill 8:17 pm (( *puts in headphones and switches to HD, I remembered this time. Go me.* )) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm ((just on 2 hours)) Windchill 8:17 pm (( OH MY GOD. )) (( I am ready. )) Specs 8:18 pm Take your time! I can't feel my legs anyways. Windchill 8:18 pm *Y'all are lucky Whirl is busy.* Shockwave 8:18 pm *the organic has suffered nerve damage... noted* Windchill 8:18 pm *You are spared a serenade...for now.* Whirl 8:18 pm ...that sounds like something you might wanna fix. *a head bob at Frenzy, and he makes his way to the bar* Ravage. I bring you exotic goods from off-Cybertron. *it's eggs. Whirl found some incredible edible eggs* Specs 8:19 pm Nah, it'll go away. *the dragon yawns and stretches* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm *Soundwave sends a gentle nudge in Prowl's direction, just to remind him to expect the occasional feeling of something where it doesn't belong. Nothing more than a faint brush.* FakeProwl 8:20 pm *hm. Soundwave's other partner is here. Since that's such a rare occurrence, Prowl won't try to compete for Soundwave's attention. Avatar flickers and Prowl's relocated to a couch by himself.* *... And belatedly, clumsily, attempts to send a gentle nudge back. Is that detectable? Did he do it right.* Shockwave 8:21 pm ((i do suddenly wonder how telepathy works through holoforms. spaaaace magic)) Whirl 8:21 pm *now that the eggs are delivered, he will trot on over to his usual table and kick back* All right, little dragon. Hit me. Whatcha got? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm ((same way it works through comms and across timelines: mun sneezes and misdirects everyone's attention from important questions)) Bevel 8:24 pm ((pft Shockwave 8:24 pm ((*wiggles fingers* pay no attention to the plot hole behind the curtain)) FakeProwl 8:24 pm ((i imagine it piggybacks off of comm frequencies somehow.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm ((ALL RIGHT here's the warnings: ...everything. like. flashing, gore, fire, vomiting, hand mutilation, violence, cursing, suggestive content, gross science, parasitism...)) Whirl 8:25 pm ((djfks everything)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm ((partial nudity also, among other things)) Windchill 8:25 pm *He QUIETLY sits down, beside Whirl before anyone else can take the spot.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm ((ARE WE READY)) Specs 8:25 pm *the dragon gets up, and carefully attempts to lift the cylinder up to whirl. she's pretty wobbly though, from hauling it in* Cobaltite! With some lead sulfate to "taste," I think? But mostly cobaltite and high grade. I heard, although from a different universe, that this is going to be spicy as the Goddess' wrath. ((READY)) Whirl 8:25 pm *he'll bob his head to Windchill, who seriously overestimates other peoples' desire to sit near him, bless his spark* Windchill 8:26 pm (( I was gonna say there's hand mutilation in it @ Whirl. )) FakeProwl 8:26 pm ((BRING ON THE ALIENS)) Specs 8:26 pm I did not drink this, so I don't know if I put enough in. Tell me if it's got a sour aftertaste so I can add more lead crystals. Shockwave 8:26 pm ((please send in my wife)) Windchill 8:26 pm *He wants to sit next to Whirl, so naturally he assumes.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *Ravage sniffs the egg carton left behind and wrinkles his nose. What are these...?*

*Soundwave manages to catch the nudge. He nods just enough for Prowl to see.* Whirl 8:26 pm *he'll reach down and pluck the cylinder up, and then, after a moment's consideration, offer her a ride up to the table, should she choose* Yeah? Well, hot damn. FakeProwl 8:27 pm *good! that worked.* Whirl 8:27 pm *when whirl gets distracted by dragons ravage just finds Strange Eggs on his bar, this is the way of the world* Bevel 8:27 pm *will sit by one or both of the twins depending on where they're at* Shockwave 8:27 pm ((yknow ravage some humans like egg in their cocktails)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm ((...can y'all hear sound)) Specs 8:27 pm *the dragon gratefully accepts the ride. her legs are TIRED.* I hope this works! ((I heard sounds)) Whirl 8:28 pm (((me2!)) Windchill 8:28 pm (( I heard sound. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm ((my damn computer. two seconds.)) Whirl 8:28 pm *there, you now have a place on Whirl's table; he willset about investigating this canister by opening it and smelling it* ((o7)) Shockwave 8:28 pm ((i heard sound, my pal was having an issue the other day where they couldnt hear sound while hosting but it transfered fine)) ((i think he had to put in headphones or restart or something)) Whirl 8:29 pm *on a scale of "hot sauce" to "might strip away the inner lining of your fuel tank," how spicy does this stuff smell* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm ((here we go. restarted browser)) Specs 8:30 pm *it might take the glossa on the way down, but will probably cause no permanent damage* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm *Both twins are in the middle of the floor. They're here for TERROR.*

*Ravage noses the carton open and rumbles. He knows what these are now. Munchies for later. Pocket pocket.* Windchill 8:30 pm You can just say "walk," you know. *He thinks that's funny for some reason.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm *And Soundwave rests his hand just against Shockwave's leg. It's been so long since they got new data on these forms. He is pleased by the opportunity, brief though it may be.* Whirl 8:31 pm *then whirl's golden, he has no glossa. Takes a careful sip* Ohh, not bad. A completely different kind of spicy than the Gaugebuster. ...I forgot that there was more than one kind of spicy. Windchill 8:31 pm (( Whirl are u on skype. )) (( o7 )) Specs 8:32 pm *the dragon can't help a sigh of relief* Oh, good. I can't taste these, I'm glad it worked out. Windchill 8:32 pm Imagine tracking mud all over this pristine white room with all of this fancy stuff. That's what I would do. Ruin it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm \\I'D DO IT.\\ Windchill 8:32 pm Let's do it! Specs 8:32 pm Why use mud when you could use very bright paint? Whirl 8:32 pm 8snorts and toasts the dragon with the canister* I salute your culinary prowess. Shockwave 8:32 pm *is pleased, too. hasn't made the time to see this entry himself, yet-- not that it feels that long of a time to him* Whirl 8:33 pm I'm a fan of scorchmarks, myself. Bevel 8:33 pm Paint and stuff would be more fun. You could put a bunch of things in there. Windchill 8:33 pm I like destroying things. Specs 8:33 pm *the dragon weakly salutes* I do my best. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm [[...Leave the piano.]] Windchill 8:33 pm *Creating's fun too, but sometimes one must Destroy first.* FakeProwl 8:34 pm *why can't he get his own tea? it's right there.* *he built himself a servant that's already proving to be more intelligent than he is.* Shockwave 8:34 pm *...can relate to this 'creation' chat, though the creator human does not seem properly aware of the responsibilities involved* Windchill 8:36 pm Do androids get cold? Is that why he's wearing a hoodie? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm [[We get cold.]] Unfortunately. [[He doesn't see why they should not.]] Specs 8:36 pm To be cold is to live. Or to be dead, if you're unfortunate. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm *Lean. What are these things?* Windchill 8:36 pm Um. Shockwave 8:37 pm *head tilt* Windchill 8:37 pm It's like Jurassic Park all over again. Specs 8:37 pm *squints* Fish eggs? Shockwave 8:37 pm Human embryo, more likely. Whirl 8:38 pm Hood's a stylish look. That's my best guess. Specs 8:38 pm Why don't humans have proper shells to their eggs? They don't live in water, clearly. Whirl 8:38 pm I'd give it a shot, but my neck's too long. Windchill 8:39 pm Humans are viviparous, they don't lay eggs so there's no reason to have a shell. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm \\HUH. SO THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS TO 'EM.\\ Windchill 8:40 pm *Frowns.* Specs 8:40 pm I didn't know that! Thank you, Windchill. Windchill 8:41 pm *Nods a 'you're welcome,' a little absently.* Whirl 8:42 pm Speaking of eggs--*looks back* Those're for you, Ravage. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm *Quietly grateful for all of his recordings. Just in case.* =...To eat, yes?= Shockwave 8:42 pm (ahh my thing went blank)) Windchill 8:42 pm *Snickers. A Shockwave.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm ((eek reload)) Shockwave 8:43 pm ((i missed my name pun lmao)) Whirl 8:44 pm Yep. I heard they were pretty good. Picked 'em up on a space station. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[Can they not hold their services after they are safe?]] Shockwave 8:44 pm He acknowledged the deaths. *just a moment ago in fact. silly humans* Windchill 8:44 pm Mentioning an option like that would avoid tension and drama, the script doesn't call for it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm =Why space station?= Specs 8:45 pm It's immediacy, too, at least partially. We organics live short lives, sometimes we need to do things right away to feel like we'll be able to do them ever. Whirl 8:45 pm I've been hanging out there, past few days. Shockwave 8:45 pm ((walters different accent is weirding me out lol)) Whirl 8:45 pm Ugh, it's the dullest place imaginable, though. Everything's so... *disgustedly* Efficient. I need to find some backwater rowdy port town. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm *Rumble glances over at Whirl. So that's where he's gone, huh?* Windchill 8:46 pm I like efficiency. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm [[As does he.]] Shockwave 8:47 pm *as does he* Whirl 8:47 pm I mean I like efficency in SOME things, but it makes for a tragic lack of nightlife. Windchill 8:48 pm Hmm. *He's trying to evaluate that trade off.* Shockwave 8:48 pm *the only nightlife he needs is waking up every four hours to check on his projects* Windchill 8:49 pm Or maybe they don't trust you because you haven't done anything to demonstrate that you value their feelings or input, but I dunno. Some people care about that sort of thing. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm =Excitement is good. Some.= He wiggles his claws. =You will find it.= Bared fang smile. =Or make it.= Whirl 8:50 pm As long as I don't tragically languish away from boredom. *tips his canister at Ravage* Those eggs good for a drink? Windchill 8:50 pm *By some people, he mostly means civilians who haven't been trained to prioritize, but shh.* Shiny. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm *Ravage counts the eggs.*

