#put 'em on a spaceship or somethin'

[i-am-just-a-skeleton]

sooo i very much like @strangler-fish's little Starhopper aliens and, well. you all know me, of course i had to draw little alien versions of Queen

i love these little guys they're so fun to draw

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Floyd Leech - Beach Wear Vignette

"'Flying Jellyfish'"

[Uninhabited Island – Sea]

Floyd: WAHOOOO!! GOIN' FOR ANOTHER FLIP!

[waves CRAAASH down]

Floyd: YAAAY! THIS FEELS AWESOME～♪

[waves CRAAASH down]

Jack: That guy's pretty amazing. He's getting better and better at surfing every time I see him.

Azul: Pbbft augh! And here I am doing everything I can to just stand on my board…

Jack: You need to work on your posture. Push your center of gravity in the direction you want to go without overdoing it.

Azul: Your advice is very rational and helpful, Jack-san. Floyd's relies too much on feeling.

Jack: Hm… …It's starting to get dark. We should probably leave the waters.

Azul: Yes, I agree. Floyd! We'll be heading back to the cottage soon!

Floyd: Ehh ～～～ Already?

Azul: It will be difficult to discern anything in the ocean at night. It's far too dangerous for us, especially now that we cannot transform back into our original mer-form.

Floyd: Fiiiine… Tch. I'm not done havin' fun, though. I wonder if there's anything we can do for fun at night around here.

Jack: At night, hm… Well, this is an uninhabited island, so it's pitch black at night. We'd only have the moonlight to do anything by. It'd be pretty impossible to do stuff outside.

Azul: Then, shall we create some kind of simple board games or card games to play inside with?

Floyd: Ehh～ Board games and card games can be done during the day, and we can play them anytime back on campus, too. That's not what I'm talking about…

Floyd: I wanna do somethin' fun that I can only do at night on this island, somethin' that's all bam and wheew and awesome!

Azul: There you go again with trying to describe it irrationally…

Floyd: Hmmm～ …AH! I GOT IT!

Floyd: Hey, hey, Azul. There's something I want you to show me how to do…

[Uninhabited Island – Near Spaceship]

Floyd: Stitch～ you there?

Stitch: ?

Floyd: So hey, can I have some of the leftover parts that you're not usin' to fix up your spaceship with?

Stitch: Ye.

Floyd: Hmm, so I wanna grind up all this metal into dust… Can you do that for me, Stitch?

Stitch: Rock and roll!

[shaka, shaka, shaka, shaka, shaka!!]

Floyd: Woah, awesome! Man, you really can do anything. You reduced a bunch of different parts to dust lickety-split.

Floyd: Mmkay, then it's Dr. Floyd's Experimentation Time～

Floyd: First, I'll start with this powder… Oh, I got green sparks!

Floyd: From this powder, I got red sparks, and this one over here gets me purple.

Floyd: And then using that rotten smellin' mud from the hot springs… I'll put it on this stick I dried… Like this…

Floyd: Aha, it's lookin' good! I'm a genius ♪

Stitch: ???

Floyd: You curious what I'm making, Stitch? This is what we call a "Flying Jellyfish."

Floyd: Uhhh, what did they call 'em on land, again? Oh, right, fireworks! Do you know what fireworks are?

Stitch: Yeah!

Floyd: Oh, are you gonna help me make some fireworks? Thanks～

Floyd: Back when we were kids, me and Jade would go up to the coastline to check 'em out. Ah, and when I say Jade, I'm talking about my brother.

Stitch: Ohana!

Floyd: Hm? Jade's not whatever that is. He's the same moray eel merman like me.

Stitch: ???

Floyd: Didn't I tell you? I'm a merman. Before I came to school, I lived in the ocean my whole life.

Floyd: And like, back in elementary school, we'd sneak up to the surface and watch the fireworks.

Floyd: My pops and mama always told us that it was dangerous for us kids to go by ourselves, so we shouldn't go near it.

Stitch: Grrr, rargh!

Floyd: Hmm? Oh, it's nothing like that. That whole thing where the humans and merfolk were afraid of each other is stuff from a long, long time ago.

Floyd: Folks've been comin' and goin' between the land and sea for a while now, ever since the mermaid princess married that human prince.

Floyd: But the reason why us elvers were told to stay away from the beaches was 'cause of the dangers of high waves or ebbing tides leavin' us stranded on the shore.

Floyd: The adults can somewhat get back on their own, but it's not that easy for the kids, y'know.

Floyd: There'd be a buncha shop all up and down the coast, too.

Floyd: Kinda like how we did the cottage here, they'd set up shops along the shoreline selling food, or accessories, or whatever.

Floyd: My parents own a few stores like that…

Floyd: But like, those were all stores for adult merfolks. They didn't like us kids goin' in by ourselves.

Floyd: So yeah, me 'n Jade would often go hang out near the beaches without tellin' them.

Floyd: 'Cause, I mean, if someone tells you not to do something, doesn't it just make you want to do it more?

Stitch: Yahahahaha!

Floyd: There's a ton of cool things to find around the shoreline… And the flying jellyfish ―the fireworks― were our favorite thing.

Floyd: It's super amazing to watch fireworks from the ocean.

Floyd: The light from the fireworks light up the dark ocean surface, sparkling like stars…

Floyd: It made me feel like I was swimming in the starry night sky.

Floyd: Oh yeah, you're from space, right, Stitch? That's so cool, I'd love to swim in the starry sky for real someday.

Floyd: I remember when I first came on land, there were a ton of things that new to me, like, strange things and weird people…

Floyd: I bet if I went to space, I'd get to see so many more awesome stuff.

Floyd: 'Cause there's a ton of other aliens like you and Gantu out there, right?

Floyd: Maaan. I bet even if I told him that I met an alien on an uninhabited island, Jade'll never believe me.

Floyd: "Your dreams are overflowing with originality, Floyd," he'd probably say.

Floyd: I know! You should come hang with us at Night Raven College someday, Stitch.

Floyd: You should bring your friends next time, too. I wanna see some crazy weird alien dudes. Like…

Floyd: Maybe an evil genius mad scientist that was the one that made you, or maybe a one-eyed federal agent who likes to wear disguises. Got anyone like that?

Stitch: Yahahahaha!

Azul: Floyd, Stitch-san. There you are. It's almost time for dinner.

Floyd: Eh, already? I got so wrapped up that time flew by so fast.

Azul: How did you do in crafting the firewor… Oh, wow! You've put together quite a lot.

Floyd: All the sticks you see bunched over there are the ones that you showed me how to make, and all these disc-lookin' ones'll spin.

Floyd: And this box over here is my own original creation!

Azul: Fireworks that you yourself put together? It won't explode all of a sudden, right…?

Floyd: It'll be fiiine, don't worry. I pumped a bit of magic into it, too.

Azul: Goodness… Once Floyd decides he wants to do something, his focus shoots through the roof.

Azul: I wish he were more like this during work, as well.

Floyd: After all that excitement, now I'm hungry. Azul, Stitch, can you guys help me carry all the fireworks?

Floyd: We can hide them on the beach and surprise the others later.

Stitch: Yeah!

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Lilia: Floyd, Stitch, what's going on? Why are you taking us outside after we all finished eating?

Ace: The further we get from the cottage, the more pitch black it is. Also, why're you makin' me carry this bucket?

Floyd: It's fine, just trust me. Hurry and follow us.

Jack/Riddle/Ace: ???

[Uninhabited Island – Beach]

Floyd: We have arrived～!

Jack: The beach…? No, you better not be thinking of surfing in this darkness.

Floyd: Wrong～ The correct answer is… This!

[Fweeeeeeee…BOOM!]

Everyone: WOOOAH…!

Lilia: What a spectacular fireworks display! Floyd, how did you prepare all this?

Floyd: Me 'n Stitch made them by grinding up the leftover junk parts into powder.

Grim/Ace/Jack: YOU MADE THESE!?

Floyd: Stitch, can you bring out the rest?

Stitch: Ooo!

[thud, thud]

Jack: Woah! All that stuff Stitch just carried out here on his back… Don't tell me those are all fireworks?

Floyd: Yuup～ I wanted to shoot some fireworks on the beach at night, so I spent all my free time today makin' these.

Grim: This is awesome! I bet we can go all night with how many we got here!

Lilia: The long, thin ones are sparklers, I see… But what's this box?

Floyd: That's my original creation.

Floyd: We'll put it over here a little bit away from us, and… Goldfish-chan, give me a light!

Riddle: Don't use people as you would a match, seriously. …Hah!

[Shwaaaaa…!]

Everyone: OOOOHH…!

Floyd: Whaddya think? Isn't it cool with the way it lights up the pitch-black ocean, makin' it all sparkly?

Ace: Floyd-senpai, this is crazy awesome～! You're a genius! Can I try one too?

Floyd: Go ahead. Do as much as you'd like.

Lilia: Ooh! This sparkler's spitting out green sparks. It's just like the Diasomnia colors ♪

Jack: This one's giving off yellow sparks. Amazing, how'd you get different colors?

Riddle: This is my first time playing with fireworks. I just have to hold this end and light the other end, yes?

Azul: We'll often have fireworks placed on top of cakes and parfaits at the Mostro Lounge for celebrations, but…

Azul: It's not a bad change of pace to do it outside like this.

Grim: Nyahaha! I wanna hold one in both hands and set 'em off!

1. I want to try the hand-held fireworks! 2. I want to try the ground fireworks!

[laughing and cheering]

Azul: You were so gung-ho in preparing these, but you haven't touched a single firework at all.

Floyd: Hmm, I just feelin' like watching right now, instead of doin' anything.

Azul: I never took you for one to become so sentimental while watching fireworks.

Azul: Perhaps you're thinking… "If only Jade could see this too?"

Floyd: Huh, why Jade?

Floyd: I mean, I guess I've thought about how he's probably running the Lounge all by himself right now, so when we get back, we're gonna get an earful of complaints, sure.

Floyd: But it's not like I thought anything like, "Wish he was here～"

Floyd: 'Cause I mean, isn't it more fun to do our own thing and then come back with stories to tell?

Floyd: And if we like what we hear, then next time we can go together, and if it sounds boring, then we don't gotta go.

Floyd: It's not like me 'n Jade are the same person, anyway. Like, he just up and got hooked on hiking in the mountains one day and started going off on his own.

Floyd: Doing stuff on our own is way more fun than always doing the same thing together.

Floyd: 'Sides… If we were together all the time 'round the clock, I bet we'd suuuper hate each other’s guts about now.

Floyd: Like, back when we were kids, we'd get into huge fights and beat each other senseless almost every day.

Azul: Your sibling quarrels are really quite dreadful… I was quite shocked the first time I observed it happen.

Floyd: C'mon, we don't fight as much anymore. But that's 'cause we know if we go all out, our lives would be on the line.

Floyd: Eh, but when we do, we still go at it pretty hard.

[multiple fireworks goes off at once]

Riddle: Hey, Stitch! Grim! Don't get so greedy and light all those fireworks at once!

Stitch/Grim: NYAHA～!

Floyd: Ooh, looks like Stitch 'n them are havin' a blast!

Floyd: I think I'm feelin' like joinin' in now ♪

Azul: Heh. “Something fun that can only be done at night on this island, something bam and wheew and awesome”… Right, I see.

Azul: Have you been sated enough with this, Floyd?

Floyd: Eh～? You think I'd be satisfied just doin' this?

Azul: That was foolish of me to ask. I'm certain by tomorrow, you'll be searching for a different stimulus.

Floyd: See, you know me. Wonder what I should do tomorrow?

Floyd: Not every day that we get tossed onto an uninhabited island like this, so.

Floyd: Just so I can make Jade say, "Please take me with you next time" after he hears my stories…

Floyd: I'm gonna play and go wild and do all the stuff I wanna do, and make sure I have so much fun I don't have time to get bored at all ♪

Requested by Anonymous.

[eyeknowmayhem]

“it’s for everybody at hq, yeah.” He’s sure if he asked what they wanted he would be getting a grocery list too fucking long. So he won’t bother. There’s a packaged lollipop with a scorpion inside hanging out with the rest of the key chains. He shoved in one — scratch that, all 3 into his coat pockets. He keeps scanning the shelf to look for something specific, but— it’s plenty difficult. He has to push up on his tip toes to reach the kitchenware. Lindsey needs a new coffee mug; the last one got shattered by mondo and Seymour trying to, allegedly, play beer pong. He doesn’t believe them for a second.

Speaking of geckos, it’s— near the plushie section where Superfly lingers. In the piles of dinosaurs, big cats, and killer whales, a gecko isn’t too outta place. Trade the green for blue scales and orange polka dots and it would be a dead-ringer for sure. It’s tempting to make a joke; the last time they talked about mondo was— was. (“I ruined him just like I ruined everything else.”) the worst. He knows better than to reopen old memories, not tonight of all nights. “I’m sure we can find something for your freeloaders too. God forbid I forget something and I’m the bad guy. You’d think I’m forcing em to do hard labor to actually clean up after their own messes.” It’s complaining, but not - mean. Mutanimals are a unit, and well— he knew what he was getting into. “Sorry. Just, y’know.” He laughs. “Clogged toilets. Fucking Christ,”

He walks on over. He takes a backpack shaped like a spaceship and puts the mug inside. On his way— eyeing the plush pile like he’s looking for a specific— there. A sea turtle with magnetic fins. It’s big ol shell barely fits in the bag, but hey, maybe it’ll cushion the mug. “I dunno. Slash keeps asking for the astronaut ice cream even though we got perfectly good ice cream at home. And it doesn’t taste like chalk.” Beat. “Hold on,” He grabs another gecko from the pile, and the backpack can barely accommodate both of them. It’s fine, he’s driving back. Or, most likely, badger superfly into taking him an express airway, so to speak. Only after he gets the backpack in order, does he look at him again.

“You can get somethin for yourself too, y’know. It’s not like either of us are footing the bill.” It would be left for the unlucky bastards who have to take inventory for tomorrow; who’s gonna miss a few plushies and overpriced trinkets anyway? It’s better off, to remember this night where something not terrible happened, for a change.

     AS THEY CONTINUE to move through the museum, it is done initially in silence, with no further word exchanged between them. ‘Fly wonders briefly if he ought to say something just to keep the mood light, but then he questions if Hob might not be in the mood for any further discussion. Either way, he can’t think of anything to say.

     It winds up being Hob who breaks the silence, and his words make the fly internally wince, prepared to issue an apology for placing his hands on him  ( he knows he has his reason, he knows that it did admittedly de-escalate things. He would still be sorry if it breached a boundary nonetheless because it seemed the gracious thing to do ). However, the cat mutant continues on, and ‘Fly soon realizes that Hob isn’t annoyed with him at all. He’s actually…THANKING him. Out of politeness, he manages to hide his surprise, offering the other a small nod.

     “ Of course, “ he responds first to his thanks, then adds, “ You have done the same for me. It is only right to return it. “ Not ‘you would do the same;’ ‘you HAVE.’ And perhaps the instances of Hob expressing patience are not quite the same as Superfly expressing it towards him in this case, but that does not mean that Hob is any less owed the same kindness. There’s a small hesitation, contemplating saying the next thing at the risk of sounding…SAPPY, but he takes the risk anyway:  “ Besides, what sort of friend would I be if I did not ? “

     They’ve reached the gift shop now, and with it comes Hob breaking another padlock open. When he offers Superfly the entrance first, the fly mutant gives a small huff of amusement. “ How thoughtful, “ he replies teasingly. Unsurprisingly, he has to duck to enter. At once, he finds himself attracted to the different trinkets; there are several clothing items like shirts, socks, and the like, but there are also bits of jewelry, gemstones, funky types of candy, boxes containing fun activities and stuffed animals. It’s not long before he’s picking something up — a stuffed gecko, to be precise. There’s a look of endearment there, as he holds it carefully in his claw while he fiddles with its little legs with his hand. However, there’s a bit of a pensive look on his expression as well, as though he’s carefully considering something. He briefly looks as though he’s thinking twice about it — and truthfully, he is asking himself if it’s worth it, given that his thoughts are currently drifting towards the idea of getting gifts for people who don’t want anything to do with him currently.

     As though putting a pin in the thought, he moves the stuffie from his main arms to his smaller ones before turning to Hob. “ Are you pickin’ somethin’ up for everyone ?  I mean— all your folks. “

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1843

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Annnddd I’m back! so I know it’s been a while since the last update and I just wanna thank you all for having patience with me while I finished up with college, just a warning this chapter may feel a little awkward to read due to me just getting back into my writing mind so apologises in advance for this one. Anyways I’ll quit blabbering, Enjoy everyone! :)

This was my day of reckoning, my punishment for all the bad deeds I’d done over the past couple of years…I was finally being sent to school. Okay maybe that was a tad dramatic, but can you blame me? I mean who wants to be trapped in a building against their will for 7 hours straight learning about dead guys?! No sane person would willingly agree to that crap!

I’ve tried just about everything to avoid my approaching doom, hell I even went as far as hiding in the basement surrounded by cobwebs to try and get out of this, but as per usual neither Steve or Bucky took mercy on me, hence why in currently trapped between the two. “You are aware I’m perfectly capable of walkin’ by myself aren’t ya? The looping of the arms is not needed boys” I swear down these two are being more annoying than usual, and I didn’t think that was humanly possible cause these two are basically the living embodiment of annoyance. Steve turned and raised his eyebrows at me, shaking his head as he let out a small laugh, “Yeah there’s absolutely no way I’m fallin’ for that again, last time that happened it look me and Buck an hour to get you outta that tree”. Ah crap there goes that plan.

I’m pretty sure the noise I made wasn’t even human, it was a mix between a seal and a possessed monkey “I’m not gonna get outta this am I?” “Nope” and que another frustrated groan. “Is this payback for the time I placed that bucket of flour above your bedroom door and watched the both of you turn into ghosts? If it is then I want you to know I regret nothin’” both of them stopped and glared at me, for some reason they didn’t find that as funny as I did, and I have no idea why. Okay whatever you do y/n don’t laugh, even if Steve’s face looks like a slapped arse don’t laugh! A snicker slipped past my lips and a few seconds later I was full on laughin’.  Goddamn it.

Both of em just let out a bunch of sighs and started draggin’ my butt along the street, wait there’s somethin’ I haven’t tried yet…in hindsight this is completely stupid but screw it. “OH MY GOD LOOK A SPACESHIP!” I’m pretty sure poor Bucky jumped outta his skin, Steve ended up trippin’ up and falling down, I’ll admit that I felt bad about but hey may plan worked! So why am I still standin’ there?… maybe we try this thing called running y/n! I quickly pulled my arm away from Bucky and used my new-found freedom to run in the opposite direction of them, I could hear the shouts of protest from the both of them, so I decided to kindly ignore them and absolutely leg it.  “GODAMMN IT Y/N! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MORNIN’!” when were the boys gonna catch on that I didn’t wanna go? Do I need to prepare a firework show and blast it in their faces or somethin’…probably.  

I know I probably shouldn’t be smiling, but the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as my feet hit the ground made me feel free, after so many years I could finally begin acting my age and enjoy my childhood. I finally felt content with my life, which is probably the opposite of what I should be feeling at this moment in time, considering I was currently making my grand escape. And to completely honest I’ve got no bloody clue as to where I am. I glanced behind me to see where the hell those idiots were, to my surprise Steve was directly behind me, Buck was somewhere in the back holdin’ his knee and I’m guessing the daft sod decked it. Why am I not surprised? Okay maybe I should of kept my mouth shut cause literally a second later my foot tripped over a rock and, you guessed correctly, I landed on my ass for the thousandth time!

“Sh*t! Cr*p! B*lls! That f**king hurt!” and that ladies and gentlemen is my fine command of the queens English, a groan of pain made me loose my train of thought as I turned my head to Steve, to put it simply he was laid flat on his back with his eye closed. Well there’s the rush of guilt I’ve been waiting for, “Sh*t Steve I’m sorry, you okay down there tough guy?” I quickly offered him my hand to help him up, I mean it’s the least I could do. Steve’s hand grabbed mine, a not so quiet grunt of pain made me feel even worse, quick question why am I such an assh*le at times? “Yeah, I’m fine y/n, don’t worry about it you know for a fact I’ve had worse” a quiet sigh left my lips as I brought him in for a hug, which was a tiny bit awkward due to the height difference. Once we pulled away from each other, I couldn’t supress the need to check him for anymore injuries, much to Steve’s embarrassment and Bucky’s amusement, “Jesus I’m gonna have to start wrapping ya up in blankets and pillows, Steve how the hell did you manage to get a bruise on your ear?!”

