#cant find what the bowl says anywhere sadly...

[leroibobo]

a jewish incantation bowl in babylonian aramaic from 400-800 ce.

incantation bowls were bowls inscribed with scriptual quotes and buried face down to protect against evil influences. they were used by christians, jews, manichaeans, and mandaeans in upper mesopotamia and syria.

[dreadlock-detective]

would you be able to talk about dindel and vale's relationship? i think they're so fascinating 😍

Yes. Yes I can ramble on about D&D shenanigans you do not have to ask twice! Especially about those two doofuses (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

(By the by, I keep an in-character journal of this campaign collected here for further reading)

Granted, I don’t know much more than Dindel herself does about Vale, so everything about him is Subject To Change Due To Dramatic Reveal®, but a bit of background on the two prior to the game proper:

Dindel (Who’s actual name is Dindelion, or more correctly Dandelion but her dad always said it wrong) had lived her whole life in the crime ridden dried up port town of Delzimmer. When she was very young her elven mother left for reasons unclear to little Dindel and her father subsequently was completely unable to keep his shit together, losing his cobbling business after taking up gambling and drinking, and the two have been living more or less on the streets ever since. Unlike clerics or druids, Dindel has a seemingly natural born ability to use divine magic and would often need it to take care of her dad, but he taught her to hide her gift from everyone lest someone try to take her away from him and use her talents for their own gain.

Being so cooped up for someone homeless, she’d occasionally get her hands on books where she’d fantasize a lot about the world outside of Delzimmer and became pretty infatuated with romance stories. She’s had a few relationships but none of them went anywhere - the most notable one being with a halfling soldier who told her grand stories of travel and promised to take her away with him. Sadly he was just a lying douche and she caught him bragging as much to his friends one day, so after that she just kinda gave up on the idea of leaving and resigned herself to taking care of her father.

Vale (Who’s full name is an entire flipping sentence and I haven’t heard it since character creation stuff but is something along the lines of ‘Hidden Vale Beyond the Waterfall") was born to a Tabaxi tribe on an island far away. Through some manipulation by merchants or mercenaries (cant recall which exactly) traveling through the area, Vale ended up sold into servitude and grew up a member of a band of mercenaries - specifically he was trained with a flail to break enemy shield walls. Some time prior to the game the majority of the mercenary gang was wiped out and Vale ended up a drifter who found himself in Delzimmer.

Their first meeting didn’t involve much actual words passing between them, but Vale was sitting by a window in a tavern when he noticed Dindel outside looking for food. Seeing this he began to make a ruckus about something being wrong with the soup he’d ordered and it being unacceptable and demanding a replacement, while putting the soup bowl itself on the window sill and making it clear that he wanted her to take it, which she happily did.

Soon after, her father’s gambling debts finally caught up with him and he was taken away by what amounts to essentially the local mafia. They then found her and essentially got her to agree to pay his debts. Not really emotionally equipped to deal with being on her own and no idea how to pay off her dad’s debt that wasn’t degrading, she reached out to Vale for help - he wasn’t from Delzimmer, he’d been nice to her, and he looked like a soldier and soldiers get paid and get hurt and she can heal people, and damnit she was desperate.

We haven’t actually figured exactly who that meeting went (Vale’s player was planning on writing something up at some point. I’ll have to ask him about that) but luckily Vale had just received word that a city to the south was looking for capable soldiers, agreed to take her with him, and they set off on a boat down south (Dindel apparently gets super seasick btw)

Overall the two both seem to be emotional wrecks who each use the other to keep their shit together. Especially after Vale’s player wrote Cat’s Scratch Fever  it seems like Vale’s holding up Dindel as a kind of symbol of innocence and goodness, and helping her as a means to try to make up for past sins from his mercenary life. And he does sacrifice basically everything for her. Aside from the general “Barbarian bleeds to protect the party” thing (Where he has, on multiple occasions, put Dindel’s safety above anything/everyone else), he’s also given her essentially all of his share of everything to help her pay off her dad’s debts, which he never actually mentioned to her but she caught on to when he started handing out shares to the other members and they were half the size he gave to her. The biggest hurdle on his end seems to be that he’s put her up on such a high pedestal he sees himself as unworthy to try to be with her.

As for Dindel, she’s had a rough time during their travels. Her fantasies of the outside world have basically come crashing down around her as she’s start to figure that every place is pretty much the same as Delzimmer, just Delzimmer doesn’t try to hide how awful it is. That’s pretty much just reinforced her old emotional dependencies but now with her father gone the party are the only ones she can really latch on to. And of those, Lucan is super distant, Niles hates anything remotely elven, and Essmer is a weird embodiment of all of her dad’s bad habits so none of them have come as close to her as Vale. And her feelings towards Vale have been all the hell over the place: He’s SUPER nice to her and has done a lot to improve her situation, but he’s also absolutely pants-wetteningly terrifying when he’s enraged to the point where that being aimed at her is possibly her greatest fear and that’s a massive red flag, but he’s also shown himself to be remorseful over things he’s done and wanting to do better, but also refers to her as “Kit” like she was a child so is he just being nice to her because he thinks she’s a kid or what?! She’s basically run the entire gamut between being afraid for her life and complete infatuation and it’s EXHAUSTING lol.

So that’s the current state of things. Which will possibly change in the next session or so because Dindel has gone through enough of an emotional whirlwind and the action has died down enough lately that she’s going to try to work up the courage to just talk to Vale about this shit and find out where they stand. Unfortunately the last session didnt quite reach a good point for that (mostly because we spent waaay too much time talking about non-game stuff), and the one last weekend was canceled since we couldn’t all make it, so this “Will They Wont They” bullshit has been in my head for like A MONTH NOW and I’m ready for some level of resolution to this plot arc lol.

Mostly because I want the two characters to come to some understanding before we enter the next section of the game, which is settlement-building shenanigans that will have large time skips during downtime and I’d rather the characters hash it out now than either just say “they decided X” during a time skip or to somehow contort it so they could go LONG spans of time around each other with no horribly pressing life threatening situations and somehow have NOTHING develop in their relationship over that time, like it was a terrible romance anime~

So yeah, hopefully soon (next session is the next week’s saturday, 11/3) we’ll find out if these two goons can admit their feelings and accept the other’s in return and go from there. No matter what happens it should result in some good character development~ Maybe not positive character development if things go poorly, but good none-the-less \( º w º  )/.

[nightwingswing]

“Deadly Attraction” (Fem!Villains x Fem!Reader)

Hello my lil’ wings! My sumer holidays has begun!

Now i’ll have more time to update! So dont fret, the updates to your fav imagines will come soon! Anyway, sorry for not updating, college sucks the life out of students so i couldn’t update at all. Luckily now is summer and i have soo many ideas my wings! Also i have so many interesting request! i cant wait to start!

So stay tunned, wings! All your request are coming!

Also, This will be another series of this blog, I wrote this for pride month,and i liked it so it wil become a series. And I Hope you all like it too!

Villains need some love too!

Tags: @hamsterforlive @plethora-of-things @totallovelesson @crazyfreckledginger @wonderlace19 @algentforthewin @electra-writes33

If you wanna be tagged in this or in any of my imagines message me anytime!

(Female villains included in this series: Catwoman, Harley Quin, Poison Ivy, Lady Shiva, Talia Al Ghul, Star Sapphire, Circe, Cheetah, Lena Luthor, Nyssa Raatko, Blackfire, Cheshire. If you want me to add any other, please leave a coment or message me who!)

 I hope you all enjoy and happy pride month!

Martha and Thomas Wayne were proud parents of two.  

They had Bruce after years of trying, when their works allowed it.

They loved him to pieces, they took time of the job to be able to care for him and when they couldn't, Alfred took care of him like his own.

Nevertheless, Martha missed something. She always wanted a girl. As a child she dreamed of having a daughter, she always admired the daughter-mom bond. Her own mother always said she was her best friend,  she would always be there no matter what.

Martha wanted that bond too.

When she shared it with Thomas he agreed. He thought it would be good for Bruce -who has just turned seven- to have a little sister to care for. He also wanted a little girl.

When Bruce was seven,they thought it was a good moment.

A few weeks later, Bruce the ever so clever boy noticed that his mom glowed with a new found light. His dad had hugged her gently and kissed her deeply, even Alfred looked overjoyed!. Being the curious boy he asked.

“mommy daddy??” he titles his head.

His dad kneels by his side and hugs him sideways.

“hey Bruce, what would you say or having a baby sibling?” he smiled. Bruce eyes glowed as he smiled.

“ Am I going to be a big brother????” he smiled bright.

“Yes darling"  his mom smiled and kissed his forehead as Bruce hugged her slightly round tummy.

“I'm going to be the best big brother!”

Nine months later, Bruce had to stay in the mannor with Alfred as his father took his mom to the hospital.  He stayed up, worried as Alfred stayed by his side calming him down.

A day later, his parents came home with a soft creamy white blanket wrapped around a small bundle. He approached them with Alfred, he noticed his mom happy glowing face with slightly bags under her eyes. His father kissed her and took the bundle from her, he smiled and told her to get some rest, that he will take care of (y/n). She smiled as she held to Alfred arm and walked upstairs.

His father smiled at him, and pointed to the couch. Bruce followed and sat on the couch, his father sat next to him and told him to be careful. He then placed the small bundle on Bruce's chest.

It was so warm, small… He looked to the baby’s chubby face, he smiled as his eyes filled with happiness, he looked at his dad as his hands wrapped around the chubby baby. His father smiled, kissed his forehead as he spoke.

“Bruce, this is (y/n), (y/n) Wayne. Your little sister ”

Bruce smiled.

He will be the best big brother.

She will be protected.

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Night.

A gun.

Bang!

The sound of a body hitting the ground.

BANG!

Pearls hit the floor, as his mother's body flops to the floor.

Bruce looked at the criminal as he took of running.

He kneels by his dad body, his hands trembling, dread filling his body as he feels numb. Tears flow down his cheeks, cold and salty, making his eyes sting as his throat closes.

He's unable to speak.

Unable to move.

He just stares at his father's cold body, blood falling down his mouth.

From the corner of his eye he sees his mother move. He quickly crawls next to her, his mother grabs his hand in her weak hold. Her blue eyes stare at his, full of sadness and love.

She knows she isn't going to make it.

Her breath is labored,  hard as she coughs,  blood flow down her pretty face, her eyes look at his as she tries to speak. Searches for her voice, looking at him she smiles, her bloodied hand caresses his cheek.

“take...care..of her" she coughs more blood, knowing her time is closer she looks at him lovingly” W..we...love...you both..” she wheezes hard. Her throat closes as blood fills her throat.

She gives him one last smile, as her hands hold become weaker, her eyes lose all their light.

But her smile stays, it stays is in her face, as she had seen one of her two big loves, one last time.

Bruce stays cold,alone and numb. Between his parents bodies, his face with the bloody caress from his mother. His eyes sting harder as his throat comes undone in a loud, deafening, heartbreaking scream.

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Hours later, he's sitting in his parents room, he feels numb, empty, alone. He stares with a cold face out of the window. His heart feels empty.  The gun resonates in his head on repeat. His father's begs. His mother's protective hug…

Bang…

        Bang……

                        BANG!

He covers his ears as he feels the tears he thought had dried come back to his eyes.

Suddenly a infant cry broke the manners silence.

Bruce startle walked to his sound, seeing his little sister bawling ,shaking her little fist seeking comfort.

He felt his heart warm slightly as her little hand wraps around his finger.

He wasn't alone.

He saw his sister chubby face calm as she fell asleep again, holding his finger lovingly.

Bruce kissed her forehead as he smiled.

“ I will take care of us, (y/n)” he smiled. “whoever killed our parents will pay...I promise you that. “

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That was a long time ago.

Bruce keep his unspoken promise to his mother. He did his best to protect you.

While he always tried to be at your side like your parents did, but trying to keep the company in good hands and trying to find your parents murderers made it difficult.  

He still tried his best but he knew you were in good hands as long as Alfred was with you.