=...Two.= Whirl 8:51 pm *nods* Nice. *to Windchill* If you'll excuse me a moment. *he will hop up to fetch that drink* Windchill 8:51 pm What a gross sound. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm *Ravage will get started making it.* Windchill 8:51 pm Oh, uh, sure, have fun. *Waves Whirl away. Shoo!* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm *Soundwave tilts his helm.* Windchill 8:53 pm Oh boy. Specs 8:53 pm You don't wander off the map when exploring. That's how you die. Windchill 8:53 pm *Nods.* They planned and are equipped for the other one. Changing the plan is stupid. Whirl 8:54 pm I'd do it. Bevel 8:54 pm Bad things are gonna happen. Whirl 8:54 pm Sounds more interesting. Windchill 8:54 pm If it were just ME, sure, but they have sleeping colonists who they aren't giving a choice. Specs 8:55 pm *the dragon shrugs* You pack for iceburgs, and you wander inland, you end up with glaciers. And then you're in trouble. Windchill 8:55 pm Their job is to get those colonists to Origae 6 or whatever it's called. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[Icebergs are enough trouble on their own.]] Windchill 8:55 pm Not to run around chasing a mystery signal. *Points.* Whirl 8:55 pm Well, I'm not liable to be trusted with anyone's life except my own--and sometimes not even THAT--so I probably won't be shepherding thousands of colonists. FakeProwl 8:55 pm *did prowl hear icebergs* Windchill 8:56 pm What data do they even have? Specs 8:56 pm Iceburgs are big trouble and worse boats. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm *He did. And sort of in connection with a ship. If you extend the idea.* Windchill 8:56 pm Now we know why nobody trusts this guy. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm //Pfff, he'll put it in the log.// Windchill 8:56 pm He's an idiot. Shockwave 8:56 pm *ah, this series and their sensible females* Specs 8:56 pm So, when they starve, will they eat him first? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm \\MEANS "I HEAR YA 'N DON'T CARE."\\ Windchill 8:56 pm I hope so. Whirl 8:56 pm You two said it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm =I would.= Whirl 8:57 pm *will return to his seat once he has his drink* Shockwave 8:57 pm ((i do wonder why she didnt object when he said 'any objections' though lmao)) Specs 8:57 pm I mean, he is the captain, so it's partially his duty to be eaten first even if this wasn't his fault. But since it is his fault... Whirl 8:57 pm ((didn't wanna make a scene, probably)) Windchill 8:57 pm (( Because TEH PLOT hinges on them going to this planet in defiance of common sense, like most of what happens in this film. )) Shockwave 8:57 pm (( :') ah horror tropes)) Whirl 8:57 pm ((everyone's operating on severely frayed nerves, after all)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm //...That's a duty? Signin' off on gettin' eat up?// He looks to Soundwave. //Boss. Don't never lemme captain nothin'.// Windchill 8:58 pm (( Beautiful. )) Wait wait. Specs 8:58 pm ((you could probably rename the alien series to "dude, don't touch that")) Windchill 8:58 pm They're just going down there? No pressure suits? Whirl 8:58 pm *SNORTS* Shockwave 8:58 pm ((i dont care as long as my wife gets to kill people and be beautiful)) Windchill 8:58 pm Why don't they have drones to send? Whirl 8:58 pm Looks like a fun storm. Specs 8:58 pm It's... unofficial. Especially now that most of our planet is explored. But the early explorer teams generally assumed that the captain would be eaten if they were lead to starvation. Windchill 8:59 pm Why would they risk what , half of their team on this. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm \\GUESS IT'S FAIR.\\ //Still ain't captainin'.// Windchill 8:59 pm I can't wait to see what stupid decision they make next. Specs 9:00 pm Maybe they'll eat strange rocks. Windchill 9:00 pm ...To be fair, I would probably eat a strange rock without question. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm {{You like Swoop, heh.}} Whirl 9:00 pm I believe that one hundred percent. Specs 9:00 pm Yes, but they're not designed for rocks. At least, I don't think so... Windchill 9:01 pm I'm not designed for rocks either, you gotta be, like...an Insecticon for that. Specs 9:01 pm ((OH SHIT MY MEDICINE)) Whirl 9:01 pm Does Blue eat rocks? ((GET IT SPECS OMG)) Windchill 9:01 pm But I do it anyway, I'm what you'd call "foolhardy." (( GIT IT )) *He shakes his head.* She'll eat anything she can put her mouth on, she just hasn't been introduced to a rock yet. Whirl 9:02 pm *snickers* Specs 9:02 pm ((I had it right here I just forgot about it lmao)) ((and then I went to get a kitkat and I Saw)) Whirl 9:02 pm Okay, now... all right. I'll play along and be sensible, much as it pains me: just because it looks habitable, doesn't mean it's as good a place. They can only see so much on foot. What if there's some kind of, oh, I don't know, horrific predator? That they would've picked up on that other planet? Specs 9:03 pm Do they have a planetary scanner? I've heard about them. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm *What if indeed.* Windchill 9:03 pm They're breathing the atmosphere without knowing what kind of microbes and Primus knows what else in in it Whirl 9:03 pm Yeah, he mentioned it Windchill 9:03 pm For organics, that's like...bad. Whirl 9:03 pm Very briefly. I'm guessing that the big draw is the signal. Sign of their own kind. FakeProwl 9:03 pm Obvious trap. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm [[Humans are curious.]] Tarantulas 9:03 pm *tara's coming in and making a beeline for that prowl-only couch even though he sees shockwave - you should feel loved, prowl. he's coming up behind prowl and wrapping his arms around him* Specs 9:04 pm They could get skin slough disease. Then they'd catch everything else before they died. FakeProwl 9:04 pm *starts in surprise. then pats tarantulas's claws.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm //The frag's skin slough?// Windchill 9:04 pm It sounds horrible. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm //Sounds gross. Cool. But gross.// Windchill 9:05 pm *Sputters.* They're splitting up. *Drapes himself in the chair, dramatically.* Whirl, kill me. Specs 9:05 pm It's one of the few diseases that we all share between us. It involves the skin, well, falling out in patches as it rots away. It's why you don't drink from glacial water without testing it first. Whirl 9:05 pm All right. *offers him a sip of the Gaugebuster* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm \\...DO YOU GOT PICS.\\ Whirl 9:05 pm *this kills the Windchill* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm *Soundwave nods to Tarantulas and goes back to watching* Windchill 9:05 pm *Hesitates. Does he want to risk purging on Soundwave's floor?* Specs 9:06 pm No. No I do not. I am squeamish. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm *Ravage chortles. He knows what no noise means.* \\DAMN. OKAY.\\ Tarantulas 9:06 pm *a nuzzle, a pleased nod toward soundwave, and tarantulas comes around to squish up next to prowl* How much have I missed, hmm? Specs 9:06 pm I'd offer to ask the archives to send them up, but they don't send manuscripts to the moon. Whirl 9:06 pm *speaking of Ravage, and predators, and the things predators do--Whirl's leg is all patched up* Windchill 9:06 pm Hmm, tempting, but then you'd have my backwash in your drink. You'd best not risk it. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm *Good. He doesn't need questions.* Shockwave 9:07 pm *antennae forward* FakeProwl 9:07 pm not terribly much. Whirl 9:07 pm You're right. I'd hate to do that to a good Gaugebuster. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm *Scoot. Scoot. What is this cloud.* Windchill 9:07 pm Evil fairy spores?? Whirl 9:07 pm Oh, look--scraplets? Specs 9:07 pm That looks unrealistic. Windchill 9:07 pm I just said there's a reason they shouldn't expose themselves to the atmosphere. This...looks like that reason. FakeProwl 9:08 pm The humans are trying to settle on another planet. Instead of going to the correct planet, they stopped on a suspiciously—VERY suspiciously—Earth-like planet they found in the middle of nowhere that has Earth plants and transmits a John Denver song. Windchill 9:08 pm *Maybe they'll learn their lesson and then DIE.* Whirl 9:08 pm Hm. *watching the screen with slightly more intterest than before* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm *Oh, he knows this shape.* Bevel 9:08 pm Trap. Windchill 9:08 pm Looks like two penises to me. Specs 9:08 pm I like the, um, android. He seems sensible. *is android the right word?* Whirl 9:08 pm *peers* FakeProwl 9:08 pm One of the characters is an android, but I forget which one. *all humans look alike.* Whirl 9:08 pm I mean, that's not what they rest like. Shockwave 9:08 pm It is a space vessel. Whirl 9:09 pm Like some kind of horseshoe. Windchill 9:09 pm What, the penis-ship? Whirl 9:09 pm Two penises. A split spike. It makes, like, a "v." ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm [[So there is more than one invasion method for this cloud.]] Windchill 9:09 pm Could be a double ended dildo. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm //Who flies a giant spike?// Tarantulas 9:10 pm So the excitement really hasn't quite started yet after all, hyeh. I see. Aside from this minuscule black swarm Specs 9:10 pm Someone who's compensating. Shockwave 9:10 pm It appears to penetrate the mucous membrane. Whirl 9:10 pm Hmm. Someone trying to make a point. WHAT point, I don't know. Windchill 9:10 pm I don't care, it looks like a pair of spikes to me, and I, *hand over boob,* have seen a lot of spikes. I'm like an expert. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm *Searches his files for this... finds it in Knock Out's notes on Silas. Inspect inspect. Okay, that makes sense.* Whirl 9:10 pm *just regards Windchill with amusement* @W: Yeah, I, too, speak from experience. Bevel 9:11 pm Gross. Whirl 9:11 pm But, yeah, more of those scraplet things. Neat! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm *...The ship remembers? Fascinating.* Windchill 9:11 pm @Whirl: I'll bet I've still seen more than you have, so nyeh. Whirl 9:11 pm @W: I mean MINE, doofus. Bevel 9:12 pm *pulls out a datapad and starts poking at that* Specs 9:12 pm I think that would scare the fur right off of me if I saw that. Whirl 9:12 pm Wow, who could have predicted this. Walking around just sucking in all that air. Windchill 9:12 pm @Whirl: ...Damn, son. *He's not going to say anything. He predicted this. Loudly, in fact.* Whirl 9:13 pm Anyway... were those scraplet-things in the other movies? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm [[No. They were not.]] Bevel 9:13 pm I wish movies would find planets like Cybertron instead of more planets like Earth sometimes. That would be really cool. Windchill 9:14 pm Oh wow. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm //They ain't gonna do that. They think we're all big scary murderers.// Pause. //I mean, we are. But.// Whirl 9:14 pm *snickers* Bevel 9:14 pm *giggles* Are not. Whirl 9:14 pm Speak for yourself, Shovel. ...which. I guess. You were, actually. Windchill 9:14 pm I'm not scary. I'm just big. He looks pretty dead already. Bevel 9:15 pm That was different. FakeProwl 9:15 pm I'm perfectly content with their not finding planets like Cybertron. Humans are awful at writing mecha characters. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *SCOOT SCOOT* *He is held to his seat by just about nothing at this point.* Windchill 9:15 pm Were these people trained at all? Ew. Bacne. Shockwave 9:17 pm *ANTENNAE PERK* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *Rumble squawk laughs at Windchill* Windchill 9:17 pm *You're welcome.* Tarantulas 9:17 pm *is casually and surreptitiously wrapping himself around prowl one arm at a time* Whirl 9:17 pm ...awww. Windchill 9:17 pm A baby. Whirl 9:17 pm Look at it! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[...This one has legs.]] FakeProwl 9:17 pm *has noticed.* Bevel 9:17 pm What about a planet made out of something cool? Like glass. Specs 9:17 pm *someone's hiding her snout* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[They never have legs.]] Bevel 9:17 pm Or diamonds! Shockwave 9:17 pm ((well they found something grosser than a chestburster, congrats lmfao)) Whirl 9:17 pm It's precious. Windchill 9:17 pm Its head is pulsating. Whirl 9:18 pm ...*pauses; imitates the little alien click* Windchill 9:18 pm I approve. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm //I seen a stone planet. It was weird.// Windchill 9:18 pm *SNORTS* *The level of incompetency.* FakeProwl 9:18 pm I wouldn't mind a glass planet. Whirl 9:18 pm Spunky little guy! Windchill 9:19 pm It's like a slimy, naked monkey. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[Why is she shooting in an encl-- never mind.]] Tarantulas 9:19 pm Precisely my thoughts, Soundwave Whirl 9:19 pm *snickers. ...then looks at Windchill, and maket eh little clicking trill* Specs 9:19 pm Well. Windchill 9:19 pm *Bursts out laughing.* Whirl 9:19 pm Oh d-ha! Damn! And there's another on the way, too. Specs 9:19 pm That ended somehow predictably poorly. Windchill 9:19 pm *Give him a moment to recover.* *Normally he's more sympathetic but he's given up on these idiots.* Specs 9:20 pm *aaaaand there goes the snout again* Shockwave 9:20 pm *hands tented* Whirl 9:20 pm Coming out any which way they can, aren't they? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm [[They do seem less - methodical. Than he is used to seeing.]] FakeProwl 9:20 pm They're very creative with their exit wounds. Windchill 9:20 pm Anyway, *wheeze, and he turns to Whirl.* You were saying? Shockwave 9:21 pm It is a prototypical iteration. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm *Quiet amusement at Prowl's comment. He'll shield that though.* Whirl 9:21 pm Ah, yes. As I was saying--*alien noise* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm *Ping of approval. A good noise to imitate.* Whirl 9:21 pm *tips a toast to Soundwave* Shockwave 9:21 pm ((aw. poor old gays)) Specs 9:21 pm *deep breaths* *deeeeeep breaths* That was lovely. Shockwave 9:21 pm ((OH MY)) Whirl 9:21 pm *recoils* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *Ohhhh dear, there's Whirl probably.* Whirl 9:22 pm *he's gonna look down at his drink, very quickly* Specs 9:22 pm *carefully moves a paw over to whirl* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[They still grow quickly.]] Bevel 9:22 pm *stares pointedly at her datapad* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *Rumble pings Whirl. You good?* Whirl 9:23 pm *the gesture is appreciated, but he does not acknowledge it; he's pretending like nothing happened* ...*briefly glances his way with a quick little nod* ((i'm too hyped for my game the first thing I thought when i saw the hooded guy with the gun was "o it's destiny time')) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *...Takes something Prowl said earlier and chews on it a little with this new development* Specs 9:23 pm *for her part, the dragon is clearly freaked. all that fur is up on end, and the attempts to not hyperventilate are only partly working* Windchill 9:24 pm *Clicks back at Whirl, now that the scene is over. It's not the same, he hasn't learned to make the same sounds.* Whirl 9:24 pm ...*hmm. She tried to reassure him...* Hey, you need a seat? Probably had to see down there. And I got a lot of shoulder. Shockwave 9:24 pm ((those fuckers just schloop limbs right up dont they)) Whirl 9:24 pm ((like spaghetti)) Windchill 9:24 pm What are all of those? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm //Burnin' happened here's what happened here. Like, duh.// Specs 9:24 pm Y-yeah. Yeah. Thanks. *enjoy your new fuzzy epaulette, whirl* Windchill 9:25 pm Maybe they'll explain later. Weird. Whirl 9:25 pm *Has A Dragon™️* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *...............Oooooh.* Windchill 9:25 pm *Whirl is Fancy now.* Wait. Whirl 9:26 pm That seems like a really... dumb. Weapon. Windchill 9:26 pm If they killed all of the animals, how are the plants being pollinated? Specs 9:27 pm Presumably, they are not. Whirl 9:27 pm I mean, can't argue with the results, but at the same time--too much work when a good orbital strike will do. Shockwave 9:27 pm Divulging this information is unwise. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm [[Incredibly.]] Windchill 9:27 pm Wouldn't most of the plant life have started to die off after a while? Especially if it's similar to Earth's. Shockwave 9:27 pm Not if they were unaffected and able to develop alternative forms of pollination. FakeProwl 9:28 pm ... He's another android? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm [[He is. The one from the beginning.]] Windchill 9:28 pm Depends on how fast they can do that, I suppose. Bevel 9:28 pm He did not like bringing tea. Windchill 9:28 pm And if they can do it fast enough, but the wind would have done some of the work. Specs 9:28 pm Obviously not. Windchill 9:28 pm But most ecosystems rely on all of their parts to function. *Or, well, all, but he's being generous here.* Specs 9:29 pm But, being a lesser, a servant? That grates. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:29 pm [["Grates" is an understatement.]] Windchill 9:30 pm Maybe they shouldn't have split mates up if it was going to cause conflicts of interest like this. Shockwave 9:30 pm *its possible some small life forms have insufficient biomass to sustain the pathogen, and are thus spared* Whirl 9:30 pm Yeah. No way I'd put up with that. Windchill 9:30 pm *Possible, but not stated.* Beetle! *points* *He likes those.* Shockwave 9:31 pm ((is this the scene where they play the flute and kiss)) Windchill 9:31 pm (( I think so? )) ((I'm ready. )) Tarantulas 9:31 pm (( oh my god are you serious Specs 9:31 pm ((I'm not ready)) Windchill 9:31 pm (( YES. )) Whirl 9:31 pm ((is that a thing omfg)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *Soundwave turns his head to the side. Why did he trim his head fur?* (( 🙂 )) Shockwave 9:31 pm ((so much fassbender in this movie they decided fassbender needed to kiss fassbender)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm *...Ohhhh a music lesson.* FakeProwl 9:32 pm *human films never show robotic characters as things like hardened lone survivors. Prowl is intrigued.* Windchill 9:32 pm *SPITS.* Specs 9:32 pm ((if two fassbenders get together, do they make a fassbaby)) FakeProwl 9:32 pm (("i'll do the fingering")) Windchill 9:32 pm The...the fingering. Tarantulas 9:32 pm (( wink wonk Whirl 9:32 pm ((dfklsfse)) Shockwave 9:32 pm ((yep..........)) Bevel 9:32 pm ((*slowly pulls movie back into view to watch* Shockwave 9:32 pm ((the gayest way to play the recorder ever?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm *...If only he could play.* Windchill 9:32 pm *He bends over double with barely contained snickering.* Whirl 9:33 pm *peers* FakeProwl 9:33 pm *wow, even mecha bonding with each other. prowl entirely approves.* Windchill 9:33 pm *Okay, he's gonna live.* *Straightens.* That's kinda cool... Oh. Figures. Bevel 9:34 pm Aw Specs 9:34 pm *hisses a little* Ah. Shockwave 9:35 pm ((would prowl say this movie passes the............. botdel test)) FakeProwl 9:35 pm ... what where their names? Windchill 9:35 pm *Nudges Whirl with an elbow, GENTLY, he doesn't want to knock off any dragons or spill drinks.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm [[The androids?]] FakeProwl 9:35 pm ((not yet. they spent their conversation talking about a human.)) Whirl 9:35 pm Hm? FakeProwl 9:36 pm ((but in a nuanced way. it's progress.)) Yes, the androids. Shockwave 9:36 pm ((they mentioned a human but talked about music and themselves more, i'd say... hm)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm [[Walter and David.]] Windchill 9:36 pm You got room on your other shoulder? Whirl 9:36 pm For another dragon, yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *...Hm.* Windchill 9:36 pm What about my boobs? Whirl 9:36 pm 'Fraid not. Windchill 9:37 pm But they're heavy. *Whines.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm [[That does not look like a crash.]] FakeProwl 9:37 pm ((it's a borderline case. they talked about themselves, but in relation to what humans think of them. the music was very solid though. prowl approves of the music scene.)) Specs 9:37 pm Nor does it look like an accident. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *He knew it.* Shockwave 9:37 pm That is because the one called David is thoroughly untrustworthy. Windchill 9:37 pm *Is momentarily distracted.* Whirl 9:37 pm (YELLS IN AN ALIEN LANGUAGE) Windchill 9:37 pm Looks like exploding eggs. That explains the bodies... FakeProwl 9:38 pm ... That's not a crash. That's an invasion. Windchill 9:38 pm ...Was that tiny city the only population on the planet? Whirl 9:38 pm ((UHH)) ((THAT WAS SHELLEY)) ((NOT BYRON)) Specs 9:38 pm ((that's a plot point, actually!)) Shockwave 9:39 pm ((lmao what)) Whirl 9:39 pm ((OH DAMB. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm ((just watch)) Specs 9:39 pm I would think not. Even the worst places can be made into homes, if you work at it. Shockwave 9:40 pm ((man let him decide what he feels davey)) Specs 9:40 pm Surely there were other cities. ((best quality: their wiggles)) Whirl 9:40 pm *it's alien noise time again, briefly, before Whirl snickers and takes a long drink* Tarantulas 9:40 pm If there were, there certainly aren't anymore, one would think Windchill 9:40 pm The virus...thing must have gotten them too. FakeProwl 9:41 pm *sideways glance at whirl.* Unfortunate. It seems we've got an infection in here. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[If you must explode organics out of you, do so outside. We've had enough with the barnacles.]] Windchill 9:41 pm She's dead. Whirl 9:41 pm *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm *What lovely fangs it has.* Specs 9:41 pm I am not going to EXPLODE. I will sit here politely. Whirl 9:42 pm *oh, he has an idea* Hey, dragon. Hop into my cockpit. *he'll pop the glass* Windchill 9:42 pm *Will watch* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm //What're you...?// Specs 9:42 pm *the dragon gapes a grin* Okay! *hops in* FakeProwl 9:42 pm Idiots. Whirl 9:42 pm *closes it briefly* ... *sits for a moment. Takes a drink. He's got a decently-upholstered interior, it should be comfortable* @S: Okay, the glass isn't latched. Bust out. Specs 9:43 pm *the dragon wiggles for a moment, and then leaps forwards with a MIGHTY SQUEAK* Raaaaaah! Windchill 9:43 pm *Gasp.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm *Soundwave offers a tiny applause clip.* Whirl 9:43 pm Arrgh! It got me! *dramatically slumps back ion his chair* Windchill 9:43 pm You're dead! Bevel 9:43 pm *turns so she's facing Shockwave because new and interesting looking bot* Are you a Shockwave or someone else? Specs 9:44 pm *flaps a bit to regain balance, and then clambers back up onto Whirl's shoulder* That was fun! Whirl 9:44 pm *still slumping like he's "dead," he'll take a drink* Windchill 9:44 pm Hey, does that mean...I can eat your leg? A toe, maybe? Just shoot him. Whirl 9:45 pm *miraculously revives* Nah, I got better. *and he closes his cockpit* Windchill 9:45 pm Damn, maybe next time. Tarantulas 9:45 pm Does this mean the aliens don't affect or consume the organic parts of the androids? Assuming the androids do have organic shells... Specs 9:46 pm *stretches out her wings* Shockwave 9:46 pm *looks at Bevel* I am a Shockwave, yes. Your appearance does not match any of my existing multiversal profiles. Windchill 9:46 pm Until then... *He's gonna be a huge pest AS PER USUAL and lean over to rest his head on Whirl's dragon-free shoulder.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm [[They do not infest androids. They do not have the nutrients needed.]] Whirl 9:47 pm *glances briefly towards Windchill, but allows this* Windchill 9:47 pm *He CAN be shoved off easily.* Whirl 9:47 pm *you are allowed to be there* Bevel 9:47 pm My name is Bevel. Tarantulas 9:47 pm Aha, good. I'm quite safe then. *purrs* *oh my god tarantulas is vibing with david so much rn* Windchill 9:48 pm ...Is that an egg? Whirl 9:48 pm Yep. Windchill 9:48 pm ...What laid it? Specs 9:48 pm This seems bad. This seems like a terrible idea, even. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm [[One of the prototypes, perhaps.]] Shockwave 9:48 pm *hold one claw up to Bevel. this scene is important to him* Bevel 9:48 pm *nods* Whirl 9:48 pm Yeah, I think he kinda built them from the ground up. ...somehow. Shockwave 9:49 pm ((WHO WOULD BE ASSURED BY THIS)) Specs 9:49 pm ((no one sane!)) Bevel 9:49 pm *watches as well* Windchill 9:49 pm Huh. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm *So this is how it begins.* Shockwave 9:49 pm *Ahh.* Windchill 9:49 pm I was getting tired of that guy. Bevel 9:49 pm I know what those are. Specs 9:50 pm That's definitely designed for something with a flat face. *rubs her snout* Windchill 9:50 pm I'm starting to suspect this colonization mission was really a very expensive "get these idiots off of Earth and send them into space where they will either die or spread their idiot genes elsewhere" mission, actually. Shockwave 9:50 pm Indeed. *claw drops now that the scene is over* ...Greetings, Bevel. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm *Glances between Bevel and Shockwave... will listen to this conversation on the side.* Windchill 9:51 pm *It's the only logical explanation he can muster.* Shockwave 9:51 pm *not so logical. the inciting incident was accidental and their decision to come here was not on the mission plan* Whirl 9:52 pm Aww, another little guy. Tarantulas 9:52 pm The music right now - *laughter* Windchill 9:52 pm *And yet most everyone they sent was a complete moron who couldn't stick to the plan or take basic steps to not die.