The sudden gasp behind me pretty much answered the question for me, it’s safe to say barney boy is in trouble…for the first in my life Bucky looks pretty f**king terrified of me, perfect. Slowly I started inching towards him, the glare I was sending him would probably make a demon cry for his mum…so yeah imma go kill the boy. I didn’t even have to say anything, he just started runnin’, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE STOLE MY FR**KING PUDDIN’ AND THE PUNK KNOWS I LOVE MY PUDDIN!’” YEP DEFINITELY KILLIN’ HIM “HE IS A SMALL AND GENTLE BOY HOW IN THE NAME OF HELL CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYIN’ A HAND ON ‘IM?!” god this sounds like a bleeding soap opera.

 At this point I wouldn’t be surprised of someone called the cops on us, all everyone woulda seen was a big lad runnin’ for his life as a small lass tried to murder him while a smaller lad ran after the pair yellin’ for em to quit it.  Now that I think about, that’s actually hilarious. Wait, where was I? ah yes the murdering of one James Barnes…okay that is not a normal sentence I am aware. “HE.STOLE.MY.PUDDIN’! THAT A CRIME WORTHY OF DEATH!” oh for f**ksake “HOW THE HELL DO YA KNOW IT WAS HIM?! DID YOU NOT THINK IT COULDA BE BECCA?!” I think he made a sudden realisation, cause the dumbass stopped running and BOOM I was on the freakin’ floor. Again. We both groaned, mine was mostly in annoyance more than anything, but seriously the bloody floor is quickly becoming me best mate! “…. It just dawned on me that that could be a possibility…” if my neck twisted any quicker I’m 100% sure that I’d end up doin’ that weird owl thing “Oh now you realise?! Ya gonna say sorry to Steve or not?” a few seconds of silence gave me my answer. “Don’t give me that look y/n! I ain’t doing s**t till I’ve got some evidence so he’s still under my list of suspects!” oh my Jesus Christ this is gonna be the day I get arrested for murder isn’t it?

“Barnaby…you have exactly five seconds to run for your life so I highly recommend you get your affairs in order and kiss ya ass goodbye” oh hey look at that I didn’t yell at him! Well done me I’m so proud! “could you two quit trying to kill each other for 5 minutes?! We’re already late enough as is it and I ain’t explainin’ to the teacher why Buck’s outta it on the floor!” my f**kin god Steve just yelled! At me! why do I never have a camera when this s**t happens?  “Jeez, alright I’ll murder him later, calm your damn t*ts Rogers” and cue the sound of barely contained frustration in 3,2,1….

“I’m beginning to get the feelin’ that you don’t like me y/n” oh really? I wonder what gave that away “wow you catch on quickly don’t ya Barnaby?” by the looks of things I’m really doing wonders for his ego, buck’s head looks like it’s gotten smaller so the risk of him turning into a hot air balloon’s gone down. The feeling of a pair of eyes glaring at the back of my head once again reminded me that the blonde boy was quickly getting tired of our crap, my worst fears were confirmed once I met Steve’s surprisingly intimidating glare…how he manages to be both adorable and beyond f**king terrifying is a mystery to me. “Okay I’m comin’ just stop staring at me like I just murdered your kitten!” and the little s**t has the nerve to smirk and look pleased with himself, ugh he’s been hanging ‘round me and Bucky too long that’s for sure.

“Ya know Buck and you are gonna be the death of me” right do I be offended or pleased with that statement? “actually, if anything it’s gonna be the pair of you that send me to an early grave cause god knows the both of ya don’t know how to stay outta trouble” two muffled sounds of protest came from my left and from behind me, “what’s that supposed to mean?!” once again the point has been missed “do you really wanna know the answer to that? I’ve got my report and presentation ready on how you two are a pair of numpties”.

Maybe that was a tad harsh…okay wait never mind it seems I’ve learned how to fly again with the assistance of one James Buchannan Barnes. “this is coming from the girl who can’t walk five feet without fallin’ over somethin’?” as much as I hate to admit it the walking embodiment of frustration and annoyance has a point “what you call fallin’ I call floor hugs, now how about you pUT ME DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” wait when did Steve walk off? See this is what happens when an overgrown ape demands attention. I don’t even have to look at Buck to know he’s givin’ me that look that says, “what the hell?” and “I’m not surprised by this” at the same time, “Nah I don’t think that’s gonna happen doll” the temptation to kick ‘im where the sun doesn’t shine is too much to bare for me at this point. “And you wonder why I love Steve more that you” Buck’s face kinda looked like someone just shoved a whole lemon in his mouth, I’m almost certain that he woulda dropped me on my ass if it wasn’t for the fact that Steve came over and dragged us both through the gates of hell.

This is gonna be so much fun!……said no-one ever.  

Okay…maybe it didn’t suck as much a thought it did, hopefully my skills as a writer will come back for the next couple of chapters XD Thanks for reading ! :)

Rose xxx

[tri-point-bruiser]

What if you were the morally grey captain of a ragtag spaceship crew and I was a stowaway?

Ok lets see.  A morally grey captain of a crew. Well first off, I would still be as badass as I am right now. And since my crew is ragtag, there is a good chance most of em started as stowaways. So I would probably put ya in the brig fer a bit, make sure ya weren’t a spy. Maybe get ta know ya, invite ya ta join and inevitably be crushed when it is revealed that you sought vengeance on me for somethin I did in the past and I die after ya stab me.

[diabolikmosquito]

Anon asked: “dear pepper, do you have any advice for dealing with an infestation of aliens? I was looking to be abducted and sent out a radio signal, but instead of waking up on a cool spaceship, a bunch of aliens just showed up at my house and started watching netflix on my flat screen??? pls help they won't leave and they're eating all my pizza rolls”

[Pepper’s Advice Column, theme here it’s a different song this time cause this one is so goofy alright shh]

Peals of raucous laughter disrupt the former silence of the makeshift-office, the parasite only just managing to catch herself before it went on too long. “Oh man.. Yeah, this is what I’m talking about! This is the real shit this thing is for!” She says through the last few chuckles, wiping at one of her eyes before clearing her throat, briefly fanning herself with the letter and setting it aside.

“First of all, those aliens definitely know how to assert dominance, le’s get that right. Stealin’ your Netflix in response to an abduction request? Total power move. Mad respect, aliens.” She puts a hand on her chest before continuing, barely holding in that massive grin. “That said, I can see your.. predicament.. and a ‘don’t send out signals unless you know what the folks gettin’ it are like on a personal level’ doesn’ much now. What a pickle..” She bites her lip, snorting before shaking her head, finally seeming to attain composure entirely.

“I’m gonna assume by th’ time I read this they cleared ya outta pizza rolls.. so it should be a lot easier to get ‘em out of your house, if you don’t have any other food to make. You could shut off your electricity for a few hours and hope they don’t possess the tech to get your TV back on. You could buy more pizza rolls and bring them to your neighbor across the street as a ‘gift.’ You could also try and lure more, less-annoying aliens to yer house in hopes there’d be a territorial dispute and they’ll both leave - er, that one might’a been advice for raccoons actually.. shit.” She scratches at her head. 

“Jus’... try one of those things, ME-T. Somethin’s bound to make ‘em lose interest eventually. Either that or you might be fucked.” She opens her mouth, then shuts it, returning to trying not to giggle. That nickname was shit, but someone had to have gotten it.

[imagine-a-killingharmony]

V3 Guys (-Shuichi) + S/O Nightmare

spoiler) Could I ask for an s/o who started crying after they had an nightmare of seeing the v3 boys (*who died in the actual v3 game which was every guy but shuichi) die?

Ah... I’m sorry if I’m wrong about this, but I’ll assume to not write Shuichi then? Considering he never, actually died. If this is wrong, sorry! I’ll hope you ask for Shuichi specifically and I’ll attend to that as soon as I can when the ask box opens again, mkay?

Warning!! I put some death deets so spoilers and a bit gross!!! Since. Death deets.

-Mod Shuichi

Kiibo

All you remember seeing was a smile, a warm harsh smile as Kiibo pressed his large gun against an academy which you don’t recollect, then destroyed everything within his path with a canon, before ending the job himself with a loud “BANG”!

You woke up, glass shattered to the floor, three surivors walking out the rubble, a sacrifice you don’t know why was made, yet for the greater good of it all.

Kiibo slept next to you, well... not slept, stood awake watching you sleep, considering he didn’t need it to survive.

“S/O?! What’s wrong? Why are you crying... is there something on me, ah! Or did you have one of those illogical night-“

You don’t say a thing, you press yourself against Kiibo feeling your heart drum tightly against your chest, all you do him is ask if he has any weapontry built onto him... as strange as it sounds.

“... I don’t S/O! Please do not worry, only Kokichi would believe something as I’ll-fitting as that, the professor would never let me break the laws of robotics of harming another, my design is flawless!”

...

Something inside you churns, yet the fact that he’s here, beside you without a trace of the self you saw in that nightmare you’ll believe you’ll be fine.

Ryoma Hoshi

It was a disturbing thought, breathless as he fell downwards spiral into a watery tank, piranhas surrounding him, incapable of anything as they drew closer and closer before...-

Ryoma shakes you awake before you can see anything else, tears roll down your face, as you stare up to your boyfriend.

He’s alive.

The tears make you want to puke, thankfully Ryoma wipes them away, with a groggy sigh.

“Are... ya’ okay? You were shakin’ in yer’ sleep, n’ you know m’ a light sleeper myself.”

“... Let me guess, nightmares, I have em’ too, just calm down, it’s alright, m’ here with you, whatever happened isn’t real. I know.”

He embraces you, you tearfully hug Ryoma back, thankful that it was only a dream. Nothing else...

Kaito Momota

Coughing, sputtering, blood getting choked out before landing on the glass frame of the spaceship as they reach higher and higher up till the astronaut fails to survive any longer.

Kaito falls back, dead a smile on his features eched wide as finally completed his dream.

You scream as you find yourself in your covers, Kaito’s sleeping right next to you, he’s a deep sleeper but he heard it certainly, his eyes flutter open as he looks over towards you confused...

“Is... somethin’ wrong S/O? You... hn... gimme’ a second, it’s like... the middle of a night everything hurts.”

You feel the tears roll down your face, all you do is tug ahold of his hand asking quietly if he can promise you if he ever goes to space he’ll come back, he won’t become lost in those stars.

Kaito looks down at you, confused but he grins at you, hugging you tightly as his eyes lightly close again.

“Promise.”

Rantaro Amami

A shotput rolls away from his body which remains unmoving, a puddle forming as footsteps echo throughout the distance.

Another clean shotput is picked from the floor, it goes silent.

Rantaro never saw a thing, he’s left alone, by himself.

You wake up dumbstruck from what you saw shakily touching your eyes to feel an odd wetness, you look back towards Rantaro to find his hair completely fine, not covered in a ugly red. (pink)

Rantaro gazes back. “Are you okay?”

You don’t understand it yourself, you don’t know why you feel such a sense of betrayal from your dream, you just hug him tightly.

“It’s nothing to worry about I... suppose, just make... sure to tell me if anything’s wrong, okay?” He ruffles your hair as he tries to help you drift back to sleep.

Gonta Gokuhara

Disturbingly enough, seeing Gonta tied against the pole as what he loves most stabs against him, a disgusting beast flying towards him as he unwillingly stares forth.

Gonta gets stabbed, Gonta burns till all that remains is a ashey coal, liars burn, not gentlemen.

Your eyes lift open to the sight of Gonta sitting over you, shaking you with tears at the corner of his eyes.

“S-S-S/O! Please stop shaking, y-your crying too! Did Gonta accidentally roll on top of you again? Gonta’s sorry if he did!!”

All you can do is push your head against Gonta’s chest, there’s no hole there, he’s alive, you sob quietly to yourself as Gonta looks down towards you far more confused than he’s ever been.

“... Please... don’t leave my side.”

“... Gonta promises he won’t! Don’t worry S-S/O! Gonta’s right here, see? But he’s not at your side, he’s in front of you...”

“... that counts.”

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi stares up at the press falling down towards him, no words come out of his mouth only a grin stretched widely across his features as he finally closes his eyes.

Crush.

You scream when you wake up your hands trembling, Kokichi groans as he goes to look back at you wiping away at those tears that fall down your face desperately in attempt for him to not see.

Kokichi blinks, you feel a pair of hands wrap around your waist as they boy goes to pout and stare at the side, doing his best to not look you in the eyes.

“... It was a nightmare, don’t cry.”

You almost laugh at his attempt of comfort, but that thought is soon thrown out the window when he looks up at you with the horrifying smirk.

“Do you wanna die?”

“...Neeheehee, that was my Maki impression! Good right? Now go to bed, you seriously need the beauty sleep, you look hideous. Hehe.”

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Korekiyo boils alive as he stares up looking up to the sky with his bloodied gaze, his face grows red.

He sinks towards the floor of the pot, steam rising as you can only dare dream of what happens underneath it all.

Korekiyo taps your shoulder, you blink as you look down at Korekiyo looking down at you with an unmoving look.

“Your breathing patterns became abnormal, so I woke you up, I suppose you were having a nightmare?”

“If so, do not worry, for I am alive and well, and so are you. As it was only a dream, despite how supernatural or realistic it seemed, merely fiction.”

... He’s... right, you nod in appreciation, as you suddenly... squint at him, wait, weren’t you sleeping in different beds?

...

“...”

“You seemed lonely, ‘‘tis all.”

[princessresurrection13]

Taemin: You hear me walk into your town, right? Sounds right Feel that rumble in the ground, right? Don’t lie

Mark & Taeyong: ’m the one (the one), better run (better run) If you wit’ it, oh (If you wit’ it) Then you’re done done done (Then you’re done)

Lucas & Taeyong: Dark cloud blocking out the sun (out the sun) I ain’t scared, got me feeling kind of numb

Taeyong:  Yeah It’s a problem I know Tell me somethin’ I don’t know What you got? I got more

Kai:  Keep it coming with that reload Ain’t no stopping me though I go And I lose control

Baekhyun:  Put your head up Hear it talking to me In my body, from the shadow waking up Bring the battle, gimme what I want, alright

The Boys :  No games, watch me deliver every time Catch me in the latest driving spaceships One way, we going up ain’t no decline Landing in the matrix tryna break it Hands up if you feeling me, yeah All the way to infinity, yeah Aim high We going up there‘s no decline So if you’re aiming anywhere, aim high

Kai & Mark:  Blow it up Make ‘em drop, yeah (One) Not enough, level up

Baekhyun:  You wanna see how I get down like, yeah right Our movement is a huge one

Taeyong:  Break you with that left, with that right Make you feel the fire You ain’t got the moves or the fuel That’s the bottom line

Baekhyun: Think you’re ready for the monster, monster No turning back If you wanna face me, no

Taemin:  Tried to warn ya, we was coming in Got no time for all this arguin’ oh no It‘s way beyond control

Taemin:  In a world where you and I’ve become one I’ll never stop, No I’m not playing no games Face to face and don’t run away Think you’re ready for the monster, monster

Ten:  Put your head up Hear it talking to me In my body, from the shadow waking up Bring the battle, gimme what I want, alright

Baekhyun & Ten:  Never seen a mountain too big for me I’m gon be alright Got forever on my mind

Mark:  No pressure but we pressin’ So you better run We bring another dawn We’ve only just begun

Lucas: I’m the other one chillin with them other ones Other one I’m the other one chillin with them other ones Yeah other ones  

[verdigrisprowl]

Nov 13 Dancitron Movie Night - Baby Driver

It was a very good movie that various people found themselves identifying extremely closely with and/or made very uncomfortable by.

Some Grade A Bullshit went down at this movie night. The leaguers went outside to get away from the movie; Prowl followed them outside to apologize for getting them stuck here once a week. Meanwhile, Swoop harassed Tarantulas until Tarantulas literally threw him outside and webbed the door shut. Now there’s a fire-breathing baby who’s attracted to violence stuck outside with two tiny aliens who throw baseball pitches that look like miniature atomic bombs going off. Prowl goes into protective mode. Swoop wanders over to check out the aliens.

Meanwhile, Windchill and Whirl are trying to get the door back open. Soundwave, who’s like, really into the movie, is only just barely becoming aware of what the hell is going on outside. He tries to help open the door. It’s gross. He wipes it off on Tarantulas’s fur, which is fair, because it was Tarantulas’s mess in the first place. They finally manage to get the door back open, around the time that Prowl has turned into a brooding hen crouching defensively over the leaguers.

Soundwave gets on the roof to watch; Windchill tries to lure Swoop back inside with promises of hanging out with Laserbeak; thus causing Swoop to barrel straight into Windchill, who is, in fact, in between Swoop and the door. Prowl picks up the leaguers and fucking bolts in the other direction. Soundwave opens a space bridge full of water and soaks Swoop and Windchill to preemptively put out any Dinobot fires, then bridges their asses back to Swoop’s world, where Swoop proceeds to bite Windchill until he gets bored. All that remains of the battle scene is a soggy spiderweb beard.

And then Soundwave dances.

Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 8:02 pm *The usual assortment of minis is scattered around the room, and the twins are definitely excited, but Soundwave? For once, he is as alert as alert can be, 3000% attentive and ready for tonight's show. Feeds pared down to the most vital and everything. He's been told this will be one right up his alley...* Whirl 8:03 pm ((aww heel ye)) Swoop 8:03 pm *zips into the room and darts for energon, he is a hungry bab tonight* Specs 8:04 pm *a dragon trundles in with a set of thin energon cookies! she's looking better, if a bit dusty. her paws are unbandaged now, but they're shaved. fear the hideous raccoon hands of the dragon.* Swoop 8:04 pm *grabs a cube and CHUG CHUG CHUG* FakeProwl 8:05 pm *appears, takes seat, slumps* Swoop 8:07 pm *drops the empty cube and grabs another to chug* Bevel 8:07 pm *trundles in* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm *Soundwave nods to everyone rolling in, sends Laserbeak to Swoop, and gives the dragon's paws a curious head tilt.* Magnum Ace 8:07 pm -and he's actually still got his glove and ball in hand this time, as he walks in. He forgot the time this time- FakeProwl 8:07 pm *... tired, suspicious look at music video* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm *Once he tires of looking at them he'll ping Prowl hello and nudge a knee.* FakeProwl 8:08 pm *tired, suspicious look at soundwave* Bull 8:08 pm *Bull Armor followed Magnum in, placing his own mitt in his internal storage* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm //Yo, Bevel. Hey Ace, Bull.// ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm (txt): ...What? Magnum Ace 8:09 pm Hello. I guess it's movie time again, now. FakeProwl 8:09 pm Are you encouraging a disregard for traffic laws? *both songs since prowl's arrived have been about speeding* Bull 8:09 pm Hello. *Is starting to get use to this 'oddity'* Specs 8:10 pm *the dragon actually glides to a couch close to Soundwave, and holds up her front paws for reference. without the protective fur, it's clearer to see that they've got true fingers- two opposable thumbs, and two fingers.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm (txt): Negative. Themed music, tonight's film.

*Oh, he's distracted again. Is he allowed to gently touch the paws with a feeler tendril?* Bevel 8:11 pm Hi, Rumble! Specs 8:11 pm *he is! the dragon holds them out, "palms" up, to be investigated* FakeProwl 8:12 pm Is tonight's film encouraging a disregard for traffic laws? Bevel 8:12 pm ((oh prowl ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm //C'mon and get comfy. Gonna have a good time tonight, heh.// Bevel 8:13 pm *will take her usual seat* What are we watching? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm (txt): ...Not film's main intention.

