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war-of-the-words · 5 years ago

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The Taste of Love

Summary: Prompt fill: Soulmates share their sense of taste. Written Feb 2018 Read on AO3

It was always incredibly important to Kudo Shinichi that he always ate delicious food, not because he was a connoisseur of any sort, nor because his family had the wealth to do so, but because he felt it was his duty to ensure that his soulmate would be privilege to the greatest tastes Shinichi could afford. His parent were the ones to instill this mentality in him, telling stories about how they would feel so connected to one another when they were able to share a meal without meeting one another. How they would neglect eating their own meals in order to not ruin whatever the other was eating. Shinichi had no way of knowing who his soulmate was, where they lived, whether or not they had the level of privilege he had, so, as soon he was told about soulmates, he would always beg his parents to take him to the restaurants with the greatest food, unaware of their cost at the time, and his parents would always comply. The tradition continued until he lived on his own. He had to be conscious of his spending money, so he altered his approach. He was constantly online, looking for the restaurants that were lesser known, lower priced, but praised for their exceptional food. Shinichi discovered some of his favorite restaurants this way, and by the way he would crave those restaurants, his soulmate must like them too.

Speaking of his soulmate, Shinichi had always found them peculiar. Home-cooked meals could always be picked out, and Shinichi always enjoyed the days he could taste such a meal on his lips-and he was thankful Ran was always offering to make meals for him, otherwise his soulmate might hate him for constantly eating convenience store food-so it was one of the highlights of Shinichi’s day when he would taste those meals, it made him so much more connected with his soulmate, and he kept track of the kinds of things his soulmate ate in order to try and deduce the things his soulmate liked or hated. His soulmate loved chocolate, in all forms, and didn’t seem to eat a lot of fish, which made him think his soulmate wasn’t Japanese for quite a while. His soulmate also ate some weird combinations, some to gross to even think about physically eating. He hoped most of those were for dares or some kind of punishment game.

At about the age of eight, Shinichi found he was glad he had decided to keep a journal about his soulmates eating habits. At all the usual times he would taste some meal on his lips, he tasted nothing. It lasted weeks, only occasionally tasting crackers or other easy to digest foods. He worried that his counterpart had been hospitalized, but hospitals gave their patients proper meals, so Shinichi decided that it must be something more mental keeping his soulmate from eating. He set out on a quest, scouring back through his notes to find the foods he deemed his soulmate liked the most. Yusaku and Yukiko became slightly concerned when their son started to demand foods he usually ate in moderation, chocolate, in all kinds of forms, meals cooked a certain way, as little fish as possible, certain restaurants, and when their eight-year-old finally disclosed the reason for his behavior, they complied. And it seemed to work, Shinichi began to have certain cravings, sometimes for foods he was eating, other times for meals that he quickly begged his parents to have, and, eventually, he began to taste proper meals on his lips again. Still afraid his soulmate would stop eating, Shinichi started yet another tradition, on Saturdays, he would ensure he ate whatever he thought his soulmate would most enjoy.

That tradition he carried into his teens, incorporating the ever-growing set of data, the small restaurants he would frequent, and begging for the occasionally favor from Ran to help him cook a meal. Ran would always agree, and soon made it a tradition of her own to spend Saturdays with Shinichi, cooking or going out to meals with him. She loved watching him, how dedicated he was to this person he didn’t even know, and hoped that his soulmate would one day be able to appreciate this, and go to these meals with him. His soulmate seemed to at least become attached to Saturdays, Shinichi wouldn’t taste anything until well after the times Shinichi ate.

Shinichi was content, he was rising in popularity as a detective, and he loved being one, sure, but if asked, Shinichi would always say that food was his absolute favorite thing in the world. That statement made his fame slightly more uncomfortable as fans would send in different kinds of foods, expensive ones, homemade one, desserts and bentos to giftcards to some of the most luxurious restaurants in Tokyo. Not only were his fans keen to try to exploit this fact, but so was Suzuki Sonoko. She would offer the use of her family’s private chef, or just paying for one of the more expensive restaurants on Shinichi’s list in exchange for favors. The most frequent one might be her most outrageous.

“If you catch Kaitou KID for me, I’ll pay for all of your meal expenses for the next five years.” Shinichi looked up, taken aback.

“I’m sorry? You want me to what?” Sonoko sighed, placing her hands on her hips and leaning menacingly over Shinichi, where he sat at his desk.

“I want you to catch Kaitou 1412 for me and show me his face before taking him in to police custody in exchange for all of your food expenses for the next five years.” Shinichi’s face must still have shown confusion, because Sonoko let out another sigh and elaborated, “Kaitou KID is like, the most notorious criminal right now, and if anyone can catch him, you can, you detective nerd, so take that as a compliment and do this for me.”

And that’s how Shinichi began his hunt for a phantom, he couldn’t turn down that offer, it would be absolute lunacy. All of his food expenses? Shinichi had learned to go about it cost effectively, but with Sonoko as his wallet, he could frequent the higher ticket restaurants more frequently, or buy higher quality ingredients, or take cooking classes. He had to do this favor for Sonoko. The first few heists he attended, Shinichi was so caught up in trying to catch the thief that he got nowhere close to him, so he put his goal on the back burner and just tried to focus on the phantom thief as much as possible.

Shinichi began to experience the heists in a completely new way. He picked up on the meaning behind the notices quicker, and with each passing heist, began to meet the thief’s pace. He came to respect KID, he was clever and he pushed Shinichi to think in different ways, and if the banter the two would exchange was any indication, KID liked the challenge the Shinichi brought to him as well. This continued on for a few months until a certain heist, the first one to ever be scheduled on a Saturday.

It shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was, but through all of the research and analysis Shinichi did on the thief, Saturdays were the least likely KID picked for heists, it was one of the reasons why Shinichi allowed himself to pursue the thief with such fervor. The owner of the jewel had challenged KID to steal it, however, so Kaitou KID, never one to turn down a challenge, really didn’t have a choice. As much as it pained Shinichi, he couldn’t miss a heist, and, sure, he found the phantom thief to be a great rival, but Sonoko’s offer was too good to pass up. He made sure his breakfast was quite elaborate, an unspoken apology to his soulmate, and hoped the flavor helped his soulmate, if the taste of an energy bar and black coffee, unusual for his soulmate, was anything to go by.

The heist location was in the museum the gem’s owner curated. He had brought the sizable peridot out of storage for one day only, and had smugly challenged Kaitou KID to steal it from “the one of a kind security” of the museum. Shinichi didn’t understand why all of these rich people think their security is any different than the others, the thief always gets through it. Shinichi was at the heist location around five, managing to grab a sandwich at a small western deli he had found on one of his cheap food hunts. He wasn’t the biggest fan of deli food, but it was quick and easy and he was now craving said sandwich, so his soulmate must be enjoying the taste. It wasn’t like he was the only one eating pre-heist either, many of the officers were eating quick bites in between planning.

Shinichi, however, was more concerned over who wasn’t eating. His soulmate still hadn’t had anything but the energy bar and now he tasted, what, some kind of cosmetic? It certainly didn’t taste like the lip balm he often felt on his lips during the colder months, and it felt more dense than lip balm too.

Shinichi was thrown out of his musings by the feeling of someone staring at him. Quickly jerking his head around, he scanned the area, no one was making eye contact with him, and no one looked like they were actively trying to avoid him, he did, however, notice the curator and his wife. They must have just arrived, as they were talking with Nakamori-keibu. The curator looked as Shinichi had assumed, a pompous man who was dressed formally, like he was trying to shove his wealth in everyone else’s face. His wife was just as pompous looking, her face heavily coated in makeup with intensely red lipstick. Which just brought his thoughts back to his soulmate.

It was rare for his soulmate to wear lipstick or lipgloss, and he usually only felt it in the evening, so was it cosmetics for dates? Shinichi didn’t want to think about that. He knew a lot of people dated outside of their soulmate, as it was rare to actually find one another, but what could he say, Shinichi was a romantic at heart.

Shinichi shook himself from those thoughts, he had to focus on the heist. He took a seat on one of the benches on the side of the exhibit hall, it was evident they were there for more aesthetic purposes rather than comfort. He pulled a copy of the heist note from his pocket, it was fairly straightforward, a clear acceptance of the curator’s challenge, but there was something else in it, something Shinichi hasn’t quite discovered yet. His suspicion was that the thief had incorporated a clue as to who he would disguise himself as in order to enter the museum, but it was a struggle to find in what way the thief had coded the hint.