* Specs 9:52 pm He looks like a proud docent! *the dragon is laughing too, in her silent way* Bevel 9:53 pm I met a negative polarity me once but that was it. Which is really weird because I have met tons of different versions of other bots. Windchill 9:53 pm Is the sun out now? Masterful fingering. No shit, Sherlock. Specs 9:55 pm ((HERE IT IS)) Windchill 9:55 pm (( GOOD. )) Whirl 9:55 pm ((\o/)) FakeProwl 9:55 pm *oh. more "the scary mecha want to overhtrow/destroy the organics." that's disappointing.* Shockwave 9:55 pm Certain individuals appear less commonly across the multiverse than others. FakeProwl 9:56 pm *at least they're moderately sympathetically writte-- what* Whirl 9:56 pm Whoa, that guy moves quick. Tarantulas 9:56 pm *tara's squinting so hard rn* Windchill 9:56 pm Damn. Well, that's a way to go. Specs 9:56 pm That's definitely a textbook example of a bad relationship. Shockwave 9:56 pm ((dont claim you wouldnt kiss yourself if you could tara-- holy shit)) Whirl 9:56 pm Huh. Windchill 9:57 pm *Carefully pokes Whirl's canopy.* Tarantulas 9:57 pm (( oh he defs would Windchill 9:57 pm Boop. FakeProwl 9:57 pm *... well alright, it's the same tropes as usual, but at least they're novel.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm ((soundwave did 🙂 )) Whirl 9:57 pm *glances sideways* Yeah? Windchill 9:57 pm Just boop. Whirl 9:57 pm *gravely* Very well. *and sets his empty glass down* Windchill 9:57 pm Rhymes with poop. Bevel 9:57 pm Is it only certain types of bots that do not appear as much? Whirl 9:58 pm Honestly those little guys are cute, too. The spidery guys, with the tails. Windchill 9:58 pm Long spider. Oooooh. Tarantulas 9:58 pm I'd say they're more scorpion-like, honestly Specs 9:58 pm They look like they could be tasty, except for the acid blood. Windchill 9:59 pm That's disconcerting. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm =Satisfaction brings us back.= Tarantulas 9:59 pm *snickers* Windchill 9:59 pm *Nods, he was about to say as much, Ravage. Sorry about his ear digging into your shoulder, Whirl.* *It's an awkward, sideways nod.* What the hell... Is this guy's problem? Whirl 10:00 pm He's off his rocker, obviously. And not in the loud way, like I am. Windchill 10:00 pm Meh, gross. Specs 10:00 pm I don't think androids are meant to fly. Shockwave 10:00 pm *really? is that the only explanation? a few updates? which ones?* Whirl 10:01 pm *the self-repair we saw, probably* Tarantulas 10:01 pm *no time to explain while fighting, shockwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm *One doesn't explain updates to the one who is bent on disabling them.* Tarantulas 10:01 pm *only the bad villains explain* Windchill 10:02 pm Oh, so the sun is out now. *That answers his question.* *Squints.* Specs 10:03 pm Oh, the big one definitely looks like something I would eat, if it were smaller and not full of painful acid. Tarantulas 10:03 pm *oh look, it's gorgeous... tara kind of wishes he were sitting by sw so they could commiserate, heh* Windchill 10:03 pm *Oh good, maybe the alien will put him out of his misery and do something about these people.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm *It's perfectly possible to eat things that are full of acid.* Whirl 10:03 pm They grow so fast. *drapes a claw over his cockpit* FakeProwl 10:03 pm *Case in point: is full of acid.* Windchill 10:03 pm *Snorts.* They call this flying? Beautiful. Specs 10:04 pm I feel like an angry, flaming, whatever-that-is is vastly more dangerous than one that isn't on fire. Windchill 10:04 pm It's slightly more coordinated than I am. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm *They can commiserate soon. He is open to talking about these creatures outside of movie nights as well...* Windchill 10:05 pm I can appreciate its level of aggression. Whirl 10:05 pm It's a pretty neat little guy. Windchill 10:05 pm *That siren sounds like a man yelling.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm \\LISTEN, IF SOMETHIN' DON'T DIE BEIN' ON FIRE, IT'S MORE DANGEROUS ON FIRE. ALWAYS.\\ Shockwave 10:05 pm *it is beautiful. though he preferred it slightly when their point of origin was not due to a defective android* Whirl 10:05 pm Aww, it thought the big claw was an opponent. Precious. Windchill 10:06 pm *Some things are better left a mystery.* Specs 10:06 pm It's so angry and innocent. Windchill 10:06 pm Aw... FakeProwl 10:06 pm That's two decapitations so far. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *Soft huff* Tarantulas 10:07 pm "Fine"? *snickering* Specs 10:08 pm I suppose you could call it exceptional. Exceptionally bad. Windchill 10:08 pm Did they even bring a real doctor? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm [[It is a musical.]] \\IT'S A HORROR MOVIE.\\ [[...It is both.]] Windchill 10:08 pm *He's not convinced at this point.* All around me are familiar faces... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm *...One moment. There were several eggs open. Where are the others?* Windchill 10:09 pm *Hums softly right next to Whirl's head, sorry bro.* Shockwave 10:10 pm *does not trust that the film is 'over,' either* Specs 10:10 pm ((IT'S THE DRINKY BIRD)) Windchill 10:10 pm Oh my god, I thought the red dots on the back of the chairs were eyes. Whirl 10:10 pm ((YEEE)) FakeProwl 10:10 pm ... We never explicitly saw David die, did we? Specs 10:10 pm ((IT'S BACK FROM PROMETHEUS)) Windchill 10:10 pm We didn't. Specs 10:10 pm We did not. Whirl 10:10 pm Nope. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm [[No. We did not.]] Whirl 10:10 pm And they looked identical. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm [[Why?]] Not that he doesn't have some idea. Specs 10:11 pm And Walter has a self-repair function. Windchill 10:11 pm So it was said. It got the Lobe guy? Huh. Tarantulas 10:12 pm Oh Primus, really? Specs 10:12 pm *gapes a cackle* What???? Windchill 10:12 pm *Blinks.* Whirl 10:12 pm PFFT. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm [[They likely rescued him too late.]] Shockwave 10:12 pm ((MY FAV SCENE LMAO)) FakeProwl 10:12 pm ... Well, THAT'S the position you want to be in when a killer genetic experiment attacks. Windchill 10:12 pm *Waggles his brows against Whirl's neck.* Shockwave 10:12 pm (OMFG)) Windchill 10:12 pm This one grew fast. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm [[It does know how to make an entrance.]] Specs 10:13 pm That's. Oh, Goddess. Shockwave 10:13 pm *...right through the mouth. with its mouth. he chuffs quietly* Whirl 10:13 pm *gives his head a little shake and nudges Windchill's away* Easy on the neck. Specs 10:13 pm *the dragon can't decide whether to laugh or hyperventilate again* FakeProwl 10:13 pm ((... imagine if they'd still been kissing)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm ((omfg)) Whirl 10:13 pm ((jfsfksed)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm ((talk about getting tongue)) Windchill 10:13 pm *Snorts, and gives Whirl some space finally.* Tarantulas 10:13 pm (( sfgdfs Whirl 10:13 pm *shoulder is fine, but his neck is ticklish* Windchill 10:13 pm She looks so done with this. Specs 10:14 pm Wouldn't you be? Windchill 10:14 pm *He knows about your neck, thanks.* I would, but I wouldn't be on this idiot mission to begin with, so. What the hell is that. Whirl 10:14 pm Alien-o-vision. Windchill 10:15 pm Looks like it has worms. Shockwave 10:15 pm ((aww is al coming back i was still trying to write a response)) Specs 10:15 pm How'd it pick up parasites? Windchill 10:15 pm Lots of teeny, tiny worms. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm ((he's gotta sleep, be up at 4am - he will ping shockwave on tumblr sometime soon)) Windchill 10:15 pm What a kisser. Shockwave 10:15 pm ((ok, tell him sorry i got distracted by the movie now that my wife is here lol)) Windchill 10:15 pm *Much better than that David guy.* Whirl 10:15 pm Boy it can't control that drooling, though. Major flaw with these things. Windchill 10:16 pm Oh, really? Specs 10:16 pm It's just very excited to kiss. Shockwave 10:16 pm *is it though* Whirl 10:16 pm Partly why I rank those other guys above them a bit. Windchill 10:16 pm *Flutters his eyelashes coyly.* Whirl 10:16 pm The uh... hunter fellas. From the other movie we saw. Windchill 10:16 pm I like the drool. It's gross. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm [[The Predators?]] Whirl 10:16 pm You WOULD, you drool-machine. yeah! Those guys. Windchill 10:17 pm *Tosses his head flippantly.* Shockwave 10:17 pm ((lol these callbacks)) FakeProwl 10:17 pm *snrk. It just. punched through with its mouth.* Windchill 10:17 pm Oops. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm *He's done similar in the distant past.* FakeProwl 10:18 pm *good to know, because that's exactly what prowl is currently trying to visualize.* Shockwave 10:18 pm *these films would have you believe the inner mouth is the strongest part of the organism* Specs 10:18 pm *not all of us have impressive mouths, soundwave. no bragging.* Windchill 10:18 pm She's fine. Shockwave 10:18 pm *some dont have a mouth at all* Windchill 10:19 pm Or well, as close to fine as one can be after that. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *He has enough mouth to make up for three of you. It's all right.* Whirl 10:19 pm *bless u Soundwave* Windchill 10:19 pm And now they're going to leave, what a waste of time and lives. Morons. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm [[Why would they stay? They do not know how many creatures there could be on the loose.]] Windchill 10:20 pm They wouldn't. They shouldn't have gone to begin with, is my point. Tarantulas 10:20 pm His jaw hasn't healed... gghh Windchill 10:20 pm Oh. Whirl 10:21 pm Pfft. Specs 10:21 pm Oh dear. Windchill 10:21 pm I like that inflatable pillow though. If it were me, my head would pop it. *Why is that code even in the system?* *He must have added it at some point.* Um. Shockwave 10:22 pm ((UM)) Specs 10:22 pm Well. Windchill 10:22 pm Neat, but how? Shockwave 10:22 pm ((UM????)) FakeProwl 10:22 pm ... Pffff. Whirl 10:22 pm Is that how eggs are laid? Windchill 10:22 pm He looks so proud. I assure you, Whirl, it is not. Shockwave 10:23 pm (( a proud mother)) Specs 10:23 pm That is definitely not how it is done. Windchill 10:23 pm At least...not any that I know of. Tarantulas 10:23 pm *tara's frozen. oop. give him a moment* Whirl 10:23 pm I'll take your word for it. Windchill 10:23 pm I can't rule out weird unknown alien biology entirely, now. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *Soundwave's head doesn't move, but he's side-eyeing Tarantulas. He's pretty sure that's not how Tarantulas does it though.* Tarantulas 10:24 pm It's - not unheard of. Whirl 10:24 pm Not a bad movie, but all in all, I like the origin story of the other one more. Windchill 10:24 pm That was...something. Better than Titanic. Whirl 10:24 pm So wait--some things do? *looks to Tarantulas* Ha! Yeah, it was definitely better than titanic. Shockwave 10:24 pm *also looks at Tarantulas* Windchill 10:25 pm *He liked the aliens.* Specs 10:25 pm That was fun! *stretches wings and legs, and carefully glides off of Whirl's shoulder* I'll try to show for next time. *she is NOT staying here for egg talk* *no thanks* Goodnight, everyone! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm [[Goodnight.]] Windchill 10:25 pm *But the entire film was run through by really dumb and irresponsible decisions, it's kind of a detractor.* Bye! Whirl 10:25 pm Seeya, dragon! Tarantulas 10:26 pm Some organisms - they have more of a saccular internal structure and utilize the same opening for multiple functions, let's put it that way. Windchill 10:26 pm Like...a cloaca? Tarantulas 10:27 pm Nono, with the additional function of ingestion as well Windchill 10:27 pm *This song is distracting him a little.* Whirl 10:27 pm Out the mouth still seems a little weird, to be honest, but what do I know. I've never laid an egg in my life. Windchill 10:28 pm Consider yourself lucky. Whirl 10:28 pm Soundwave, if you're taking requests? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[...It seems convenient. Organics take in nutrients through their mouths. Their spawn require it. Why not keep them where the nutrients will be?]] Whirl 10:28 pm Well, if they were protected against the fuel breakdown process. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[What is the request?]] Whirl 10:29 pm Fuel tank's not exactly a quiet, safe place. Tarantulas 10:29 pm That's - yes, what Whirl said. Whirl 10:29 pm I'm pretty sure I asked it once before, but--Come A Little Bit Closer. Jay & the Americans. FakeProwl 10:29 pm organic traffic flow is designed to go in only one direction—in through the top, out through the bottom. Tarantulas 10:29 pm Not ALL organic traffic flow, mind you ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm [[When this is done.]]