*But if it does, y'know. He's not taking responsibility.* Swoop 8:13 pm *downs cube number three and then drops it too, squeaking out a chirp when he sees Bird* HI! Magnum Ace 8:13 pm -nods and makes his way to Rumble. Safer up there than on the floor- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm //Somethin' called Baby Driver. Don't think there's no babies though.// Whirl 8:13 pm *trots in, quietly and casually making his way for his usual table* Bull 8:14 pm *While Bull may not like heights, it was better than the floor* FakeProwl 8:14 pm *suspicious look continues* ... Very well. Specs 8:15 pm *if Soundwave is finished investigating the paws, Whirl is going to find himself in possession of a furry epaulette pretty soon* Bevel 8:15 pm Cybertronian babies driving would be kind of cute. *waves to Whirl as he arrives at the table* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm {{Swooooop. Swoop gonna like tonight, neheh.}}

*The gentlest of prods to the paws, but yes, he's done now. Organic flesh is so... weird. And fur. Fur is weird too.* //Hey, Whirl!// Enthusiastic waving. //'N you leave Frenzy outta this, Bevel.// Swoop 8:16 pm What tonight? 😮 ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm \\HEY!\\ Bevel 8:16 pm *laughs* Specs 8:16 pm *the dragon isn't exactly normal, to be fair. most dragons aren't furry.* Hello, Whirl! *have a shoulderpad with fur* How have you been? Whirl 8:16 pm *he'll pause long enough to let the dragon settle herself, and then sit* Hey, dragon. *and he'll toss a salute Rumble's way, sitting down* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm ((EIGHT MINUTE WARNING get your snacks, your bathroom breaks, and i mean it when i say you want headphones)) Swoop 8:17 pm ((that big a difference?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm ((there are some things it's easier to notice if you have 'em. example: lead gets an earbud pulled out. sound in that side of your headphones goes out.)) Swoop 8:17 pm ((sweet)) Whirl 8:18 pm Makin' it, more or less. *he's a little on the scruffy side, but otherwise looks more or less intact* You? Specs 8:19 pm *the dragon holds up her naked paws* I'm alive, despite all the odds! It's been a little crazy. Bull 8:20 pm *having settles in their -now- usual spot, Bull Armor takes out a canister of oil to drink; he was glad to have grabbed it from the repair room before heading out* Whirl 8:21 pm Yeah? You tell me your story first, and I'll tell you mine. Share you definition of "crazy" with me. Bevel 8:21 pm I am not sure Frenzy is cute but that is really nice you think he is, Rumble. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm //You're outta your fraggin' mind.// \\I AIN'T NEITHER!\\ Swoop 8:21 pm *stuffs his face full of goodies like the chipmonk he isn't* Bevel 8:22 pm *giggles* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm *Laserbeak pokes Swoop's cheek* Whirl 8:22 pm *okay Bevel gets a snicker for that one* Swoop 8:22 pm *giggles uncontrollably* Specs 8:22 pm *the dragon gapes a grin* Blew up the energon molds the night before halloween. I was way too close to them, I burned my paws real badly. Singed my face too, but I trimmed the fur down so that it doesn't look weird anymore. I looked pretty silly on halloween night, let me tell you! Swoop 8:22 pm *slaps both hands over his mouth to keep from losing goodies* *laughs harder* *is going to choke and die* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm ((OKAY WARNING TIME)) ((Some of you know that I schedule these weeks or months in advance. Most of the time, it works out okay. Tonight, there's an unforeseen problem.))

((Kevin Spacey plays a role in this movie.)) Whirl 8:23 pm I dunno, "freshly exploded upon" is a good look, if you can make it work. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm ((I have opted to go ahead with showing Baby Driver as originally planned for three reasons: it was finished and released months before the news came to light, the director's work tying the soundtrack into the story deserves to be admired, and spoilers about where Spacey's character ends up. I doubt Spacey will receive future acting roles, but if he does, those projects won't be shown here.))

((If his presence in it is or becomes too uncomfortable for you, please, take care of yourself and skip out for the evening.)) Magnum Ace 8:23 pm -Magnum was following Bull's example, settling down and opening his oil canister as well- I hope no one saw us vanish like that... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm ((Other warnings: blood, violence, foul language (curses, ableism, sexism, etc), sometimes flashing lights and/or rapid film cuts, the irritating tinnitus sound, depictions of domestic abuse, Hollywood Speed Romance, probably something I can't think of offhand, and a dose of cheese.)) Swoop 8:24 pm ((lets rock and roll)) Specs 8:24 pm Not when you're furry and already had a costume planned, it doesn't! *the dragon grins again* And what about you? ((*headbangs*)) Whirl 8:25 pm ((Thanks for the warnings, my dude!)) What WAS your planned costume, anyway? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm ((ALL RIGHT Y'ALL I HOPE YOU GOT YOUR VOLUME UP AND YOUR DISTRACTIONS THROWN OUT CUZ HERE WE GO 😄 :D)) Specs 8:27 pm You know those dragons that everyone else thinks are dragons? Green and scaly? That was my costume! Swoop 8:27 pm *reaches over to try to poke Bird's 'cheek'* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm *Soundwave scoots forward in his seat a little bit and a little bit and a little bit.* *Laserbeak chatters and pinches his finger* Swoop 8:28 pm *more explosive giggles* Whirl 8:29 pm Nice! I dressed up for that thing... once, I think? Missed it this year. Anyway, I was out for a bit. Someone tried to kill me, and I got hit by a spaceship. Magnum Ace 8:29 pm ....? Whirl 8:29 pm BUT, I'm thinking I'm gonna keep the spaceship. So a win-win, really. Specs 8:29 pm If it hit you and no one took it back, it's yours, right? Swoop 8:29 pm *talking through his fingers* this BIRD movie? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm {{No. It Boss movie.}} Swoop 8:30 pm Bird do tapping music too Whirl 8:30 pm Well, the pilot's DEFINITELY dead. Specs 8:30 pm So it's a free ship, then. Whirl 8:30 pm Yep. Specs 8:30 pm Nice. Did you kill the person who tried to kill you? Magnum Ace 8:31 pm ...looks like Coach's driving Bull 8:31 pm Yeah... Bevel 8:31 pm This looks fun. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm //Hot damn.// Whirl 8:31 pm Of COURSE. I wanted to save the corpse to feed to Killer, but it was starting to stink after a few days. Swoop 8:31 pm Oh! Him drive like Sideswipe keheheh Magnum Ace 8:31 pm Not...when you're in the car Bull 8:32 pm Top Joy nearly fell out last time. Whirl 8:32 pm *settles back, and turns his appreciative attention towards the screen* Specs 8:32 pm Didn't have anything to preserve it or ferment it? Magnum Ace 8:32 pm I think Silky's group fell off the back Whirl 8:33 pm Nah. I'm on Cybertron, right now. Got back last week, actually. Not much pickling equipment there. Swoop 8:33 pm ((this is SICK holy shit)) Specs 8:33 pm Ah, fair enough. Whirl 8:33 pm Okay now, that getaway was just as much luck as it was skill. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm *Soundwave is practically buzzing already. Lights bright and all.* Tarantulas 8:33 pm *sneaks in* ...Did I miss much? Whirl 8:34 pm A little fancy driving. Swoop 8:34 pm *perks up at Tara and makes grabby hands, mouth still totally crammed full of goodies* Whirl 8:34 pm But I'm willing to bet there will be a lot more of that. ...Ha. Just in time for these clever opening credits, though. Tarantulas 8:35 pm *dismissive paw wave at swoop, pppplease don't ask him to pick you up* Swoop 8:35 pm UP! FakeProwl 8:36 pm *twenty-seven crimes thus far, and that's just counting what happened inside a car.* Tarantulas 8:36 pm *rubbing his face with a sigh as he maneuvers the room* /No/ Swoop, not this time Swoop 8:37 pm Why "no"?? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm *Well, he did say it wasn't promoting speed. It... might be promoting a lot of others. At least 27 others.* [[No, there's not.]] Swoop 8:38 pm *bounces and grins at Tara while still working on the waaaaay too big mouthful of goodies he grabbed* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm //Heh heh. I gotta keep me an extra visor for that.// Bevel 8:38 pm He has more than two pairs. Magnum Ace 8:39 pm ... Specs 8:39 pm How many visors does he have? I counted three. Clich A 8:39 pm (sneaks in not even...knowing what this is.) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm ((baby driver. getcher headphones)) Clich A 8:39 pm ((headphones got) FakeProwl 8:39 pm ((they do Fancy Stuff with the soundtrack)) Tarantulas 8:40 pm (( cries because comp audio only works on one side Bull 8:41 pm *is watching with interest* Specs 8:41 pm *the dragon is clearly fascinated by the sign language here. she's all eyes* Swoop 8:41 pm Spiderbot! : > ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm *Soundwave pulls his attention away long enough at the word "Spiderbot" to notice Tarantulas. He nods hello and goes back to watching.* Clich A 8:42 pm Aww, I remember that one. Whirl 8:43 pm *merely tilts his head at the sign language, but his expression is, as always, impossible to read* Tarantulas 8:43 pm "Spiderbot" is leaving you on the ground today, dinobot. Swoop 8:44 pm No : < Tarantulas 8:44 pm *is there a spot on the couch, it's gettin taken* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm *There is room, yep.* Tarantulas 8:44 pm *gud. seat acquired* FakeProwl 8:45 pm *glances at tarantulas. ... tiny nod.* Swoop 8:45 pm Oh. Him record. Kehehhh. Bird right. It Soundwave movie. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm *It sounds like a good time to him.* Clich A 8:46 pm It very hard to decide on food when you looking at pretty people. Clich A 8:48 pm Wow loving that the subtiles give us the song titles too. Magnum Ace 8:48 pm Wait. So...he doesn't get a choice? Swoop 8:48 pm Spiderbot! Tarantulas 8:49 pm *tiny nod? meet not-so-tiny arm on the back of the couch behind prowl. tara's not getting in the way, but he's scootin in close. aaaand also ignoring swoop* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm [[No. He's... in debt.]] Whirl 8:49 pm Being coerced by people with more power than him. Happens all the time. *with that, he'll stand up (carefully, so as not to dislodge his epaulette) and head to the bar* Swoop 8:49 pm Up! : > Specs 8:50 pm *the dragon settles into place. she's not going anywhere* Magnum Ace 8:50 pm ...... Bull 8:50 pm Now we know what's up. Magnum Ace 8:50 pm Yeah. That's...a bit unfair Swoop 8:51 pm ((he is literally baby soundwave)) Tarantulas 8:51 pm *smoosh. a spider paw pats swoop down. not up* Swoop 8:51 pm :V : > Uppp Me Swoop want up Clich A 8:52 pm Uh, rude. Bull 8:52 pm Kid is like Jurota. Whirl 8:52 pm Hey, Ravage, any chance I can get something good and strong on tab? Didn't bring anything interesting to trade, but you know I'm good for it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm *Soundwave pings Prowl. Did he see. Did he see the human doing the thing.* Magnum Ace 8:52 pm Almost scarily like him Tarantulas 8:53 pm Hasn't Ratchet ever told you you can't always get what you want, Swoop? Swoop 8:53 pm YAH! Lots. Keheheh. Whirl 8:53 pm ((OH MY GOD HAAAHHAHA)) Swoop 8:53 pm ((omfg)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm =Yes. Usual?= *Lazy tail flick* Specs 8:53 pm ((lmao)) Magnum Ace 8:53 pm ((WOW Whirl 8:54 pm Yeah. I'm more concerned with getting drunk than tasting it, though. FakeProwl 8:54 pm *... doesn't move away from tarantulas, but doesn't move any closer either* Bevel 8:54 pm Oh no. Magnum Ace 8:54 pm ... Swoop 8:54 pm ((holy shit that was badass)) Bull 8:54 pm And everything goes wrong. *though very spectacularly he must admit* Magnum Ace 8:55 pm Or...not? Specs 8:55 pm No plan survives contact with the enemy. *hums contemplatively* Magnum Ace 8:55 pm Ah...that's Clich A 8:56 pm oh geeze Swoop 8:56 pm *glances back at the screen* OH! Dead. Kehehhehh Spiderbot *pats Tara's upper arm* Bull 8:56 pm Oh, no. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm \\GUESSIN' HE AIN'T SEEN LOTSA DEAD HAPPENIN' BEFORE.\\ Whirl 8:56 pm Not used to being made to do it. Swoop 8:56 pm ((literally soundwave, rewinds song to the CORRECT part of the get away Lololol)) Bull 8:57 pm *breaths a sigh of relief at baby being ok* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm *Ravage hefts an... odd-looking version of a gaugebuster onto the bar* *Whirl wants drunk? Whirl's gonna get it.* Whirl 8:57 pm *hell yes, Ravage. This is why you're the best bartender* Any requests on what I should bring back for you, mech? Magnum Ace 8:58 pm -settles down again- I think...these movies are not good for after practice. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm *Ravage eyes Rumble for a moment before looking back up at Whirl.*

=Yourself. Go. Enjoy.= Whirl 8:58 pm Ravage, you're not allowed to eat me until I'm dead. Bevel 8:59 pm He is all out of sorts. Whirl 8:59 pm But, you got it. *he'll take the drink in one claw, salute with the other, and return to his table* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm *Low rumbly laugh.* =Not eating.= *Nods.* [[He doesn't understand.]] Bull 9:00 pm ... Magnum Ace 9:00 pm ........ Clich A 9:00 pm Wow. Bevel 9:00 pm 😧 Swoop 9:00 pm DEAD ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm [[The Baby human. What this really means.]] Clich A 9:00 pm When he said sunset I thought like...Thelma and Louise.....drive it off a cliff. Swoop 9:01 pm THEM dead tooooo FakeProwl 9:01 pm *glances at the leaguers.* ... Do you need a bridge home early? Clich A 9:01 pm The gloves...are red palmed, because blood on the hands? FakeProwl 9:02 pm *there's no damn reason they can't be bridging them home the minute they get here instead of after movie night is over.* Clich A 9:02 pm Symbolism??? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm ((omg i hadn't caught that before)) Whirl 9:03 pm My first thought went to Sunset Boulevard, but clearly, I was wrong. Magnum Ace 9:03 pm I'm...uh...Bull? Whirl 9:03 pm Y'know, just leave the car somewhere, maybe try and frame someone else. Bull 9:04 pm *Bull shakes his head* Uh, I think... I'm ok. For now. Magnum Ace 9:05 pm Right. We're...we're good ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm *Amused huff.* Swoop 9:05 pm ((they are so cute)) FakeProwl 9:05 pm *small nod* Magnum Ace 9:06 pm -uncomfortable as hell, but all good. For now- Clich A 9:06 pm I do like me some T.rex Whirl 9:06 pm "Bang A Gong" is a decent one. Bull 9:07 pm *not saying a word; as long as it keeps this current mood he can be alright for a time* Whirl 9:07 pm Can't say I've heard a lot of their other things, though. Clich A 9:07 pm Ballrooms of Mars is a personal favorite. Magnum Ace 9:07 pm -same here- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm *Pleased finger twitches. The human replays statements too.* Whirl 9:08 pm ((bless them, they're doing their best with those accents. They're not irritating, at least)) FakeProwl 9:09 pm ... *turns to tarantulas, says quietly* We need to fix this. Sooner rather than later. Swoop 9:10 pm Bird ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm {{What what?}} Swoop 9:10 pm What them doing. Hands. Words. Whirl 9:10 pm *snickers, and gets chuggin* Tarantulas 9:10 pm F-fix - what do you mean? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm {{It hand talking language.}} {{Them motion meaning thing.}} Magnum Ace 9:11 pm Oh! -this is much better- FakeProwl 9:11 pm The portal problem, with the leaguers. Magnum Ace 9:11 pm -less driving that reminds him of Coach's- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm *Shakes his head gently. There it is.* Bull 9:11 pm Oh no... not him. Magnum Ace 9:11 pm .... Whirl 9:11 pm *to Swoop* We've got something similar. Chirolinguistics. Not a thing, in your dimension? Bevel 9:11 pm Noooooo Magnum Ace 9:12 pm Run. Clich A 9:12 pm ...Hm. Is that a thing? Clich A 9:13 pm Can I eat...catfish dipped in gold? Bull 9:13 pm There is -nothing- good about him. *is bristling* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm //Skip the fish 'n go for gold.// Specs 9:13 pm *hisses* Eat him. Magnum Ace 9:13 pm -sitting up straighter- He /didn't/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm [[He did.]] Tarantulas 9:13 pm Oh. *WHEW that's a relief. way to scare him, prowl* I - yes. I can give you an update on the situation when I get back to my console. FakeProwl 9:14 pm *nod* Magnum Ace 9:14 pm He said he didn't want to Bull 9:14 pm He's not being given a choice. FakeProwl 9:14 pm ... I'm going to stop coming if coming means I keep trapping them here. They don't want to be here. They didn't volunteer for it. Whirl 9:14 pm It's called coercion. Keep up, little guys. Happens all the damn time. Magnum Ace 9:15 pm I /know/ what coercion is Whirl 9:15 pm So, why are you surprised? Clich A 9:15 pm Yeah Whirl don't patronize them, just because they aren't tall as you. Unless you are doing it for regular reasons. Then I guess I understand. Bull 9:15 pm Not really surprised, just uncomfortable. Bevel 9:15 pm It is really not fair. He just wants to stop. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Soundwave's attention finally pulls away again at "I'm going to stop coming". He looks over at Prowl first, then Tarantulas, and then the Leaguers.* Magnum Ace 9:16 pm I'm...not surprised. I'm disappointed Tarantulas 9:16 pm You won't have long to wait, Prowl. I - you did end up giving me the code I need, although there's more to it than just that. Swoop 9:16 pm ((what i miss)) Clich A 9:16 pm ((Coercion. into another job)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm ((he was forced to go back to work on pain of his new gf and his foster dad being hurt. he's scoping out a new place with the boss's nephew)) Bevel 9:16 pm *this is hitting way too close to home and she is uncomfortable* Swoop 9:17 pm ((cool)) Whirl 9:17 pm Pfft. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm \\HAH! HE GOT A MINI LIKE US.\\ Magnum Ace 9:17 pm ((holy shit kid is good)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm \\'N JUS' AS GOOD.\\ Swoop 9:17 pm You Bird good at language thing You do hand language? *wears a shiteating grin* *if he could finger guns with his grin he'd be doing it* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm *She blats at him. Rude.* Whirl 9:18 pm *snickers* Swoop 9:18 pm Keheehee Whirl 9:18 pm What a kid. Swoop 9:18 pm You Bird borrow Swoop hands Specs 9:19 pm *snickers uncertainly* Swoop 9:19 pm Or Me Swoop kill someone and take hands then Bird can hands Magnum Ace 9:19 pm -bristles at that- -That's not a team- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm //Ix-nay on the akin'-hands-tay.// Clich A 9:20 pm That is right, it is not. He's mean. and Manipulative and just...not ...likeable. Unlike Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm [[Which part of that is he not like?]] *Amused.* Clich A 9:21 pm Unlikeable. Bevel 9:21 pm Soundwave can be nice. FakeProwl 9:21 pm *Small nod to Tarantulas.* I would appreciate it. I'm certain they would too. Clich A 9:22 pm Because this guy, he pretends to be charming and personable but he ISN"T. Soundwave pretends nothing and I like that about him. Swoop 9:22 pm Spiderbot! Spiderbot! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[Flatterers.]] Clich A 9:22 pm Truther. Specs 9:22 pm It's true, though. Swoop 9:23 pm ((This movie is phenomenal but jesus christ how many ears have those earbuds been in)) ((this is an unprotected earbud orgy)) Specs 9:23 pm ((too many)) Whirl 9:23 pm That guy is hilarious. Specs 9:23 pm ((do you sanitize your earbuds too swoopmun)) Magnum Ace 9:23 pm ((hope he cleans the things Swoop 9:24 pm ((I use over the ear headphones. Earbuds drive me nuts. Can't stand them.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm ((same)) Bevel 9:24 pm ((same Specs 9:24 pm ((I prefer headphones on my ears, but my scalp is super sensitive so earbuds keep my skull from rashing out)) Bevel 9:25 pm ((over the ears also deter more random strangers trying to talk i've noticed Whirl 9:25 pm ((i can only use earbuds at work, so I have grown accustomed)) Specs 9:25 pm ((but I have to santize the buds because they get gross so fast)) *the dragon squints at the flirting humans* Tarantulas 9:25 pm *nods and squeezes prowl enough for him to feel* What IS it, Swoop Whirl 9:25 pm *flirting with a shotgun is perfectly normal, dragon* Swoop 9:25 pm Me Swoop pick YOU up! Keheh. Then You pick up Swoop : > ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm [[What is wrong with his insiders' noses?]] Specs 9:25 pm *dragons don't USE guns. dragons flirt with teeth* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm *Looks at those here with noses.* Clich A 9:26 pm I can... only imagine it's a thing about drugs? I know nose drugs exist. FakeProwl 9:26 pm *Hesitates. Then leans against Tarantulas.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm [[.........."Nose drugs."]] *Stare.* [[You are pulling his leg.]] Clich A 9:26 pm I saw it in a movie. Magnum Ace 9:27 pm ..... Bull 9:27 pm *uncomfortable twitch* Specs 9:27 pm Don't humans need their noses? Whirl 9:27 pm *fair enough. Those of us without teeth must make do, however* Specs 9:28 pm *the dragon understands and sympathizes* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm *Lasting stare of disbelief. He'll turn his attention back to the film after another moment or so.* Tarantulas 9:28 pm I highly, highly doubt you could pick me up, Swoop. And that is NOT a challenge FakeProwl 9:28 pm *starts to say something; stops.* Bevel 9:28 pm Nose drugs? Swoop 9:28 pm *bounces in his seat* Yuh HUH! Me Swoop can! Clich A 9:28 pm That's right, PICK ME UP SWOOP. That is a CHALLANGE I'm heavier than I look. Magnum Ace 9:29 pm -and this is one uncomfortable leaguer- Bevel 9:29 pm *grumbles* Whirl 9:29 pm *snickers again; Whirl is gradually relaxing as the drink in his glass diminishes* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm //That's the best lookin' organic meat I ever seen.// Magnum Ace 9:30 pm -oh look, he's even more uncomfortable- Whirl 9:30 pm ((waaait a sec)) You said, it, Rumble. Clich A 9:30 pm Oh that was good word play tho Magnum Ace 9:30 pm -OKAY, he's out- Whirl 9:30 pm ((OH MY GOD IT IS THE GUY)) ((THAT'S THE GUY FROM PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE)) Bull 9:31 pm *jumped at the suddenness* Specs 9:31 pm *the dragon blinks slowly* Was that even necessary? Clich A 9:31 pm Pigs is a term for Police. Bevel 9:31 pm *covers her face with a hand* Swoop 9:31 pm ((I fuckng can't with how good this sound design is. A+ headphone suggestion, cro)) Clich A 9:31 pm So he was saying That these guys are cops? Magnum Ace 9:31 pm -heading for the edge of the table to jump down- Clich A 9:32 pm Oh I guessed right Bull 9:32 pm *turns to see Magnum leaving* Magnum...? *moves to follow* Clich A 9:32 pm I'm not named 'Clich'e" without a good reason it seems. Magnum Ace 9:32 pm -he needs air- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm //You two need out a sec?// Clich A 9:33 pm Does anyone need a hug? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm //Boss. Boss, the doors open?//