He had lost himself trying to decode the note in every cypher he knew of, and when he had finally gotten it, it was just about the time of the heist. Almost jumping from his seat, Shinichi rushed to find the inspector, he was still standing on the other side of the exhibit by the gem with the curator and his wife, who were apparently quite displeased with division two’s plan. “It is just outrageous that you people even need to be here!” the curator exclaimed, with a voice as pompous as he looked.

“My husband had this place upgraded to the best security system in all of Japan, isn’t that right dear?” His wife, with a voice equally as pompous, added.

“Of course, just look for yourselves! There is absolutely no way Kaitou KID could break into this case,” the pair stalked over to the display case the jewel was resting in, “Only my handprint can open this case,” the curator explained, reaching for the panel keeping the case locked.

“Wait! Don’t get to close!” Shinichi yelled, still too far away to prevent what happened next, which was his wife, with a quick smirk aimed toward the detective, forcing the man’s hand onto the panel, unlocking the display case, and with an explosion of smoke, the curator’s wife was gone, and Kaitou KID stood smugly on top of the now empty case.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” KID gestered out to the clearly shocked group of officers and reporters, there only because the curator allowed it; Shinichi, however, was still making his way toward the thief. “I’m terribly sorry I have to cut tonight short, I do hope you forgive me, but I’m usually occupied on Saturdays, and as there is still time left in the day, I hope we can all go home and enjoy it.” That statement shocked Shinichi enough to stop his approach, so the phantom really did avoid Saturday heists. It was nice to confirm one of his suspicions, but it only raised more questions.

In a flash, KID had thrown another smoke bomb, the cover allowing him to remove himself from the display before the task force could make their move. Shinichi wasn’t certain which way the thief would escape, but his gut told him the roof was his best bet. He was pleased to find his hunch was right. Throwing open the door, he could clearly see the thief standing by the edge of the roof, his whole body showing ease and confidence. Before Shinichi could even register it himself, he was already deploying a soccer ball which hurled toward the phantom at a breakneck speed, then-

Blood. Shinichi tasted blood, but he wasn’t bleeding, did his soulmate bite their lip or…

“Jesus, Tantei-kun, give a guy some time to react next time, did I do something to offend you?” Shinichi brought his attention back to the criminal in front of him. KID was holding the left side of his face, visibly turning red even in the dim light. And his lip… was busted and bleeding. Oh .

Shinichi couldn’t jump to conclusions, it could just be a coincidence, but, “KID, tell me, did you use some kind of cosmetic on your lips for your disguise today? Not on a mask, but your actual lips.” KID, through his pain, gave Shinichi a questioning smirk.

“Why detective, I didn’t know you were interested in cosmetics. To answer your question, yes, I did, it was a lovely shade called “He’s With Me”. Don’t ask me why they name lipsticks these kinds of things, I don’t understand it either.” Okay, well, Shinichi didn’t need all that information.

“KID, what have you had to eat today?”

“I really don’t understand the interrogation, Tantei-kun, first you hit me in the face with a soccer ball, now you sound like my mother asking about how I’ve been eating.”

“Please, KID, just tell me.” The thief seemed to consider it for a couple seconds.

“Well, it’s a heist day and it was kind of sudden, so I had to do a bit of setup and recon this morning, so, I don’t know, I guess I just grabbed a power bar and some coffee, as vile as straight black coffee is.”

Well great. Shinichi had no idea what to do with this information. Well first I should probably… “KID, I think we’re soulmates.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’m fairly certain. I made chocolate chip pancakes this morning with a side of bacon, then for lunch I went to a deli and got a turkey sandwich on rye bread with lettuce, tomato, and provolone cheese.”

“...Was the bread toasted?”

“Yeah.”

“... You really need to take me to all of these places, Tantei-kun, do you know how tragic it is to crave something and then have absolutely no idea where to find said dish? I have been searching for that yakisoba place for months .” Despite himself, Shinichi let out a little laugh.

“Well, like you said, there is still time left in the day”

“You mean, you're fine with...this?” KID gestured to himself, a small, genuine smile on his lips.

“Only if your okay with dating a detective and, you know, you don't try to assault anyone, and I think those are pretty reasonable standards.” KID laughed, a sound Shinichi could listen to for the rest of his life.

“Well detective, I think we have ourselves a date.”

#one shot #dsdrabbles #kudou shinichi #kudo shinichi #kuroba kaito #kaishin #kudou shinichi/kuroba kaito #dcmk #player 2

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standfortheangels · 5 years ago

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What song makes you feel better?what’s your favorite candle scent?what flower would you like to be given?say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).what calms you down?what’s your ideal date?how are you?what’s your comfort food?do you still love stuffed animals?what’s something you do to de-stress?hugs or hand-holding?morning, afternoon or night?what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)? [for mun

What song makes you feel better?

Ooo, this really depends on a lot of stuff. But weirdly, one song I go to a lot is Tubthumping by Chumbawumba. The names really tell you the vibe of the song >w>' it's silly- too silly to really take much seriously when you're listening to it, so it gradually cheers me up that way. But it's mostly the chorus bit that does it.

"I get knocked down, but I get up again! You are never gonna keep me down!"

Repeated over and over again with pride and happiness like a football chant.

It's the kind of mood that's just infectious, it's a crowd celebrating something, enjoying where and who they are. Pair that with the message in those lines, and, I dunno. It just really helps me~

what’s your favorite candle scent?

Oh this one is tough. My sense of smell isn't that great, usually I can smell a candle if I pick it up and sniff it, but when it's lit I don't tend to smell anything. There are very few candles I can light and smell in the room. So I tend to just pick candles based on colour tbh x'D

One thing I do love though is oil diffusers. A few drops of violet essential oil in the water, it comes out as steam, makes the place smell really nice.

What flower would you like to be given?

Aww, that's a cute one~ I'd love to be given any flower really, but if I have to pick... I'd say a sunflower. I think it'd be really funny to have someone pull this giant flower from behind their back and hand it over. X')

Say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

That's six! You can't fool me there >w> buuuuut fine.

Physical: I like my eye colour, I've got a general hourglass shape that I like, and I'm told I have very comfortable shoulders to lean on? Haha

Non-physical: I'm fairly intelligent, have a lot of patience when I need it, and I'm pretty weird, which is often funny for other people x')

What calms you down?

If I'm anxious, I have a few apps on my phone I can use that usually help. 'What's Up' is a great one, it has different tools you can use like grounding exercises and retargeting your thoughts and stuff. I also have games on there like Zen Koi and Alto's Odyssey, which I find relaxing. They're not too complicated to manage but they do grab my attention and have chill music on them.

If I'm calming down from being angry.... Dogs. I find if a dog comes up to me for a hug or something, I have to relax my muscles more, I have to be gentle with them and reassure them that it's all okay, it's like a conscious effort I make for their sake. So it puts a stop to my stressing out long enough for me to just start enjoying the fact that I have a dog. ^^

What’s your ideal date?

Ooo good question...

At the minute I can't really date at all with my health being this bad, so I'd probably go for a casual date where we play a low-pressure game together at home. I'm talking battleship, tetris, any Super Mario game that has a multiplayer feature, Snipperclips, Jenga, Wii tennis, anything. Just us chilling, having a little bit of playful rivalry maybe, a few healthy snacks~ that would be awesome. Some of these games we could even play from two separate places with a video call going, which would mean I wouldn't have to push myself to host or leave the house or even force myself to shower in advance; I could even stay in bed and just prop myself up with some pillows if I really needed to, take a laptop and we could go play something online maybe.

In the future though (because I really hope I'll improve eventually and get some of my life back) I'd still love the more casual fun dates, but not stuck inside. I'd love to go minigolfing and be terrible at it so we can both laugh at my awful shots, and I'll do some hopeless ironic trash talk and then lose by a mile~

I'd like to have a dog we can walk together. We could go to a quiet beach, which will probably be cold and muddy because it's England but we'll let the dog loose and smile at how much fun they're having, maybe play fetch or something, and then at the end be so so grateful that we thought to put old towels over the back seats of the car for our very very happy, very very very wet dog~

It'd be fun to go to a theme park together, or walk around a garden centre and plan out a garden we'll probably never get around to. Or a zoo! That'd be a great date place, a zoo, or SeaWorld, both are good.