//Gettin' your mush on, huh.// Whirl 10:30 pm ...which raises some interesting questions about Killer. I've never seen it poop. FakeProwl 10:30 pm Most organic traffic flow. Whirl 10:30 pm Pfft! it's a good song, mush or no mush. Windchill 10:30 pm I heard that there's these, like, worms, that only have mouths. FakeProwl 10:30 pm I suspect it's easier to intake nutrients at the top and eject eggs from the bottom for the same reason. Whirl 10:30 pm And all these oldies brought it to mind. FakeProwl 10:30 pm Imagine a one-lane street that tries to accommodate traffic going both directions. Windchill 10:30 pm *This guy's head bobs are distracting.* Whirl 10:31 pm Also--it's totally a 60s song. FakeProwl 10:31 pm *Prowl might not know scrap about biology but by god is he going to try to use every tool at his disposal to try to understand it, up to and including traffic cop experience.* Tarantulas 10:31 pm Human lungs function that way, Prowl. It's not entirely unheard of ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm //Yeah, I guess so.// Whirl 10:31 pm ((real reason: i re-watched GotG 2 today and the song is on my mind 😎 )) Windchill 10:31 pm (( Good job. )) Shockwave 10:32 pm @Whirl: The barnacles in my care produce very little waste product. I believe they are simply highly efficient. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm //How come he don't punch Bad Man Jose, I don't get. Or jus' ask if sharin's okay.// FakeProwl 10:32 pm *stares at Tarantulas* ............ Right. So they do. Whirl 10:32 pm @Shockwave: Huh. Well. ...asked and answered! Maybe the singer's not really big and strong. Doesn't think he'll win the fight. Tarantulas 10:32 pm If you're truly curious how Killer works, Whirl, I'm more than willing to study it more closely, hyeh. Or its offspring, possibly Whirl 10:33 pm No good answer for the sharing thing, though. *shrugs* You can, as long as you don't hurt it. Ha, didn't you hear? Fresh shipment of babies. Courtesy of Rumble and Frenzy's tender care. FakeProwl 10:33 pm @Tarantulas «Why DON'T their lungs have separate entrances and exits?» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm \\I AIN'T HAD *NOTHIN* TO DO WITH IT\\ Windchill 10:34 pm *Snorts.* It had MORE babies? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm //It had MORE babies.// Tarantulas 10:34 pm @Prowl: «Because one-lane traffic doesn't work the same with gases as it does with solids, that's why. Diffusion and only partial exhalation, mostly.» Whirl 10:35 pm Yep. Windchill 10:35 pm Wow. Whirl 10:35 pm It's only ever done it when THEY'RE watching it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm //Maybe there's two of 'em in there.// Windchill 10:35 pm I'm impressed. FakeProwl 10:35 pm @Tarantulas «But most air circulation systems go in one end and out the other. Ventilation systems don't backwash air to their source.» Tarantulas 10:36 pm Oho, might as well toss one my way before it gets /attached/ Whirl 10:36 pm I'm pretty sure Killer can just. Auto-propagate. Sure. Like I said--gotta promise not to hurt it. Tarantulas 10:37 pm @Prowl «The air generally has to stay in the lungs longer than prompt expulsion would allow, I'd wager. I'm hypothesizing at this point. But - yes, the balance of O2 and CO2 is very precarious in human systems.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm *Frenzy makes gagging noises at the music. Does the Boss gotta. How come they never play heavy metal in here? Next time he's taking over the speakers.* Shockwave 10:39 pm *some people find human screaming to be offensive to the audials, Frenzy* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm *Some people oughta hear HIM.* Shockwave 10:39 pm *unless of course, they're screaming because an interesting creature has just skewered their reproductive partner through the mouth* Windchill 10:39 pm *He loves metal.* Whirl 10:40 pm *snickers; it's obvious Soundwave is in a Mood, which is frankly hilarious* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm *Ohhh, it's not what it sounds like. For once.* Tarantulas 10:40 pm Well then - I duly and sincerely promise not to harm any of Killer's offspring that come under my care. Sufficient? FakeProwl 10:40 pm @Tarantulas «Hmm. I suppose it makes a bigger difference when their system is that small.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *Soundwave wonders if the aliens have a sense of humor? The mouth thing does seem like the kind of playfulness he would imagine himself.* Whirl 10:41 pm Yep. And if I find out you're lying, I will personally come cave your face in. FakeProwl 10:41 pm *for what it's worth, prowl's currently operating under the same assumption as whirl.* Whirl 10:41 pm But I'll see if I can find one. I set 'em loose in the wild. FakeProwl 10:41 pm *this is a WHOLE lot of sappy songs, soundwave.* Tarantulas 10:41 pm In the WILD? Whereabouts? Whirl 10:42 pm Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm *He knows what he's doing.* Whirl 10:42 pm *good job Whirl, that location is not VAGUE AT ALL* Tarantulas 10:42 pm *good enough for tarantulas though* If you don't mind giving me the coordinates, I can drop by and pick one up myself, save you the trouble ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm *Rumble rubs his forehead. Look, there's like... okay, there's no better music there. But Primus, couldn't he search some up?* Whirl 10:43 pm *shrugs* Sure thing. But remember--they're ALL Killer's offspring. Tarantulas 10:44 pm Surely, yes. Whirl 10:44 pm I'll see if I can... uh. Remember. * pause*