[[Hm? Yes.]] Magnum Ace 9:33 pm Yes. I need out for a moment. Clich A 9:33 pm OH NO Specs 9:34 pm Oh dear. Whirl 9:34 pm ((STAX, HELL YEAH)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm *Ravage stretches and leaps off the bar, heading toward the Leaguers.*

=Come.= =See the canyon.= Magnum Ace 9:34 pm Thank you. Bull 9:34 pm *follows Magnum and Ravage* Magnum Ace 9:35 pm -and he's following Ravage out the room- Whirl 9:36 pm What an incredible pissing contest in this podunk little diner. *toasts the screen* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm //I'm gettin' embarrassed for all of 'em.// Whirl 9:37 pm I know, right? Why not just throw down if you're as tough as you say? Specs 9:37 pm They should fight instead of talking. Whirl 9:38 pm You said it. Bevel 9:38 pm I like them talking. Swoop 9:39 pm *chucks a goodie at Tara's head* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm *The Doctor's lie detection senses are rubbish.* Clich A 9:39 pm It's actually tenser that they are...not fighting Whirl 9:40 pm Trash talking should take place WHILE you're fighting. Magnum Ace 9:40 pm ((so glad the leaguers are out of the room)) Windchill 9:40 pm *Appears, that's the bad news.* Bull 9:40 pm ((I'm enjoying the movie but the leaguers; yeah, no.)) Tarantulas 9:41 pm *hisses when the goodie hits his head* Bevel 9:41 pm *grumbles* Magnum Ace 9:41 pm ((yeah, the movie is fun Windchill 9:41 pm Is this one of those dramatic movies? Whirl 9:41 pm Kinda. It's pretty cool. Windchill 9:41 pm Not as dramatic as I am, I'll bet. Whirl 9:41 pm Good music. *waves at Chill; he's got a dragon on his shoulder and a mostly-empty glass of potent liquor* NOTHING is as dramatic as you are. Not even ME. Windchill 9:42 pm *Mostly empty is a good sign.* That's right, and don't you forget it. Swoop 9:42 pm Spiiiiiiidduuurrrr Windchill 9:42 pm I'm the worst there ever was. Bevel 9:42 pm Nooooo Whirl 9:42 pm Nah, nah. Not the worst. Just the most dramatic. Windchill 9:42 pm *He'll find a place to sit down like a normal person tonight.* Depends on your opinion of needless drama. Magnum Ace 9:43 pm ((oh wow, this got bad quick)) Tarantulas 9:43 pm I have a name, Swoop. Swoop 9:43 pm Keheehee You Spiderbot eat goodie aaaaaaaaaaaand pick up Me Swoop FakeProwl 9:44 pm ... I'll be right back. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm *Concerned look up.* Tarantulas 9:46 pm *lets prowl go* FakeProwl 9:46 pm *He's heading outside. Where are the leaguers?* Magnum Ace 9:46 pm -following Ravage- Bevel 9:46 pm *whines* This is bad. Clich A 9:46 pm Does not feel good, that's for sure. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm *Likely near the canyon edge with Ravage, who is loafed and comfy.* Windchill 9:46 pm *POINTS* Dog, I saw the dog. Probably saw it first, too. Tarantulas 9:47 pm *turns to swoop* ..You're paying me in goodies, as if I were a fair ride operator. I cannot /believe/ you Windchill 9:47 pm You guys need to quit slacking off on the dog-spotting. Swoop 9:47 pm *bounces and grins* Eat eat Magnum Ace 9:47 pm -is possibly also staring over said edge in amazement- Whirl 9:47 pm I've had enough dogs to last me the next ten years. Windchill 9:47 pm Dogs? Whirl 9:48 pm Well. One dog. Bevel 9:48 pm *wants to know how this ends but also doesn't want to see everything go bad* Windchill 9:48 pm One dog too many? Swoop 9:49 pm ((HOLY FUCK)) Whirl 9:49 pm Haha, HELL YEAH! Windchill 9:49 pm Well, that'll do it. Whirl 9:49 pm *toasts the screen* Bull 9:49 pm *is staying away from the edge of the canyon* Swoop 9:49 pm *SHRIEK laughter* He DEAD Whirl 9:49 pm (9OH HELL YES)) ((HOCUS POCUS)) ((YEEESSSS)) Magnum Ace 9:50 pm ((holy crap he's good Windchill 9:50 pm *POINTS* Dogs. FakeProwl 9:50 pm *looks around until he spots them, then heads their way.* Windchill 9:50 pm I win again. Whirl 9:50 pm ((i ALREADY LIKED THIS MOVIE BUT THE inclusion of this song won me over)) Bull 9:51 pm ((The soundtrack is great)) Windchill 9:51 pm Wow. Swoop 9:51 pm *pat pat pat pat pats at Tara's arm* ((boy take your busted ass glasses off XD)) Windchill 9:51 pm Last time I went down an escalator it was not so elegant. I broke it. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm ((i love all the little things like pillars passing in time to the music and the steps down the escalator with drum rolls etc)) Whirl 9:51 pm I can't imagine any escalator that would survive your enormous butt. Swoop 9:51 pm ((the detail in the sound design is incredible)) Windchill 9:51 pm It didn't. Whirl 9:51 pm ((I KNOOOW this directing is driven by the music and it's fantastic)) Swoop 9:52 pm ((It started off a little bit music videoy but it is very cinematic now)) Clich A 9:52 pm Who left that chair there. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:52 pm ((even the cart crashing down in a few seconds has a double crash)) Windchill 9:52 pm I broke both sides. On purpose. Whirl 9:52 pm *nods sagely and finishes off his drink* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm //Some worker on break probably.// Windchill 9:53 pm Casual property damage is kind of my thing. Dead. Whirl 9:53 pm *snickers* ((IM DYING)) Magnum Ace 9:53 pm -looks back up to Prowl- Hello Swoop 9:53 pm ((god the bullets are all so well timed, it doesn't feel fakey. It's so natural with how on beat everything is.)) Clich A 9:54 pm Oh wow. FakeProwl 9:54 pm Hi. *kneels down next to them.* Magnum Ace 9:54 pm ((HAH! Windchill 9:55 pm I like the purple car. Whirl 9:55 pm Oh, hell, 'Chill. Guess what? Might have a ship. Windchill 9:55 pm Because. It's purple. A ship? Bull 9:55 pm Hi Prowl Windchill 9:55 pm Who did you kill? Did you steal it? Bevel 9:55 pm *likes the car as well but doesn't want to agree with Windchill* Windchill 9:55 pm *WELL TOO BAD.* Whirl 9:55 pm I got hit by it. Windchill 9:56 pm Hmm, maybe that's even better. Whirl 9:56 pm The guy inside is dead--he was trying to kill me. Probably wanted my bounty. But I figure, finders keepers. Windchill 9:56 pm I see you survived, yes. How are you going to change the registration? Whirl 9:56 pm No damn clue. Windchill 9:57 pm Might want to work on that. I mean. FakeProwl 9:57 pm ... We've figured out why you keep ending up here. Windchill 9:57 pm After cleaning up the corpse. Whirl 9:57 pm Oh, it's gone. Magnum Ace 9:57 pm You have? Can it be fixed? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm ((best unexpected use of this song ever)) Bevel 9:58 pm *shifts uncomfortably and waits for this to backfire horribly* FakeProwl 9:58 pm If not fixed, then prevented. Bevel 9:58 pm *yup there it is the backfire* Whirl 9:58 pm ((is..... HAHAHA)) Magnum Ace 9:59 pm That's good. No more late nights Windchill 9:59 pm Who uses their sirens to use the bathroom? Whirl 9:59 pm When you gotta go, you gotta go. Specs 10:00 pm ((honestly, that happens a LOT where I live. the cops are jackasses)) Bull 10:00 pm Meckel has been getting suspicious of us being so tired the next day. Windchill 10:00 pm It's probably illegal. Magnum Ace 10:00 pm Windy has already called me out on it FakeProwl 10:00 pm When we made comm contact, somehow the frequency got tangled up in the program I used to show up here. One of my—roommates, uses it to show up to the other movie night you've gone to. Windchill 10:00 pm I disapprove. Whirl 10:00 pm HA! EXCELLENT. Windchill 10:01 pm Not dead yet. Whirl 10:01 pm Let him bleed out. Windchill 10:01 pm Nah, he might recover. Finish him off. See. Whirl 10:01 pm Okay, fair. Still. What did that idiot think was going to happen? Holding his main squeeze hostage? Looking away from his gun? Idiot. Clich A 10:02 pm ....oh Magnum Ace 10:02 pm Oh, I guess that's...good? FakeProwl 10:02 pm I've got someone who can fix it. Hopefully, this week. Windchill 10:02 pm *Nods.* So. FakeProwl 10:02 pm But if he can't fix it, then I'll stop coming. Windchill 10:03 pm Whirl. Magnum Ace 10:03 pm That would be nice. Windchill 10:03 pm I can't believe. You're out murdering without me. Again. Magnum Ace 10:03 pm But...wouldn't we just appear where you are? Whirl 10:03 pm Hey, now, I was minding my own goddamned BUSINESS. Windchill 10:03 pm *Disapproves of siren misuse but not of murder apparently.* Whirl 10:04 pm I didn't start nothing, but APPARENTLY, I've got a very valuable head. FakeProwl 10:04 pm No. It only happens when I turn the program on. Bevel 10:04 pm *laughs a little at the monsters inc. bit* Windchill 10:04 pm Funny, it's so small. Whirl 10:04 pm I know. Small and shaped like a flashlight. Ugliest head you ever saw. Windchill 10:05 pm *His week long vow to not antagonize people doesn't apply to Whirl, apparently.* Magnum Ace 10:05 pm Really? That's...pretty good. Windchill 10:05 pm Nah, I've seen uglier. Whirl 10:05 pm You're objectively wrong, but I appreciate it. Windchill 10:06 pm You're objectively a butthead. Whirl 10:06 pm *LAUGHS* Bull 10:06 pm If you like these movie nights you should keep going. Windchill 10:06 pm Dead. Swoop 10:06 pm ((goddammit this movie is at 11 all the way through, isn't it?)) Bull 10:06 pm They just, hit some sore spots for us. Whirl 10:06 pm (IT IS)) FakeProwl 10:06 pm So. One way or another, you won't be showing up here against your will again. Whirl 10:06 pm ((I figured this movie would be good but I am still impressed)) Magnum Ace 10:07 pm It's okay, we've gotten used to it FakeProwl 10:07 pm It's not okay. Whirl 10:08 pm That's not what that means. It means, "why are you Romeo," you uncultured--*thrusts his empty cup at the screen*--SWINE. HA! Specs 10:08 pm *snickers at Whirl's drama* Windchill 10:08 pm You sure showed them. Swoop 10:09 pm *shrieks* FakeProwl 10:09 pm ... We've suspected the problem for a few weeks now. I'm sorry I kept coming during that time. Swoop 10:09 pm YAAAHHHH Windchill 10:09 pm He had better be dead this time. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm *Soundwave lurches forward at the shots by the human kid's ears.* Windchill 10:09 pm Huh. Whirl 10:10 pm Kill him! Kill him! Bevel 10:10 pm *flinches* Whirl 10:10 pm Pfft. Swoop 10:10 pm KAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!! DEAD D E A D Specs 10:10 pm Very dead. Whirl 10:10 pm Not as cool as if she'd bashed out his brains with the crowbar. Windchill 10:10 pm Finally, an explosion. Whirl 10:10 pm But still. Windchill 10:10 pm Yeah. Magnum Ace 10:10 pm ...oh Windchill 10:10 pm She got to hit him a little. Swoop 10:11 pm ((*clasps hand over heart* oh no)) Whirl 10:11 pm Woulda been funnier if he got killed by his "bargaining chip," y'know? She was just baby's weak spot this whole thing. Woulda been hilarious to watch someone get brutally murdered by a "weak spot." FakeProwl 10:11 pm Anyway—if you'd like, I can provide a bridge home. There's no reason for you to wait until the rest of us are ready to go. Windchill 10:11 pm *Nods.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm *At least the human is free, but...* *Oh. Not even that.* Magnum Ace 10:12 pm Well, it's not every day we get to wander around an alien planet Bevel 10:12 pm Is he turning himself in? FakeProwl 10:12 pm No. Just every week. Windchill 10:13 pm Well. I guess that's the right thing to do or whatever. We'll see. Magnum Ace 10:14 pm Well, yeah ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm ((ahh i didn't catch the bunch of people in DOC suits watching a car chase before)) Tarantulas 10:15 pm (( fuckin. seriously. miles Magnum Ace 10:15 pm But I meant now. -gestures to the canyon- Whirl 10:16 pm Not bad. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm //Heh. Cute.// Swoop 10:16 pm ((good movie 😄 )) Tarantulas 10:16 pm (( HELLA good Swoop 10:16 pm That good movie It fast FakeProwl 10:16 pm ... *Nods.* All right. *Stands up.* Whenever you're ready to go, then. Swoop 10:16 pm Buuuuuuuuut FakeProwl 10:16 pm ((v good)) Bull 10:16 pm ((Really good)) Whirl 10:16 pm (I SEE U PAUL WILLIAMS)) ((I SEE U)) Swoop 10:16 pm Better movie if not on GROUND 😛 Windchill 10:16 pm (( Nice Lady Teller what. )) Whirl 10:16 pm ((agreed!)) Magnum Ace 10:16 pm ((yes, very good movie)) Swoop 10:16 pm *pat pats Tara* Tarantulas 10:17 pm *rubs his face with his paw, then JUMPS when swoop pats* Windchill 10:17 pm Well, that was something. Swoop 10:17 pm *errupts laughing* You JUMPY spider Whirl 10:17 pm Yeah, you missed a lot. Worth a watch. Clever, at least. Good music. Windchill 10:17 pm I usually do. Bevel 10:17 pm ((seen this a couple times now and i'm still not over the scene in the garage ItsyBitsySpyers 10:17 pm *Soundwave immediately turns to his couchmates to text wall them about it and remembers that it's just him and Tarantulas. Did Prowl miss the whole--?*