I'd like to go for ice cream and sit on some random grassy bank to eat it together. To go to an art gallery with a camera and most of my photos would just be of my date seeing something she likes~ maybe I could even take a sketchbook too, and I could draw her in the styles and/or poses of whichever pieces she wants me to, while she poses in ridiculous funny ways and makes me laugh so much that I have to stop and then we move to the next room.

I've been too ill for too long and had so much emotional crap in my life, I wouldn't choose the rigid restaurant dates with all the same rules and the pressure, or strive to try and be the most romantic couple or whatever else.

For me, what I'd value most is being able to get out of the house and enjoy the world, and having a date with a light-hearted atmosphere.

How are you?

Tired as always! X') but for real, today has actually been okay. The last few days have been really rough pain-wise, but it hasn't been quite as bad today, so hopefully it'll ease off back to normal from here~ I've also been pretty productive in the last two days so I'm very happy with myself rn ^^

What’s your comfort food?

I have a couple! Chocolate, of course, is a classic one (chocolate peanuts in particular are something I reach for for comfort). And also, a hot pasta-based meal like lasagna or, heck just pasta in a nice sauce will do. Those meals are more like the comfort of being warm and homely, the kind of thing I might love if I were really tired and feeling sorry for myself, while chocolate peanuts are the "I'm upset so I'm eating my feelings" food. X')

Do you still love stuffed animals?

Of course! I don't have tons all over my bed purely because it's inconvenient, but I do keep two huge ones- a dog and a shark- on top of my wardrobe, and my littlest childhood friend is always in my room somewhere~

His name is Scruffy, and right now he's sleeping in my crystal box (open) on top of all the empty velvet bags. ^^ I used to take him everywhere, cuddle him every night as a slept.. he usually smelled pretty gross because I never wanted to give him up to be washed, haha X) thankfully he doesn't have that problem now~

What’s something you do to de-stress?

This might sound lame but, jigsaw puzzles. It has to be real ones, at the table with some music in my headphones. If I can't do that for whatever reason, I go to the bathroom and run cold water over my wrists for a minute or two, over the veiny side. It's kind of a mini cleansing ritual. I sometimes combine that with some deep breaths and imagine the water is literally washing the stress out of me, and it really does help. It's something I can do quickly and easily, I can just do it while or after washing my hands or something and that's that~

Hugs or hand-holding?

Hmm... prolonged, I'm not a huge fan of either? Eventually if you're holding hands it's like, when do you let go? What if your hand gets warm and clammy, or sweaty? Same with like a cuddle. Once you're in it, how do you say "hey I'm kind of uncomfortable now, this physical contact has gone on too long"? You don't want to be rude, and it might be hard to explain, so you've probably got to blame on being too warm even if you're not, and then that's a lie, and.. it's just awkward.

A regular hug though, that's okay. It can last longer than usual and still not be a problem, because at least, you know, you won't be hugging for half an hour, at some point soon you'll let go. And it feels nice, you know? From someone I care about and trust anyway~ it's like a physical way of saying "I love you" and it's nice to have someone's arms holding you, to wrap yours around them and just hold them tight.. you both feel warm inside and secure and wanted. I wouldn't be keen on a hug from a stranger or an acquaintance, even a new-ish friend. But someone who's close to me? All the hugs. Give me the hugs, let me hug you back, many many hugs. X)

Morning, afternoon or night?

Night! Actually I love those really early mornings, you know when the air still has that kind of... Crispness to it. That is amazing. But I'm never awake for that anymore.

(^▽ ^;)ゞ

What reminds you of home?

Thunderstorms, loud planes overhead, chinook noises, soft hugs when I'm upset, mum's cooking, pictures of our old dog Harvey, little fluffy dogs running about.

Most of this is easy to figure out I'm sure, but I do want to talk about the first couple.

Until the age of 11 my family lived on a military air base, so there were always big planes taking off and landing, and I really do mean always. We learned the difference between some of them by sound. I could be sat at home and we'd hear one and know, that had to be a Herc landing (landing always sounded different to taking off), or a teacher would have to stop talking at school to let one go by, and everyone knew that one was a VC10. (VC10s are the LOUDEST thing I have ever heard to this day. I'd probably still recognise one now~)

We also saw and heard Chinooks a lot. Now for anyone who doesn't know, those are the weird helicopters that have two... Fan parts? I don't actually know what they're called. X') (I looked it up, they're called rotors!) They kinda look like the bit of a retro telephone that you'd pick up and hold to your face.

Now having two rotors means that they can carry a Lot of weight, but it also means they don't sound like normal helicopters do. The two rotors are timed out so that the blades from each side can go through the same middle space without hitting each other, Left blade then right blade then left then right then left, and you can kind of hear it happening. Instead of the kind of 'Wubbubbubbubbubbub' of normal helicopters, a chinook sounds more like 'Wokka wokka wokka wokka'.

Where I am now, we only hear some small jets once a week at most when they take practice flights, and sometimes a normal police or ambulance helicopter. It took me a long time to get used to the quiet of most places, and sometimes I miss all the overhead noise we had back then.

And we got so many thunderstorms! Every single summer, usually at night. Now that I think about it the pollution from all the aircraft might have been involved in this too. >w>" But I loved it. We'd all gather in mum's room and open the curtains wide to watch. My little sister was scared of thunder back then so it was better for her to have people around and to make it fun. I was always just excited! And I still get that way if I hear thunder now~

#wow this is a long post #i actually fell asleep a couple questions from the end #ive just finished it off this morning #haha #ooc #mun stuff #asimplerper

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im-no-jedi · 7 years ago

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here’s the second post of questions for my Voltron OCs! these are about my sweet boy, Tyzh:

1. What do they smell like? - he smells very clean like all the time, he’s the cleanest smelling Galra you’ll ever meet LOL

2. What is their voice like? - John Boyega

3. What is their biggest motivator? - fear tbh, he does everything out of fear

4. What is their most embarrassing memory? - too many to name LOL

5. How do they deal with/react to pain? - crying, sobbing, that sort of thing

6. What do they like to wear? - he wears his armor all the time, it’s the only clothes he has

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively? - Thace, because he was the first person to ever be nice to Ty, and Fae because she gave him a second chance and gave him a new home away from the Galra army

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten? - all Altean food is weird LOL

9. Describe the way that they sleep. - he struggles getting to sleep sometimes, and he will wake up at the drop of a hat. thunderstorms are the worst, he’ll stay awake through the whole storm, poor baby

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food? - he likes veggies and other foods like that, he’s not much of a meat eater

11. What do they feel most insecure about? - everything LOL

12. How do they like to dress? - after moving into the castle, he mostly wears his suit minus the armor, so it’s just a skin-tight bodysuit most of the time LOL

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt? - he’ll get very upset, probably start crying

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal? - again, he’ll get upset and start crying

15. What is their greatest achievement? - despite how much he hates it, he’s actually a really good shot, like he hardly ever misses LOL

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep? - he’s used to not getting a lot of sleep, so nothing too different

17. What are they like when they’re drunk? - very VERY hyper. he’d probably literally start bouncing off the walls LOL

18. What kind of music do they enjoy? - anything calm and relaxing, he’d probably listen to a lot of classical music on earth

19. Are they right or left handed? - right

20. Fears? - everything

21. Favorite kind of weather? - a nice, sunny day, maybe a gentle breeze, anything that’s relaxing

22. Favorite color? - he loves the color pink, idek why, he just thinks it’s a really pretty color. he would absolutely wear pink clothes on earth LOL

23. Do they collect anything? - no, but he’d probably start collecting books to read if given the chance

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more? - neither, they both make him uncomfortable LOL

25. What is their eye color? - yellow

26. What is their race/ethnicity? - Galra

27. Hair color? - he’s purple all over, but has a white strip of hair that goes from his forehead all the way down to the bottom of his neck; he keeps it pulled into a tiny ponytail at the bottom of his neck all the time

28. Are they happy where they are currently? - oh yes, very happy, for the first time in his life *cries softly*

29. Are they a morning person? - he’s been conditioned to be so, but he sleeps in whenever he can

30. Sunrise or sunset? - sunset

31. Are they more messy or more organized? - organized, he doesn’t like clutter

32. Pet peeves? - when other people are making noise while he’s trying to get some peace and quiet

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance? - no, he doesn’t have anything except his armor and his gun

34. Least favorite food? - the frickin food goo LOL

35. Least favorite color? - black and purple... (this has no affect on his feelings about Shiro tho)

36. Least favorite smell? - whatever the food goo smells like :P

37. When was the last time they cried? - he cries like all the time idk

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried? - again idk, maybe? Fae tries to comfort him when he cries about stuff

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured? - he’s gotten slapped in the face for disobeying orders before...