...I'll get back to you. Tarantulas 10:44 pm *squints, then snickers a little* Shockwave 10:45 pm *doesn't take much note of the musical selection, himself. still pondering the film* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm *Rumble pings Soundwave with a request for something different. 70s rock? C'mon. Please. Anything else.*

*Soundwave turns to look straight at him and... plays this.* Shockwave 10:46 pm *in fairness, they regularly play videos of alternates dancing around, and -that- doesn't mean anything either* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm *Rumble jumps up and throws his hands in the air*

//I CAN SAY IT MY OWN FRAGGIN' SELF, Y'KNOW!// Windchill 10:47 pm *Blinks slowly.* *He spaced out there, for a while.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm //................................................Uh.//

*He'll just. Sit. Down here. And look at the music video. That is a good music video.* Tarantulas 10:47 pm @Prowl «Small, yes, and focused less on heat expulsion and more on chemical diffusion.» Shockwave 10:47 pm *actually looks up at that outburst* Whirl 10:47 pm *drawn from his intense effort to remember where he left all of Killer's babies* Windchill 10:48 pm *The Wild Babies.* FakeProwl 10:48 pm *stares at Rumble* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:49 pm *And now, 70s rock. Rumble puts his face in his hands.* FakeProwl 10:49 pm *oh, hey, it's 70s rock!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm //What're you all lookin' at.// Windchill 10:50 pm *He's not even looking.* Whirl 10:50 pm *shrugs and streeetches* Windchill 10:50 pm *Goes for Whirl's armpit with a claw.* FakeProwl 10:50 pm *quietly looks away.* Whirl 10:51 pm *there is a sudden and very loud squawk of static* Windchill 10:51 pm I'm sorry. I...had to. The opportunity was too much to pass up. Whirl 10:52 pm You can't just roll up on someone like that when they're stretching, jeez. *he's gonna hop up and eye Windchill warily* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm *...He punches the ground and growls, then pushes himself up and goes to storm up the stairwell.* Windchill 10:52 pm I'll behave, now. Whirl 10:52 pm ...*stage whisper* Which one of you guys did something to piss him off? Windchill 10:53 pm Armpit jabbing, *he raises a hand, he's solemnly swearing, see,* is not allowed. Lesson learned. Whirl 10:53 pm Also. ...if you're still doing requests. Now that we're on the 70s... Windchill 10:53 pm *His solemn hand raises higher.* It was me, I farted. Whirl 10:53 pm Dammit, Windchill. Windchill 10:53 pm I'm sorry. Whirl 10:53 pm Ahem--Stormbringer by Deep Purple'd go down real easy right about now. FakeProwl 10:54 pm @Soundwave «I also have a song selection to contribute.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm *Soundwave nods to Whirl and pings Prowl an acknowledgment. Anyone else?* Shockwave 10:55 pm 'Electric Light Orchestra.' Windchill 10:56 pm *He'll pass, he's in trouble already.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm *And Shockwave gets a nod too. He assumes that means dealer's choice?* Whirl 10:57 pm *well, he's up, so he'll scuttle back over to the bar, to get drink #2* Shockwave 10:57 pm *indeed. he's not too picky and his mind's still audibly buzzing* Windchill 11:00 pm *Stretches, while Whirl is too far away to get him back.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm *Soundwave lifts his helm and looks over to the stairwell. There's an audible thunka-thunka-thunka and some swearing coming out of it.*

//You want me to do it!? I'll do it!//

*And in just a second, they'll all see the reason why.* Whirl 11:01 pm *leans on the bar and watches. Well, This should be good* FakeProwl 11:01 pm *guess where prowl's attention just went* Windchill 11:01 pm *That sounds dramatic, his ears perk.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm *Rumble comes out dragging a dead razor snake several times longer than he is tall and, for a long moment, glowers at the whole room.* Windchill 11:02 pm *Eyebrows try to float away.* Shockwave 11:02 pm ... *antennae are in a highly unusual position* FakeProwl 11:03 pm *okay. whatever it is, it involves a snake.* *either that, or an extremely large worm.* Shockwave 11:04 pm *...he hopes the snake was killed humanely or for good reason* Whirl 11:04 pm *peers* Windchill 11:04 pm *What is the meaning of this?* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:04 pm *He now marches over to Whirl and half-drops, half-hurls the first couple of meters of it at Whirl's feet, planting his fists on his hips and scowling up at him.*