*He's about to reach for Tarantulas when Swoop pats and scares him instead. Mmph. Maybe he'll just. Replay some of the good parts in... well, they were all good parts. Some of the best of the good parts in his head for now.* Tarantulas 10:18 pm If I really were a jumping spider, I would have actually smacked you instead of holding myself back just now. Swoop 10:18 pm Keehee ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm //...Hey, I just realized somethin'.// Specs 10:18 pm *the dragon stretches* That was something else. Magnum Ace 10:18 pm -speaking of alien planet, he's curious if it will affect his pitch any- Swoop 10:18 pm *reaches for tara again* Windchill 10:18 pm *Stretches OBSCENELY.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm //If ain't nobody runnin' the Lost Light no more, we got rights to get in that music room thing, yeah?// Tarantulas 10:19 pm *tara catches swoop's hand and just. holds it. tiny hand lost in giant fuzzy paw* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm \\...OH FRAG. DRUMS. I. I GOTTA.\\ Bevel 10:19 pm *relaxes her posture finally and sighs* Whirl 10:19 pm Probably. FakeProwl 10:19 pm I'll be back inside. *Turns to trudge back in.* Whirl 10:19 pm I don't think anyone would stop you guys. Magnum Ace 10:19 pm Hey. Prowl? Swoop 10:19 pm *cocks his head - what is this? - then laughs and bounces* Up! FakeProwl 10:19 pm *Stops.* Yes? Magnum Ace 10:19 pm What are the differences on this planet to Earth's? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:20 pm //Hmm.// *Rumble points at Whirl.* //You still up for that fake band stuff, or naw?// Windchill 10:20 pm *Snorts.* Tarantulas 10:20 pm That's not my name either, Swoop. *hff. joke. but wait* ...Do you actually even KNOW my name? FakeProwl 10:20 pm ... Uhh. No humans? You're going to have to be more specific. Swoop 10:20 pm Uhhh... yeah! Whirl 10:20 pm I mean, if you guys ever wanna have a jam session, and I'm available, hell yeah. Only thing I can really do is sing. Swoop 10:20 pm Maybe Dunno Magnum Ace 10:20 pm Atmosphere? Gravity? Tarantulas 10:20 pm I thought not. No name, no up. Windchill 10:21 pm Castanets, Whirl. Swoop 10:21 pm Spiderbot Windchill 10:21 pm I believe in you. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm //Singin's all ya gotta do. You available after this, or ya gotta run back to the ship thing?// Whirl 10:21 pm Nah, that ship's not going anywhere. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm *Yeah, they overheard that.* Swoop 10:21 pm ((if I thought I could justify Swoop calling him Spider Lady, please know I'd be doing that instead)) Tarantulas 10:21 pm (( omg please. i do wish Whirl 10:21 pm Can't promise that I'll be... very good right now. I am a bit, as they say--*hoists his glass* Tipsy. *he might be a bit more than tipsy. Ravage is a very good bartender* Swoop 10:22 pm ((I can't justify it as is but, given the opportunity, I would)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm //Heh. Drunk singin's a time-honored tradition, mech.// Swoop 10:23 pm You Spiderbot tell Me Swoop name. Theeeeeeeeen ... kehhhhehh! UP! 10:23 pm *big dragon yawn* I think it's time to turn in... This was fun! Thank you, everyone. Whirl 10:23 pm You MIGHT... have a point. Okay, if I'm singing, and Frenzy's on drums, what're you doing? *looks to his epaulette* Seeya later, dragon. Tarantulas 10:23 pm No, that's not how it works, Swoop. *stands up and stretches all the leggies* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm //Wait, he took drums?// \\DAMN RIGHT.\\ //You aft. That was gonna be me. Fine, uh. Guess I could try guitar...ing.// ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm [[Goodnight, dragon.]] Swoop 10:24 pm *hops in place in front of Tara and whines* Whirl 10:24 pm So, what else we need? Windchill 10:24 pm An audience, duh! Bevel 10:24 pm *gets up to leave* Whirl 10:24 pm You volunteering? Magnum Ace 10:25 pm ((Ace is probably going to see how his pitches work on Cybertron, because curiosity)) Windchill 10:25 pm Excuse me, Do you really expect me to sit around and watch you guys play drunken rock band? Of course. Swoop 10:25 pm whhHHhhhHHyyYYyyyYYyyyYyY? Whirl 10:25 pm Yes, I d--heh. Windchill 10:25 pm Bye, Sho-Bevel. Whirl 10:25 pm I mean, we do pretty good duets, you could join in. Windchill 10:25 pm *ALMOST* Whirl 10:25 pm *perks up* Oh! Yeah, seeya, Shovel! Windchill 10:25 pm "Pretty good," he says. Tarantulas 10:26 pm *looks around, wait, where's laserbeak when you need her* Windchill 10:26 pm We're the best there ever was. We'll see. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm *Laserbeak's watching the mess and waving to Bevel.* Swoop 10:26 pm *grabs tara's wrist* Whirl 10:28 pm Okay. Anything else y'all think we need? Anyone you wanna draft? Tarantulas 10:28 pm Primus damn it, you're going to have me researching newbuild psychology on my off hours aren't you Let /go/. Swoop 10:28 pm *jumps up and down* NO ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm *Frenzy scratches his chin, then points to Laserbeak.* \\HER. SHE GOT HER WEIRD TRANSFORMIN' SOUND STUFF.\\ FakeProwl 10:29 pm ((i'm sorry for the slow reply, i'm trying to desperately consult with the muns who run this cybertron to find out what their gravity is)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm \\...'N I GUESS SWOOP CUZ HE TAGS ALONG 'N STUFF.\\ Bevel 10:29 pm *doesn't acknowledge any of the goodbyes, the movie put her in a weird mood* Tarantulas 10:30 pm Yes. Swoop. Swoop should absolutely do whatever it is he's being recruited for. Please. Windchill 10:30 pm You guys gotta pick songs, too. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm \\SWOOP. YOU WANNA PLAY IN A BAND WITH BIRD?\\ Windchill 10:30 pm Maybe it's better to be spontaneous though, scratch that. Swoop 10:30 pm *doesn't let go of Tara, but he looks around, still making high pitched whiny noises* Whirl 10:31 pm *nods his approval; Laserbeak is a good draft* Swoop 10:31 pm *if he isn't getting what he wants, everyone else's audios are gonig ot have to pay for it* Windchill 10:31 pm *The spider is not your mom child, calm down.* Magnum Ace 10:31 pm ((hey, accuracy is a good reason Whirl 10:31 pm You want I should pry him off, Legs? Windchill 10:31 pm *Thinks of something evil.* Tarantulas said he could sing. Might as well bring him along, too. FakeProwl 10:32 pm Ah. You'd be better off getting the specifics on the atmosphere from him. *nods to Ravage.* This isn't my Cybertron. But gravity is 31.7 percent of Earth's. Tarantulas 10:32 pm Yes, please. Before I web him up to the - oh Primus. Whirl 10:32 pm Nah. We already GOT a singer. Windchill 10:32 pm You can have more than one, you frick. Whirl 10:32 pm Not if the LEAD singer don't say so. Windchill 10:32 pm You guys could be like a boy band. Or Destiny's Child, even. Swoop 10:32 pm *clamps down with both hands, he is a baby but his talons are pretty well developed* UP! Whirl 10:32 pm Next time, maybe, Legs can join. I doubt he could keep up. *sly, sidelong look* Windchill 10:33 pm Whirl you're RUINING my EVIL PLOT. FakeProwl 10:33 pm *He can't take air samples but he CAN observe gravity at work. That's just simple math.* Whirl 10:33 pm *no, he's just running an evil plot parallel to yours* Bevel 10:33 pm *there are other bots outside... awkwardly shuffles in a direction away from others while they're distracted by talking about gravity* Magnum Ace 10:33 pm Percent more or less? Windchill 10:33 pm *RUINING. RUINED. IT'S RUINED.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Ravage flicks an ear and looks up. He was called? Yes? No? What?* Tarantulas 10:33 pm *fricken damn it swoop. tara's arm jerks p hard to get him off, and if that doesn't work, tara's physically going to pry him off with a few other legs* FakeProwl 10:33 pm Percent of. Windchill 10:34 pm *Sinks into his seat in mock defeat.* *Whines.* I just wanna be evil... Magnum Ace 10:34 pm ((oh this is gonna be fun Swoop 10:34 pm *oh he's going to make you pry, whining increasingly higher pitches the whole while* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm *Ravage rumbles a goodbye to Bevel.* *He can't see her, but he can smell her.* FakeProwl 10:34 pm So, 68.3% less. Magnum Ace 10:34 pm ((less gravity on that scary ass pitch Bevel 10:35 pm *feels bad about ignoring everyone in the club so Ravage gets a very quick ping because that will help her feel less guilty yes* Windchill 10:35 pm Swoop. FakeProwl 10:35 pm ((for reference: about a third of earth's gravity and roughly double the moon's gravity)) Windchill 10:35 pm Swoop. Swoop. Swoop. Magnum Ace 10:35 pm ((cool! Thanks Windchill 10:35 pm You're being a poop, Swoop. Tarantulas 10:36 pm *once he gets a proper hold of swoop tara drags him out to the door and just. tosses him out. there. u guys outside have him* Windchill 10:36 pm Nobody's allowed to be higher pitched than I am! Magnum Ace 10:36 pm Hmn. Hey, Bull? Bull 10:36 pm Yeah? Tarantulas 10:36 pm *tara really hopes sw isn't watching, he doesn't know if that warrants a bridge out or not* Swoop 10:36 pm *shrieks the entire way across the room while Tara drags him like he's DYING, but it turns into an excited laugh once he's getting tossed, this is a slight improvement* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm *Soundwave is on cloud nine right now. He was trusting the twins to watch.*

*That was, of course, A Mistake.* FakeProwl 10:37 pm *He figures that's all he's needed for. Heads back into the cl— There's a Swoop in his way.* Windchill 10:37 pm This is getting borderline violent. Swoop 10:37 pm *lands with more grace than a shrieking toddler really should, but he's all giggles now* FakeProwl 10:37 pm *Regards the Swoop tiredly.* Magnum Ace 10:38 pm Want to test out something? Swoop 10:38 pm *finally notices Prowl, then immediately stops caring, Prowl is boring* AGAIN! AGAIN! Magnum Ace 10:38 pm -and he's hefting his baseball in the one hand- Tarantulas 10:39 pm *nope swoop, tara shut the doors behind him when he went back inside* Bull 10:39 pm Test out? Magnum, I thought your shoulder would be tired from earlier. *chuckles* But if you want to. Swoop 10:39 pm *scratches at the door* Tarantulas 10:39 pm *he webbed it shut* FakeProwl 10:39 pm *... He doesn't have the energy to walk around Swoop.* Whirl 10:39 pm *watches this in silence* Windchill 10:39 pm *YOU TRAPPED PROWL OUTSIDE???* Swoop 10:39 pm *is the worst type of movie villain... a child* FakeProwl 10:40 pm *He could just go non-corporeal and walk straight through Swoop and the d—* Windchill 10:40 pm You guys are gonna give that kid a complex. Tarantulas 10:40 pm He already HAS a complex. FakeProwl 10:40 pm *... And leave the leaguers outside alone with a rampant Dinobot.* Swoop 10:40 pm *has a complex* Windchill 10:40 pm A WORSE ONE. Magnum Ace 10:40 pm Not really. Besides, I want to try this out FakeProwl 10:40 pm *......... Tiredly trudges back over to the cliff. He's on guard duty now, he supposes.* Windchill 10:41 pm We're the adults in this situation, that means we're responsible. As much as it pains me to say so. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *Ravage would tell them not to break any windows, but, well. Dancitron hasn't got any.* Bull 10:41 pm Alright. *pulls out his mitt* Just let me get into position. *Bull moved a good ways away from Magnum before taking a catching stance* Magnum Ace 10:41 pm ((this bullshit is what he's about to do https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9VvaGg-rC0&feature=youtu.be&t=16m2s Shippu! Iron Leaguer 48 (SUB) Shippu! Iron Leaguer 48 (SUB) New episode once per week. This is NOT an "official" fansub. Beware of translating mistakes, typos, and bad grammar. Translations: sharky857, me & my friend ... FakeProwl 10:41 pm *... Oh. They're about to—* Don't— You shouldn't— You don't want to do that right now. Bull 10:41 pm *his horns pointing forward as his visor drops down* Swoop 10:42 pm *could burn down the building..... but Bird. SIGH* Bull 10:42 pm ((Wrong cli[p)) Magnum Ace 10:42 pm ((whoops, wrong clip)) FakeProwl 10:42 pm Magnum Ace! *If he starts throwing things—* Tarantulas 10:42 pm Windchill, you're only saying that because you aren't the one he's latched onto. Magnum Ace 10:43 pm ((what problems if he does that? Whirl 10:43 pm I think he could handle it. Windchill DOES have a kid. FakeProwl 10:43 pm ((attracting the attention of a fireball-throwing berserker toddler)) Whirl 10:43 pm I've met her, too, she's a right terror. Windchill 10:43 pm As lucky as I am that he doesn't like me, I'm still right. Yeah, I got... Tarantulas 10:44 pm Please, then LET him handle it Windchill 10:44 pm I got this THING. Whirl 10:44 pm I have already taught her how to curse. *claw over spark* Windchill 10:44 pm Called EXPERIENCE. In dealing with little shits. Swoop 10:44 pm *how do you get inside a building without burning it down? wheeljack didn't prepare him for this scenario....* Whirl 10:44 pm Windchill, you know what you must do. Windchill 10:44 pm What must I do? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:44 pm *YOU USE THE DOORS YOU'RE RIGHT IN FRONT OF, SWOOP, HE SWEARS TO PRIMUS* Magnum Ace 10:44 pm ((oops. He's probably already doing the thing Tarantulas 10:44 pm ...Please don't let him back in Swoop 10:44 pm *TARA WEBBED IT SHUT HE IS TRYING* Magnum Ace 10:44 pm ((because he's curious and forgot)) Windchill 10:45 pm He's gonna do something inadvisable if we leave him out there, that's for sure. Swoop 10:45 pm *he has missiles bu the's pretty sure that still counts as burning the building down* Tarantulas 10:45 pm (( this is a disaster (( i love it ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm *Soundwave shakes his helm and returns himself to the Real World. Looks like some people have left and some still haven't returned. What's keeping Prowl and the Le--*

*When did THAT get there?*

(txt): Tarantulas. Windchill 10:46 pm *Eyes the doors, trying to gauge how his claws would fare against the webbing.* FakeProwl 10:46 pm ((do i assume he already threw a pitch then?)) Tarantulas 10:46 pm *groans and collapses in a chair* Magnum Ace 10:46 pm ((more like https://youtu.be/cuJZK5jkrKo?t=17m26s that one FakeProwl 10:46 pm ((you didn't say he threw it, so ???)) Windchill 10:47 pm *And whether the doors themselves would emerge unscathed. Property damage is more fun when you get away with it.* Magnum Ace 10:47 pm ((and yes, he did, probably when Prowl was yelling at him not to FakeProwl 10:47 pm *Scrap SCRAP scrapscrap. That's not a subtle pitch. Panicked look toward Swoop. Please, by some miracle, do not have noticed it.* Swoop 10:47 pm *slides down the door and immediately texts BIrd just an unreal number of sad emojis* Windchill 10:47 pm I'm gonna do it. Tarantulas 10:48 pm *HEAVY SIGH* ...Have at it. Ughh. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm [[What? Have at what? DO NOT BREAK HIS DOORS.]] Windchill 10:48 pm Don't worry, I got a delicate touch. Bull 10:48 pm *Bull Armor was more than a little surprised at the strength of the pitch in the alien atmosphere, but managed to catch it* FakeProwl 10:49 pm *Prowl has seen bazookas that shoot concentrated sunlight that are less flashy than that pitch* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:49 pm *Startled to his feet. Still hasn't gotten an answer. Prods Tarantulas with a feeler.* Windchill 10:49 pm *He gets up and rolls his shoulders; this is gonna take all of his strength.* Okay you guys. Bull 10:49 pm Woah, that would definitely tear up the field more than usual. Magnum Ace 10:49 pm -Sorry Prowl- Windchill 10:50 pm He's liable to come flying back your way. If we're lucky he'll run into my groin first. No promises. Magnum Ace 10:50 pm ...are you okay, Bull? FakeProwl 10:50 pm ... You—! What'syourname! CATCHER! Tarantulas 10:50 pm *bats sw's feeler away with a "take care of it yourself" huff and the mental image of swoop with a giant X stamped on him* Whirl 10:50 pm All right. Well. I'm heading out, one way or the other. *looks to the twins* Comin with? Or should I meet you later on tonight? Bull 10:50 pm Me? *Bull Armor pointed to himself curiously* Bull Armor Windchill 10:50 pm *Goes to the door. Stares at it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm //Comin' with. I ain't gonna be here when footstool here breaks them doors 'n torques the Boss off.//

\\ME NEITHER.\\ Whirl 10:50 pm *snickers* Windchill 10:51 pm Cowards! Whirl 10:51 pm Good luck, foostool! Ping me if you wanna bridge to the band floor. Windchill 10:51 pm *Picks idly at the webbing, testing it.* Yeah, give me a few. FakeProwl 10:51 pm Do NOT throw that back. No more. Both of you. Stop it. *he's trying not to shout because shouting might attract Dinobot attention too, but the two of them are very far apart.* Bull 10:51 pm I'm okay Magnum, just wasn't expecting such a difference. Ummm... I wasn't intending to. Magnum Ace 10:51 pm Neither was I... FakeProwl 10:52 pm Good. Bull 10:52 pm *doesn't understand what the problem is* Tarantulas 10:52 pm *there's not too much webbing on the doors, windchill should only need a few seconds to get it off* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm *Take care of WHAT himself? The webs?*

[[No. No few. Step away from the doors.]] Magnum Ace 10:52 pm That may be a bit too strong... Windchill 10:52 pm *If you want a Swoop to the face then have at it.* FakeProwl 10:52 pm There are dangerous, murderous things out here that are attracted to bright lights, environmental damage, and fun, and you are producing all three. And one of those dangerous things is standing behind me. Whirl 10:52 pm *pauses, looking to the twins* Should I ask to bridge or...? I'm pretty sure I ain't supposed to indoors. Swoop 10:53 pm *notices that life beyond the situation he is immediately in exist and looks over to see what other people are doing outside* FakeProwl 10:53 pm *admittedly, farther behind prowl than prowl is to either of the players, but still technically behind him. he's made his point.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:53 pm *They're huge panes of specialized red glass and if Windchill breaks them he is going to--*

//Uh.// *Conspiratorial whisper and gesture to Whirl and Frenzy to follow him.* //Upstairs. C'mon. More room there.// Magnum Ace 10:53 pm ...him? -points to Swoop- FakeProwl 10:53 pm Him. Do not. Do that. Swoop 10:53 pm *sees the point* *waves* Magnum Ace 10:53 pm -waves back- Windchill 10:54 pm *Puts his hands on his hips to wait patiently.* Whirl 10:54 pm *nods; he'll set his glass carefully down on the table and allow himself to be led away by the twins* Swoop 10:54 pm *waves with his whole arm like the three year old he's being right now* Windchill 10:54 pm Oh ye of little faith. Magnum Ace 10:54 pm Okay, sorry, I won't do that again FakeProwl 10:54 pm *... Dammit.* Windchill 10:54 pm *He SEES you, Whirl.* Bull 10:54 pm *Bull walks back to Magnum to give him the ball* FakeProwl 10:54 pm *Turns around. Please don't let Swoop be coming over here.* Swoop 10:54 pm *hops up off his spot on the floor and comes over there* Magnum Ace 10:54 pm -takes off his mitt again, and hands it to Bull- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm ((QUICK TIME OUT i am super mixed up now where is everyone specifically)) Swoop 10:54 pm Hi FakeProwl 10:54 pm *DamMIT.* Bull 10:54 pm Hi FakeProwl 10:55 pm ((swoop, prowl, and the leaguers are outside. everyone else is inside i think)) Tarantulas 10:55 pm (( tara's in a chair in dancitron Magnum Ace 10:55 pm -ball inside it- FakeProwl 10:55 pm ((is ravage still with them outside?)) Swoop 10:55 pm ((Yup. Swoop got thrown out. The others were already out. Everyoen else is trapped indoors with Tara lol)) Windchill 10:55 pm (( Way to put it lol. )) FakeProwl 10:55 pm *He's not breathing fire. That's good. But if he makes one false move toward the leaguers...* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm ((ravage is outside, rumble and frenzy and bird are heading upstairs with whirl. and is windchill still bothering the doors or no?)) Swoop 10:56 pm *crouches down by the leaguers* What doing? Windchill 10:56 pm (( Chill's standing beside the doors. )) Magnum Ace 10:56 pm We were looking at the view? FakeProwl 10:56 pm *Nuh nuh-uh-uh Prowl's not letting Swoop get closer to the leaguers than to himself. Maintain a safe distance.* Swoop 10:57 pm ((there's a cliff out here they are looking at, yeah?)) FakeProwl 10:57 pm ((yeh)) Magnum Ace 10:57 pm ((yup Swoop 10:57 pm YAH! It good cliff. Kehehhh. For JUMP! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm *If allowed, he'll try to get a feelerful of web to pull it off.*

*And then he'll realize it's horrible and sticky and thready and even worse than Airachnid's. And recoil and try shaking it off of his claws.* Tarantulas 10:58 pm *tarantulas can't help but snicker* Magnum Ace 10:58 pm Ah...if you have wings, I'm sure ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm *Looks like it's Windchill's job after all. He's dealing with a Gross moment.* FakeProwl 10:59 pm *Flatly.* If you're interested, then be my guest. Go jump off a cliff. Magnum Ace 10:59 pm -He's sure even the volleyball leaguers wouldn't go near it- Windchill 10:59 pm So? What's the plan? Swoop 10:59 pm *totally misses Prowl's point* Swoop and Bird fly here LOTS! FakeProwl 11:00 pm *He wouldn't have made it if he thought Swoop would get it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:00 pm *Scraping the feeler across the floor in the hopes of ridding himself of it.*

[[Just - don't break the glass.]] Bull 11:00 pm Lets not. *Bull Armor moves behind Magnum* Windchill 11:00 pm Okay. FakeProwl 11:01 pm *He's going to try to edge himself more directly between Swoop and the leaguers. Living shield.* Magnum Ace 11:01 pm -just going to...move a bit more in front of Bull- Swoop 11:02 pm *is so used to freaked out people that this doesn't register at all* Kehhehh! Cliffs not so much fun for grounders. Windchill 11:02 pm *He's gonna SQUAT in front of the door and pick at the seam, using his claw to get under the ick where he can peel it back towards himself.* Magnum Ace 11:02 pm Well, the view is nice Windchill 11:02 pm *Gross stringy bits, ew.* Swoop 11:03 pm Throw stuff nice too! Keheh! Windchill 11:03 pm *He's forming an idea.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm *Primus, it's just sort of getting into the cracks in his claws and in the inside now. He needs something that isn't smooth to clean it on.*

*Tarantulas. Tarantulas is furry. Fur has lots of places to catch things on and he's the one responsible for this in the first place.*