40. Do they have any scars? - probably just a few small ones?

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues? - maaaaaajor PTSD from all the crap he had to go through in the Galra army. especially in regards to all the people he’s had to kill...

42. Do they have any bad habits? - he tends to freak out over the smallest things, everything’s a big deal to him apparently LOL

43. Why might someone dislike them? - he could definitely come across as pathetic and weak to someone else

44. Why might someone love them? - he’s an absolute sweetheart and so gentle and kind, and you better believe he’d fight to protect his friends

45. Do they believe in ghosts? - unfortunately LOL

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives? - Fae and the paladins, Allura and Coran, and the Blade of Marmora

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone? - sort of? he has strong feelings for Fae, romantic or not

48. Are they dating/married to anyone? - if Fae didn’t get with Keith, she would probably end up with Ty instead

49. Do they like surprises? - N O

50. When is their birthday? - sometime in the fall, no exact date yet

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday? - he’s never had his birthday celebrated before :c

52. Do they have any family? - nope, he doesn’t remember his real family at all. Fae and the paladins are the closest thing he has to family now

53. Are they close to their family? - he’s only really close to Fae

54. What is their MBTI type? - he came out as ISFJ! just like me! :D

55. What is their zodiac sign? - *shrugs*

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in? - probably Hufflepuff

57. What D&D alignment are they? - Lawful Neutral, definitely

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about? - his life is a friggin nightmare ROFL

59. What are their views on death? - terrible, awful, he hates it so much

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at? - he doesn’t really laugh too much; Fae tries to get him to laugh sometimes, and she’s the only one who can do it, no one else knows how to make him laugh

61. When bored, how do they pass time? - he’d probably listen to music and/or start humming or singing, he gets music stuck in his head all the time

62. Do they enjoy being outside? - nooooo too many scary things

63. Do they have an accent? - British, like John Boyega’s real voice

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction? - he has no idea wtf that thing is, it looks like feces, GET IT AWAY

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say? - he would just cry a lot and cling to whoever was closest to him

66. How do they feel about sex? - ok I guess? he’s never really had time to think about it, plus he doesn’t think anyone would ever wanna do it with him...

67. What is their sexuality? - hetero. but he miiiight be bi-romantic, I’m not sure...

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood? - heck yeah, he gags at the sight of it

69. Is there anything that they find really gross? - too many things to name LOL

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them? - COWARDLY LION

71. Do they enjoy helping people? - yes, as long as nothing bad happens

72. Are they allergic to anything? - I don’t think so

73. Do they have a pet? - nope

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they loose their temper? - he like, never gets angry, only kinda frustrated sometimes

75. How patient are they? - usually pretty patient, unless there’s something scary or threatening around, then GET HIM TF OUTTA THERE

76. Are they good at cooking? - probably not, he has no idea how to cook LOL

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often? - nope, he doesn’t wanna pick fights

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy? - he giggles when he’s really happy, it’s adorable X3

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears? - he tries to be encouraging and tell them at least they’re not scared of everything like he is LOL

80. Are they trustworthy? - yes, despite what you might think. if you need him, he’ll come through for you, absolutely

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it? - no he’s VERY open about his emotions and feelings

82. Do they exercise regularly? - he used to when he was in the army, but not so much on the castle, he’d rather chill all the time LOL

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look? - he’s never really thought about the way he looks before? so yeah I guess??

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people? - physical strength and just being able to protect him if he needed it haha

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive? - supportive, friendly, and sympathetic

86. Do they like sweet foods? - yes, but he rarely gets to eat them until he moves into the castle

87. What is their age? - 21 human years

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between? - very tall, he’s one of the taller Galras actually

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts? - nope, but he would look SO cute in glasses OMG *3*

90. Do they consider themselves attractive? - *shrugs*

91. What is their sense of humor like? - he only finds specific people funny AKA just Fae LOL

92. What mood are they most often in? - P A N I C

93. What kinds of things anger them? - when someone he cares about gets hurt

94. Outlook on life? - everything is out to get me nowhere’s safe I’m probably gonna die tomorrow slkdjfguifdksjd

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed? - when he feels like he’s let someone down... including himself...

96. What is their greatest weakness? - thinking he’s not as brave as he actually is and just not having confidence in himself at all

97. What is their greatest strength? - the fact that he IS really brave when he wants to be and that he’s super reliable in a pinch

98. Something that they regret? - being a part of the Galra army at all

99. Biggest accomplishment? - putting his skills to good use with the paladins instead of the Galra army

#MY SWEET BOY THAT I LOVE VERY MUCH #these helped me develop him better yay #found out some very interesting things about him because of this LOL #he's so great I love him so much #X3 #Voltrunz #OC: Ty #my OCs

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Feb 27 @ Soundwave’s Bar - Arsenic and Old Lace

This movie was a weird mix of completely hilarious and extremely uncomfortable. Prowl liked it, but he would have liked it a lot better with all mentions of sanitariums cut out.