Sadly for you,  Bruce had growl overprotective of you after one time when you were six a mob tried and failed to kidnap you. Since then, he made sure you were never alone. In Gotham academy,  in the manor anywhere, you were never alone.

Though you felt Incredibly alone.

Bruce always keep close watch on you, so good people never approached you afraid they would anger Bruce.

The only people who tried -and failed- were people that liked the name Wayne, but couldn't care less about who (y/n) was.

Then, one day everything changed.

It was the beginnings of spring, Bruce and Alfred had went out shortly to buy some of Bruce's gym clothes. Against your brother's complaints you decided to stay home, Alfred nodded and reminded you to not open the door and Bruce to get your bat and kick them and call 911. And thus you were here, in the manors library, reading your favorite book. You were wearing your favorite (f/c) cotton pants and your (s/f/c) shirt, drinking your (f/d) calmly.  

You loved times like this, calmness, the warmth of books, your favorite drink and the soft chirp of birds.

When you had finished the third chapter your ears caught the pitter patter of someone's feet.

They were to light to be Alfred's and to slow to be Bruce's.

Alarms flared in your mind, you got up to catch the burglar by surprise.

You followed the shadow as it went down to the kitchen. You hid behind the kitchen island and watched.  It was clearly a she, wearing black leggings,  slightly broken in her knees. An old  black leather jacket and a beanie with cat ears and goggles. She was older than you, probably around Bruce age. Her green eyes looked around until they found something interesting.  She got up the counter and grab the cookie jar. She jumped down with a satisfied smirk and let the jar in the table, she took her beanie off  letting her brow-black hair free;It was short and curly slightly buffy, you thought it was a cool haircut.

She picked the cookie and bit into it as her stomach growl in hunger.

You clutched your bat as you decided to get up.

“ A re you hungry?”  your soft voice surprised her as she jumped into a defensive stand. “no no no! Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you! “ her eyes narrowed  “i won't call the police either “  she calmed as her green eyes analyzed you. “I'm (y/n), and you?” you smiled.

“ Selina.” she said with a low voice. You smiled.

“ you're hungry selina?” you smiled. She nodded as she picked up the cookie that fell from her hand,quickly eating it. “want want a glass of milk?* her eyes sparkled at the mention as you smiled. “milk is it then.”

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That's how you meet your best friend Selina Kyle. She and you saw each other whenever Bruce wasn't around.

You two would hang in the library, drinking and eating snacks as Selina would tell you about her daily adventures. You smiled as you imagined having so many adventures too. Some other times you would cuddle together and watch some movie.

Once she even stayed for a sleepover.

Obviously Bruce had no idea of that.

But Alfred did. But he was way to happy you finally had a friend to tell Bruce.

You introduced Selina to Alfred, so he would be calm you weren't hanging out with a dangerous person. He seemed to believe her enough as he gave you his word that he would keep your secret.

Thus Selina and you began a wonderful friendship.

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“This is Moon. She's the kitten mama. This is her kitten star.” selina said proudly. You smiled as you pet the both cats as they purred in pleasure. “and this one is princess, she's the smallest kitten.” she held the kitten in her hand and showed it to you,  you held her and smiled.

“she's adorable “ you said. Selina smiled as she put the milk in the two bowls. The alley was damp and cold. Her eyes caught a silhouette walking to them. She grab your hand and tell you you had to flee. You nodded and let the kittens in the safe place of the alley, holding Selina's hand you both took off running between giggles you arrived to Gotham plaza.

“That was fun!” you smiled happily, your breath laboured as you sat in a bench. “ The funnest thing since Bruce’s silly photocall.” you smiled at Selina, your (e/c) eyes bright and happy centered on her made her heart swell. She smiled too as her cheeks became slightly rosy.

“Want an ice cream?” she smiled.

“Yeah! sounds amazing!” you smiled. She smiled back and ran to an ice cream parlour.

You were looking at some pigeons when a young girl clutching a book passed by. A group of kids were laughing at her as her cheeks burned in shame, little tears in her eyes.

You, being the bleeding heart you were, stood up.

“hey! why don't you mess with someone your age?! oh that's right, you can’t mess with babies. “ You smirked at their surprised faces. “ Flee like the babies you are!” they took running as the blond girl stares at you amazed. You turned at her and she cowered, you smiled and put your hand on the smallest girl.

“ You're okay?”

“Y-yeah, thank you” She smiled, putting her long red hair behind her ear, shyly.

“Im (y/n). What’s your name?”

“P-Pamela.” She smiled at you.

“Well, Pamela if those kids try to mess with you again just show them who’s the better person, alright?” you smiled

“Okay.” She smiled, clutching her book closer, you looked at it curious. It was an old book, broken by the corners and yellowed pages. The covers looked old and dusty.

“ Oh, Darwin eh?” You smiled, pointing at the book.

“Y-Yeah. I love this b-book. It was given to me a long time ago.” She smiled, holding her copy of  Insectivorous Plants  closer.

“ My brother has his books in our library too!” You smiled.

“ You have a library?” she asked, amazed.

“Yeah!” You smiled. “Maybe I’ll show it to you one day!”

“T-that would be amazing!” She smiled, her cheeks slightly rosy.

Selina came back, after getting your ice creams. She looked out of breath, cluthing the slightly melting ice cream.

“ (n/n) we have to go- Who’s your friend?” Selina said, standing tall and close to you.

“Her name is Pamela, we met while you went to get ice cream!”

“hn.” Selina said looking at the red-head up and down. “ Nice to meet you. Now, (y/n) we have to go, please.”

“ Okay, Sel.” You smiled and put the flower Selina had put in your hair when she went to pick you up in her long red hair. “ Hope we can meet again soon, Pam.” you smile.

“ that would be great.” She smiled.

“Let’s goo, (n/n) “ Selina pouted.

“Okay! Let’s go.” You smiled as you waved Pamela goodbye, walking away with Selina.

Pamela touched the flower and smiled brightly.

She had a friend!

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Selina and you walked around some more eating your ice creams, She was still showing you around, which where the best rooftops to hang, where you could see the bay from.. It was all very awesome!

You two were chilling in said roof, you smile happily as you breathed fresh air. This had gave you your wing, the freedom you so much seeked.

All thanks to Selina.

You looked at her as she stared down the street, her button nose, tanned skin,pinkish lips and black hair.

She was really pretty, you thought blushing.

Suddenly a cry could be heard, a car had loosed control and was fastly driving towards a blond girl. People yelled to her to get out of the way, but she was like a deer in highlights. Staring at the truck, eyes wet and scared.

“Sel, we had to do something!!” you said.

Selina quickly jumped into action,looking for something that may be of use while you prepared yourself. She grabbed a rope and tied it tightly.

“Are you sure about this, (n/n)?” She asked worried.

“ Yes! there is no time!” you grabbed the rope,kissed Selina’s cheek , took a deep breath and jumped. Fastly approaching the girl as the truck came closer and closer.

She held his cheek as she blushed sadly the color of her skin paled as the truck drove faster and faster approaching quickly.

Selina looked scared as you and the girl disappeared as the truck drove by,leaving a cloud of screams of terror and shock on its tracks.

Selina stared in horror as the truck rode by, her heart wrenching painfully as her long nails buried in her palms.

be okay

        be okay

                     be okay

                                “god damn it (n/n) BE OKAY!”

Her scream sounded along the street as the dust the truck woke disappeared. There were you, hugging the smaller  blond to you chest as she sobbed. You looked up at the rood and smiled at Selina, waving.

Selina broke in a nervous laugh as she fell on her knees, she waved back as ligh tears of happiness fell from the corner of her eyes.

The people cheered, the tv had broadcasted your heroic act on air.

Selina quickly started climbing down to go with you, see if you were hurt in any way.

You sat hugging the small blond as she sobbed her eyes out. You brushed her blond hair as you shushed her to calm. She slowly calmed as she relaxed in your hold, you smiled at her as she looked at you sniffing softly, her pretty blue eyes dampt from tears. She smiled weakly as she whispered in a tight voice.

“Thank you” As you opened your mouth to answer the cries of her mother as she ran towards her made the attention of the child go to her mom.

“HARLEY! HARLEY OH MY GOD!” she ran as the presumably “Harley” get out of your hug to run to her mother soothing arms.

“mama!”she opened her arms as her mother clutched her in a bear hug.

“god, harley..thank you miss, thank you so much.” she thanked you as tears flowed from her eyes in relief.

“ it's what i had to do,ma’am.” you smiled. She thanked you once again as she walked away clutching her child, who gave one last look at you and smiled and waved, you waved back and she hid her face in her mother's neck, looking at you from her hair.

“(y/n)! “ Selina yelled as she hugged you hard. “ Never do this again! you almost gave me a heart attack!” She hid her face in you (long/short) hair. You rubbed her back as you hugged her.

“ I wont, i promise.” you smiled.

oh, if you knew smol (y/n)...if only you knew..

Selina keep clutching into you until it was time you went home again.

She accompanied you to the manor and until the door. There she gave you a kiss in the cheek and fleed. You smiled and opened the door, walking inside.

Everything was quiet and dark, you slowly walked upstairs when the light of the living room turned on.

Bruce was sitting in the couch, wearing his silk, black pajama, a big frown on his face as Alfred stayed by his side, a worried look on his eyes. In the tv, the images of your heroic act were on a loop. Bruce stopped the recording as his deep blue eyes stared into your (e/c) ones.

“ (y/n) Wayne. You're in big trouble”

Oh snap.

(Hope you all enjoyed! Please tell me your thoughts!)

[verdigrisprowl]

Jan 23 Lost Light Stream - Soundwave’s Bar - Transformers Prime 49-52

Prowl sat outside during Patch. He was Far Too Intrigued by the potential of the Forge of Solus, and would very much like to meet a Solus to ask her about how it works. For example, if it’s running out of energy, can you fill it with more? Or can you use a run-down Forge to build a new Forge full of energy? Can you wish for more wishes? Perhaps he’ll never know.

Also he’s convinced that Aligned bots are mad geniuses as creating things that smack stuff into existence.