//ASK ME OUT ALREADY, YEAH? What do I gotta do? Wear a neon sign sayin' "Hot For Whirl, Inquire Within"!? Primus fraggin' below!// Windchill 11:05 pm *Guffaws.* Tarantulas 11:05 pm *is utterly mystified* Whirl 11:05 pm *rears back a little when the snake his thrown, but to his credit, does not step away. Looks at the snake. Looks at Rumble. Looks at the snake again* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:05 pm *Soundwave just crosses one leg over the other and laces his hands together on his lap.* FakeProwl 11:05 pm *oh. well.* Whirl 11:05 pm *intelligently* ...uh, what? FakeProwl 11:06 pm @Soundwave «... Is the snake a courtship thing.» Shockwave 11:06 pm *oh. its a courtship thing* Windchill 11:06 pm *He's gonna watch.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm @Prowl: [[Affirmative. Kaon flavor.]] Windchill 11:06 pm *He's been hitting on Whirl for years, maybe he'll learn a thing or two.* FakeProwl 11:07 pm @Soundwave «... Should I be getting you a snake, or are other animals acceptable.» Whirl 11:07 pm ((i just imagined prowl hunting, dressed as Van Pelt from Jumanji)) Windchill 11:07 pm (( Beautiful. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm *Rumble points at the snake, at himself, and then at Whirl.*

//Me. You. Fightin' stuff 'n gettin' cozy. You in or not?// @Prowl: [[He prefers other methods.]] Windchill 11:08 pm *Huffs a little.* Whirl 11:08 pm *give him a moment to process this* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm *And just for good measure.*

@Shockwave: [[...Do not worry. He prefers other methods.]] FakeProwl 11:09 pm *acknowledging ping. good.* Whirl 11:10 pm Okay, I--wait. Okay. *points at Rumble* You. Are asking me--*points at himself* Specifically. Me, to...?

Well. Uh. *very slowly looks up at the room, suddenly very keenly aware of everyone's presence; I hope all of you are enjoying this moment of Peak Whirl Flabbergastedness* Windchill 11:10 pm *Cups his mouth with his hands, and stage whispers.* Do it. Whirl 11:11 pm *very carefully puts his foot down on the snake and hunkers down to better speak to Rumble* Short answer is, well, yeah, of course. Hell, yeah. Long answer is--can we... go somewhere, maybe? To talk? *HE'S GOING TO REMEMBER THAT, WINDCHILL* *...well not in a bad way* Windchill 11:11 pm *He's trying to be supportive you frick.* Whirl 11:12 pm *exactly* Windchill 11:12 pm *Good enough then.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:13 pm *The scowl slowly brightens into THE BIGGEST GRIN. Frenzy hoots in the background and gets an obscene gesture for his trouble.*

//Frag yeah! I got this spot coupla miles away.// *Oh, wait. The trophy.* //...You're carryin' it this time.// Windchill 11:14 pm *Well, if those two are leaving, he's gonna be left here by himself.* Whirl 11:14 pm *okay,a fair bit of the shock and awkwardness is eased away by that reaction; Whirl snorts and finishes bending down to grab the snake in his claws* You got it.

*straightens and slings it casually over one shoulder* G'night, losers. Windchill 11:14 pm *Time...to bother someone else.* *Applauds. Good show.* Good night, suckers. Whirl 11:14 pm *points at Windchill. YOU* Windchill 11:14 pm *Who, him?* *He pauses in his clapping.* Whirl 11:15 pm *points at his eye, then and Windchill. Watchin u* Tarantulas 11:15 pm *quiet snickering, but his lab timer just went off, he'll have to ask what happened later. nudges at prowl with his helm, pulls back* I'm afraid I'm heading out. Science calls. Windchill 11:15 pm *Is this about the armpit poke.* Shockwave 11:16 pm @Soundy: <<I was not worried. Your preferred methods have already been made relatively clear.>> Whirl 11:16 pm *it's about a lot of things. He'll bob his helm one last time at everyone, and then gesture for Rumble to lead the way* Windchill 11:16 pm *Okay, bye then vague gesture man.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm *Oh, good. He'd hate to wake up and find a bitbear in his club.*

[[Goodnight, Tarantulas.]] FakeProwl 11:16 pm *helm tap.* Evening. Windchill 11:17 pm *Wait.* *How can he ask Tarantulas a Legit Science Question if he leaves?* *Ah, well.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm *Rumble marches out puffed up like a microwaved marshmellow. He can yell at the Boss later. Time to go TALK.* Tarantulas 11:17 pm *his comm's always open, even to you, windchill* Windchill 11:18 pm *Yeah, he usually gets snubbed when he tries the comms.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm @Shockwave: [[...You do not require razor snakes, do you? He had hoped CNA samples would suffice. They are easier to transport.]] Windchill 11:18 pm *We'll see.* Tarantulas 11:18 pm *a faux-smooch to the top of prowl's helm and a wave in the waves' direction, and he's off* Windchill 11:19 pm They're gonna frick, I'll bet. *Crosses his legs, casually.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:19 pm \\PFFFFFF.\\ [[Must you.]] Whirl 11:20 pm ((HAHAHA)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm [[FRENZY.]] *Said Soundwave, sounding suspiciously like his deployer for a minute.* *He cackles and darts upstairs.* Windchill 11:20 pm *He shrugs. It's an honest assessment.* FakeProwl 11:20 pm *winces* Shockwave 11:21 pm @Soundy: <<If I -must- be given a razor snake, I prefer living specimens. But no. It is not required.>> ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm @Prowl: [[...His apologies. It is - almost an automatic reflex.]] @Shockwave: [[...A hatchling, perhaps.]] FakeProwl 11:22 pm @Soundwave «Forgiven. It was just—unexpected.» ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm *Small nod.* Shockwave 11:25 pm *has 13 hatchlings already. one more wouldnt hurt* *he'd have to keep it out of Predacon gobbling range* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm *That's what having Buzzsaw build a clean but beautiful looking aquarium is for. At least until it gets big enough to outgrow that.* Windchill 11:28 pm *He stretches again, since Whirl isn't here to give him his armpit-poking comeuppance.* I'm out, I think. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm [[Very well. He'll tell Rumble to let Whirl know.]] Windchill 11:29 pm *He hungers, it's time to FEED.* *Also, his friend has VANISHED.* *So it's double time. He stands, and shakes himself off.* 'Night, suckers. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:31 pm [[Goodnight.]] Windchill 11:31 pm *He waves, and steps out.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *Soundwave twists and bobs his helm near Shockwave's in a request for permission to bunt.*

@Shockwave: [[He hopes the design modifications seen tonight will be taken into consideration...?]] Shockwave 11:42 pm ((ahh im back sorry)) Shockwave 11:44 pm *nods* Did any particular features capture your interest? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:46 pm @Shockwave: [[Longer dorsal tubes, better quadrupedal running proportions. He will need the ability to move quickly if he ever loses air superiority.]] Shockwave 11:49 pm "Agreed. Though I would suggest that the tubing position remain adjustable, to prevent the larger design from interfering with your ability to navigate small spaces." ItsyBitsySpyers 11:52 pm *Ready nod. That would be delightful.*

@S: [[He will come test out potential layouts before the week is up, if that is all right.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm *Get some loose pipes and see how they'd work against his current frame, perhaps.* Shockwave 11:56 pm *antennae take on an upright, anticipatory angle* Yes. I would like to discuss the film's contents in further detail, as well.

*that would be ridiculous, soundwave. cute, but ridiculous. they possess -holographic technology- and malleable mental landscapes, you know.* Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm *...Oh. Yes. Mindscapes. Of course! That would also work, though it'd take a bit of fiddling to make sure they got the internal rules and weights right.*

*Well, no matter. They can figure it out then. There's that bunt for now.*

[[Then we shall. Until then...?]] Shockwave 12:01 am *bunted, fingers twitch* ...Yes. I shall return to my laboratory. Shockwave 12:02 am ((*fingerguns out for tonight?* sorry if i kept you waiting)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am *Soundwave pings acknowledgment and gives the plating edge he's got against his cheek a good nuzzling.*

[[Rest well. And may your work progress smoothly.]] ((roger dodger! and no problem <3)) Shockwave 12:05 am *brushes a few fingers fondly over Soundwave's forearm, extricates himself from the couch, and leaves* FakeProwl 12:06 am ... Now I know where you got that costume. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:09 am *Soundwave looks over to Prowl at last and scoots out of Prowl's spot, tapping the space. Do come sit.*

[[That was Buzzsaw's work.]] FakeProwl 12:10 am *a flicker, and he's back in his usual spot.* Then Shockwave's helping you improve it? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:10 am *Finally focusing on the fact that HE'S BEEN TALKING TO PROWL LIKE HE'S MEANT TO TALK TO OTHER BOTS. Please hold while he wraps himself up in this fact and pulls it tight.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am *Okay. Okay, he's - he's nervous about this, especially after accidentally shouting, but he went through the whole movie without doing anything else wrong. This will be fine. Increased attention is safer attention.*

[[...In a manner of speaking.]] FakeProwl 12:13 am Oh? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:17 am [[Mm. His spark will not support his current alt mode forever.]] Flight is strenuous, Prowl. And so is admitting this, but it'll at least let him test reactions. [[It is - an interesting idea for the distant future.]]