NoodlesAtNight: *You all know the drill. Video wall set up, movable furniture, snacks, all that.* NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave is already dropped into his usual spot.* FakeProwl: *claims his usual seat* NoodlesAtNight: *A greeting ping and nod* FakeProwl: *nods back* chronosmith: 9(A THEREMIN)) chronosmith: ((one of my favorite bands uses these in concert sometimes)) Getaway: ((snif yelled at me to bring getaway)) chronosmith: ((NO IT WAS A GENTLE ASK)) chronosmith: (i yelled the name "CAREY GRANT")) Getaway: ((SUCH AGGRESSION it was)) chronosmith: ((how dare u )) chronosmith: *trots on in and takes what he has come to think of as his usual seat* NoodlesAtNight: *Another nod for Whirl.* chronosmith: *bibs his helm back and... stares at the screen* chronosmith: ((b-bibs)) Getaway: ((man rabbits still not loading the movie in for me)) Getaway: ((refresh time)) Getaway: ((ah there we go)) Getaway: ((such a sweet serenade)) chronosmith: ((i'm inevitably reminded of the lobster video)) FakeProwl: ((the frickin lobster video...)) Getaway: ((...whirl did YOU bring getaway)) NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Question, when allowed. chronosmith: ((i had assumed... hmm. Well I had assumed not but idk how else he'd find out 8);; )) FakeProwl: *not typically a fan of tesla coil music. but if he turns down his audials' sensitivity a bit it's fine* chronosmith: ((u can be shockwave it it's easier/makes more sense!)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Yes?» NoodlesAtNight: [[And no, he is not subjecting you all to dancing Cybertronians this time. This is an Earth film. We will hear strange Earth music.]] chronosmith: ((we can have trash boy make his debut at CC) chronosmith: Thank GOD. chronosmith: I'll take this over watching Starscream gyrate ANY day. NoodlesAtNight: ((Getaway's a nosy boy. Maybe Laserbeak told him.)) chronosmith: ((he has a hot date with laserbeak)) Getaway: ((oh boy)) FakeProwl: ((... what if soundwave invited prowl, and getaway found out and invited himself and whirl over)) NoodlesAtNight: ((two more short vids while i finish making a snack, bout five min, then start)) chronosmith: *tilts his head, o now THIS is nice* Getaway: ((i mean getaway does like to look out for dad)) NoodlesAtNight: ((that also works)) chronosmith: ((come watch over Dad and get his hot date all in one sweoop)) FakeProwl: ((lmao you don't have to, i'm mainly being silly)) chronosmith: ((sweoop??? what is typing)) NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): On datanet, Prowl stated close physical contact not preferred, stated public affection disliked. Many nights now, couch contact made. Lean, hand held, feeler grip, other. Soundwave did not consider, erred? Prowl has denied self comfort status? Chillsins: (( I had a frighten rabbit logged me out at some point. Almost eXPOSED. )) chronosmith: ((EGAD)) Getaway: *probably sitting in a way that takes up more than a single seat cushion. no worries, not like it'd crowded in here* Getaway: ...Wonder if there ever was anyone who turned into one of those. chronosmith: *sidelong glance at Getaway* Don't know lots of folks made of wood, myself. Chillsins: *PRetends to kick down the door upon entry, but doesn't REALLY.* FakeProwl: *oh. hey. hi. hello. look who's here. surprised glance at getaway.* chronosmith: *bobs his head at Windcill* chronosmith: ((whop brb)) NoodlesAtNight: *Slow stare at Getaway. After a moment's debate, a hesitant greeting nod.* NoodlesAtNight: [[He never met anyone who did. Greetings, Windchill.]] Chillsins: *Puts his foot down on the floor where it belongs.* FakeProwl: *he's gonna. like. slide his avatar over a few pixels. he's not that close to soundwave. nope.* Chillsins: Hi, you guys. Getaway: *handflaps at whirl* You know what I mean. Doesn't have to be wood. Just some sort of music machine. We had all sorts of impractical alt modes way back, right? Getaway: *SNEAKY LITTLE FRICKER* FakeProwl: ... Maccadam's used to have an instrument who performed sometimes. Chillsins: (( I have a mighty need for gross tea brb. )) FakeProwl: His name was... Tax? Ticks? And he turned into a... something with a keyboard. NoodlesAtNight: ((i have not seen this in years and this is an old movie so i apologize if there's anything unexpectedly horrible about it. i do know there's a running gag about a fellow who thinks he's roosevelt though.)) Chillsins: *Snorts at the screen.* FakeProwl: *baseball! Prowl is already pleased.* Chillsins: *A brawl!* FakeProwl: *not as pleased by the brawl* chronosmith: ((ye there's a bit of general insensitivity about mental illness but nothing much much worse)) chronosmith: Never met any instruments, myself. FakeProwl: *right. yes. Soundwave asked a question.* Getaway: *pleased by Prowl's confirmation* Knew there had to be -something- like that in the Taxonomy. NoodlesAtNight: *Takes note of this Tax-Ticks-Whoever instrument person* chronosmith: Okay, now THIS, this is Carey Grant. chronosmith: When we get around to having Culture Club again, you'll see him once moe. chronosmith: *moe Getaway: Which one? The one with the curly kibble? Chillsins: *Decides to creep around and find seating as close to Whirl as is possible, without actually sitting on Whirl.* chronosmith: The guy who just took his sunglasses off. chronosmith: *will scoot his chair abit, but only so he can lean back and put his feet where they belong, on Windchill* Chillsins: 'Stinks with atmosphere,' nice. Chillsins: *Accepts the feet.* Getaway: Ahuh. *ngl mostly tells organics apart by their clothes* NoodlesAtNight: [[Kind of them.]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «With the public affection, I was referring to—publicly making out, or interfacing, or... overly sappy conversation. Unsubtle things that are hard for others to ignore.» Chillsins: Well, that's never a good sign. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Subtler affection, I'm fine with. And, subtle physical contact.» chronosmith: *gradually becoming more horizontal* NoodlesAtNight: *Quietly relieved. Acknowledging ping.* FakeProwl: *... they want to send teddy to a what.* FakeProwl: *they'd better not.* Chillsins: *Steeples his talons.* NoodlesAtNight: *Now wants to know what's in that seat that's so interesting.* FakeProwl: ... So, he presently DOESN'T love her for her mind. chronosmith: It was a joke, I think. chronosmith: The dude's a wordsmith, you know how they are. NoodlesAtNight: [[...Over a waterfall in a barrel...?]] chronosmith: I dunno. Sounds kind of fun to me. chronosmith: I'd go over a waterfall in a barrel. FakeProwl: It wouldn't have been a joke he was comfortable with making if he wasn't comfortable with suggesting he doesn't value her mind. Chillsins: *Nods.* chronosmith: I suggest you -maybe- not read too much into it, Prowl. *dry look* Just a thought. Chillsins: *Raises hand.* NoodlesAtNight: *Hmm. A good point. He nods.* NoodlesAtNight: [[He does not see what is romantic about dashing each other to pieces on a lake filled with rocks.]] FakeProwl: *he will read as much into it as he cares to and nobody can stop him* chronosmith: Well, Soundwave, if you can't see the romance in THAT, I can't help you. chronosmith: *adopts his Teacher Voice* Yes, Windchill? Getaway: *snorts* NoodlesAtNight: *Looks at Getaway* [[You agree with Whirl?]] chronosmith: *NOT THE WORMS* NoodlesAtNight: *...What? What is it?* chronosmith: *snickers* chronosmith: This guy's faces... Chillsins: My boyfriend says I'm dumb almost every day. It's a joke we're comfortable with making because we both know it's not true. FakeProwl: *considering that he was talking about a dead body when he saw whatever-it-was...* Chillsins: *Winces at his wince.* Chillsins: Murderous old ladies, my kind of people. Getaway: Agree about what? The joke, or the barrel? chronosmith: *as the reveal becomes more and more obvious, Whirl's started to snicker* NoodlesAtNight: *Suddenly VERY amused* NoodlesAtNight: [[Both, he supposes.]] Chillsins: *Shouldn't be snickering, is anyway.* FakeProwl: *quietly leans forward, puts his elbows on his knees, and laces his hands in front of his mouth* FakeProwl: ((y'know the movie calls them "sisters" but I ain't buying it. these are sweet old murderous lesbians.)) NoodlesAtNight: *Small glance. He wonders if that's the Serious Thought pose or the Trying Not To Laugh pose.* chronosmith: ((omg)) NoodlesAtNight: ((lmao)) NoodlesAtNight: [[Ah, a pumpkin. Smokescreen would have liked that part.]] chronosmith: ((also fyi i'm imagining Getaway is sitting on a chaise that did not exist until he needed to lounge on it)) Getaway: ((you know it)) Getaway: ((the laziest drape)) Chillsins: (( Good. )) Chillsins: THE WHAT chronosmith: *constant snickering* Chillsins: (( His voice. )) FakeProwl: *"that's what we did with the others." and now Prowl's shoulders are trembling.