Welcome to the 'excursionist' room. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i see it)) Airachnid: I see it)) Starscream: *Sitting away from the others* Shockbox: (( as do i)) Starscream: ((see it)) Airachnid: [looks around before sitting near Whirl] Whirl: ((excellent. remember that Itsy is to blame for what u see next)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera is parked on the table in bird mode, yep. So many good pats.* Shockbox: *if there is a snack table, he's beelining for it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And the snacks are laid out on the bar.* Shockbox: *oh hell  yes.* Ratchet: Hooooo. Forgot how nice this place is, Hot Wheels. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Soundwave. And thank you.]] Whirl: *nods courteously to Airachnid before--OH NO* Shockbox: ((....now /this/ is a quality stream. )) Starscream: :/ Whirl: Why, Soundwave. This is torture. What did I ever do to you. Shockwave: ((i love that  shockbox is just like AW YIS TREATS)) Airachnid: ... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You are in a dance club. Deal with it.]] Ratchet: Hehehe. Whatever you say. Shockwave: ((we can hear your skype bweeps)) Starscream: they even left me out ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He sees worse every weekend.]] agoodidstraction: *pulls out a cyg* Alrighty then. Whirl: But STARSCREAM? FakeProwl: ... Nobody told me we were watching horror tonight. Whirl: Can't you find LITREALLY ANYONE else? Whirl: *SNRK* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave's helm bobs. Heh.* Starscream: It don't know which would have been worse ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Fine. He will find some you'll approve of.]] agoodidstraction: Find my boyfriend Ratchet: WHAT song is this I didn't think I was going to dance tonight but look at this Shockbox: *he's getting his snack fix. just a medium size bowl.* Ratchet: *his hips are wiggling. what a catchy tune* ItsyBitsySpyers: //It ain't out yet when you are.// Shockbox: ((snacks are always a plus.)) Whirl: I regret my words immediately. Whirl: I  never needed to see Rung like that. Shockwave: ((..ok but this just reminds me of rungs grandpa dancing on that cover)) Whirl: Wh--!? Starscream: haha Windchill: I've arrived at the wrong moment, haven't I? Whirl: *squints* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Satisfied?]] Airachnid: I could dance better than that. Whirl: Just when I think you can't do worse, Soundwave. You do. Whirl: And not that I DO dance, but if I did... I'd surely do better than THAT. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Never challenge him.]] Shockbox: (( that's a pretty good quark model tbh )) Shockwave: ((...i cant believe someone made a quark)) Windchill: *He hoped we were past these things.* FakeProwl: *oh. all right. prowl's watching this one.* Ratchet: Euuuugh. Can we go back to Whirl dancing. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Sadly not. It is difficult to find footage of that.]] agoodidstraction: Do me do me ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Next time, Wheeljack.]] Shockbox: *he looks around. perhaps he should just stick to the people he usually sits with in this new location?* Windchill: *He's going to sit down...somewhere.* Ratchet: We should get more--PROWL. Ratchet: *POINTS* FakeProwl: *and it's his dancing alternate again. pokerfaces.* Ratchet: That's MY Prowl! FakeProwl: For the record, I can't do that. Whirl: Damn right it's difficult. I don't dance. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Noted.]] Whirl: And, you DO realize telling me never to challenge you is going to be taken as a challenge? Shockwave: ((u sure abt that whirl)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shockbox may sit anywhere he pleases.* Whirl: ((he is 1000% lying)) Shockwave: *...is that him* agoodidstraction: ?? Whirl: HA Shockbox: (( oh holy *** i've never seen a tfp shockwave model. )) FakeProwl: *oh hey it's his other boyfriend. will just ignore the shockwave next to him.* agoodidstraction: My mommy and daddy sure are good at dancing Shockwave: ((THE RARE TFP SHOCKWAVE DANCE)) Whirl: Not too shabby. Shockbox: (( can someone send me the link to that video so i can...watch it a million times over later?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Might be wavering slightly on the spot. It is difficult not to join himself.* Whirl: Also... *will bob his head a Windchill; he is at a able with Airachnid. He is welcome to join, as well as any of the Usual Crowd* silentsoundy: --...-- Whirl: I'm gonna need more booze before the night's done though. Ratchet: How come I've never seen you dance, Hot Wheels? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings, alternate. Seat yourself.]] Ratchet: *OR HAS HE mun can't remember* Shockbox: *he's staring at the screen, his head tilted. the snack bowl is cluched close to his abdomen.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is a rare privilege.]] agoodidstraction: Whirl Whirl: Wheeljack. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pings Prowl. Would he like to take the opposite end of the booth?* silentsoundy: --greetings.  He won't be staying long, but he thanks you-- FakeProwl: *depends. how many shockwaves are over there.* Whirl: *actually kinda enjoys this, it's energetic without being a lot of SUGGESTIVE GYRATING* Shockbox: *this is... a bit hypnotic....* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Just the one, as far as he knows.* Whirl: *he'd much rather watch this* agoodidstraction: Wanna smoke with me? Shockbox: *yes, mine hasn't joined /yet/* Shockbox: *he was planning to, though.* Whirl: ........is that a joke. Cos, mech. I ain't in the mood. FakeProwl: *hmm. only one shockwave so far. but the other one is lurking around. and the problem with a booth is you can get boxed in and be unable to escape.* Whirl: 9(rip in pieces me, my bottle of whiskey is frozen shut)) agoodidstraction: Aw, c'mon FakeProwl: *negative ping. this time, he will sit with ratchet* Windchill: (( Omg not this one. )) Shockwave: *is just petting a birb and wondering how many times soundwave must have watched this if he knows it well enough to want to jump in* Airachnid: rip..)) Whirl: *swivels his helm around to stare at Wheeljack so he doesn't have to see this* No, seriously. How do you reckon I am gona smoke. Starscream: (( :( )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Acknowledging ping.* Shockwave: ((very fitting and in character)) Shockbox: (( so much so. )) Whirl: ((HAHA I FORCED IT OPEN)) agoodidstraction: We could figure it out together ItsyBitsySpyers: *Many, many times.* Windchill: (( SO STRONK )) Whirl: ((the stronkest)) Whirl: I'd rather drink, but if you leave a cigar at the table, I'll TRY. Maybe. Bruin: *what a time to arrive, they'll just find an empty booth to pile in* Shockbox: *even if this is not /his/ lord megatron, he still finds this display...somewhat disrespectful.* Starscream: I wish I could find my Megatron doing this ItsyBitsySpyers: *Megatron is enjoying himself. What is disrespectful about that?* Starscream: Blackmail Shockwave: *i mean its canon he likes MLP so* Airachnid: you saying you have whiskey made me want to get my vodka rip)) Starscream: ((really)) agoodidstraction: Fine Shockbox: *i consider the shorts to be an alernate timeline that originated from g1* FakeProwl: ((anybody who shows off his MLP fanart on the bridge of his warship cannot be shamed by dancing to jpop)) Shockbox: *due to a certain reference in one of them.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((they're actually canon to slendy's timeline. :) )) Shockwave: ((yeah i know hahah but FRANK WELKER VOICE ACTED IT)) Whirl: ((huehuehue airachnid)) Highgloss: Dear Unicron. Starscream: ((I will have to find this one day)) FakeProwl: ((after megatron died starscream had to clean out his weird self-insert pony paintings...)) FakeProwl: ((it was mildly traumatic)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings, Doctor.]] silentsoundy: --he passes along a small container of silver to his Alternate then takes his leave-- Whirl: *he will hop up and approach the bar--is Ravage keeping it? He wants some of dat GAUGEBUSTER. In a huge glass* Shockbox: (( /rubs chin thoughtfully )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave gives his alternate a bow. He'll be in contact.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage is at the bar. State what you want and pay up.* Shockbox: (( shockbox still takes his lord megatron overly seriously. not serious enough to be disgusted, but enough to not be thrilled at such a thing. )) agoodidstraction: Wow Shockbox: (( the dancing, i mean. )) Whirl: Gimme the tallest Gaugebuster you got. I've got Shanix if that's what you guys use in this dimension. Windchill: *DIVES IN to steal Whirl's seat, like a vulture.* Whirl: *WHAT A VULTURE* Ratchet: Hey, Hh--Ssssoundwave. Soundwave is there high grade. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Barter.= Infinite: This video messes me up ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave points over to Ravage at the bar.* Infinite: On a cosmic level Whirl: Well, whaddya want? ItsyBitsySpyers: =What do you have?= Whirl: I've got... hmm, no tinsel. Some filtered engex... *tilts his head as he goes over his subspace inventory* Shockbox: *aright, he's ready to join his alternate at the table now.* Shockwave: ((ravage: gimme the good *** *snorts tinsel*)) Windchill: *Sell him Windchill.* Ratchet: [[ does ravage still owe ratchet for tinsel i cannot remember ]] Whirl: ((THAT WAS CUTE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i think he does. go get some booze)) Shockbox: *is his alternate capable of recieving him at the table?* Starscream: Well... that was interesting ItsyBitsySpyers: [[All right. It is time.]] Whirl: *pulls out a sealed cube of filtered engex--think medium-quality vodka* Whatever this'll get me. Infinite: history Infinite: ah yes Ratchet: *hop skips over to the bar* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage smells it. Hmm. All right. Under the bar it goes. Please hold while he mixes a Gaugebuster cube as big as his helm.* Ratchet: Heya, Whirl. Heyyyy, kitty. Highgloss: This was a good day until it wasn't. Airachnid: Well that's not unusual, Smokescreen messing something up. Whirl: *he will happily wait* ,,,are you already drunk, Ratchet? Infinite: survey says ItsyBitsySpyers: *Smokescreen yells "I LOVE this tape!" in the background.* Infinite: smokescreen Whirl: You seem pretty... loosey-goosey. And don't think I missed all those "Hot Wheels" either. Ratchet: [[ i completely forgot what smokescreen's voice sounds like i always just hear patters ]] Ratchet: Yep! Airachnid: same)) Whirl: Nice, mech. *nods approvingly* Shockwave: ((it literally extends into his crotch. alpha trion, why)) ItsyBitsySpyers: =Order?= Ravage asks as he passes over Whirl's. Infinite: Transformers Prime: Knockout unearths Smokescreen's hidden treasures Ratchet: *finger guns at Whirl* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Too bad he didn't find no brains.// Ratchet: You got some of that spicy stuff? Airachnid: [chuckling] Ratchet: *@ravage of course. not whirl.* Infinite: hhwhat ItsyBitsySpyers: =What is your offer?= Shockbox: *alright, he's officially joined the other shockwave.* Windchill: (( You know Whirl's got some of that spicy stuff. )) Ratchet: Two loads'a tinsel I already gave you. Shockbox: *he looks to chimera, assuming chimera is still there.* Infinite: turned out his lights is an awfully nice way of saying invasice surgery ItsyBitsySpyers: *Huff. He thought he could get away with cheating the medic. Fiiiiiine. One huge cube coming up.* boomtank: -just gonna wander in now- Ratchet: *GOOD* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera is still there! They've settled into a nice closed-optic half-nap.* Starscream: Fragging medics Infinite: we get it ko we get it Windchill: That's...weird. Whirl: ((the spiciest B) )) FakeProwl: *look at Knock Out, being the first and only person to experiment with how the phase shifter actually works.* Whirl: *snickers* FakeProwl: *it's about time somebody did.* boomtank: ....that looked uncomfortable Whirl: Ratchet... *takes his cube in one claw and pats the mech with the other* Rock on. Shockwave: *nods curtly to his alternate and gestures down to the bird* This is Chimera. *...actually speaking somewhat quietly. is he trying not to distrub the beb, or being a courteous audience member?* Ratchet: Hehehe. You got it, friendo. Airachnid: Ew. Windchill: *Blinks, aghast.* Infinite: eheheheh Infinite: AHAHHAHAh Infinite: ...heh ItsyBitsySpyers: //...You okay there?// FakeProwl: ((friendo)) Whirl: *now returns to his--Windchill took his seat. He will sit next to Airachnid, tip his chain back, and maneuver his feet into Windchill's lap* Infinite: // love that Starscream laugh Ratchet: [[ a level below friendaroonie ]] Windchill: *He was hoping for a fight, but it seems he'll have to settle.* Windchill: Take a selfie with me, bro. Airachnid: At this moment, I pity Megatron. For being inside Smokescreen's helm. Shockwave: ((oh thats right this is the ep where i got really excited about Star Being Back and then ....... yeeeah)) Whirl: A whattie? Shockbox: *he nods back, his helm directed towards the strange creature. * One of Soundwave's, yes? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Agreed.]] FakeProwl: ((how do you evolve into a friendaroonie)) Shockwave: Indeed. Windchill: A selfie. FakeProwl: ((... why did i ask. obviously you max out friendship.)) Ratchet: [[ obviously ]] Shockbox: *is clearly resisting the urge to give pats.* Shockbox: Intriguing. Windchill: It's where we take pictures of ourselves. Whirl: *holds the cube under his helm, hunkering over his cube like some kind of horrid goblin* Whirl: Oh. Sure, if you wanna. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera flicks a wing and turns to look up at their Creator. Is Creator talking about them?* Highgloss: This could have happened to anyone. Whirl: ((the seatblert)) Ratchet: *so about that giant cube of spicy stuff. has that been served* Infinite: combative pushing Windchill: *Giggles. Sorry, KO.* boomtank: Wouldn't that have killed him? Infinite: my favorite Infinite: aggressive FakeProwl: *you know what Prowl has been doing for the last few minutes? he's been watching Ratchet get drinks. that's a WAY better show than what recently ended in the show.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Smokescreen dissolves into laughter at his booth.* Airachnid: [she still can't believe that Smokescreen actually did this and was actually smart] Windchill: *He's mostly recovered, now.* boomtank: I mean, he now has a wall in his insides FakeProwl: *wow. look at that bargaining going on. yep.* Windchill: Okay, let's do it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Negative. The wall matter was shifted away.]] Whirl: *SNRKS* Shockwave: *pats Chimera on the helm. look, theres an alternate here who wishes to also pet you* Infinite: wwwhhhAT Whirl: *uncurls a bit, looking up expectantly. Tell him where to put his head, Windchill, and he shall* boomtank: Huh. Okay, makes...sense? Kinda? Windchill: *Hold on, he has to dig his datapad out of subspace.* Windchill: *Maybe he'll put his head in YOUR space.* Shockbox: *he's sort of half paying attention to the documentary, but this personal interaction is of great interest to him too.* boomtank: ...... Whirl: *he'll bonk his head right up against Windchill's if he does that. AS IF HE'D GET SHOWN UP* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera whistles a greeting to the Also Creator.* boomtank: Smokescreen... Airachnid: [Smokescreen voice] YOLO -jumps off Nemesis)) boomtank: Did you seriously...? Windchill: *HE SHOVES HIS HEAD INTO WHIRL'S PERSONAL SPACE.* Infinite: *saws vigorously on violin* ItsyBitsySpyers: "Yep!" Bruin: Oh thats unfortunate Whirl: ...*snickers at Airachnid. if you want a moment of Whirl "smiling" you've got your perfect opportunity* Infinite: *points* Infinite: that right there, Shockbox: *he stares at chimera, his helm tilting.* Starscream: How can he not tell them apart? Infinite: history worth recording Infinite: "Flyers, I need FLYERS!" Shockbox: *then, his voice even softer,* Greetings. Airachnid: [oh. that's actually somewhat precious] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pleased puff!* ItsyBitsySpyers: <<Greetings, Creator!>> ItsyBitsySpyers: <<Chimera is functional.>> Whirl: ((omfg)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Owch.// Windchill: *Takes picture mid-gasp.* Ratchet: *right okay back to wherever Prowl's sitting with the big cube of spice* Buzzstrike: ...poor Vehicon :( Windchill: *Now his stupid face has been preserved forever.* FakeProwl: *turns back to the show, nods to Ratchet* Shockbox: I am not your, ah- *he looks to his alternate for some help.* Whirl: *there we go; Leans back again and takes a sip of his drink* What didja need one of those for? Windchill: Because I wanted it. Ratchet: *nods* Windchill: *He's going to examine the selfie for blinking and/or photobombers.* Infinite: nYYep nyip Whirl: *nods; this seems satisfactory* ... *did Wheeljack leave him a cy-gar lie he said he woud* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera tilts their helm and hops on their birdy legs a few times. What? Of course he is.* Starscream: Monsters Ratchet: *and then, tips his cube back and chugs half of it* Windchill: *But the only flaw is his stupid face.* Shockwave: *inclines helm* Chimera's recognition protocols do not distinguish between alternates. *and explaining doesn't help* Whirl: ((*** chimera 2 CUTE. STAHP)) agoodidstraction: Uhhh Windchill: *He taps the datapad, smirking.* That's a memory to cherish, that. agoodidstraction: *yes he did* boomtank: Trap Infinite: Starscream, show us your- Windchill: *And now you can't get it back, either.* Shockbox: I see. *he returns to chimera, but continues to speak to his alternate.* And it was you who created Chimera? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A clever one at that.]] boomtank: Yup Infinite: and he is also running, in the place Whirl: *sets his cube down momentarily and plucks up the cy-gar* Well. Let me know next time you want one, mech. ... @Windchill: And send me a copy? Airachnid: Oh look, my alternate. Windchill: @Whirl: A copy of this one? Whirl: *then he's gonna just. Shove the cy-gar directly into one of the triangular vents sticking up out of his shoulder* boomtank: Nah. You think? Whirl: @Windchill: Yep. The one you just did. *the vent slats pinch it a bit, and Whirl inhales deeply... and then exhales smoke out of the other shoulder. It looks Weird as Hell* Airachnid: [she's just, going to stare at Whirl for a moment] agoodidstraction: *stares* Shockbox: (( i love how he just sort of struts out. )) agoodidstraction: There, see. Ya did it Whirl: ((OMFG HAHAHA)) Windchill: *He thinks Whirl is starting to look a little more like Satan with every passing moment, but nods.* Windchill: (( I love this episode. )) FakeProwl: *grudging acknowledgment of the intelligence behind Starscream's plan. Cobbled all this together from meager resources.* Shockwave: *slight helm shake. no, not him* Another incarnation, since... removed from the equation. *wont speak of it in terms that might upset the construct* FakeProwl: *but of course he stopped to boast.* Whirl: *inhales again, deeply, and holds it* Hmm. Not bad, Wheeljack. Can't taste it, but I can... I can feel it. Y'know? Cold and heavy. *taps his chest idly* Nice. ItsyBitsySpyers: *It's what makes him hard to put down for long.* Whirl: *the exhales again* Airachnid: [she's never seen someone without a facial intake smoke] Ratchet: Hoo. That's an angry Optimus. agoodidstraction: It's good stuff Infinite: they just look at each other like Whirl: You weren't joking! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera doesn't know what Shockwave means, so all is well for now.* Infinite: "..." agoodidstraction: Hahahaha Shockbox: *he places a hand on top of his chest in a gesture of complementation.* Whirl: ((it...... doesn't have any side effects that a normal cigar wouldn;'t, does it. it's not cyber weed is it)) Shockbox: (( *holds boob thoughtfully*)) Shockwave: (love this entire scene why did patch immediately ruin this)) Starscream: someone shoot him, he's almost as bad as my Megatron agoodidstraction: ((it's wheeljack it is always cyber weed hahahaha)) boomtank: Isn't Knock Out the only medic? Windchill: *Windchill frowns in DISAPPROVAL of this new habit wafting about, and unspools a hardline cable from his wrist to connect to his datapad.* Whirl: ((I  SHOULD HAVE ASKED THIS BEFORE HE SMOKED IT RIP ME)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You are too late, Starscream. Ours is very dead.]] Windchill: (( U DEAD )) FakeProwl: ((I do like how fvcked up and dark Patch is, but god. let Starscream have more badass competent moments.)) Whirl: *is gonna alternate sipping his delicious drink and taking a drag of his cy-gar* agoodidstraction: ((RIP)) Airachnid: The one in my universe is alive. But, at least mine is tolerable. Starscream: I'm alive, obviously Whirl: Unfortunately. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And yes. Knock Out was our main medic.]] Whirl: ((PROWL R U LOOKIN)) Whirl: (U WATCHNG KO LIMBER UP)) Starscream: excuse me! ItsyBitsySpyers: *SUDDEN THOUGHT. Pings Prowl like hell* FakeProwl: ((HE'S WATCHING)) Whirl: Oops. Did I say that out loud? Snickers and takes another sip* FakeProwl: *what? what's the ping f-- oh. oh.* Shockbox: Chimera... *He raises his hand for the other to see.* ...Would you enjoy a, ah. Windchill: *NOW he can transfer the glorious SELFIE and send it to Whirl.* boomtank: Then why would you leave him in the wall? FakeProwl: *thanks for the warning. stands. heads to the door. he's gonna get some fresh air.* Whirl: ((come smoke some of my cybe weed prowl. it'll chill u out)) Shockbox: *completely trails off. how does he word this.* FakeProwl: ((no. it came from a jerk.)) Starscream: *Starscream is going to look away, too similar to what he has endured in the past* Ratchet: [[ have some spicy energon prowl it's good stuff ]] Shockwave: *waits expectantly, watching alternate* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Company needed? Rumble can keep. Whirl: ! *he will save the image. Quietly. Privately. Nobody will have any knowledge of his sentimentality* Windchill: (( Everyone here is a JERK except Chimera and Zori so.)) Ratchet: [[ get DRUNK ]] Whirl: ((they are Angels)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Just tell me when it's over.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera chirps and watches the hand.* Whirl: *speaking of minicons... Whirl perks up and looks for the twins; where is his Usual Crowd?* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: Acknowledged. Windchill: (( They are perfection. )) boomtank: ...What... Airachnid: This is just... embarassing. Infinite: I am the Megatron of Christmas past Shockwave: *the less he has to watch star gyrate the better* FakeProwl: *hm. he's never actually seen the outside of Soundwave's club before.* Whirl: ...*wow this is familiar to him too; luckily his inner mental sanctum wasn't QUITE as embarrassing* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((Please everyone take note of the fact that Starscream's Happy Safe Mental Place has just disappeared.)) Infinite: Ebonezer Starscream, repent from your foul ways FakeProwl: ((*takes serious note*)) Whirl: ...*drinks more* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble bounces up onto wherever Whirl is sitting. Frenzy is... somewhere.* boomtank: -don't mind Blaster going back to his data pad- Windchill: *He's barely paying attention.* Whirl: *will happily bob his head to Rumble* Hey, mech. Wanna sip? *wiggles the cube mischeivously* boomtank: -this makes him uncomfortable- Shockbox: ....A copious amount of stroking upon your back? *oh god he's bad at these things. he can only hope chimera gets what he means.* Whirl: ((they broke out the big chops for this animation)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *The outside of the buliding has no windows and is relatively unmarked save for the sign over the door. Canyon not far off, a storage shed and a huge, HUGE complex of minicon housing out back* Infinite: And the Megatron of Christmas present ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble eyes the cube and snorts.* //What, ya think I can't recognize our own stuff?// ItsyBitsySpyers: < Whirl: Hey, *I* chugged it with a sense of taste. *pauses to inhale, then exhale; vapors curl from his opposite shoulder* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((hm it's eating my chimera marks)) Whirl: ((livestream as ur master I command you to STOP)) ItsyBitsySpyers: >>Pets? Yes please!<< Shockbox: (( oh noes. )) Windchill: Whirl's trying to give you his cooties, Rumble. Whirl: ((i drank all my whiskey... bottle is empty0) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hop hop hop lower head chirp* Bruin: *isnt sure whether to laugh at starscream or leave, so he's just sitting very still, occasionally twitching* Whirl: *nods solemnly* I am. ItsyBitsySpyers: //I got plenty of my own cooties.// He snickers. Windchill: *He knows, he has done the same.* boomtank: Not really, with Megatron Starscream: I need a drink Airachnid: You tried of offline him several times Starscream... boomtank: )) Shockbox: *barely visible, but still visible relief. * ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave points Starscream to the bar.* FakeProwl: *alright, he's looked around all he cares to. he's found an interesting bit of ground to sit on. he'll wait here.* Shockwave: *hands settle casually on the table. not enough birb for two to pet* Shockbox: *curious pets.* boomtank: ((Blaster did not say that, he's still trying to ignore this with reading ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh! Birb can fix that.* Windchill: *WHAT NOW?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera hops back out of reach and - EXPLODES. Then reforms as a feline.* Shockbox: *straightens up in surprise.* Whirl: Well. *tips the cube in a mock-toast* Offer still stands. *looks to Airachnid* You want some? This stuff's hot enough to strip your fuel upmp. ItsyBitsySpyers: *There. Now there is plenty of cat back to pat.