*SWIPE across Tarantulas' chest.* Windchill 11:03 pm *Careful is NOT his specialty.* Tarantulas 11:04 pm *nO SOUNDWAVE* Windchill 11:04 pm *Just. A. Little bit MORE.* Magnum Ace 11:04 pm Throw...stuff? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:04 pm *CLEAN AT LAST* Windchill 11:04 pm *Gets his meaty claws around a chunk of it and pulls on it like melted cheese.* Swoop 11:05 pm YAH! Like rock. Him Slag, kehhehh, him SPIT off cliff Tarantulas 11:05 pm *starts cleaning his fur immediately. you're going to regret that sw* Windchill 11:05 pm *SLICE.* *It's not perfect, but there's more in his hands than on the door now.* You guys... *Stands up and turns around to present his trophy, a small mass of web.* Bull 11:06 pm I think we'll stick to throwing balls. Windchill 11:06 pm *Sticks it to his chin, like...a beard.* Ho, Ho, Ho. Magnum Ace 11:06 pm Oh...-phew. He thought for a moment he was in trouble- Tarantulas 11:07 pm *tarantulas just stares at windchill. and stares and stares* Windchill 11:07 pm *Seems mightily pleased with himself.* Swoop 11:07 pm *digs his talons into the ground, does he want to take off?.... nahh* What balls? FakeProwl 11:08 pm *gives the leaguers a Look. it's supposed to be pleading but tbh it probably just looks angry. please. please. please do not encourage him.* Windchill 11:08 pm It seems you guys are lacking in holiday spirit! Tsk tsk tsk! ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm *Soundwave looks down at the floor as if asking Primus why he has to put up with this, then at the doors.*

[[Do they work now.]] Windchill 11:08 pm That's it. Magnum Ace 11:08 pm -nudges Bull back BEHIND him- Windchill 11:08 pm Coal for all of you. *He looks back at the doors, fondling his new beard.* Magnum Ace 11:09 pm Snowballs Windchill 11:09 pm As well as they're going to short of a scrubbing or chemical strip. Swoop 11:09 pm Snow?? Magnum Ace 11:09 pm -just going to bend the truth a bit- FakeProwl 11:09 pm *wow. prowl gave somebody a Look and it worked. how often does that happen?* Tarantulas 11:10 pm I'll deal with the rest of the webbing later, Soundwave, just - do NOT open those doors. Magnum Ace 11:10 pm Yes. Snow. What humans do for fun, when they get snow to do it with Windchill 11:10 pm TOO LATE FUCKO. *OPENS THE DOORS.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm [[He didn't.]] Swoop 11:10 pm Dinobots not good in snow. Kehhehh. Us around, it just WATER! Tarantulas 11:10 pm *sinks down as far in chair as possible* Windchill 11:11 pm *Hmm, Swoop appears to be absent.* Well, that was anticlimatic. Magnum Ace 11:11 pm -Prowl is a friend. He's going to try and listen to him- So, you just melt the snow by being near it? Swoop 11:12 pm Uhhh. Depend. Kehhhehhh. If Us do lots of FIRE before kehehh! *huffs a puff of flame and smoke, just a little, nothing too murdery* Windchill 11:13 pm We're TOO LATE. *Changes tack to something more dramatic.* Magnum Ace 11:13 pm Oh...that would melt snow pretty fast -He breaths FIRE!?- Swoop 11:14 pm Melt BOTS pretty fast too kehhehehhh ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm *Soundwave looks at Tarantulas. What was all the warning about?* FakeProwl 11:14 pm *SITS UP STRAIGHTER. the flames are coming out. he's on high alert.* Bull 11:14 pm *Bull Armor was not expecting the mech to suddenly breath fire* Magnum Ace 11:14 pm I'm sure. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm *Well, at least he knows where Prowl is now, and -- ARE THOSE FLAMES?* Windchill 11:14 pm *BOUNDS out the door, beard and all, bellowing like a crazed bull.* SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! Magnum Ace 11:15 pm Please point them in a different direction FakeProwl 11:15 pm *oh dammit* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm *Follows Windchill looking not at all crazed or bull-ish and much quieter.* Tarantulas 11:15 pm *...why doesn't tarantulas just leave. he could just... go. wow. but he should say goodbye to prowl before he - wait. fuck. where's prowl. is he -* Swoop 11:15 pm *why is everyone so surprised? he does three things - fly, fire, and harass people. it what he do* Kay Windchill 11:15 pm *Santa has been UNLEASHED.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm [[NO. FIRE.]] Swoop 11:15 pm *was gonna do a thing but, instead, his head snaps towards Soundwave* Magnum Ace 11:16 pm -Bull. He wants his glove and ball back now- Swoop 11:16 pm *he is?? outside????* FakeProwl 11:16 pm *and there's another lunatic barreling at them, which is probably going to start a fight. leans over the leaguers, he's preparing to pick them up and run.* Swoop 11:16 pm *outside??? means it is?? fire time????* Bull 11:16 pm *gladly hands Magnum his ball and glove back* Windchill 11:17 pm *Skids to a stop to pose and roar at the sky dramatically. Gotta release all of this pent up energy.* *His beard flaps in the wind, maybe.* Swoop 11:17 pm *SHRIEKS with laughter at Windchill* WHAT???? Windchill 11:17 pm WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? Swoop 11:17 pm *HOPS up and down* FIRE! Windchill 11:18 pm You out here harassing people??! Swoop 11:18 pm YAH! : > Tarantulas 11:18 pm (( i'm totally just imagining the music playing out the open club doors in the background of this ridiculous scene Windchill 11:18 pm (( Perf. )) Swoop 11:18 pm ((oh totally)) Magnum Ace 11:18 pm -he's putting his mitt back on, and holding his ball in a more ready position. You guys have put him on alert too- ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm ((in that case i know what's next)) FakeProwl 11:18 pm *probably just. hilariously squat-crouched over two aliens. with his elbows out and his optics wide. all 8| like* Windchill 11:18 pm (( GOD. )) Tarantulas 11:19 pm (( i kKNEW it Swoop 11:19 pm *is excited to be here again, what are we doing, he doesn't know, he doesn't care* ((YES GOOD)) FakeProwl 11:19 pm ((fuckin)) Magnum Ace 11:19 pm ((ohmygod Bull 11:19 pm *Bull's horns are pointed forward in the alarmed position* Windchill 11:20 pm *Puts his hands on his hips. Briefly contemplates how long he has before he, too, is locked out.* Are you making friends, Swoop?! Swoop 11:21 pm *is only getting bouncer the longer he's here, someone is gong to get bit soon if he doesn't get to do SOMETHING* YAH! Magnum Ace 11:21 pm ((Prowl is acting like a mother hen ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm *How much energon would it take to bridge this many people out. Could they find their way back home if he just. Puts them somewhere. Anywhere.* FakeProwl 11:21 pm ((BASICALLY)) Windchill 11:21 pm *Squints, He's not convinced, Swoop.* Tarantulas 11:21 pm *tarantulas is just hiding indoors. nbd. let soundwave deal with the mess* Swoop 11:22 pm *cannot read that squinty expression, he is jumping too much and honestly doesn't care* Magnum Ace 11:22 pm ((it's cute and funny at once Swoop 11:22 pm *may or may not fling himself off a cliff soon* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:22 pm *Ravage, for the record, is still a damn useless loaf who is just listening to the whole affair like it's a soap opera. Living with the other minis makes you jaded.* FakeProwl 11:22 pm ((the second swoop does anything more threatening than bounce, he is ready to take Action)) Windchill 11:22 pm I think your friends need a break, Swoop. They have to go home soon. Laz-BIRD is waiting for you upstairs. Magnum Ace 11:23 pm ((awwww Swoop 11:23 pm *squeals* BIRD? Windchill 11:23 pm She's gonna leave and go play Rock Band without you if you don't go get her! Swoop 11:23 pm ((sir)) ((are you attempting to bring ths child indoors)) ((because I can make that happen)) Windchill 11:23 pm (( : ) )) Tarantulas 11:23 pm (( no. no. nonono Swoop 11:24 pm *HAS NO IDEA WHAT THAT IS BUT HE WANTS TO PARTICIPATE* *PROMPTLY -LAUNCHES- HIMSELF BACK TOWARDS DANCITRON* Windchill 11:24 pm HEY. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm [[Yes. Every rock concert needs pyrotechni--]] Magnum Ace 11:24 pm ..... ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm [[...Well.]] Windchill 11:24 pm *Is, luckily or not, between Swoop and the door.* FakeProwl 11:25 pm *drops shoulder to shield the leaguers as swoop barrels by* Swoop 11:25 pm *straight up slide-dives to try to slip past windchill's legs* Magnum Ace 11:25 pm -shoving himself and Bull further behind Prowl's shoulder- Windchill 11:25 pm *SCISSORS* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:25 pm *Bridges himself the hell outta the way and up onto the roof.* Swoop 11:26 pm *!!!!* ?????????? *THRASHES* Windchill 11:26 pm *ALMOST TRIPS HELP THIS WAS NOT THOUGHT THROUGH VERY WELL.* *DARN YOU RECKLESS IMPULSE!* FakeProwl 11:26 pm *is that the start of a fight* Windchill 11:26 pm SWOOP STOP. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm ((can soundwave make a Questionable Decision)) Tarantulas 11:27 pm (( please. this evening is full of questionable decisions Swoop 11:27 pm *CHOMP right on the back of windchill's knee* Magnum Ace 11:27 pm ((go for it, Ace already did one)) FakeProwl 11:27 pm *THAT'S A FIGHT* Windchill 11:27 pm (( The entire day has been questionable decisions. )) Swoop 11:27 pm ((tonight is a questionable decision)) FakeProwl 11:27 pm *picks up the leaguers and fucking, sprints.* Windchill 11:28 pm *IS JUST GONNA STAY VERY STILL.* Windchill 11:28 pm Swoop... Bull 11:28 pm *Bull Armor yelps and clings* FakeProwl 11:28 pm *we are going along the cliff the OTHER WAY from the fight* Magnum Ace 11:28 pm -copies Bull and clings- ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm *Two things happen in short succession. First: A MASSIVE SPLASH DOWN of water pours out over those two from an overhead bridge, presumably from Earth. He's heard this works there.* *As soon as that one disappears and it cuts off, he sends them both to Swoop's timeline via another one.* FakeProwl 11:28 pm *PROWL DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THAT NOISE IS BUT HE'S RUNNING FASTER* Swoop 11:29 pm *THE FIRST PART WAS UNNECESSARY, SOUNDWAVE, WHY DO YOU WATER THE DINOBOT THIS IS A NON O* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm *BECAUSE THERE MIGHT BE FLAMES IN A MINUTE* Windchill 11:29 pm (( To make him grow?)) Windchill 11:30 pm *His prized beard has been washed away, the only remaining evidence of his presence.* Swoop 11:30 pm *whelp, he's going to be a whole lot of someone's problem on the other side of that bridge, now that he's hyped up AND wet, but it's not soundwave's problem and that's what matters in the end, finger guns all around* Windchill 11:30 pm *Remember him...as he was...* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:31 pm *A perfect temporary fit for the bizarreness of the boxyverse?* Magnum Ace 11:31 pm -just going to cling tighter to Prowl at that- -what is going on now?- Windchill 11:32 pm *He'll just cry at Whirl over the comms for a bridge once he's done being Detangled from Swoop, probably.* FakeProwl 11:32 pm *... the fighting noises have stopped. slows to a jog and glances back over his shoulder.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *And miss out on giant purple griffins and Autobots in Hollywood? For shame, Windchill.* Swoop 11:32 pm ((Swoop is hyped af, knows he is missing out hanging out with Bird, wet, and still tangled up in a stranger. He's going to bite the shit out of Windchill before any escapes are made lol)) Magnum Ace 11:33 pm ...Prowl? Windchill 11:33 pm *BUT MISSING ROCK BAND? WITH HIS FRIEND? PERISH THE THOUGHT* Magnum Ace 11:33 pm What...just happened there? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm *Good point. Get those bites, get free, and get rocking.* Swoop 11:34 pm *take some lovely new beak imprints back with you, buddy* *tell Bird how much of a pain in the ass he was to fight off* *it's what he'd want* Windchill 11:34 pm *He will cherish those hideous welts.* *Battle scars.* *Even if he's not gonna battle so much as tough it out until Swoop either runs out of biting fury or finds something else to do.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:35 pm *Soundwave temporarily transforms to fly down to the ground, popping back into root mode as soon as he gets to the puddle. Prod prod with foot.* FakeProwl 11:35 pm *slows to a stop.* Your new fire-breathing friend is always one small burst of excitement away from starting a fight with anything he can get his claws on. He had a burst of excitement. Swoop 11:35 pm *just throw him like a Frisbee and run, buddy* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm [[This is going to rust.]] Put-upon vent. [[He's going back inside.]] Tarantulas 11:36 pm *...........wait. you know what would be smart. sorry prowl, but this spider's bridging the fuck outta dodge before anyone can come back inside* Windchill 11:36 pm *Save his beard while you're at it he might come back for it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm *With intent to sit by - now WHERE THE PIT--* Windchill 11:36 pm *He was planning to eat it and muck up his guts just for the shits and giggles.* *YOU RUINED IT.* Windchill 11:37 pm *HE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm *Location request for Tarantulas.* Magnum Ace 11:37 pm ...oh FakeProwl 11:37 pm And—for the record—seeing someone throwing giant balls of ground-ripping light around would induce a burst of excitement as well. He would probably think you're a fun combat partner. Windchill 11:37 pm *Sorry Swoop, no frisbee today. That would only make it worse, in his opinion.* Magnum Ace 11:38 pm I didn't...oh... Bull 11:38 pm L-lets not let that happen Magnum Ace 11:38 pm No. Let's not. I'd rather not be anyone's compat partner *combat Tarantulas 11:39 pm @SW: ::What, are you my keeper now? I'm back home.:: Windchill 11:39 pm *He's gonna sit there and suffer your bites and WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A SERIOUS TALK YOUNG MAN. EVEN IF IT ALL GOES OVER YOUR POINTY HEAD.* Swoop 11:39 pm ((I've been comparing swoop bios lately and consistently, he's got an unreal amount of endurance with speed being the next big thing. Point is, he'd be at it for a whiiiiiiiiile before he got bored. If You wanna play with other people, just bail out. I'm going to doodle and laugh my ass off at this nutty night. I'm good.)) FakeProwl 11:39 pm ... Everyone here is dangerous. Most of us have self-control and some degree of regard for other people's lives. He doesn't. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:39 pm @Tarantulas: (txt): Negative. Confused. Now clear. Enjoy home. FakeProwl 11:40 pm *Starts to trudge back toward the club. Stops.* ... Would you like to be set down? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:40 pm *Well then. It looks like he has the inside of Dancitron to himself.*

*...He has the inside of Dancitron to himself.*

*Time to put on some music.* Windchill 11:40 pm (( I got nothing going on 'cept work tomorrow so IDGAF. )) Tarantulas 11:40 pm @SW: ::And you enjoy your home as well, hyeh.:: Bull 11:40 pm I think we should go home. ((I gotta get flopping off)) Swoop 11:41 pm ((lol k, then you and I can just fastforward to windchill being a very throughout chew toy and swoop getting bored but still gnawing a bit lol)) FakeProwl 11:42 pm I'll get you a bridge. *Sets them down.* And this will be the last time this happens. Magnum Ace 11:42 pm Yeah...home about now sounds good Windchill 11:42 pm (( Fair. Pull up that Spongebob time card. )) Magnum Ace 11:42 pm Thank you ItsyBitsySpyers 11:42 pm *Prowl's probably escorting the Leaguers through a bridge right now, Tarantulas is gone, Swoop and Windchill are away, and the minis are elsewhere. So.*

*He's doing as the robot humans are singing.* Tarantulas 11:42 pm (( i caNT BELIEVE TARANTULAS IS MISSING THIS ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm *Nothing fancy. Just a little something to satisfy the part of him that wanted to be more involved with the night's movie.* Windchill 11:43 pm (( YOU DONE GOOFED. )) Swoop 11:43 pm ((I look forward to Swoop getting IMMEDIATELY thrown out of Dancitron this time next week when he tackles Tara the second he comes in the door)) Windchill 11:43 pm (( Beautiful. )) Tarantulas 11:43 pm (( tara might just get bridged out too. rip Bull 11:43 pm ((Night)) Swoop 11:44 pm *chews, but not very enthusiastically, on windchill's forearm* Windchill 11:44 pm (( o7 )) Swoop 11:44 pm Boring Magnum Ace 11:44 pm ((so, if we want the leaguers there next week, how do we go about that?)) FakeProwl 11:44 pm *Bridge for the leaguers.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:44 pm ((ask soundwave, he'll bridge them)) FakeProwl 11:44 pm ((now they've gotta WANT to come)) Windchill 11:44 pm *Stares at the sky in what's technically an alien world, resigned to his fate.* Boring? Swoop 11:45 pm You boring Windchill 11:45 pm Thanks. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:45 pm *Sliding steps across the floor, graceful spins, biolights as bright as you please now that he's free to indulge.* Windchill 11:45 pm I appreciate it. I always did want to be a little more boring. Swoop 11:45 pm Keh Magnum Ace 11:45 pm -And back home the leaguers go- ((that's good! Swoop 11:45 pm Me Swoop want to play with Bird now. Magnum Ace 11:46 pm ((and g'night! Thanks for the chaos Windchill 11:46 pm You Swoop make us late to Rock Band. Swoop 11:46 pm Nuh uh Windchill 11:46 pm Yes. Swoop 11:46 pm No Windchill 11:46 pm Pretty sure. Swoop 11:47 pm Keheh Noooo Me Swoop not *gestures vaguely around himself* do stuff bridge Him Soundwave do Windchill 11:47 pm *Gasps.* Him SOUNDWAVE make us late to Rock Band! Swoop 11:47 pm YAH *believes this completelY* Windchill 11:49 pm *Is he mimicking Swoop's speech on purpose or is it getting to him? We may never know.* Swoop 11:49 pm *will never think hard enough to wonder this* Windchill 11:49 pm I dunno, we kinda deserved it. Swoop 11:49 pm noo ItsyBitsySpyers 11:50 pm *He's never noticed that Laserbeak does a form of it. Windchill will get away with it.* Swoop 11:50 pm Me Swoop not want to water Windchill 11:50 pm That's what happens when you break the rules and scare people. And bite them. Swoop 11:50 pm *blows raspberries* Windchill 11:51 pm *BLOWS HARDER.* Swoop 11:51 pm Rules for breaking kehhh *MORE RASPBERRRIES* Windchill 11:51 pm Then you'll keep being late. Swoop 11:51 pm Dinobots show up WHENever Us Want Windchill 11:51 pm *Has a free hand to blow gross flatulent raspberries into. Juicy.* You want to miss Bird playing Rock Band? Swoop 11:52 pm Nooo Windchill 11:52 pm Then you have to play by the rules. Swoop 11:53 pm Me Swoop never KILL anyone at movie night 😛 ((yet)) ((give him time)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm *Definitely getting into a flow of sorts now that nobody's here. Are there really humans like the one in the film? That one was so much like him...* Swoop 11:53 pm Him Soundwave get maaad at Me Swoop no reason BAH kick out Windchill 11:53 pm *Invents.* Swoop 11:54 pm Whatever Me Swoop can play anywhere : > Windchill 11:54 pm *Your density is testing his patience.* We broke the rules so we got kicked out. Tarantulas 11:54 pm *wahhhh. tarantulas didn't say bye to prowl. now he feels bad. a ping for prowl. then!!* Swoop 11:55 pm *buddy if you don't like dense this is the WRONG team to interact wtih* FakeProwl 11:55 pm *pings back* Windchill 11:55 pm *Technically Swoop broke the rules with the biting but they're in this together now.* Swoop 11:55 pm Nuh uh No No rules Tarantulas 11:55 pm @Prowl: ::How are things there, are - is everything calmer now?:: Swoop 11:56 pm Me Swoop can kill anyone OUTSIDE. It not movie rules EVERYWHERE. Windchill 11:56 pm We were practically on Soundwave's porch, you putz! Swoop 11:56 pm *as far as he's concerned he could be lining people up execution style in the parking lot and that's got nothing to do with nobody* Porch That Jazz alt mode Windchill 11:57 pm *Amazing.* FakeProwl 11:57 pm @Tarantulas «Swoop and Windchill, by all appearances, melted into a puddle outside Dancitron. So, yes, it's calmer outside. I can't tell you what it's like inside.» @Tarantulas «I don't see fire, though.» Windchill 11:57 pm I don't know what you're talking about now. Swoop 11:57 pm Him a porch Windchill 11:57 pm *WHEEZE.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm *He doesn't have damaged audio receptors, of course, but there is a lot of "noise" to drown out. Sometimes more than he's in the mood to hear, and if Ravage's not around to help... there's always the old ways.* *Like this.* Windchill 11:58 pm I don't know any Jazz that turns into a porch. I'll take your word for it. Swoop 11:58 pm Keheh Yesterday Tarantulas 11:59 pm @Prowl: ::Ah, good, I - hmm. I might actually come back, I had to duck out. Just a moment.:: Windchill 12:00 am (( Dammit I just realized we missed our chance to make a Wicked Witch reference with that one. )) Tarantulas 12:00 am *bridges right outside dancitron where he expects prowl is* Windchill 12:01 am You want to go see Bird now? Swoop 12:01 am *cocks his head* Soundwave mad. FakeProwl 12:02 am *He's a little off—Prowl had to run off to the side a bit—but he waves tiredly.* Windchill 12:02 am *Someone fetch his beard dammit.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:02 am *Mm, where's the other one, with the more... with the other tone to it. He might as well. It's been much longer than necessary for the Leaguers to go home, and he doesn't hear any commotion through the doors. So on he goes.* Tarantulas 12:03 am *tarantulas almost steps on the so-called beard, so he picks it up and subspaces it. sw doesn't need any more samples of his webbing lying around* Windchill 12:03 am We were going to the Lost Light, not Soundwave's. Tarantulas 12:03 am *holds out a paw for prowl* Come, let's go inside, hm? Swoop 12:04 am What Lost Light? Windchill 12:04 am Some dingy old boat. Swoop 12:04 am No more water for Swoop! Kah! Windchill 12:05 am Boat, as in spaceship. FakeProwl 12:05 am *for a second, just, stares at it. but then takes it.* Windchill 12:06 am Whirl used to live there. You think Whirl would live in a place with water? Swoop 12:06 am *shrugs, he has no idea* Windchill 12:06 am Fool! Swoop 12:06 am ?? Windchill 12:06 am Never mind that. FakeProwl 12:07 am *Right. Back into Dancitron.* Swoop 12:07 am Kay Windchill 12:07 am I'm going to cry at Whirl until he takes pity on me and gets me a bridge over. FakeProwl 12:07 am *... Stops in the doorway. Oh. Hi there.* Swoop 12:07 am Me Swoop want to play with Bird Windchill 12:07 am You can come hang with us and Bird if you want, you were invited. Swoop 12:07 am Yah Windchill 12:08 am Okay. Tarantulas 12:08 am *couldn't see at first but stops behind prowl and just - heh. he'll stand and watch as long as prowl does* FakeProwl 12:08 am *Prowl is paralyzed, they're going to be here a while.* Windchill 12:08 am But no fire and no biting. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:08 am *Deeper into the mood, feelers out to accompany him with little writhing, swirling motions.* Swoop 12:08 am Why? Windchill 12:09 am Because we're going to be inside and if you break something with fire and biting then we can't play. And you'll probably get bridged out...again. Tarantulas 12:10 am *bad news: tarantulas's ability to stand still doesn't last long. good news: he's going to start swaying a little himself and see if he can wrap an arm around prowl from behind. daaaance.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am *And on this turn, looks toward the door, getting the strange sense that he's being watched. Probably one of the minicons from the complexes out back; they've been in a lot lately with compROWL AND TARANTULAS* Swoop 12:11 am That okay. Me Swoop get bridge A LOT kehehhh Windchill 12:11 am Lame. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am *Freezes like a noodle in the headlights.* Windchill 12:12 am (( And that's when Soundwave's soul ascended to heaven. Expired. )) I don't like bridges. FakeProwl 12:12 am ... Hello. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:12 am ((dancitron's floor opened to swallow him whole and he was never seen again)) Tarantulas 12:12 am *trying not to giggle* You don't have to stop on our account, you know. Windchill 12:12 am (( The mech, the myth, the legend. )) Swoop 12:12 am Bridges fun. It SURPRISE kehheh. Surprise flying or surprise eat dirt kahah Windchill 12:13 am NO they make me SICK. *vomiting sounds for effect.* FakeProwl 12:13 am *He has the very very smallest partial smile.* Swoop 12:13 am *snickers* You practice more, kahah, like ME SWOOP ItsyBitsySpyers 12:14 am *one of the feelers is still lightly going to the music. he curls it behind his back. the other one twitches in some sense of... something. he's not sure what he should feel about this.*