* chronosmith: This guy's a joy to watch. NoodlesAtNight: *Is, by now, wobbling slightly. If he were a vocal mech, he'd be laughing so hard.* NoodlesAtNight: [[He really is.]] Chillsins: I suppose I have to respect a death toll like that. Chillsins: *His eyebrows are escaping into the upper atmosphere.* NoodlesAtNight: *Watches them go* chronosmith: *They Ascend* Chillsins: *They're gone.* Getaway: Prowl's right about the 'joke'. Mostly. He might not mean anything, and the other human might not mind, but humor's still the best way to learn what folks think is or isn't out of the ordinary. Getaway: ...As for the barrel, I might get in one, but you sure wouldn't catch me hitting the bottom. chronosmith: I don't think even YOU can escape GRAVITY. Getaway: *heh* chronosmith: Unless you've secretly been a triple-changer all along. NoodlesAtNight: [[...Do you suppose they've kept the meter running?]] Chillsins: Sometimes the joke is what's out of the ordinary, in my experience_ Getaway: The secret is to get -out- of the barrel before gravity becomes a problem. Chillsins: *interrupts himself to point* Chillsins: CAT. Chillsins: *Cat is gone, escaped just like his eyebrows.* Chillsins: *Frowns.* NoodlesAtNight: [[The poor Elaine human.]] chronosmith: ((our new dryer sings a song when it's done omfg)) FakeProwl: ... He could have told her it was a family emergency. Chillsins: (( LOVELY. )) chronosmith: Yeah. NoodlesAtNight: [[For twelve other humans' families, perhaps.]] FakeProwl: ((the washing machine at my family's home sings. 0u0)) FakeProwl: *SNRK* chronosmith: I mean, even I'D do a better job than THAT. FakeProwl: True. His family caused the emergency, though. Chillsins: I guess he's trying to protect her by keeping her out of it, but that tends to not work out. Chillsins: *Oh dear, he can see where this is going.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Where will they store this one, up the fireplace?]] chronosmith: *snickering again* FakeProwl: *he keeps saying sanitarium. would he stop.* Chillsins: (( I, too, have eaten berries out of a cemetery.)) Chillsins: *JUMPS AT THE SCREAM* FakeProwl: *shoulders trembling* Getaway: ((why do they want to kill people again)) NoodlesAtNight: ((they think they're on a mission of mercy for old lonely people essentially)) Chillsins: (( As an act of mercy. )) Chillsins: That's putting it lightly. chronosmith: *outright LAUGHS* FakeProwl: Don't commit him for the sins of his aunts! NoodlesAtNight: [[Most cruel.]] chronosmith: *nods* FakeProwl: *this movie is a dizzying array of whiplash. first it's hilarious murder and then it's back to trying to shove that poor man into a sanitarium* chronosmith: Can't say I'd wanna end up in a place like that. I'm surprised it hasn't HAPPEned, ACTUALLY. Getaway: They already told him he doesn't do it. Maybe he's trying to get him away from -them-. Chillsins: *Snorts.* FakeProwl: A sanitarium isn't an improvement. Chillsins: *Cackles* Chillsins: ... chronosmith: *looks to Windchill* Have you and your mech made it official, yet? Chillsins: How do you mean? Bonded? No. chronosmith: ((THERE E IS!!! PETER! LORRE!!)) Chillsins: *The Frankenstein monster just broke in? Okay* chronosmith: "Bonded"? chronosmith: Is that like a Conjunx sorta deal? Chillsins: Eh...kind of? Getaway: ...That took a dark turn. NoodlesAtNight: [[...The serial murders weren't?]] Chillsins: I have no idea whether getting married makes people act any stranger, if that's what you're asking. chronosmith: I don't think anything could make YOU stranger than you ARE. Chillsins: ...I guess we'll find out, eh? Getaway: They might've been, if the film took them seriously. *black humor without the humors just black* NoodlesAtNight: *Looks up Boris Car-Lot on the datanet* NoodlesAtNight: *Oh. Yes, Karloff. Thank you, Google. He does see a resemblance.* Getaway: ((OOC SNORT)) Chillsins: (( My god. )) NoodlesAtNight: ((is it glitching for anyone else or is my internet just a butt today)) FakeProwl: ((it's fine here)) chronosmith: ((it's running fine here!)) Chillsins: (( I haven't noticed anything! )) Getaway: ((im fine)) chronosmith: Pfft. Chillsins: *Is beyond making noises at this point.* chronosmith: Looks like everyBODY wants to get into the Brewster place. Chillsins: *bats Whirl's foot. How dare he make a pun!* chronosmith: *smug look* NoodlesAtNight: *Soft huff* FakeProwl: Pf. NoodlesAtNight: [[Of course he's been patient. He's been dead.]] Getaway: *his puns were better whirl* Getaway: *and you stared so disapprovingly at him* Chillsins: *Leans over, bringing his horrific nostrils dangerously close to Whirl's punny feet.* chronosmith: *and he'll do it again, too* chronosmith: *whirl considers himself exempt from Bad Pun Rules* Chillsins: *Sniffs loudly* chronosmith: ...*watches Windchill* Careful with the merchandise. Getaway: *of course you do. everyone who makes puns does* Chillsins: *Sniffs again, the vent covers on either side of his face retracting.* Chillsins: Smells like... *sniffs* Smells like... *SNIFFS* chronosmith: Are you about to do something weird to my foot. chronosmith: You'd better not. Chillsins: *GASPS* Chillsins: TREE STARS! chronosmith: *abruptly raises his foot, bumping it quickly but not too hashly into Windchill's forehead* Chillsins: ACK! chronosmith: Oops. Chillsins: *Clutches his head in mostly-mock agony.* chronosmith: *looks to the room in general* I've damaged my footstool. Chillsins: I just wanted to tell you that your foot smells like...a weed. Getaway: ((rita did not like that noise)) chronosmith: Well I WAS tending to my plants, earlier. But not with my FEET. Chillsins: *Sits up, rubbing his forehead.* FakeProwl: PFF-- *presses laced hands to mouth* Chillsins: Close enough, maybe. Chillsins: I didn't know you were growing a weed. chronosmith: I've got a lot of plants, right now. NoodlesAtNight: *An audible pff! Victory.* Chillsins: I'm calling the police. NoodlesAtNight: [[He's right there.]] *Motions to Prowl* chronosmith: Good news. They're right there. *nods to Prowl* chronosmith: ... NoodlesAtNight: *Amused helm bob* chronosmith: *likewise* Chillsins: ...I've changed my mind. chronosmith: Pfft. chronosmith: And--just as planned. I'm free to keep practicing my dastardly deeds, Chillsins: *Is an enabler.* chronosmith: This is a hell of a honeymoon. FakeProwl: *skeptical side glance* What am I being called for. Chillsins: *Whistles innocently.* Chillsins: *GAGS.* NoodlesAtNight: [[He has no interest in being bonded, but if he did, he would prefer a little less murder for the celebration.]] chronosmith: Depends on who's doing the murdering, I say. Chillsins: Hmm. Chillsins: Kill him. chronosmith: But, obviously, I feel likewise. Getaway: *optical ridges ascend after chill's* chronosmith: In regards to, you know, a conjunx Chillsins: *Space is not so lonely anymore.* chronosmith: *SNICKERING AGAIN* Chillsins: Wow. Chillsins: *Narrows optics.* FakeProwl: Why doesn't he tell her anything. FakeProwl: Divorce him. NoodlesAtNight: [[It seems she is.]] FakeProwl: Good. Chillsins: She deserves better. Getaway: Probably not too late to revoke the license. chronosmith: For once, I agree with Mr. Personality over there. NoodlesAtNight: *Quiet huff* Chillsins: *Covers his mouth.* Chillsins: That's...quite an aspiration to have. chronosmith: *laughing again* chronosmith: butters: ((This is Arsenic and LAce, then? NoodlesAtNight: ((ye)) butters: ((I will need to watch this from the beginning on my own time FakeProwl: *the shaking has moved down his shoulders. it's now taken over his back and arms.* NoodlesAtNight: *Secretly pleased by this. Maybe there will be an unrestrained laugh by the end of the night.* Chillsins: *SPITS* chronosmith: *hopefully not on MY FEET* NoodlesAtNight: [[Oh, they're well past sickness.]] Chillsins: *Maybe just a little?* NoodlesAtNight: *Ah, it's Rumble.* chronosmith: *shoots Windchill a dirty look* chronosmith: ((omfg)) chronosmith: ((that little nerd)) Chillsins: *Wipes his mouth unapologetically.