* Shockwave: *does not react like this is strange* Whirl: *pump Buzzstrike: o.o Infinite: "Starscream, you're an idiot" the epic poem Infinite: elogy? whatever they're called Airachnid: [puts her hand servo up] No thank you, I do not drink high grade. Shockwave: *scritches kitty hindquarters* Shockbox: .......This is a common occurence, I suppose? *he's going to keep petting despite his surprise. is growing ever more curious.* Whirl: *nods* More for me, then! *pours a great deal into his intake and then tips his head back, heron-like, to swlalow* ItsyBitsySpyers: //I thought eulogy was sayin' a buncha nice lies about dead mechs.// Windchill: He's going to wait for Whirl to finish and THEN elbow him.* Shockwave: Chimera's physiology is unique. Whirl: This is probably the nicest stuff anyone could say about THIS guy. *snrks--and then looks to Windchill, tilting his head quizzically* ItsyBitsySpyers: <<Chimera has three modes! Chimera does not want to change now.>> Windchill: More pictures. *Shoves the datapad in his FACE.* Infinite: yess drag starscream Whirl: Now? *deep drag on his cygarette* Shockbox: An avian, a feline....*He gets behind the ear, his handless arm gently rubbing against the other side of the head.* ....and the third? Shockbox: *whether his alternate or chimera themself responded, it did not matter.* Windchill: Don't be silly, I'm not in it. *He's holding it too close, FORGIVE.* FakeProwl: ((*long sigh* I could write an essay about this episode)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Content rumbling.* <<Chimera is snake.>> FakeProwl: ((i'm pretty sure i HAVE written essays about this episode)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((if you ever do, i wanna read it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((...i think you did)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((but. if you ever write more.)) Shockwave: ((theres plenty of essays about this episode tbh)) Windchill: Look at THIS picture. *You really should, it's EGG.* My progeny. FakeProwl: ((starscream ur a shiit and a dick but u deserve better)) FakeProwl: ((all the same ur torture is fascinating)) Shockwave: ((i love the patch itself)) Shockbox: /hm/. *he's clearly interested.* Whirl: *pushes his face against it* ...! Is that...? *looks to Windchill questioningly* Whirl: Do you know what it's gonna be yet? As far as alt-mode goes? Can you tell that sort of thing before it hatches? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave once again hoping nobody will pay attention to the bad parts of the patch* Whirl: ((how dare u show whirl a baby when he's drunk and getting high)) Bruin: *twitching* Windchill: (( AHAHAHA. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak sees Bruin twitching. She'll go perch on whatever furniture he's chosen for a seat* ItsyBitsySpyers: *No one is in danger while they are in Soundwave's presence.* Shockbox: *usually these streams are the best for their educational value.* Windchill: No...I just know it's alive. Whirl: Neat. *he's being enthusiastic. He leans to the side and elbows first Rumble, then Airachnid* Look! An egg. Shockbox: *but he's not paying much attention to it, for once. * Airachnid: [glances at the picture for a moment and then goes back to watching the screen] FakeProwl: *querying ping @soundwave. is the patch STILL going?* boomtank: -He's ignoring the patch all together- Windchill: *Look at this dark almond shaped catastrophe.* Shockwave: *petting small beings can do that to a mech* Airachnid: [though Whirl smoking made her want to pull out one of her own cygs] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave confirms and provides details of what's been happening in the outside-the-patch land* Bruin: *oh hello birrb, spotter'ss not here so Lazer beak can perch on the head if she wants* Airachnid: [she lights one and takes a drag] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble snorts and looks at the picture.* Whirl: *takes another deep drag; he started this in a bad mood but man. He' Whirl: s feeling much better. Must be the booze* Whirl: Any idea when it'll hatch? Shockbox: (( i just realized....shockbox barely goes up to alder's knee and they're sitting at the same table.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Fliers don't lay eggs, mech. That's jus' - holy frag, it IS an egg.// Shockbox: (( shockbox is sitting on top of the table, maybe? )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak perches on Bruin's helm instead then. A good fine spot. Take that, Spotter.* Windchill: (( Maybe it's just a poop, we don't know. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Patch ended.) FakeProwl: *that's a very long period to focus on the patch* Shockwave: ((...a good concern)) FakeProwl: *acknowledging ping, heads back in* Airachnid: I'm waiting for this to go sour. Airachnid: Never mess with sparktwins. Windchill: Not really. These things take time. A lot of it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Damn straight.// FakeProwl: @Soundwave «They spent an entire episode on that? Was it shadowplay or interrogation?» Whirl: *SNICKERS* THAT flier does. Bruin: *nice. Birb on head is a good distraction* Shockwave: *has observed that Prowl never remains in the room when certain things are on screen* Windchill: What?! Whirl: Well, let me know when it does, mech. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Intense interrogation, emotional control. Shockbox: (( he could be sitting, chimera's head overtaking his entire lap. that'd be cute. )) Whirl: Well, okay, you didn't LAY the egg, right? You helped make it though. Shockwave: ((omg....)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Psychological torture?» Windchill: Yeah, I did the fun part. *He subspaces the datapad, that's probably enough for one night.* I' Windchill: ll let you know. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Not worst example known. Confirmed regardless. Whirl: *nods cheerfully* Shockbox: *is such a smallwave.* Whirl: *VERY good mood. It's getting better by the second* Shockwave: *the smollestwave he's met, certainly* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «It doesn't have to be the worst psychological torture ever to qualify.» Windchill: (( LAY OFF THE ROBOWEED WHIRL. )) Whirl: ((HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW OK)) Whirl: ((NOBODY WARNED HIM)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *...He just said it qualified. He is confused by what sounded like a correction.* Windchill: (( How many people are getting it secondhand from being in his general vicinity, THAT is the question. )) FakeProwl: *it was the way he downplayed it before he confirmed it* Whirl: ((ariachnid is in The Dank Zone probably. Maybe Rumble* FakeProwl: *"not worst example known" was an irrelevant addendum.* Shockbox: *ah, boxyverse. where everybody is a smol.* Whirl: *looks to Rumble* So do any of YOU guys lay eggs? You said fliers don't, ina  way that seemed to ply others DO. Whirl: *imply Bruin: *soundwave will be happy to know Bruin brought his own snacks rather than eating servingwear this time* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He thought it relevant since he's the one who did the worst* Infinite: dreadwing as an autobot... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chimera is in power conservation mode now.* Starscream: Fliers in my verse can, it depends who they mate with Shockbox: (( they do have mechanisms for changing one's size in that universe. perhaps i should bring that into these streams at some point.)) Infinite: the thought kills me that it could have happened, every day Bruin: *he's eating a long cable like a twizzler* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And Soundwave IS happy about that* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Nah. No eggs here. Jus' wildlife maybe.// FakeProwl: *ratchet appears to have gone home. hmm. sit alone?* Whirl: *glances to Starscream and... just nods. Wow. Did they just have a cordial moment?* Whirl: *DID THEY JUST... INTERACT POLITELY??? Cyberweed is a hell of a drug* Shockbox: *casually resting his hand on Chimera's head. he's focused on the documentary again.* FakeProwl: *... walks up to bruin. waits quietly to see if he'll be invited to sit with.* Airachnid: The green Autobot sure is a dim one isn't he? Whirl: Hmm. *duly noted* Yeah. He's kinda... he's clearly a FIGHTER, not a thinker. boomtank: ... Shockwave: *please. as if all of them werent war criminals by the time this ended* Whirl: But, he's damn good at fighting. Shockwave: *autobot hypocrisy at its finest* Windchill: *Rolls his eyes a little.* Airachnid: [rolls her optics] Bruin: *oh, he'll just gesture to the other end of the booth* Plenty of room if ya want Airachnid: Optimus Prime, the great communicator. Whirl: *takes another long, long drag. And another long, long drink* FakeProwl: *nods; sits with.* Shockwave: ((such short lived happiness lmao)) boomtank: ....-sighs- Windchill: Good grief. Whirl: Anyway. Eggs makes a lot of sense, if you think about it. Whirl: ...*realizes he's somewhat lost the thread of the show* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave shakes his helm. He knows what's coming up and he disagrees with it mightily.* Windchill: *Snorts.* Whirl: ... Whirl: Oh, damn. Is Starscream about to die? *perks up* Windchill: Ohhhh my god. Whirl: Well, damn. Whirl: *waves a claw at the screen* What can I say? Decepticons. Shockwave: *in fairness, dreadwing -also- betrayed them at this point, but he cannot bring himself to disagree* Airachnid: I would welcome that sight. Starscream: *not looking* Windchill: *Shrugs.* Infinite: :'( Bruin: Thats a shame Airachnid: Oh, I wish he offlined him. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small plating flare. A waste of a good Decepticon.* Starscream: What????? Whirl: *snickers at Airachnid* boomtank: ...that would be Megatron Shockwave: I cannot believe this bumbling was actually successful. Shockbox: *ah, bickering.* Windchill: Um. Whirl: PFFT. Airachnid: Ah, so brilliant. Shockwave: *long-suffering vent* Whirl: Also typical Decepticons. *mock-toasts the screen* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Neither can he. And yet it was.]] boomtank: Oh...wow... FakeProwl: ((the best part is how they immediately get self-congratulatory.)) Windchill: NOOOOOOOOO really? FakeProwl: (("ah yes we're SO smart.")) Shockwave: *scoffs at 'magic'* Windchill: *He can only writhe so much without dislodging Whirl's feet but HE' Windchill: S GIVING IT ALL HE'S GOT.* FakeProwl: ... I'm sorry, did they say they hammered their bridge into a far more powerful upgrade. FakeProwl: They whacked it into a higher technology. boomtank: Yup Starscream: ((like the sims)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The Forge of Solus Prime can be used to create anything the wielder has the knowledge to recreate.]] Windchill: Hey, sometimes you have to beat the scrap out of things. Buzzstrike: Percussive maintenance at its best Windchill: Some people think it makes us stronger. FakeProwl: ... How. Infinite: stupid huge sword Windchill: Builds CHARACTER. Windchill: ... Windchill: What's he compensating for? FakeProwl: Also, you're telling me that your Optimus knows how to build space bridges and forge mountain-splitting blades? boomtank: No idea Airachnid: Watch that ideology fade quickly. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. Our Optimus knows nothing. He is dead.]] boomtank: Hmn? Whirl: *takes one last, long inhale and then reaches up to pluck the spent cy-gar from his vent and set it on the table. Whirl has sunk down into his seat* Infinite: same Whirl: *he is one contented helicopter. His engine is making a very faitn purring noise* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[But he did know. Perhaps the information was held within the Matrix. He did not have the opportunity to ask.]] boomtank: I think most timelines are down an Optimus Starscream: language Shockwave: ((speaking of essays i wrote an essay about this scene)) Shockbox: (( is this the part where they use the bomb.)) FakeProwl: *waves off the nitpicking over tenses.* So he didn't have to know himself—just be connected to a sufficiently knowledgable database? Shockwave: ((and how the cinematography paints the autobots as bad guy aggressors murdering everyone)) Airachnid: Well he does have a chronic case of self-mayrterdom. Whirl: ((lord. "THE DECPTICONS MIGHT USE THE ENERGON HARVESTER AS A WEAPON!! IT'S SO BAD!!! but we can do it)) Whirl: ((it's ok if we do it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Most likely.]] Windchill: *Puts his gross yaoi hands on Whirl's feet and waits to see if it's noticed.* Windchill: (( :') )) Whirl: *if he notices, he does't seem to mind* FakeProwl: So, conceivably, somebody with a grafted-on Prime's arm and a mental uplink to a datanet with a wide variety of instructional tutorials could whack anything into existence. boomtank: He does. It's annoying. Whirl: Pfft. Sunds BORING, prowl. Windchill: I can whack things into existence. Whirl: Useful, but boring. Building things is SUPPOSED to take time. Time, and pride. And... *waves a claw, vaguely* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No.]] Infinite: sword makes gun sounds Windchill: *Case in point: egg.* Whirl: FINESSE. And... and CRAFTSMANSHIP. ...