*Definitely watching for any signs of repulsion.* FakeProwl 12:19 am *Blank stare at Soundwave. Then blank stare at wall.* ... Apparently I'm into people who want to turn into aliens. I didn't realize that was part of my type. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:20 am *...Slow, quiet huffing.* [[You would prefer an octopus?]] FakeProwl 12:21 am *Snort.* I'd miss the teeth. *DID HE SAY THAT. Clamps mouth shut. fff.* *Definitely going to keep staring at that wall.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:22 am *Tiny brighten. Yes, Prowl said that. And Soundwave deeply appreciated it.*

[[Then it pleases him to keep them.]] *Pause.* [[And share them.]] FakeProwl 12:22 am *Nod nod.* FakeProwl 12:23 am *RIGHT, moving on from that little... that.* Is that to be your alt-mode, then? Or will you be a monoformer? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:29 am [[An alt mode. There are some things they are not built to do. And he is not an organic. He...]] Oh, this is painful to think. [[He simply admires this one's appearance.]] *Don't tell anyone. His credit with the Decepticons is low enough.* FakeProwl 12:32 am *a nod. so prowl gathered, from the fact that he keeps showing movies about them. ... and dresses as them.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:32 am *Prowl went as a minicon. Does he want to be one?* FakeProwl 12:33 am *he wouldn't mind shrinking.* *anyway he didn't "go as a minicon" so much as attempt to hide from the crowd.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:35 am *Fair, fair. But no shrinking and asking to become his deployer. Holograms don't dock and Soundwave isn't going to pop his spark chamber open.*

*And now it's Soundwave's turn to fidget. He wasn't expecting to have to explain this. It went... a hundred times better than expected, but it's a little. It's.*

*Please let Prowl think of something else, Primus. Mercy.* FakeProwl 12:35 am ... The, er. Costume you wore. It was... very, uh... *words, words, words.* The shape fit. You. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:37 am *...........Oh. Well, that's not so bad either. Mercy after this, maybe.*

[[...Thank you. It - did serve him well, that night.]] [[But he does not need to remind you of that.]] FakeProwl 12:38 am Hff. No. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:39 am *Little shoulder tremble. And now they're back to the teeth. Well done, them.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:42 am *If Primus and Prowl won't show it, he will. Prompt, prompt.*

[[Now. He recalls an incomplete request?]] FakeProwl 12:43 am Ah. Yes. You did—I did—I mean, er. Yes. FakeProwl 12:45 am *Damn. He'd planned this out to be smooth. Instead he'd been sticking his foot in his mouth and awkwardly squeezing out half-compliments for the past five minutes. How does he get back on track.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:45 am *Oh, stammering. This will probably be interesting.* *Would Prowl like a hand? He finds that helps sometimes.* FakeProwl 12:46 am *no, no, he's got this prepared. he just has to get himself on script.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:46 am *Very well. Soundwave will be as patient for Prowl as Prowl has been for him, lately.* FakeProwl 12:47 am *OKAY. SUAVENESS. SUAVENESS NOW. FLIPPING THE SUAVE SWITCH.* FakeProwl 12:50 am *He says, very coolly and casually,* First, you'll have to sit in my lap. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:51 am *Well, THAT briefly uncorks a bottle of mental imagery.* *Soundwave quickly jams the stopper back into place and leans on it. Sitting on Prowl's lap. Yes. He'll just - do that.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:53 am *Which involves hesitating because he doesn't know which direction, before deciding Prowl's hologram is sturdy enough they won't topple forward if it's face-to-face and gracefully rearranging himself to suit.* FakeProwl 12:54 am *Oh. Prowl was expecting sideways. Never mind, never mind—the position doesn't actually matter, he's not going to let it throw him off.* FakeProwl 12:56 am Right. *He laces his hands behind Soundwave's back. So casually you'd never guess that it's a deliberate, planned part of Prowl's presentation, except for the fact that he definitely stopped speaking until he'd finished doing it.* I thought this, was... thematically appropriate. Considering recent conversations we've had. And, us in general. *Inward wince. Should've worked on that last sentence. Keep going.* ... Here. (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Znze-oR0-I )) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:59 am *Soundwave wiggles a little, but only to let Prowl's hands slip behind the guard over his lower back. A planned part it may be, but he's not gonna complain. At all. Especially if Prowl is trying to talk to him the way he understands best.* This message has been removed. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:01 am *...Oh. Oh, he knows this song. But this is - it's a cover? He pays close attention.* *...All he wants and needs, in his arms. Like Soundwave is.*

*...That cinder digs a bit deeper.* FakeProwl 1:02 am *Very slightly—but pointedly—tightens embrace at "here in my arms." As if, somehow, the meaning wasn't obvious.* *... Is it too much? Now he's worried it's too much. Maybe—no, no, he finished worrying it was too much three days ago. Now he waits. He can't take back the song now.* FakeProwl 1:05 am *RIGHT. There we go. He's going to awkwardly stare somewhere around Soundwave's shoulder as he waits for a reaction.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:08 am *And the part about speech breaking vows. And both pleasure and pain being involved, which is truer than most people are willing to admit.*

*And words being - what did it call them? Trivial? Structured sentences, meaningless. The song title is LITERALLY "Enjoy the Silence".*

*Well. He won't transfer any words, then. And no coherent thoughts.*

*Just a swell of - of - intense feelings, to use the song's phrase, and Soundwave sliding his arms behind Prowl to crush him close.* *Bumper be damned.* FakeProwl 1:13 am *Oh! Good. Prowl did good. He attempts to return the wave of feelings with one of his own, but isn't quite sure how to pick and send one, so it ends up being a confused blup consisting of relief and something that might be translatable into several pings of affection.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:14 am *That confused blup is, quite honestly, charming as Pit. Maybe Prowl will let him try to teach how to do things some day, but for now, this is... more honest. And he likes that.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:18 am *Curious nudge and an overhead shot of himself sitting on Prowl's lap, taken just a moment ago. This, unfortunately, requires him to 'speak'.*

[[...It is all right to stay here?]] FakeProwl 1:18 am Oh. Yes. Absolutely. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:20 am *Nod. NOW he turns to sit sideways, in order to better fit his legs on the couch and curl around the side of Prowl's chest instead of battling it from the front.* FakeProwl 1:22 am *There, that's more like what he expected. He shifts his arms to accommodate the new position.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:24 am [[...He likes your taste in music. He would listen to more, if you found it.]] FakeProwl 1:26 am *Prowl is pretty sure that's high praise out of Soundwave.* When I find more that's fitting, I will. *... On the other hand maybe Soundwave likes ALL tastes in music. Hm.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:27 am *Little bit high praise, little bit implying he would love to hear more of what Prowl had to tell him, little bit suggesting he enjoys these musical messages of theirs.*

*Soundwave nods and buries his face in Prowl's shoulder.* FakeProwl 1:28 am *THAT'S new. And nice. Prowl likes that.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:32 am *It's a good shoulder. Sometimes he wishes Prowl would smell like metal, or be warm, or make all the little sounds, or leave paint and not static - in short, that he could have the real thing, green and all - but it's what he has for now, so he'll take it.* FakeProwl 1:34 am *There are SOME sounds. Preprogrammed to play under the right circumstances. But it's closer to a very advanced video game soundtrack than to a real person's systems.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:34 am *And he's Soundwave. He has no trouble identifying the differences.* FakeProwl 1:38 am *Well, Prowl's body might not be here—but PROWL is, and he's quietly delighted that Soundwave is on his lap and liked his musical offering.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:39 am *Prowl's going to be even more delighted in a moment. Soundwave's mask is raised and he's taking to teasingly prodding the shoulder with tongue and mlah to see how long before Prowl notices the sensation.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:42 am *Content spymasters are often quietly playful ones, as has been demonstrated on past occasions. At present, he's entertained by the idea of making his chair wiggle beneath him.* FakeProwl 1:43 am *For the record: longer than it would in a normal body, but not very long at all. Speaking of the artificial soundtrack: here, have an engine rev.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:48 am *WELL. That'd be hard to mistake even if they were still communicating via text.*

*But he supposes a wriggle is a wriggle however it's earned, so onward his glossa travels, licking a line around the shoulder's edge before stopping to nibble on a corner.*

[][][]Do you want to play a game?[][][] FakeProwl 1:50 am *Immediately:* Yes. *Less immediately:* What kind of game? ItsyBitsySpyers 1:55 am *Quiet huff. Soundwave reaches for a cube from the bar with his feelers and motions to the top of Prowl's head with it. He won't set it up there unless he's allowed.*

[[It is called "finding out if Soundwave can make you spill this".]] FakeProwl 1:56 am *Prowl's optics brighten. A lot.* The rules? ItsyBitsySpyers 2:08 am [[You make yourself comfortable. He then balances this on your head - or some other sufficiently challenging location - and does what he safely can to dislodge it without moving you himself.]] *Key: safely. That means no scaring Prowl or seizing his mind and forcing him to drop the cube.* [[Teasing, amusing, bribing - simple things. You lose when even a single drop falls over the side.]]

[[Timed or untimed. Your choice, as is what happens if he wins. Or if you win.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 2:11 am *It is worth noting that the cube is fairly full.* FakeProwl 2:14 am *Looks at the cube contemplatively for a moment.* ... Shoulder. There's no flat surface on my head. Even if we get it perfectly balanced, the mere act of talking would be enough to dislodge it. THAT challenge can wait for another night. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:15 am *Only if Prowl talks out loud. But, he doesn't know how to work around this yet, so, very well.*

[[Is that an agreement?]] FakeProwl 2:16 am It is. Fifteen minutes for the first round so we can both get the hang of it and see if we like it, move up from there? ItsyBitsySpyers 2:18 am *Nod.*

[[Agreed. But if he may make a suggestion?]] Vent against Prowl's shoulder. [[Changing venues. It would be... awkward, for Rumble to return to this.]] FakeProwl 2:20 am HFF—! ... Agreed. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:23 am [[Good. He'll hear plenty over his playlist choices as it is.]] Soundwave pops a bridge to life behind himself and starts to stand up carefully, so as not to leave Prowl's arms. [[Come.]] *He knows the avatar can just flicker on somewhere else, but damn it, this is a comfortable spot and he'd prefer not to lose it.* FakeProwl 2:26 am *Oh, is he being dragged along? Then follows~*

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