* Getaway: ((i feel like im supposed to find this movie funnier than i actually do....)) FakeProwl: ((I'm finding it funny)) Getaway: ((whenever prowl laughs i have no idea what hes laughing at because i didnt detect a joke)) NoodlesAtNight: ((it's usually a hit or miss deal)) FakeProwl: ((it slowed down for a while after johnny showed up but it's picking back up)) chronosmith: ((most of he comedy, I find, is in Carey Grant's acting)) FakeProwl: ((well. there's also lag. it takes time after the joke for me to type a laugh.)) chronosmith: ((if a different actor were the lead I doubt I'd enjoy this half as much)) Chillsins: (( I find it funny but I also have a morbid sense of humour. )) Getaway: ((i mean its certainly very silly but perhaps im unused to the style of comedic timing... they back and forth so fast sometimes)) NoodlesAtNight: ((cary grant movies tend to jump back and forth between serious moments and frenetic silliness)) FakeProwl: ((I'm into frenetic silliness)) Getaway: ((i like morbid humor! but yeah i think its. the tone jumping around and the franticness thats losing me)) NoodlesAtNight: ((it's cool if you're not as into it! i'll run other things in the future too)) butters: ((good old fashion absurd setups and rapid delivery FakeProwl: ((two of y'all are named Guest.)) FakeProwl: ((guest #2 with the black bunny on the green grass, who are you)) butters: ((You're named Guest for me Chillsins: (( I see three guests. )) butters: ((Black bunny is Butters FakeProwl: ((WHY AM I NAMED GUEST)) chronosmith: ((Same, three guests here. Prowl, Getaway, and the new one)) NoodlesAtNight: ((rabbit has a glitch lately i think)) butters: ((dunno. your name appears when you're typing, but it's posting under 'Guest' FakeProwl: ((*re-changes it*)) butters: ((perhaps it's an account thing? FakeProwl: ((hrmph. Yeah, that's what Getaway's is doing for me.)) FakeProwl: ((but you're just Guest-Guest, butters)) chronosmith: ((Guestaway)) Chillsins: What was that conversation. NoodlesAtNight: ((LOL Guestaway)) butters: ((this work? NoodlesAtNight: ((nope)) FakeProwl: ((well. now you're Guest-Butters.)) butters: ((Welp. I am a Mystery Getaway: ((guestaway!)) NoodlesAtNight: [[Well-deserved.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[Her shutting the window.]] Getaway: *what an intro to earth this has been* NoodlesAtNight: *...Is this Getaway's first encounter with humans, so to speak?* NoodlesAtNight: *Oh dear.* chronosmith: *GOOD* Getaway: *hes barely been on cybertron let alone earth* NoodlesAtNight: *Good thing it wasn't the movie about the giant spider, then.* Getaway: *hes been briefed, of course, but yeah* chronosmith: *maybe whirl can arrange to strategically only show him things that'll give him the wrong idea...* Chillsins: *Count Chill in on evil plots* FakeProwl: ((show him cartoons with singing dogs)) NoodlesAtNight: *Must remember that stunt for future use.* Chillsins: LEt me guess, it's signed as Theodore Roosevelt. Getaway: *doesnt know who teddy roosevelt is* chronosmith: ((PFFT. this scene on stage must be a riot)) Chillsins: For crying out loud. FakeProwl: *annnd he's trembling again.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Art imitates reality.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[Or, perhaps, the other way around.]] NoodlesAtNight: *That is an impressive array of tools.* Getaway: ((oh look its shockwaves medkit)) chronosmith: If I were in that situation, I'd strangle myself to spite him, really. FakeProwl: *oh. that's a good look. rope around the neck connected to a rope around the knees and keeping his legs up. Prowl's gotta remember that one.* chronosmith: Not that squeezing my neck would do much of anything. Chillsins: I'd pee on him. chronosmith: PFF-- Chillsins: *can't, but it's the thought that counts.* NoodlesAtNight: [[You and certain Bumblebees would get along.]] Chillsins: I don't know what you mean. Chillsins: *sighs* butters: ((omg Chillsins: *GROANS IN FRUSTRATION.* Getaway: Oh, Primus... FakeProwl: Pffffeh. NoodlesAtNight: *RECORDED THAT* FakeProwl: *he's been doing so good* Chillsins: Wow. Getaway: Wow. Everyone in this film is an imbecile. Chillsins: That's quite the scene. chronosmith: *snickering* NoodlesAtNight: [[...A captive audience.]] Chillsins: *Ropes, nightstick, uniform, fascinating.* Chillsins: *SPITS AGAIN* Chillsins: *THAT PUN* Chillsins: *Rocking back and forth* chronosmith: *removes his feet and sits up* Chillsins: *He can't deal with this.* chronosmith: *once again, just continually gleefully snickering* Chillsins: *SQUEAKS* FakeProwl: *just. sustained trembling.* Getaway: ((....no?)) butters: ((Exactly Getaway: ((presidents dont interrogate spies lmao)) FakeProwl: ((presidents don't take shovels and help dig the panama canal themselves.)) butters: ((tbh let Roosevelt interrogate whoever he wants. He can bugle them Chillsins: *Seems to be calming down, for now.* Chillsins: CALLED IT chronosmith: Heh. NoodlesAtNight: [[Unnecessary. Nobody knows of the cellar bodies.]] Chillsins: *Snickers.* butters: ((oh.. oh no NoodlesAtNight: ((i've never liked this part of the ending tbh)) NoodlesAtNight: ((poor fellow)) Getaway: ((WOW)) Getaway: ((SIR)) NoodlesAtNight: ((yeahhhh)) chronosmith: ((yeah 8/ )) Chillsins: (( *INHALES* )) FakeProwl: ((8/)) butters: ((my attention diverted at the worst moment what did he say FakeProwl: (("lock up my aunts two, a couple sane folks will get lost in the shuffle")) butters: ((8/ butters: Yesterday Getaway: ((i mean theyre murderers but whaaat)) chronosmith: ((he free)) Getaway: ((i wasnt aware 'igor' was a german accent)) NoodlesAtNight: ((...........i never got the frankenstein + igor thing before omg)) Getaway: ((hahaha yeah im p sure its a giant reference)) Chillsins: WHAT? chronosmith: *streeetches* FakeProwl: *that was an incredibly mixed bag.* chronosmith: Definitely worth a watch, even if just for Carey Grant. NoodlesAtNight: *Joins the stretch. He disliked the fate of some of the humans, but the murder comedy parts were good.* FakeProwl: *hilarious, yes. but mixed with some very. very. uncomfortable content.* Getaway: *stretches* Humans are wild. Getaway: ((i like how everyone just stretches)) chronosmith: Yeah. Well, there you have it, Getaway. *gestures to the screen* Human cinema. Chillsins: I don't know what I was expecting. chronosmith: ((we all bee sittin so still...)) NoodlesAtNight: *Soundwave has long limbs in awkward configurations, sitting too long gets him all cramped up* Chillsins: *Windchill's eyebrows descend from outer space.* NoodlesAtNight: *Ah, yes. He wondered where those went.* Getaway: *will leave his to spy on the club when hes gone* NoodlesAtNight: *You take those with you, sir. No abandoned body parts.* FakeProwl: ((lol)) Getaway: *fiiiine. not like he didnt take the first 20 minutes to side-eye canvass the place anyway* chronosmith: Thanks for the film, Chatterbox. NoodlesAtNight: [[You're welcome. He will try to find something with a better ending next time.]] chronosmith: *salutes* Chillsins: You leaving? chronosmith: Yeah, gonna roll on home. NoodlesAtNight: *It's a club, Getaway. There's not a lot of Evil Decepticon Secrets to be seen.* NoodlesAtNight: [[Safe returns. Farewell.]] Chillsins: *Nods. He accepts this.* Getaway: *course not. layouts are still good. exits, you know. in case this is ever just a trap* NoodlesAtNight: *There's only one exit, and that'll be the front doors.* Chillsins: *Unless you're Kool Aid* Getaway: *oh he can make an exit if he has to* chronosmith: You too, mech. chronosmith: *nudges Windchill* Later, loser. Chillsins: Bye, sucker. Chillsins: *Is the real sucker here.* chronosmith: *he will spare Getaway a sidelong look and a subtle nod as he goes, as well* Getaway: *breezy handwave* NoodlesAtNight: *BOY don't you go blowing holes in his home* Getaway: *dont give him reason to and he probably wont* Chillsins: *What happens if THIS boy pees on the floor?* NoodlesAtNight: *He will call up Smokescreen and Wall of Shame both of you.* Chillsins: *But then Smokescreen might meet a REAL LIFE VAMPIRE* NoodlesAtNight: *That's the whole planet.* Chillsins: *...True.* Getaway: *txen needs to finish painting her nails before bedtime but getaway is definitely going to casually run social interference/fully expect prowls hologram doesnt have reason to stick around Soundwave. not that prowl couldnt pretend to leave so that getaway leaves and then just boop back lol.* NoodlesAtNight: *Getaway, would you just like a tag that says "Official Chaperone."* FakeProwl: *that's great! prowl gets to hang out with getaway AND soundwave.* Getaway: *yes he probably would* Chillsins: I'm scared. Getaway: ((aw prowl bb)) NoodlesAtNight: [[Why are you scared?]] FakeProwl: *even better if they pretend to be polite to each other convincingly enough that he can't pick up the underlying seething hostility at first glance* Chillsins: Puppets...are unnerving. NoodlesAtNight: *Also he only agrees with half of Prowl's assessment.* NoodlesAtNight: [[What's wrong with puppets?]] Chillsins: *A friend tried to teach him to count by making him watch Sesame Street once. It didn't work.* Chillsins: I think they're creepy. Chillsins: It's the eyes. FakeProwl: *80s rock, huh.* FakeProwl: *strongly suspects that soundwave is figuring out prowl's musical tastes.* NoodlesAtNight: *Actually, it's mostly the mun's choice, but he has noticed a few responses, so why not?* NoodlesAtNight: [[Strange. Usually it's the lack of optics that disturb people.]] NoodlesAtNight: [[He should know.]] Chillsins: Better no eyes than dead eyes, I say. Getaway: *one of these days getaway needs an excuse to show soundy his musical taste/swing dancing* NoodlesAtNight: *On that day, Soundwave will be torn like a piece of paper before Buzzsaw's wings.