*looks to Windchill* Your Junxy doesn't count. Shockbox: *is this a battle, or a slaughtering?* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The Forge is not unlimited. Most have been drained or destroyed.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[But that is for another night.]] Shockwave: ((i never noticed how much the same like 3 sounds effects get reused)) Windchill: I daresay I used some finesse on him, though. FakeProwl: Hmm. So they could create anything, but no everything, before running out of power? Whirl: *exaggerated gagging noise* FakeProwl: Are they rechargeable? Windchill: *You're welcome.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does not know. Solus Prime has been dead eons.]] boomtank: Wait Shockwave: ((your heroes, everyone)) boomtank: What Whirl: ((i tried to like you, smokescreen)) Starscream: that's... horrible Infinite: spark extractor, all powerful artifact, Shockbox: *oh, hey, look. hypocrisy.* Infinite: kills a whole buncha vehicons boomtank: ....... Airachnid: [welcome to the Autobots] Whirl: I will never become aroused again, because of what you just said. So thanks a lot, Windchill. FakeProwl: ... Have you ever met a Solus Prime? Shockbox: (( all decepticons in the chat room are just *instantly smug* )) Windchill: (( I wouldn't have much a problem with them using it if it weren't for the hypocrisy. )) Whirl: ((as if they're any better tho LOL)) Whirl: ((right after the ep where we watched them psycholoigcally torture one of their own :) )) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...In a sense.]] Shockwave: *but that isnt painted as good and right)) Windchill: (( Conclusion: everyone is poo. )) Starscream: At least we don't pretend we're above such tactics Whirl: ((point--and yes, everyone is poo)) FakeProwl: ((the Decepticons sure think they did the right thing there. ... except starscream. he probably didn't enjoy it.)) boomtank: Did they seriously just flatten the sparks of all those there? Airachnid: Yes. Whirl: Pfft, did *I* ever claim to be? I ran with the Wreckers, mech. Ain't NONE of us pretended we were saints. Windchill: I'll remember you said that, Whirl. FakeProwl: ((in fact i'm gonna go out on a limb and say starscream definitely didn't enjoy it.)) Whirl: I'd use a spark extractor in a second. Whirl: *ALMOST DID ACTUALY. ...ON SOMEONE HE WANTED TO HELP THO. IT'S COMPLICATED* Starscream: You're supposed to be the exception Shockwave: *a small pulse of appreciation for his native soundwave. different universe, still basically the most competent person around* Windchill: An exception sanctioned by the rest of the Autobots. Whirl: Who, me? Whirl: Pfft. Starscream: yes, you Whirl: I'm not the worst Autobot to ever live, but I'm not the best, either. Starscream: you look like one of the worst Shockbox: *soundwaves are most usually very fine specimens, yes.* Infinite: let the little squirts bite it boomtank: .... Infinite: they only last like what? 80 yrs anyway Windchill: NO. Windchill: *They're just baby humans how dare you.* Shockbox: (( only a few more episodes until season 3? )) Infinite: Weighing consequences is part of my job ItsyBitsySpyers: ((this is the last one tonight and next week is S3 beginning)) Windchill: *He just gives her a vaguely horrified look, some of it may be feigned.* Whirl: And you... look like a twig. I rest my case. Shockbox: (( yes.....good....)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And he will not hear lectures about these three humans. They became combatants when they interfered with the war and terminated Decepticons.]] Shockwave: ((then my BOYFRIENDS BACK HES GONNA SAVE MY REPUTATION HEY NA HEY NA MY SHOCKWAVES BACK)) Whirl: Besides, the worst Autobot was Tyrest . ***. Infinite: three humans over a 'con controlled Cybertron? I'm cool with that ItsyBitsySpyers: *Since apparently someone had a problem with him threatening them in the past* Infinite: (( LOL )) Whirl: I hate that guy. D'you know he wore A CAPE? ugh. Windchill: So did Alpha Trion. Airachnid: I told you the "Stop Megatron at all costs" ideology wouldn't last long. Whirl: I only wish I'd been there to see him die. But no, I was off buggering about Luna-1. boomtank: Prime boomtank: No Shockwave: *weak and insensible* Infinite: ugh Starscream: Personally I hate my verse's Hot Shot most, but whatever Infinite: ugh worst decision ever Whirl: ((YEEE SHOCKWAVE TIUME, AND THEN.... DURGONS)) Shockwave: ((so many dagrons)) Shockbox: (( shockwave time is my favorite time. )) Shockbox: (( and in my house, it's all the time. )) Whirl: He was the WORST. And like I said--CAPE. Whirl: Tyrest almost killed half our population. Regardless of faction. boomtank: -sigh- Optimus. Seriously? Bruin: Whats 3 humns for the entire fragging planet?  That's so... Starscream: Okay, he wins boomtank: Idiotic ItsyBitsySpyers: *Blaster, stop making him agree with you. It's getting frightening.* Windchill: Um. Whirl: *nods and makes a mock-toast to Starscream in agreement* Shockwave: *if it helps, you were here first. he's the one agreeing with you* Windchill: *He just looks disgusted with everything.* boomtank: -oops?- Shockbox: *this entire end season has been pretty full of nonsense tbh.* Airachnid: [she's just smoking her cyg and staring at the ceiling] Shockwave: ((just gets worse from here)) Whirl: ((yeah this is the season that lost me)) Airachnid: [her universe Autobots are so annoying] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it gets more entertaining to me)) boomtank: -But, hey, he's been dealing with politics recently, so...- Whirl: ((prime... u hadd promise....)) Shockwave: ((well... i like some things more and hate some things more hahah)) Windchill: (( I enjoy it despite its flaws but my muse...is a boob. )) Whirl: *nudges Windchill's stommac with one foot, tilting his head qquestioningly. He's still making that low, constant engine purr* Shockbox: (( season three is actually my favorite season, but only because shockwave is in it. )) Airachnid: fun fact: I only watched season 3 to see if Smokescreen would live and to see if I would see Airachnid again)) Shockwave: ((the bad/ridic bits are moreso lets say... exaggerated)) Airachnid: and look how that turned out)) Shockbox: (( i was....too enraptured by him to thoroughly analyze the writing...)) Whirl: ((This is all new to me so I haven't see season 3)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((is prowl working on a very long 'how the heck did you meet solus' or is soundwave out of hot water on that one)) Whirl: ((but so far end of season 2, my impression is: MEDIOCREEEE)) FakeProwl: ((I missed your reply)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yo the audio is cutting out)) FakeProwl: ((lemme check for it)) Infinite: *fins perk up at the mention of politics* Whirl: ((paused. was the audio messin for anyoe else?)) Airachnid: yeah it was for me)) Shockwave: ((i hate Deus Ex Machina Trump Card Optimus)) Starscream: ((yeh)) Shockbox: (( yeah it's lagging bad. )) Shockwave: ((and yes it stuttered for me)) Windchill: (( I'm having some intermittent troubles. )) Bruin: ((yep super choppy)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((can you rewind a minute or two?)) boomtank: ow)) FakeProwl: *"in a sense" means "yes"* Do you have Solus's contact information? Whirl: ((sorry my dudes. it's probably my connection, my computer's not the issue...)) Whirl: ((how's it runnin?)) FakeProwl: *look Prowl doesn't care how you met. Solus knows more about how the Hammer of Make All Things Works so he's going to the source to ask questions.* FakeProwl: ((it froze here too.)) boomtank: -He's reading details of a treaty right now, actually- FakeProwl: ((i just paused/unpaused. is the video paused right now?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. He believes it is known as "The Matrix."]] Whirl: ((ok, everyone refresh. I've got it paused)) Whirl: ((gonna move my cursor around, lemme know when u see it dancing)) Windchill: (( I SEEEEE YOUUUUU. )) FakeProwl: ((i see cursor!)) Whirl: ((pet de eradicons)) Buzzstrike: it's moving! ItsyBitsySpyers: ((icu)) Shockwave: ((all good)) Whirl: ((WE ROLLIN, any good?)) FakeProwl: ... Do you have the contact information of a Solus that I don't have to hardline a Prime to talk to? boomtank: wooo)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Negative.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave points to the screen.* Whirl: *glances briefly over at Soundwave and Prowl, apparently interested in their convo* Whirl: *but he says nothing* FakeProwl: *oh well. it was worth a try.* boomtank: ...not gonna lie, but that would be useful Whirl: ((if everyone who was Matrix compatible had a "patron prime" whirl's would 10000% be solus)) Airachnid: [she's just staring at the ceiling, she can only handle so much Autobot hypocrisy in one night] FakeProwl: ... I'm sorry, now you have a LASER that can SHOOT things into existing? Shockwave: ((by our universes standards thatd make whirl a femme)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He told you of it months ago.]] agoodidstraction: *wakes up* Oops Whirl: ((he wouldn't care if folks called him a "she" he'd roll with it)) FakeProwl: I didn't realize it was a LASER. Whirl: I'm all for the fun that MAKES things. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is not a - he does not understand what it is. It is not a LASER.]] Whirl: *gun Shockwave: *the reaction manifests as visible energy. how is this so surprising* FakeProwl: Your universe has brought the art of percussive maintenance to the pinnacle of its potential. Windchill: It's some kind of magic beam. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Thank you.]] Whirl: *SNICKERS* Shockwave: It is not magic. Whirl: You guys... y'all. You fellas. Have a WEIRD dimension. FakeProwl: Do you happen to have a bomb that cyberforms cities. Whirl: Weird, I tell you. *shakes his head* boomtank: That...wow... Windchill: If it's science that I don't have an understanding or explanation for, it's magic to me. agoodidstraction: so it happened like this for a lot of timelines? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why is your first question a -bomb-?]] Airachnid: I remember the Omega Lock being used. Whirl: Nah, not at all. Shockwave: ((im skippy :'( )) Airachnid: It was quite a sight. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ye it froze/skip)) Buzzstrike: and video's locked up again Shockwave: ((its back now tho)) Smokescreen: :OO Airachnid: OK so it's not me then)) Shockbox: (( oh hey smokey. )) Smokescreen: DANGIT I MISSED THE TIME WITH ME STEALING FROM MEGS boomtank: Optimus...what... Whirl: ((running or no??)) Smokescreen: ..... oh this part FakeProwl: I was trying to imagine the next step up from "hammers" and "lasers" in terms of tools that you don't expect to spontaneously generate complex structures. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's running here)) Whirl: In our world, something called the D-Void di a bunch of stuff, there was a Deceptigod, the Matrix did something weird, and Cybertron was reborn in a primitive state. Shockbox: (( completely frozen for me. )) Whirl: I  sttill have no idea what really happened. Shockwave: ((fine for me)) Whirl: ((refresh?)) FakeProwl: ((stuttery here)) Shockwave: ((...and now the sounds out.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((n/m it froze again)) boomtank: stuttering)) Shockwave: (GDI MAKE UP UR MIND)) FakeProwl: ((and either paused or frozen)) Windchill: (( REfreshing helps a litle. My net was being a blockhead already today though. )) Buzzstrike: annnd stopped again boomtank: and out)) Whirl: ((paused. gonna rewind. Lemme know when u see my curosr)) Buzzstrike: *is maybe not meant to find out what happened while his cohort were in stasis under Darkmount* Airachnid: I see cursor but the noise is practically demonic)) Whirl: ((it should be silent and paused)) Airachnid: nvermind it chilled out)) Shockbox: (( finally un-frozen. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's still going on my end hold on)) Windchill: (( I refreshed again and now it looks normal. )) Shockwave: ((wow it only just NOW got to pause for me lmao)) FakeProwl: Allow me to rephrase my question. Shockbox: (( nope now it's paused, so kinda frozen. )) Buzzstrike: cursor is moving very skippity boomtank: wooo)) FakeProwl: Do you have any other tools that based on their outward structure and visual design would appear to be destructive but that are also unexpectedly adept at repairing or creating complex objects? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((okay cursor moving. COME ON LS it's only like 11 more minutes)) Whirl: ((u have one prowl. it's called "a Whirl")) FakeProwl: *if he's going to complain about a bomb being the example* Whirl: ((OK WE GOIN)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave looks up as if thinking about it* Whirl: ((runnin?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Points at Rumble and Frenzy?* Windchill: (( So far so good! )) Smokescreen: ............ Smokescreen: ....... this part Shockwave: ((i see bouncy cursor)) Smokescreen: oh Smokescreen: i missed- i missed a lot boomtank: Optimus. Shockbox: (( cursor is good. )) Smokescreen: optimus.... Windchill: Really. boomtank: Seriously Shockwave: ((its a heart)) FakeProwl: *snorts* I was asking more about /insentient/ ones, but very well. Whirl: ((ye :3c)) Shockbox: (( d'aw. )) Whirl: ((i've started running it on my end it should start te show proper soon)) Windchill: Oh my god. Smokescreen: ............ Smokescreen: and we're about to end for the night aren't we Smokescreen: Dangit I missed everything Airachnid: Yes you did. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[There is a little time left.]] Whirl: *shrugs* Whirl: It's not like Cybertron was doing anyone any good. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It could have.]] Shockwave: *antennae tilt backwards* Whirl: Yeah, but "could have" doesn't count for much. Smokescreen: But it would have! ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*SOBBING NOISES*)) boomtank: .... Shockbox: *if he had brows to be furrowed, they would be furrowing.* Whirl: Lotsa things "could have" been. Starscream: maybe Shockwave: ((dis ratch tho)) Shockbox: *or tiltable antennae, for that matter.* Whirl: ((JEFFREY..... COMBS!!!!)) Airachnid: [she's glad that this didn't happen in her universe] boomtank: Sorry, but I'm with Ratchet on this Airachnid: Likewise. Windchill: (( Let me know when it ends I give up. )) Airachnid: Who cares about Earth. Whirl: ((IS IT MESSING UP again??)) Shockwave: ((no its fine)) Whirl: I'd do it just to deny Megatron, personally. Starscream: ((not for me)) Smokescreen: ..... Whirl: I'd rather him have NO planets than TWO planets. Windchill: (( I think it's just me, the weather is probably knocking me out. )) Shockwave: ((best its run all night even the chats not laggy)) boomtank: And no home!? Windchill: (( I've seen this before tho. )) Whirl: Who cares about home? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He did. Many of us did.]] Whirl: Cybertron's not special. FakeProwl: *... their home is not worth the home of the humans.* Whirl: Well, you're overly-sentimental, then. agoodidstraction: My Megatron just got Earth Shockwave: *the home of the humans is not worth their home* Starscream: My Cybertron was never so damaged that any of this was necessary ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Where do you propose he lives? On Unicron's shell?]] FakeProwl: *there are more humans than Cybertronians; and humans are less likely to use a restored home as a secure base from which they can try to conquer/destroy the universe.* Starscream: Our war was mostly fought off planet Shockbox: *definitely agreeing with all these pro-cybertron vibes everybody else is giving off.* Whirl: In space. Wherever you find yourself. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He did. He tired of it.]] FakeProwl: *reluctantly agrees with Optimus's decision to hinder Cybertron's restoration in order to save Earth.* Whirl: *that's what HE did; he considers the LL his home more than anything else* FakeProwl: *has no interest in sharing that with the group.* boomtank: -is just glad his Cybertron never got that bad- ItsyBitsySpyers: *And some should not be so quick to tell him he was wrong to feel that way, as it was a deciding factor in his defection.* Whirl: It's not like Cybertron was every anything other than a rotten pit, anyway. Who cares? Windchill: Earth isn't much better, sometimes. Airachnid: [she's just glad she doesn't have to deal with this, being a truce with the Autobots and all] boomtank: I would Shockbox: (( audio cut out. )) Whirl: Not saying it is. *waves a claw* Shockwave: ((oh no audios out)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((audio died)) boomtank: ((audio went demonic Whirl: ((paused. refresh, lemme know when u see my cursor)) Buzzstrike: (mine's locked again, going to have to quit for tonight - thank you though!) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((seeya!)) Windchill: (( Goodnight! )) boomtank: g'night!)) agoodidstraction: Heyyyy agoodidstraction: Me Shockwave: ((cmon LS ur so close)) Starscream: ((night)) Whirl: ((night!)) Shockwave: ((im still totally behind and without audio)) Shockwave: even after a refresh lol)) Whirl: ((it's paused on my end)) Shockwave: we're not even to the pause yet lmao Shockwave: ))* Shockbox: (( so. good stream. good stream. )) Shockwave: HOW LAGGY IS THIS ITS STILL GOING. INCREDIBLE...)) Whirl: ((GOD ***)) boomtank: eeesh)) FakeProwl: ((mine's still trying to catch up too :,) Whirl: ((WHY TONIGHT, LS. WHY TONIGHT)) Shockwave: ((okay its finally paused, then black)) Whirl: ((CUTTING THE stream entirely. Gonna reboot it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((okay)) Windchill: (( GOOD LUCK SOLDIER. )) Airachnid: LS is just acting wonky lately)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i got cursor)) Bruin: ((eey cursor)) Shockwave: ((now we get 5 minutes of paused cursor lmao)) Whirl: ((i did a stream on friday AND saturday and it was better behaved than this nonsense >8V)) Whirl: ((WE GOT CURSORS....)) FakeProwl: (cursor!)) Whirl: ((running it again)) Shockbox: (( /clasps hands. )) Airachnid: ye cursor)) Whirl: Anyway, moot point. *waves a claw* I wasn't in charge of those decisions. Just my two cents. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oh my GOD livestream can you not for FIVE MINUTES)) Whirl: ((is it doing it again)) Shockwave: ((it fixed itself)) Shockwave: ((got a BIT choppy for a min)) Whirl: ((did u watch me pet megatron's lil head)) Shockwave: ((ITS HAPPENING RN)) Windchill: (( Right now, yes. )) Smokescreen: ......... Smokescreen: why does this part Shockwave: (( *rando audience voice* gawrsh dancitrons datanet connection suuuuuuuux )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((DON'T MAKE HIM SLAP YOU, RANDO)) Shockbox: (( is this a stream or a slideshow, i find myself wondering. )) Whirl: HA. Nice. Smokescreen: sounds why does this entire part exist Whirl: ((sorry, shockwabe)) FakeProwl: ((everything's slowing down because soundwave is using the same line to download Secrets)) Smokescreen: like. this entire episode ItsyBitsySpyers: ((you found him out...)) Shockbox: ((oh shiz that'd explain it. )) Whirl: ((omg soundwabe. Download windchill's instead of mine)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It exists because it happened.]] Windchill: (( WHAT?)) Shockwave: The Autobots made a decision. These are simply the consequences. *to Smokescreen* Airachnid: Exactly. Smokescreen: yeah- but-- does the part that's coming after this need to happen? Windchill: Apparently. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. It did.]] Airachnid: Yes. Smokescreen: or be shown? Whirl: What kind of bullsh1t goodbye was THAT? agoodidstraction: Aww Whirl: *waves his mostly-empty cube at the screen* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[All must be shown.]] Windchill: Don't worry, bub. Shockwave: ((and for a moment i was froze on smokeysaluting while star goes ANNND THHAAAaaTTSss HOw YOU WWWRECKaWRECKKAAAHAHAHHA)) Whirl: (9AND NOW I GET BUFFERING ***)) Windchill: When I say goodbye to you, I'll be sure to do it properly. Whirl: ((OMFG)) Smokescreen: WHEELWHEEL your silver was good! Smokescreen: But- do we need to show THAT part? ... You know which part I mean, right? agoodidstraction: Yeah? Whirl: By making fart noises with your mouth? Shockwave: ((hey its running ok again for pop to EAT ***)) Airachnid: Yes Smokescreen he's going to show it, quit asking. Windchill: Exactly. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it went black and stuttery over here)) Whirl: ((IT'SS OVER)) FakeProwl: ((it's frozen here. :,) no worries, i know what's going on)) Whirl: ((god. DAMMIT)) Airachnid: And Optimus could have just made coordinates, jumped into the bridge, and thrown a gernade. Whirl: ((do you guys want me to replay the end for u)) Shockbox: *mun isn't going to even bother refreshing at this point. shockbox's hand is resting on one of chimera's paws.* Shockwave: ((i gave my lag cooties to everyone else it seems. oop now its buffering. oop now its ok)) Windchill: (( It's still playing for me PFFFT. )) Airachnid: Dramatic much. Smokescreen: ....... Shockwave: ((k but the framing of this scene is real good)) Whirl: Thank you, Windchill. And if you die before I can say goodbye, I'll throw you a proper funeral. Smokescreen: /He's still going to start crying here even if he knows what happens/ Whirl: Big explosions. That's how we do. agoodidstraction: This all happened wayyy differently for me ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave turns to look at Smokescreen* Windchill: Explosions? Airachnid: [is just going to laugh at Smokescreen] Whirl: Yes. Windchill: You're not planning to blow up my corpse, are you? Whirl: Lotss of fire. Blwoing stuff up. Booze. Windchill: I can think of people who might have a problem with that. agoodidstraction: Smokescreen Whirl: *perks up* You want me to? Smokescreen: /Aaand he's going to make a point to look away from Soundwave/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pings the alternate to see if Smokescreen needs to go outside for a moment.* Whirl: Oh, right. Okay. Junxy gets your corpse, of COURSE. FakeProwl: ((you know what, cro)) Whirl: You don't gotta be present for a proper send-off. Windchill: Well.' ItsyBitsySpyers: ((what)) Shockwave: ((next week: shockwave and dragons, what more could you ask for)) Whirl: ((AT LONG LAST. I GET TO ADMIRE PREDAKING'S FLYING)) Shockbox: (( exactly. )) FakeProwl: ((prowl still hasn't watched the footage of the cybermatter/dark energon explosion on the nemesis)) Windchill: On the other hand, I'm not sure what he'd do with it either. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((nope. he still hasn't.)) FakeProwl: ((in a little bit he's gonna comm soundwave like "YOU /DO/ HAVE A BOMB THAT CAN REBUILD CITIES")) Whirl: I told Soundwave's horrid little helpers they could eat mine. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LMFAO)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((okiedokie)) Windchill: *This bears some consideration, but he'd rather not think about it. )) Windchill: * ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey! Who's a horrid lil helper?// *Punch* Smokescreen: ... Wheeljack? Shockbox: *oh man he almost completely forgot about his bowl of energon.* Whirl: *snickers* Whirl: You can eat me, too, mech, if you wanna. Windchill: That's like, so frugal. boomtank: ((GAH Shockwave: *observing these events from a distance on cybertron was certainly... interesting* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Native Smokescreen plops down by alternate Smokescreen. Sup. You holdin up?* boomtank: ((refreshed and sudden sound Shockbox: *but. chimera is on his lap. the bowl is out of reach.* Windchill: Maybe some parts. Wouldn't want to get GREEDY. Shockbox: *clearly he is stuck.* agoodidstraction: You wanna drive after this? Whirl: I was saying that to RUMBLE. Shockwave: *looks over. after a moment of staring, nudges the bowl into reach* Whirl: Not you. FakeProwl: ((oh now it works. after the stream ends.)) Windchill: Too late, I call dibs. Whirl: But I guess if they wana share you can have a leg or something. Smokescreen: ??? /He's probably inching away from his alternate./ I'm fine, I'm fine. Airachnid: rip...)) FakeProwl: ((still. sick jams.)) Bruin: *has finaly pulled the end of his cabling/twizzler snack out of his subspace, also absently petting the birb hat* Shockbox: *he grabs it* Thank you. Shockwave: ((streaming probably taxes the internet connection :P )) Smokescreen: ... A drive might be nice, Wheeljack. Shockwave: You are welcome. Whirl: Too late, I already gave them permission to devour my sorry remains. Windchill: *He shrugs.* Whirl: Wait... I need to send some to Blurr, too. boomtank: ... agoodidstraction: I'll bring cubes for when we're done. Shockbox: *he nods and fuels, careful not to drop anything on chimera.* Whirl: Anyway, there's not likely to be enough of me left when--what the FRAG are we talking about my dead body for!? Windchill: *He's not actually planning on eating anyone in that sense. THAT'S ALL IN THE PAST, OKAY.* Whirl: What kinda weido ARE you? Whirl: *drinks more* Smokescreen: ... But, me- you know how it feels, right? You okay? boomtank: that was the ep where the base goes up in flames right?)) Whirl: ((yes)) Windchill: *Windchill shrugs again.* Whirl: ((sorry if folks missed the end X|)) boomtank: because it cut out on me)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave rises and busies himself over by the DJ booth to find out where the connectivity problems were coming from* boomtank: kaaay)) Shockwave: ((its ok, most people've probs seen it)) boomtank: because Blaster locked up then, at that type of ending)) Whirl: The point is... *pauses*... I forgot what we were talking about before that. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Smokescreen nods.* "Yeah. Watched it over and over. Still hurts! But I know how it went." ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy pops up from behind Blaster's couch to poke him in the side* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEY, UH. I THINK HE BROKE.\\ boomtank: -startled yelp and flail- Windchill: Probably something stupid. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\FALSE ALARM!