(txt): ...Return: unexpected.

*Well, obviously. Way to go.* Windchill 12:14 am I probably have more practice than you! *Well, depends on how often Swoop gets kicked out of places, maybe.* Maybe I'm just WEAK. Swoop 12:14 am Yah, probably. Windchill 12:14 am Stronger than YOU. Swoop 12:14 am No Windchill 12:15 am Yes. FakeProwl 12:15 am ... Surprise. Swoop 12:15 am Nuh uh Dinobots STRONGEST at EVERYTHING Tarantulas 12:15 am *pfft. definitely a laugh there* Windchill 12:15 am Then how did I catch you? Swoop 12:15 am With legs Windchill 12:16 am Even my legs are stronger than you, ha! ItsyBitsySpyers 12:16 am *He sees the arm wrapped. That's a good excuse.*

(txt): Take turn if wanted. Soundwave leaves space.

*Steps off the floor and toward his couch.* Swoop 12:16 am nooOooOOoOoooOO *bouces* Windchill 12:16 am Yup. I win this round, punk. Swoop 12:16 am Punk? 😄 Windchill 12:16 am That's what you are, FakeProwl 12:16 am No no, you can keep going if you want. Swoop 12:17 am *sets both hands on his crest* Mohawk kehh Tarantulas 12:17 am You really should. There's plenty of room for more than just one. Windchill 12:17 am *Tries really hard to not think about who else has a mohawk.* Exactly. Oh well. Tarantulas 12:18 am *can he casually make it over to soundwave in time to snag a feeler and keep him from sitting just yet?* Windchill 12:18 am I guess you'll just have to get even stronger if you want to beat me next time. FakeProwl 12:18 am *If Tarantulas is heading over to Soundwave then Prowl will quietly extricate himself.* Swoop 12:18 am *raspberries* You get Her BIrd or Me Swoop leaving. You boring. Windchill 12:19 am *Sputters.* Tarantulas 12:19 am *tarantulas has a LOT of arms, prowl, you're not getting out of this one* Windchill 12:19 am We have to go TO Bird. Swoop 12:19 am Ok Windchill 12:19 am I'll call Whirl. If I burst into hysterics and sound like I'm dying or crying, that's normal. Swoop 12:20 am Baaaabby ItsyBitsySpyers 12:20 am *He can make it in time. Soundwave's not moving that fast. He really doesn't want to stop, and Prowl said he could keep going, and a little spidery encouragement didn't hurt either. It's hard not to take two sets of permission from mechs he trusts more than the average moviegoer.* Windchill 12:20 am Maybe, but I get what I want. *Sticks his tongue out.* FakeProwl 12:20 am *If Tarantulas is going to try to drag Prowl along despite Prowl's obvious attempts to get out of his hold, then Prowl will ghost himself out.* Swoop 12:21 am Hurry hurry Tarantulas 12:21 am *he's not going to drag him, but he's not going to be happy leaving him behind, either* FakeProwl 12:21 am *Also: he's disturbed that continuing to hold Prowl when Prowl is trying to get free is becoming a more frequent problem.* Windchill 12:21 am Be patient, Whirl's drunk and it slows him down a little. (( Can't do much more from here but we can say they, eventually, made it to Support their Bird Friends playing Robot Rock Band. )) Swoop 12:22 am ((sounds good)) Tarantulas 12:23 am *hhh. tarantulas lets go with his one arm on prowl to take soundwave's feeler in another. sounds like the strategy here is to bring the noodle over instead of the other way around* Swoop 12:23 am ((I gotta say. I was hoping for a shitshow when Swoop went after Tara but this exceeded my expectations.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:23 am ((an excellent night)) Tarantulas 12:23 am (( fantabulous Swoop 12:23 am ((if this doesn't get him a dancitron punch card, by god, I don't know what will)) ((arson)) Windchill 12:23 am (( A disaster. )) FakeProwl 12:24 am *... Are the two of them going to dance? He's gonna, just, grab a seat with a good view.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:25 am *The noodle slowly follows back, feeler waving again. He glances at Prowl and pings for one last confirmation. This isn't going to leave the room?* FakeProwl 12:25 am *... What does the ping mean. Does the ping have content or is it just a ping.* Tarantulas 12:25 am (( for the record tarantulas WILL be reading up on child psychology before next week. damn you swoop Swoop 12:26 am ((excellent)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:26 am *It has the question in it in awkward text mode.* Windchill 12:26 am (( Prime resource with experience with actual babies = Windchill McButtface. )) (( McBeardface, my mistake. )) Tarantulas 12:27 am (( he's buttface without the beard tho. so currently the first iteration Swoop 12:27 am ((Windchill actually did good. My littlest brother is 14 years younger than me and I had good results with doing what he did - explicitly stating that we are going to x, so we can y, and you are going to z.)) Windchill 12:27 am (( Hairybuttface then. )) FakeProwl 12:27 am *in that case, sends affirmative ping* Windchill 12:27 am (( Swoop is simply too powerful for such methods. )) Swoop 12:28 am ((He's too ... actively trained to murder adults. It throws things off a bit when he knows that authority figures BLEED.)) Tarantulas 12:29 am *good, tarantulas is glad soundwave's not resisting or overly embarrassed - he lets that be felt if soundwave feels for it* Windchill 12:29 am (( BLEEEED. )) (( Windchill's going to have a lot of explaining to do when he gets home. )) Swoop 12:30 am

((I've been tryign to draw swoop sleeping. I've gone through like 6 poses during this chat. Those wings are a pain in the ass.)) Windchill 12:30 am (( How dare him Swoop look so smug. )) Swoop 12:30 am ((that's just what his face looks like and also how he feels)) Windchill 12:31 am (( Robots resting are some of the hardest things IMO. )) Swoop 12:31 am ((v true)) ((and on that note imma go to sleep. Night!)) Tarantulas 12:31 am (( niiiiight ItsyBitsySpyers 12:31 am ((night!)) Windchill 12:31 am (( Night! )) (( I'm out too, need some decaf coffee and to contemplate my life's choices. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:32 am ((night to you too!)) Tarantulas 12:32 am (( thanks 4 takin the baby, chillmom (( night! Swoop 12:32 am ((btw tara should definately read up on extinction bursts lol)) Windchill 12:32 am (( HE TRIED. )) Swoop 12:32 am ((applicable to swoop for more than just the hilarious dinosaur reason)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:33 am *So be it. Tarantulas is welcome to join him, then, and carry on as long as they both wish. Soundwave will only be half there, though. He's thinking of drives and aerial battles long past, and what it felt like to get free of the Pit owner, and...* Tarantulas 12:36 am *perfectly fine - tarantulas's mind is elsewhere too, though still in the room, so to speak. it's no mistake when he catches prowl's optic from time to time* This message has been removed. *fluid steps over in prowl's direction after a moment, though* You're sure you won't join us? Just standing, even. FakeProwl 12:38 am I'm sure. The view's better from here. *And what a view it is.* Tarantulas 12:41 am *soundwave definitely has a better handle on the baby-driver-esque timing of his dancing, but tara's not bad, per se. with a nod and a nuzzle he's off with the music again* FakeProwl 12:42 am *leans forward to return the nuzzle, then sits back to watch.* Tarantulas 12:43 am *part of him - a really strong part - wants to literally try the fishing rod/hook dance move with some silk and pull prowl onto the floor, but he knows better than to attempt that* FakeProwl 12:44 am *smart move* Tarantulas 12:49 am *it takes a while, but tarantulas can't ever escape the pull back to prowl. if only the music were a tad more fitting for a lapdance, hmm... but no, tarantulas just sits next to him on the arm of prowl's chair, still slightly moving with the beat* FakeProwl 12:50 am *gonna, watch sideways for a moment.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:50 am *Every once in a while, he leaves his thoughts long enough to notice this about Tarantulas and spend a few seconds focusing on pulling him into the steps. It seems the spider has unexpected talents.*

*Like convincing him to stay in a state of mind where he's free to think about things in peace. Things concerning organics he hasn't wondered about since discovering Eurythma. Things about communication. Things that have been bothering him for the last few days. Things he wants more than anything and hasn't gotten yet. Which he can change.* *Once Tarantulas moves toward Prowl, he moves off in his own direction, firmly planting himself in his own head.* FakeProwl 12:52 am *... But after a bit, decides to speak up.* So. You can fix the problem with my holomatter program by next week? Tarantulas 12:55 am *a slight huff - business, yes. tara's sprawling a bit* Sooner than that, most likely. FakeProwl 12:56 am Good. I can't go out until that's fixed. Tarantulas 12:58 am *absentminded petting.* We can't have that, no. FakeProwl 12:59 am ... As long as you're adjusting the code... Tarantulas 12:59 am Separating out the coding should only be a matter of hours, I'll - hmm? *those ellipses have his attention* FakeProwl 1:01 am Regarding the—recreational mods we discussed. Tarantulas 1:01 am *OH. now prowl's REALLY got his attention* FakeProwl 1:01 am I suppose they would do me little good if my holomatter program hasn't been patched to properly process tactile input, wouldn't they? Tarantulas 1:03 am No, no, that wouldn't do at all. *visor smirk, though -* How awful IS your input? Do I even want to know? I suppose if you give me the specs I'll find out, but still. FakeProwl 1:04 am The program for handling tactile input should be somewhere in what I sent you. I can assure you it's pretty much useless for interfacing. Tarantulas 1:05 am But - we /did/ interface, the three of us, and you were in avatar then - did you not get anything from it? *seems actually concerned* *u better not have faked on him, prowl* FakeProwl 1:06 am I simultaneously masturbated to keep up. Tarantulas 1:06 am *visor glow. hff.* I see. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:06 am *Soundwave misses a step.* *And keeps going.* FakeProwl 1:07 am Rest assured, I got plenty from it. Just not from the— *he saw that, Soundwave. Slight smirk.* —from the actual physical sensation. Which is fine for a lot of interfacing, but not when you're specifically introducing me to a new physical experience. Tarantulas 1:09 am That's a downright shame. I can't believe we haven't fixed this earlier - but, I suppose late is better than never. I'm MORE than happy to accommodate, facilitate, enhance - whatever you like. *more petting and touching, but now it's a little firmer - tarantulas is wondering honestly how much prowl can't actually feel* FakeProwl 1:11 am *Leans slightly into the touches. If this tells you anything, he's reacting to the touches for the first time this conversation AFTER it gets firmer.* FakeProwl 1:13 am Just give me the option to have it work like a normal body's tactile system. *Pause.* ... Perhaps add in the option to make it more sensitive, as desired. In a... localized, selective way. Tarantulas 1:13 am *aw dang, well here's some good lapdance music. is this the right time tho* Most certainly. Can't have you getting overwhelmed before things even get started, but there's always room for tweaking... FakeProwl 1:16 am My thoughts precisely. I doubt I'll use the option to turn up the sensitivity very often, but it does no harm to have it on hand. Tarantulas 1:21 am *a nod and a nip - no, more of a bite now.* Consider it done, Prowl. Tarantulas 1:22 am *a sigh, and tarantulas looks over at soundwave, then back at prowl.* ...I - actually, is there anything else? I probably ought to be on my way. FakeProwl 1:22 am *Oh so very coolly and calmly.* I look forward to testing out the results of your work. Tarantulas 1:23 am So do I, rest assured. *purr* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:23 am *He freezes again, pausing the music to look at Tarantulas and try to shift his thoughts to what he wants. Does he want anything that requires Tarantulas' assistance tonight? Mm... no, he's pretty sure he doesn't. And work is work, and he mustn't keep Tarantulas from that. So he shakes his head.* Tarantulas 1:25 am *with their permission, tarantulas lingers for goodbyes and a few more touches, but he'll be on his way* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:25 am *And visor-glyph goodbyes and a brush he'll get as he goes.* FakeProwl 1:26 am Evening, Tarantulas. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:29 am *And now Soundwave is drifting off the end of his thoughts. With Tarantulas gone, there's only one person left to keep him moving. While he values Prowl's input so very, very much, it's always easier to let himself be so free if there's either a crowd or a somewhat trustworthy mech available to be a distraction of sorts.*

*Which means it's his turn to dance quietly and gently towards Prowl, until he's able to stop and touch their foreheads together.* FakeProwl 1:31 am *leans into the touch* Hello. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:38 am *Rough nuzzle.* [][][]Hello.[][][]

(txt): ...Apology given. Bonecrusher's punishment: harmful beyond intended level. Prowl, surroundings, unwanted-required companions/trust: damaged. If desired, compensatory requests: heard, obeyed within reason. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:40 am (txt): Regardless, personal decision: avoid similar future activity, discover alternative.

*Pulls away to nod.* FakeProwl 1:41 am ... Mm. Come to me when you have a problem with one of them. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:42 am *And another nod. If that is the suggested alternative, he will comply.* FakeProwl 1:45 am And if you could keep yourself off monitor duty, that would be appreciated. Obviously, he has no way of knowing which of you is watching; but if I can tell him I've talked you into ensuring that it will be anyone BUT you, it may help. FakeProwl 1:46 am ... He's upset he didn't get to show Buzzsaw his finished art project, but there's little that can be done about that now. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:50 am *It hurts a little giving up the one way he can reliably see Prowl without needing the avatar, but he'd been contemplating asking if Prowl wanted him to stop watching anyway. And if it'll help lower the paranoia and tension and let Prowl get some rest...*

(txt): Done.

(txt): ...Demonstration still desired? Buzzsaw: available soon. If needed, during meeting, Soundwave: absent. FakeProwl 1:51 am He wanted to show it off at Blurr's... *dismissive hand wave* Costume event. So. It's too late for that. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:57 am (txt): Understood.

*There's... he's not sure what else to say to that. He already gave an apology, so there's no need to repeat it, and evidently he can't fix that by sending Buzzsaw to personally check it out. Or any other way. So he'll just. Take it as another sign of the things he's ruined.*

(txt): Notify Bonecrusher all camera control permissions: moved before morning. Highest guards. Not Soundwave, deployers.

(txt): ...Request: Contain advantage taken. This, not doormat evidence. Position preservation required. FakeProwl 1:58 am *A pause. And then, to make sure he understood that:* ... Not Soundwave /or/ deployers? ItsyBitsySpyers 2:00 am (txt): Affirmative.

*Fidget.*

(txt): Secondary request, higher importance: Prowl remains safe - inform if greater good math: adjusted, delay relevant activity. This, promised? FakeProwl 2:04 am *Soundwave and his deployers aren't going to be watching them anymore. At all. Prowl finally gets to go back to being watched by safe, distant, apathetic strangers. It's like a spotlight that's been exposing him for months has suddenly burned out.* *For a moment, Prowl's avatar goes very still, to ensure that none of his deep relief is visible in his face or posture.* Promised. To both of those. Although, for the record, the Constructicons already have me on a suicide watch—an unnecessary one. *And if Soundwave has been wondering why the Constructicons suddenly took to hanging out with Prowl in his room, but only one at a time, there's that mystery solved.* *... Prowl thinks he's still on suicide watch, anyway. It's been a bit slack this last week, what with Bonecrusher's state taking precedence.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:07 am *He did and it does. Though he's not sure he really trusts them to be good at it. Or to care enough to do anything other than go to the rest of themselves and say "he did it, let's get a replacement before we crack".* *Soundwave nods, then. And tries to tell himself to trust those promises. Prowl's not supposed to lie to him. It'll be okay if he lets the cameras go. It's for the best that he does.*

*Lean for another quiet bunt, though he's not sure he'll get one right now. If he doesn't, he'll just stand up and look just above Prowl's helm instead.*

(txt): ...Cube tests performed, passed. Better time ahead, perhaps.

(txt): Rest. FakeProwl 2:11 am *Not only does he get a bunt, Prowl leans further into it if Soundwave tries to pull back.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:12 am *Surprising, but enough to help temporarily soothe the immediate crack over losing the cameras.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:13 am *(And he wasted his last bits of time with them watching Bonecrusher, of all mechs. Stupid.)* FakeProwl 2:17 am Perhaps. Hopefully. ... And in a few days I should also have an avatar upgrade that will assist with a "better time." *What should have been a flirty hint came out lifelessly. That's something he's supposed to be eager about, isn't it? He can't feel it. Not after talking about Bonecrusher's breakdown and surveillance restrictions and suicide watch.* *Maybe by the time they have a chance to actually do something, he'll be able to feel it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:22 am *That was more lacking than usual. He's pretty sure he can guess why. He's also pretty sure it'll be a bit before there's any enthusiasm behind it again. That's okay. Prowl waited on him. He'll wait for Prowl.*

(txt): Acknowledged.