* NoodlesAtNight: *To appreciate or to hate more for ruining swing dancing? A dilemma.* NoodlesAtNight: [[You would be one of the first.]] Chillsins: I always was special like that. A natural born rebel. NoodlesAtNight: *Helm bob. He rather figured, what with the Decepticon talk Whirl's always on with.* Getaway: ((i realized 'official bodyguard' is more accurate to what getawayd want a badge of, since its in everyones best interests not to let him know theres anything to chaperone) NoodlesAtNight: ((...a good point)) FakeProwl: ((fair)) Chillsins: 😮 Chillsins: *He LOVES DEPECHE MODE WTF* NoodlesAtNight: *Is now two for two, then.* FakeProwl: *"Enjoy The Silence". Snort. Appropriate.* Getaway: *wanna go for 3?~* NoodlesAtNight: *Oh, he can probably think of something fitting* Chillsins: *These music videos though.* Getaway: *pauses to look at the speaker the musics coming from* ...I should really take a look at Earth music sometime. NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Question: Getaway knows alliance exists? Chillsins: It's the best. Chillsins: Except for country. NoodlesAtNight: [[You should. It has its charms.]] NoodlesAtNight: *Uuuuugh being poliiiiiite* Chillsins: *Clenches fist.* FakeProwl: I can send you some. Getaway: ((THERE HE NOW HAS A CANONICAL REASON TO KNOW EARTH SONGS)) NoodlesAtNight: *Oh thank Primus he doesn't have to be the one.* Getaway: Sure, Boss. FakeProwl: I don't have a lot. But I'll transfer what I have. NoodlesAtNight: *There. One for Getaway.* Getaway: ((PFFF)) Getaway: ((HIS THEME)) Chillsins: *WHAT IS THIS* Chillsins: *Snickering* Getaway: A small starting point's better than nothing-- *quizzical look at this song choice* NoodlesAtNight: [[It reminds him of some of the old cities.]] Chillsins: *Applauds* Chillsins: *WHAT IS THAT SCARY THING* Chillsins: (( That frikkin game. )) NoodlesAtNight: ((pretend that one isn't labeled or something)) Chillsins: (( I COULDN'T GET PAST THE FIRST DEVASTATOR FIGHT WITHOUT LOWERING THE DIFFICULTY )) FakeProwl: ((i don't have it yet :,) NoodlesAtNight: ((it's a fun time if cheesy)) FakeProwl: ((cheesy times are the BEST fun times)) Chillsins: (( IT'S FUN and it gets easier as you go. I played Wheeljack as often as possible. MY BOY. )) NoodlesAtNight: ((Wheeljack was for real the best to play as.)) Chillsins: (( I almost got whooped by Shockwave too, he's a beast. )) Chillsins: (( Wheeljack + SNIPER RIFLE. )) FakeProwl: ((i'm disappointed by the limited character options tbh)) Getaway: ((my roomies got the ps subscription whatever and it was a free monthly game a while back)) Chillsins: (( i'm always a sniper ho though. )) Chillsins: (( YEAH no 'cons? only like five bots? TRAGIC. )) NoodlesAtNight: ((okiedokie i'm gonna call it a night in about 7)) Chillsins: (( o7 )) NoodlesAtNight: ((also did prowl miss his question re: getaway earlier?)) NoodlesAtNight: ((and snipers unite)) FakeProwl: ((... I skipped the @ and thought he was asking getaway LMAO)) NoodlesAtNight: ((DEAR GOD NO)) NoodlesAtNight: (([][][]If you don't know, now you know.[][][])) Getaway: ((GEE)) FakeProwl: ((uhh I don't remember if it's EXPLICITLY come up but he's made allusions to working with Soundwave before)) FakeProwl: ((if it hasn't come up in RP, it's probably come up off-screen)) Getaway: (( he knows about 'this dude is useful and we're working with him' not the """""""alliance""""""")) Chillsins: (( jfc that game. Most overpowered character: Knock Out. )) FakeProwl: ((well no Prowl wouldn't have told him about the """"""alliance"""""" but he might've told him about the "alliance")) Getaway: ((yes, just saying it depends what soundy meant)) NoodlesAtNight: ((oh, i just meant the "working together" part)) NoodlesAtNight: ((bleh i wanted the one without the player talking over it. oh well. that'll be about it *stretch*)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «He knows we are working together. He doesn't know we're... sssocializing significantly.» FakeProwl: ((THERE. BELATEDLY.)) NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): Understood. Soundwave will keep secret. Chillsins: *Stretches. Time to go home.* NoodlesAtNight: *Stands up and turns to face them all.* [[He appreciates the company, but he will have work soon.]] Chillsins: *Lifts leg* Chillsins: *Work it bby* NoodlesAtNight: *Amused* FakeProwl: ((as long as he's not preparing to pee)) Chillsins: (( There are worse things he could be doing. )) Chillsins: *Lowers his leg and slides out of the seat.* NoodlesAtNight: @Prowl: (txt): However, new Fullstasis game welcome when Prowl moments: free. Impending assignment: dull. NoodlesAtNight: [[He will consider hosting something else soon. Until then.]] NoodlesAtNight: *Busies himself cleaning* Chillsins: *Ambles for the exit before he tricks himself into cleaning whether it's appreciated or not.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I don't have much to do until work; I'm waiting for reports to come in. I'll ping you my moves. You can have the first one.» Chillsins: I'll see you guys LATER. Getaway: All right then. *hops up with a little 'hup'* ...Thhaaanks. *doesnt have a lot of spark behind that-- not like he was actually on soundys invite list anyway* Chillsins: *Is never on the invite list, don't feel bad, just crash the party!* NoodlesAtNight: [[...Yes. You're welcome.]] *Even less spark behind his, since his is more withered.* Chillsins: *Windchill, and his wayward eyebrows, vanish into the night.* NoodlesAtNight: *Visible nod to Windchill and an acknowledging ping to Prowl. He will start with... that one, then. There you go.* FakeProwl: I hope to see you at more movie nights. *the only sincere one* NoodlesAtNight: *PROWL, WHY. HE THOUGHT YOU LIKED HIM* FakeProwl: *shhh, #3. he's talking to #2.* Chillsins: (( Windchill has no idea who Getaway even is WHOOPS. Maybe one day. BUT NOT TODAY. )) NoodlesAtNight: *Faaaaaair* NoodlesAtNight: ((One day!)) FakeProwl: ((... yknow i don't think prowl knows who windchill is, besides the person whirl does his furniture kink stuff with)) Chillsins: ((.......)) Chillsins: (( Well he's not WRONG. )) FakeProwl: ((they've been at so many movie nights together......)) Chillsins: (( Windchill is That Guy with the furniture kink and Awful Opinions. )) Chillsins: (( That's all we know... )) Getaway: Whirl's invited me to that club you guys started, so yeah. Probably! *small eye-smile* ...Say-- I know you're busy, but what're the chances of, like... you beaming up to say hi a little more often? Maybe when the rec room's not in use? NoodlesAtNight: ((And an obsession with butts and an egg, Soundwave says. Also a Decepticon who doesn't repair himself like he ought.)) NoodlesAtNight: ((And an interesting sense of humor)) Chillsins: (( Hey WHOA now. He's also obsessed with boobs. )) FakeProwl: *dryly* I don't think the captain would appreciate that. FakeProwl: I'll find some arrangement. Getaway: *little eyeroll* Not even in holoform, huh? Am I gonna have to install something in my room? FakeProwl: I think the captain would appreciate that even less than letting me into authorized visitor rooms. NoodlesAtNight: *...Silently wonders if he could patch in and peek around Getaway's room if Getaway did that.* NoodlesAtNight: *Puts the thought aside and keeps moving chairs back where they go* FakeProwl: But there are other possibilities. Digital meetings. Holomatter projectors in third party locations. Et cetera. FakeProwl: *isn't going to suggest THIS third party location. he's not gonna be that cruel to Soundwave.* Getaway: *tsks in mock disappointment-- what the captain doesnt know wont hurt him~* Figured that might be the case. NoodlesAtNight: *See? Mindful, like he said a few months ago.* FakeProwl: *what the captain doesn't know is something the captain will probably find out later and pitch a fit about, and Prowl doesn't need that kind of drama.* Chillsins: (( I'm out. 'NIGHT GUYS. Thanks for stream! )) Getaway: *fair* FakeProwl: ((NIGHT)) NoodlesAtNight: ((night! thank you for coming!!)) Chillsins: (( o7! )) Getaway: Ah, I better head back. Seeya round, Boss. *casual salute* FakeProwl: Evening. FakeProwl: *Soundwave gets a farewell ping, and Prowl's first move* NoodlesAtNight: [[Take care, Getaway.]] *Or don't. You know, he doesn't care.* FakeProwl: *and disappears* FakeProwl: *he's trusting you two not to kill each other when he's gone.* Getaway: Later, Soundwave. Say hi to Laserbeak for me~ *jaunts on off to the door and bridging area* NoodlesAtNight: *Waits until both are gone to HUFF AT THAT* NoodlesAtNight: *And finish cleaning, figure out a second move, and hop on paperwork check.*

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