\\ Whirl: *SNICKERS* Smokescreen: Thank you, Wheeljack- you don't gotta do that, but thank you. Shockwave: *briefly considers whether the predacons might like to attend once they're in the picture* Whirl: Probably. ItsyBitsySpyers: *THEY BETTER NOT EAT ANY CHAIRS* Whirl: ...*just falls into contented silence, still making that clattering purring noise* Whirl: *he's REALLY chill rn* boomtank: What? Shockwave: *they're likely to be bored by the rest of it, but-- TELL THE MINIS NOT TO GET DARKSTEEL DRUNK THEN* Whirl: ((send *clap emoji* in *clap emoji* the *clap emoji* BABIES *clap emoji*)) boomtank: False alarm on...? Smokescreen: I mean- I know how it goes, but I know how it goes later on, and it's just like- you know how we managed to help later on, but then it's like it doesn't even matter later! We still mess up, and he- Airachnid: [she's still amused by Smokescreen's emotional distress] Shockwave: *did not mean the babies, they are young for Literal War Documentaries and would probably get disruptive mid-stream, but omg the mun is so...* Smokescreen: he still goes out! And it's not like anything can be changed and I miss him and- /Dangit he's making himself more upset,. Whirl: *they should crash the party* Shockbox: (( no babies....not today....) Whirl: ((why can't we, round up all these babies)) Shockbox: (( can we just have a playdate, honestly. )) Shockwave: *babies need a baby night. play rescue bots and let them run around the dance floor)) Shockbox: (( a stream playdate. )) Windchill: (( I need my worm baby HNNNNNGH. )) boomtank: -huffs once things catch up to him- Not broke. Just...remembering a few things I didn't want to Whirl: ((PLEASE TO ALL THIS)) agoodidstraction: Smokey, ventilate Whirl: ((i need to teach my nieve Bad Habits)) Whirl: *wormniece Windchill: (( The worst habits. )) Windchill: ((But no drugs, or there will be. Consequences.)) Windchill: (( She's too young to be experimented on in that fashion, good sir. )) Whirl: ((whirl doesn't do drugs. He stays away from them. WHEN PEOPLE WARN HIM OF WHAT THEY ARE *POINTED LOOK AT WJ*)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH?\\ Frenzy hops over the couch back and plops down next to Blaster. \\MAYBE YOU 'N SMOKESCRAP OUGHTA GET TALKIN'.\\ Whirl: ((just beep-language. and beep-curses. and screaming)) Windchill: (( Limbs flailing. )) boomtank: Ah...no Shockwave: ((...getaway is probably down to toke. as long as its safe to do so and he's not on a job)) boomtank: No. I mean I don't want to remember that Windchill: (( Baby drool everywhere. )) Whirl: ((omfg)) boomtank: Period. agoodidstraction: ((jkdlsadas)) Whirl: ((getaway IS THAT A WEED)) Shockwave: ((getaway: ur not my dad)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Smokescreen's alternate doesn't really have anything to say that's comforting, so he just sorta. Pats himself on the shoulder awkwardly.* Smokescreen: Oh- oh yeah- I am ventilating! /He's at least trying to focus on that now instead- for as much as he can./ Whirl: ((I'M CALLING THE POLICE *dials a microwave*)) Shockbox: ((i love that vine. )) FakeProwl: ((the police: "tell him to give me a joint.")) Windchill: (( That *** vine )) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OH. ...Y'NEED A DRINK INSTEAD OR SOMETHIN'?\\ Shockwave: ((getaway: SEE MY REAL DADS COOL)) Whirl: ((B) )) boomtank: Only if you want to scrape me off the floor. Smokescreen: Wheeljack- you don't happen to have any silver on you, do you? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\EH, WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST MECH. BRIDGE YA TO NEW PRAXUS. THEY'LL LET YA SNOOZE IT OFF THERE.\\ Shockwave: ((what if the preds come and are very good customers. i cant decide if theyd put it on shockys tab or if they'd bring Interesting Stuff They Found In The Underground...)) Shockwave: ((like crystals. or a critter for ravage to eat)) boomtank: Heh. Tempting...but I have a meeeting with my timeline's Soundwave tomorrow. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy doesn't really care HOW Blaster feels, but he knows the Boss isn't going to want to get stuck comforting a bunch of Autobots all night either* boomtank: -He doesn't mind. He's just going to throw himself into his paperwork later- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy shrugs.*  \\SUIT YASELF.\\ Whirl: *streetches* Y'know. I'm in a good mood, mech. boomtank: Thanks anyways Whirl: I wanna go do sometthing after this. Like fly, or something. *tilts his head* Practice my bridges. Shockbox: *has finished his bowl by this point. he's leaning back.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy bounces off upstairs before Soundwave can stick him with cleaning duty. Rumble curses and starts picking up.* Windchill: *Streeeeetches, sorry Whirl.* Whirl: *swivels his helm around as he sees Rumble get up,a nd then turns it again to bon at Airachnid* Seeya later, mech. Whirl: Hey! Nimrod. *nods at Windchill and withdraws his feet* Come and help me. Airachnid: [waves at Whirl] See you later. Shockwave: *quietly stands and goes to discuss the next shipment of Buzzsaw's payment with Soundwave before he leaves* Shockbox: *sadly, it appears he won't be able to discreetly run off to shove energon into his subspace.* Whirl: *and he will set his cube aside, hop to his feet, and help Rumble clean* FakeProwl: *nothing else to stay for, and it appears no conversation will be happening tonight* Airachnid: [she should get up too, she walks out, still smoking a cyg] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, Shockbox is perfectly welcome to do that.* FakeProwl: *a farewell ping, and flickers out.* Smokescreen: /Also now that he's tearing up a little less he's going to go and glare at Airachnid/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pings Prowl farewell* Windchill: *Windchill thinks about helping, but makes no promises and continues to sit on his butt instead.* Airachnid: [she's still laughing at him by the way] Shockwave: ((thats a lotta laffs. do ur sides hurt, spide)) boomtank: -time for him to go home too- Thanks, and good night. Shockbox: *alright, he's just gonna. scoot away from chimera without waking the bot up.* Smokescreen: ... /He's trying to avoid attempting to fight- that's just a bad idea in general! trying to spit at doesn't count as fighting though right/ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Goodnight, those of you leaving.]] Lifts his helm and looks at Shockwave. He's got to keep working on this but he'll be able to hold a conversation at the same time. Shockbox: *he has arrived at the snack table.* agoodidstraction: Smokescreen, c'mon Whirl: *unless somewhat shepherds him out anytime soon he's gonna just kinda. clean. chill out. He's high af and happy to be in any old place rn* agoodidstraction: Let's drive Bruin: *oh, right time to go, one more scritch for lazerbeak and he's pulling out his walking stick and heading in the last known direction of the door* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak will fly him there* ItsyBitsySpyers: *....As a guide. Not. By picking him up* Smokescreen: !! /That sounds like a good plan to him! He's going to follow Wheeljack out, then./ Whirl: ((laserbeak carries her prey into the night)) Windchill: (( HELP. )) agoodidstraction: Night fraggers Shockbox: *he is about to take one bowl and shove it in without asking, but thinks better of it.* Windchill: All right, you guys... I'm gonna go. It's time to feed. Whirl: *bobs his head in farewell* Whirl: Later, loser. Bruin: *tiny birb might be able to lift a single servo* Windchill: *If he doesn't eat soon, he will evolve into his hangry form.* Bruin: *but otherwise he is far to logr and dense* Windchill: *It is not beautiful.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble appreciates the cleaning help. He can move the booths back by himself but this goes faster.* Windchill: Bye, suckers. *He waves, and departs.* Shockwave: *stands close to the booth, but politely attempts not to be disruptive to the work* The next installment of Buzzsaw's payment is ready. Several of the items are... unwieldy to transport. *mun-- Shockwave: --imagines that at least a few of the items are somewhat ridiculous in addition to being abstract or macabre* Whirl: *he will happily take direction. This was the secret of securing obedience in whirl all along: cyber weed* ItsyBitsySpyers: *DO NOT TAKE THE BOWLS. Just the treats.* Shockbox: @Soundwave: What are my limits in terms of indulging in snacks? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[Half of what remains, if you can fit it. The same restrictions apply as last time.]] Whirl: ((WHOOPS CUT OFF ME GLITCH MOB... the song was nearly done anyway)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockwave: [[Will he need to bring a freight cart?]] Shockbox: @Soundwave: *A pause, then a ping of thanks. Considers soundwave an excellent host, even if the stream was being troublesome.* Shockbox: *is shoving exactly half of the snacks into his subspace now.* Shockwave: *briefly considers* That may be helpful. Darksteel is, of course, available to assist in operating it. Shockwave: ((DOWN TO THE GRAM, EXACTLY 50%)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((later soundwave finds a treat split into a portion, lifts it up like "the hell happened here")) Whirl: ((he painstakingly dissects one treat in half)) Shockbox: ((he would not be the type to be imprecise about this. )) Shockwave: ((next time soundy specifies that leaves treats looking like they boomtank: ((nope that would be illogical Shockwave: re half-eaten makes no one but Laserbeak want to eat them)) Shockwave: ((thx enter key)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((laserbeak doesn't see a problem)) Whirl: ((whirl couldn't have them either way)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Good. Buzzsaw appreciates helpful students.]] Whirl: ((not unless the half-eaten quality means they're liquid)) Whirl: *looks pu briefly from his cleaning and tilts his helm at Soundwave* So, this is... your THING now. The club. For real, right? This how you make your day-to-day. *it only seems to have NOW dawned on h Whirl: im, fully* Shockbox: *he takes his leave.* Shockbox: (( 's hella late. g'night. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night!)) Whirl: ((night!)) boomtank: night!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances up at Whirl, then kneels down to deal with the guilty wire.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[One of his things. Most of what it makes is sent to the settlements.]] Shockwave: *nods slightly, waits for Whirl to be answered* ...At what time should this delivery be arranged? Whirl: Huh. *what he thinks of the matter, further, only he knows* Whirl: *assume he'll stick around to help until Rumble no longer needs them, and then will go home* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shall do.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night snif! i think?)) Whirl: ((after this song I'll be shutting the stream down on my end o7)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pulls a schedule up on his visor and skims through it.* [[Late this week or early next.]] Whirl: ((but feel free to snag whirl if u wanna chat at him about something)) boomtank: ((annnd g'night. Thanks for the stream! ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night boom mun!)) Shockwave: ((thats fine, shocky can leave right after this lol)) Whirl: ((night!)) Shockwave: ((*NOT USED TO BEING THE LAST ONES TALKING*)) Whirl: ((feel free to keep using the chat, by all means!)) Shockwave: Very well. *pings him one of the 'late this week' time slots marked as available, then steps back* Until then. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods at his ally* [[Until then.]] *Don't look now, but there's an affectionate tag on it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Soundwave pings Whirl.* Shockwave: *pauses just long enough to make it evident that he's disobeyed and noticed the tag, then bows shallowly and departs* Whirl: *looks up and bobs his helm again* Yep? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You are not fit to travel by bridge. Would you prefer to remain here for the evening?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tucks the repaired wire back into its panel and closes it up. That should solve the video problems.* Whirl: What? Pfft. Of COURSE I can bridge. *draws himself up* I've gotten pretty good, as a matter of FACT. Whirl: ...but yeah, sure, whatever. *nudges Rumble* Hear that? Sleepin over, mech. Shockwave: ((quietly chants 'sleepover' in the bg)) Shockwave: ((make a pillow fort)) Shockwave: ((paint whirls clawtips)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble hoots and yells at Frenzy to get his aft back downstairs* Whirl: ((rumble, frenzy, zori, and chimera, and laserbeak all pile on)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Good. You are restricted to the first floor. Rumble will serve energon if you need it.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Enjoy yourselves.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave heads upstairs to get some work done in place of his now sleepovering deployers* Whirl: *flips Soundwave a jaunty salute; he does not see anything weird about this* Whirl: ((and thus he sleps over \o/ CATCHA YA ON SKYPE))