(txt): Soundwave: tired. Work, satisfying movie, frantic activity, extended dance, many thoughts. Recharge required.

(txt): Until next meeting. FakeProwl 2:22 am ... I should see the rest of the movie sometime. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:23 am *Nods. Yes. Yes, Prowl should. It was... it was a thing, and if Soundwave gets started on it, they'll never sleep.* FakeProwl 2:24 am Not tonight, obviously. *Leans in a bit more for a nuzzle.* Until next meeting. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:24 am *Gives one, rough but affectionate.* FakeProwl 2:27 am *A final, farewell ping; and he disappears.*

[ahazune]

i had a weird dream that was kindaaa like a mix of Deadman Wonderland and Danganropan-

it was weird, This guy (who lived in space? Or well he had this hugeass spaceship or whatever the hell it was) sent a huge group of people a letter from all over and sorta i guess abducted them and put them through these trials that killed some of them in each, whether it was they had to kill each other or it was something else that killed em, like survival or whateve, all I know is it took kinda years since when the group got smaller there would even be trials where people didnt die and that small group got closer and sorta like a family or somethin, they were just close

so one day, he decided to just let them go, just like that, if they could survive going back to earth through these pipe thingys (they had to slide ontop of em(reminderthiswasadangdreambutdamn-) without falling to their death. They all made it, but it was only 15 of them. They each got down at different times but they flippin ran as soon as they hit the ground. Though those who did get down with some of them, decided to stay in contact. In the end of that day they all went their sepreate ways

Now this weird alien guy idk, before he let em go said, never to tell anyone about where they were or what they went through or those years like at all (not like they would want to tho) and that they had to keep the outfit they wore while they were there along with these weird medal/pendants/necklace thingys or else they’d die :v 

So, the ones that said in contact decided to talk to each other like a support group of what happened to them, since they already knew so it wouldn’t matter, but in the end 1 of them killed themselves, 2 of em tried to burn the outfits and medals but died, and the others lived their lives (some moved and decided to appreciate life and some became complete hermits) but none of them returned to their old lives, the people they knew, and lived new lives for years (lets go with like 4-10 years idk all i know is it was year)

BUT THEN, one day they each recived a letter (ya’ll know by who and where this is going)and a braclet appeared on them, and the letter gave specific instructions like (i kinda made these up when i woke up to fit them in with what happened next cus it makes more sense)

1. Wear the outfit and medal I asked you to keep 2. There will be a MailMan/truck that each will tell you something different to ensure that it is the right one and that you know it is. 3. You will meet up with the rest of your team(survivors) in a designated area where the truck will take you, and from there I shall come. 4. If you fail to follow these instructions you and/or any loved you know will die.

SO, being the dream this was they all followed these rules and when they saw each other they were terrified but slightly glad. They didn’t want to live this hell again. When that alien guy came to pick them up he told them “This time, you will not have to go against each other, but instead work as a team to keep each other alive and live! Once it is over, whoever of you remain alive will now live freely and I will never call on you again. You will be going against other survivors like you in a competition, specifically one which is who my team always goes against, others will go against others so don’t mind those. If your team ever fails a trial, whether you lost a teammate or not, you shall choose who will killed from your team and move on. If you have any luck, you hopefully wont lose any and no one will have to die, except if you lose someone durning the trial but still win.”

Now idk what happened after this but all I know is now even fewer lived and 1 of them decided to stay with the alien guy and continue to be in these thingys. Idunno man i just felt like writing this

[turniitoff-blog1]

okay, well, oops this is long ... i guess tessa likes to talk. this is kinda interview style ( except for the first question )... like if you were to sit down w/ tessa as a youngin’ and ask her these questions yourself ... which is why she’s hesitant to answer some of them. i guess she’s afraid you’re gonna tattle lol.

Q: how do you represent your label? what is your temperament?

A: this is only question i’m going to answer in a different format because i don’t think tessa would understand. tessa’s label is ‘the enigma’ ... and she’s just that. hard to understand ... hard to figure out ... you never know what she’s actually thinking or what her reasons for doing certain things are ( her motivation is usually pretty clear - by reason i mean her way of/approach  ). when everything with candle cove happened, this got worse ... she started to have intense intrusive thoughts about how much POWER the show had; she was curious about the inner workings and felt guilty because of it. her temperament is melancholic if we go by the O4TS. tessa ( child!tessa ) is fairly quiet amongst her peers ( with adults & close friends not so much lol ) ... she’s a good follower, constantly trying to impress ... to do something that’s good and BIG enough that someone will notice. she likes attention in theory, though ... if someone praises her ( she’s not used to it ) it’s nice for, like, ... a second and a half and then she’s uncomfortable and will try to change the subject ... sink back into the shadows. being lowkey invisible has it’s perks sometimes, ya know. i feel like i didn’t answer this fully so i’ll ‘prolly add more / post a HC later.

Q: favorite subject or after school activity?

A: ‘ science! i -- i like science ‘cos i like t’make things an also i like t’do that after school also. well ... ’ the child shrugs, leaning to pick at a scab on her knee, ‘ i like t’make stuff explode when daddy an’ jake are at jake’s games! an ‘sides ... i’m sleepin’ by the time they get home so i don’t even get yelled at! ’

Q: what do you want to be when you grow up?

A: ‘ i wanna work for NASA ... i wanna make a great big spaceship, y’know, like y’see on - on, on TV an’ i wanna make one that’s real big. ’ she gestures, holding her arms out as far as they’d go, ‘ ‘least this big. an’ i wanna make it so, so that anybody who wants t’go on a space trip can an’ ... an’ even the whole world if they want. don’t even gotta pay money for it. ’

Q: what are your favorite books, television shows, and movies?

A: ‘ uh, well, i don’t watch tv ‘lot durin’ football season but when i do, i like t’watch three’s company an’ cheer’s. i like t’fold pages of books in dad’s library when he’s not home. sometimes i find magazines in jake’s room but i don’t touch those ‘cos i don’t want him t’get mad. ’ she takes a deep breath and exhales with a giggle, ‘ i like all movies ‘specially stand by me an  -- an’ oh, i like annie, too. ’

Q: what makes you happy? what makes you sad?

A: ‘ m’happy when jake wins games ‘cos dad’s happy an’ so is jake, i like sitting on the driveway after it rains a lot. i like to dig holes in the backyard an’, an’ i put stuff in the holes n’ try t’find what i buried after ‘least two weeks. i like the cat that runs ‘round the neighborhood - i’m their mom. makin’ stuff in dad’s garage makes me happy ... specially after i found out how t’use the fish saw. ’ she frowns to set the mood. ‘ makes me sad when i gotta make myself dinner but there aren’t anymore noodles left. makes me sad when i make somethin’ an’ it doesn’t work or dad n’ jake tell me it’s not good. makes me sad at school when they run outta pudding cups ... and sittin’ by myself outside makes me sad, too. makes me REAL sad when we gotta go grocery shoppin’ an’ jake STEPS ON the white squares ‘cos that’s lava an’ your not s‘pposed to. ’

Q: what is your favorite thing to do?

A: ‘ my favorite thing t’do is create an’ learn. ’

Q: have any pets or favorite animals?

A: ‘ no pets but uh -- i, oh, i can’t pick a favorite! i do like, um, big cats! they’re juss’ like, well ... not juss’ like, but real ... some’ah the things that, that they do is real close t’tha things that lil’ cats do, too! ’

Q: what is something that makes your family special?

A: ‘ um, we got secret family recipes? an’ ... no mom? we clean up the backyard and catch fireflies together sometimes! oh -- and dad let’s us climb on the furniture ... s’real fun! ’

Q: do you have imaginary friends?

A: ' they’re not imaginary! ’ they were. ‘ they juss’ like to hide ‘cos they’re shy so i do the talkin’. i’ve got three friends that play with me if i’m feeling sad or sittin’ by myself. they go to another school in a tree somewhere, but i don’t have a car so i can’t visit 'em -- but they come an’ visit me everyday! ’ 

Q: who is your best friend? who do you not like?

A: ‘ i like bein’ ‘round adam the most, so, adam’s my best friend ... even though i know he thinks i’m a lil’ weird. that’s okay ‘cos i like that he thinks that and i think i’m teachin’ him some stuff even if he pretends to not want to learn it. ’ she shrugs, ‘ i’d be real lonely without him. and, and i don’t like, ’ she wiggles a little bit, crossing her arms with a huff - very obviously worked up, ‘ i don’t like people who are mean t’him or t’me or anybody else that sits alone at lunch sometimes. I’M the only one that’s allowed to do that. ’

Q: who do you want to be friends with but haven’t yet, and why not?

A: ‘ i dunno, ’ she shrugs quietly, ‘ i don’t wanna make new friends an’ then have ‘um disappear or get hurt, y’know? that would make me feel real sad. ’

Q: who was your first crush?

A: ‘ uh, ’ she drops her head and plays with the hem of her shirt, ‘ kevin bacon. ’

Q: what is the hardest thing about being a kid?

A: ‘ when, when, when adults won’t listen t’you ‘cos they think you got nothin’ important to say! ’ she huffs, ‘ jokes on them ‘cos i got lot’s’a important things to say! i’m gonna create a new planet one day and none of ‘em will be allowed. ’

Q: if you had three wishes, what would they be?

A: ‘ t’have mom back ‘cos she could make dad pay more attention, i think. t’make jake play an actual fun sport that we could both play, maybe... and, um, for the, for those kids t’be okay. ‘specially ryan’s sister. he’s not doin’ good. ’

Q: what is one thing that scares you?

A: ‘ sometimes i think bad stuff and i get nervous that other people can hear it when i’m thinkin’ it but, to help myself not be scared i say ‘if you can hear me ... cough!’ in my head ... which only helps me not be scared if nobody coughs ... oh and also nail guns, horace horrible, blue gummy worms, the drain, ’ she’s been afraid of drains since she could remember, ‘ and hard pretzels. ’

Q: if you had to give away all of your toys but one, which one would you keep?

A: ‘ i’d give ‘way all of my toys ‘cept for my gee ‘cos i sleep with them every night. ’ gee was a stuffed fox with part of tessa’s baby blanket wrapped around it’s neck. ‘ and ... don’t tell dad or jake, but i put a secret compartment in them ... if you reach in right behind gee’s ears, i got a secret hiding spot there for lots of stuff. ’

Q: where do you see yourself in ten years?

A: ‘ i’m gonna be living in a house that i built all by myself with two dogs and one rabbit. i’m going to have a garage on the side of my homemade house with every tool i could ever want ... ever. i’m gonna build my friend’s houses too! ’

Q: what is one of your favorite memories?

A: ‘ oh, oh -- at the beach two years ago. i built, i built a sandcastle on dad’s arms and foot while he was ASLEEP! he -- he had no idea until he woke up! he didn’t know! he slept through all of it! i did a real good job, though ... we got ice cream after, too. it was a real good day. i found a lot of shells that day, too. i still have ‘em. yep. they’re sittin’ in a lil’ jar in my room. ’

Q: what do you wish you didn’t have to do at all? 

A: ‘ walk in the hallway at school ‘cos that’s a lot’ah eyes. i don’t like it. it feels like, like y’know those lil’ ants, the red ones? ’ she holds her hand out, palm flat and facing upward. she begins pinching at the skin, ‘ the ones that bite? it feels like those are crawling all up and down my body, biting me whenever they feel like it when i’m walking through the hallway at school. ’

Q: from the time you wake up until the time you go to bed, what would the perfect day look like?

A: ‘ it would be a ... hm ... it would be a day in the spring time and i would be allowed to wake up whenever i wanted ... ‘prolly around 10? and i would come downstairs and i would make a ham and cheese sandwich with mustard on one side ... EXTRA crust. i’d eat that with a glass of ice milk and then i’d fall back ‘sleep on the couch ‘till 12. after my nap i’d wake up and go outside and i’d play outside allllllll day. ALL day ... with tools and PAINT and i’d have all of the supplies i could ever need!  i could ‘prolly build a CITY with all of that time! and then ... and then i’d come inside when it started to get dark and then i’d eat dinner ... chicken cutlets with applesauce and then i’d go back outside to ‘prolly count the stars. there are so many! don’t want any of ‘em to feel left out. ’

EXTRA CANDLE COVE EDITION:

Q: what was your first impression of candle cove?

A: ‘ scary, ’ she shakes her head and shuts her eyes, lifting a hand to cover one ear, ‘ real scary ... but i hadn’t ever seen a show like it before so ... i guess i liked it since i kept watchin’? ’

Q: favorite and least favorite character?

A: ‘ i DON’T like horace horrible ... i don’t like the shape of his head ... looks like a lightbulb ... which makes no sense ‘cos he’s NOT a GOOD IDEA. ’ she shrugs, ‘ my favorite was pirate percy ‘cos i wanted to help them a lot. ’

Q: why did or didn’t you stop watching candle cove?

A: ‘ i didn’t stop watchin’ ‘cos ... i wanted to learn ... more, ’ it feels horrible to say ... like she’d forgotten about the dead children. ‘ the group ... y’know, we were all payin’ attention to the tapes ... that’s all we paid attention to for a real long time. i juss’ wanted t’know why ... y’know ... what if ... i dunno ... i could control people like that ... juss’ made me wonder ‘bout it, is all. ’

Q: why didn’t you tell anyone about candle cove, or why didn’t the person you told tell anyone else?

A: ‘ ‘cos we promised! we promised not to tell anybody and i wasn’t gonna be the one that broke that promise. my dad wouldn’t’a done anything anyways. ’

Q: a recurring nightmare you have featuring candle cove?

A: ‘ almost every night i have a real bad scary dream about horace horrible coming into my room and sittin’ on my legs so i can’t move. he, he says he’s gonna hurt dad or jake if i make any noise an’ ... i don’t think i’d be able t’make noise even if i wanted to ‘cos, uh, y’know your body feels real heavy. anyways, he holds me on my bed and he tells my mom to come into my room and she’s got big claws for hands and she says real bad stuff to me ... real bad ... and, and i feel like she really means it. ’ she drops her gaze and hugs herself with her arms, ‘ an’, an’ mom, ’ she takes a finger and drags it hard against her arm and then her neck, ‘ mom ... mom kills me eh - ... she kills me every time an’ ... once i’m almost dead s’like ... i’m floatin’ ‘bove my body ‘cos then i see me on the bed bloody and mom and horace are laughing at me. ’

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Title: The Calm Is Terrifying When The Storm Is All You Know [Homestuck]

Prologue 1: Regarding Interplanetary Conflict Between Earth and Alternia

Summary: There were two kinds of trolls who went to Earth: rich shitheads with too much money and free time, and desperate assholes who couldn’t survive on Alternia, even with the best efforts of the young Condesce. Karkat hated the planet almost immediately, but with his home planet too dangerous for mutants, he really didn’t have any choice but to hide out on this weird little diurnal planet. At least he’d be safe. Or so he thought, right before blundering his way into an accidental friendship with the son of an anti-troll terrorist. 

(No-SBURB AU with many other fantastical elements in tact (i.e. flashstepping, trolls are still aliens, some characters have odd abilities, Becquerel remains a first guardian, etc.); main ship(s): Davekat and Rosemary, but romance isn’t necessarily the focus; Dirk =/= Bro, Roxy =/= Mom, etc. Slow burn, shifting perspectives. Buckle in, folks, this’ll be a long one.) 

Rating: M for mature themes, death, violence, intense scenes, etc. 

Warnings: Character death, blood, language (its a Homestuck fic what do you expect), abuse, some impressive mental gymnastics from Dave, also Bro is basically a terrorist like he really hates trolls; chapter-specific warnings will be provided as this fic’s kinda got a lot going on tbh - some parts will get REALLY intense

Author’s Note: FIRST - I’m so sorry for there being three prologues, I promise I’m posting them all on the same day as the first chapter to try and make up for that; this was the best way I felt to handle the exposition side of this story. The real story will be told in a different format than these bits. 

Second - I’m just going to casually give a shoutout to @gayrapunzel and this magnificent post right here which helped inspire this fic in a very weird roundabout way (even tho i dont think I’m going to be able to recreate that moment in the fic itself much to my deep shame) and is also just generally one of my favorite things ever 

NEXT

[The following is a series of excerpts from various news articles, some from papers, some found online; some transcripts of radio broadcasts also provided]

4/10/1994

(Excerpt from a magazine)

Astronomers have reported very strange extraterrestrial movements as of late; strange objects that appear to be approaching Earth at great speed. “Maybe we’re finally meeting some aliens,” joked Oswald Harley, lead scientist at the Skaianet Observatory in New York. The currently unidentified bodies are expected to be visible from Earth within the week. Be sure to keep an eye on the sky!

4/13/1994

(Transcript of a news broadcast)

BREAKING NEWS

NEWS ANCHOR: “In what can only be seen as some sort of delayed cosmic April Fool’s day joke, what seems to be an actual alien spaceship has arrived over New York City only minutes ago.  We see here live footage of the event. Whatever life forms are on board the vessel have not yet tried to make contact, but we will” [static; rest of speech too garbled to make out]

[At this point, the transmission (as well as that of all other channels) was overridden]

ALIEN LIFE FORM: “Alright, shrimps, listen up. I’m the speaker for Her Imperial Condescension, here to deliver you the message of your new management.  This planet is now the property of Alternia. You glubbers can behave and we’ll maybe let some of you live, or you can try to pick a fight you got no chance in shell of winning. Bow before your new leaders, motherfuckers, and pray Her Imperial Condescension’s in a good mood.”

[Static; the transmission returns to the news station]

NEWS ANCHOR: “Are…are we back? Oh my God, is this - this is real? Um. Yes, so. You saw it here, folks, um. God, I can’t do this, I can’t -”

[At this point, the anchor walked off the set and the broadcast cut to commercials.]

06/12/1994

(translated transcript taken from a recorded exchange between Alternian soldiers)

THRESHECUTIONER UNIT LEADER: “Do you have the place surrounded yet?”

THRESHECUTIONER: “Hells yes we do, got the place all kinds of on lockdown. We are gonna blast the shit outta these humans and their silly hideaway, they won’t know what hit ‘em.”

TUL: “A simple ‘yes’ would have sufficed. Move in when ready.”

T: “Sir, yes, sir. Wait, shit, what was that?”

TUL: “What was what?”

T: “Somethin just moved really fast in my peripheral vision — shit, there it is again!”

[A muffled scream is heard]

T: “What the fuck, that was — oh my god, his head’s clean off, right through his armor, what the fuck —”

TUL: “Hey, what the fuck is happening down there?”

T: “I think we’re under attack — Humans? Humans are doing this?! Hey, stop standing around and blast those fuckers already, you assholes —”

[More screams]

T: “What the fuck, that’s a kid —”

[A gasp, followed by a thudding noise.]

TUL: “Resker? Resker!?! What the fuck is going on down there?! Answer me!”

[muffled noises for about thirty seconds, and then a new voice speaks]

???: [In English] “Alright, assholes. Let me make this really fucking clear. We are not some simpering weaklings ready to lay down and take this without a fight. So help me, I will personally hunt down your fucking leader and kill her myself.”

1: [In English] “Who the fuck is this?!”

???: [In English] “Strider.”

1: [In English] “Are you a human? What the fuck did you do to squad 13?!”

STRIDER: [In English] “Get the fuck off my planet.”

[sharp sound, apparently resulting from the destruction of the helmet used to communicate.]

(Transcript from human soldiers, arriving on scene to attempt to defend a small mall taken over by surviving humans)

COMMUNICATIONS: “Sir, someone’s hacking into our radio transmissions.”

MAJOR: “Fucking stop them, Jesus! Last thing we need is the trolls getting into those, too —”

COMMUNICATIONS: “I’m trying, sir! I’m not sure it’s trolls, though, actually — Shit, they’re in, they’re in!”

[Radio static]

???: “[garbled] yeah, I’m in! Hahaha, bitchin’! Hey, lil D, I got them, I got in to the military! Hey, hey dudes, don’t hang up on me, okay? I’m not a troll, I promise, but we could really use your help!”

MAJOR: “How did you get into this channel?”

???: “By virtue of being a fucking badass, is how! Hey, listen, though, okay, I’m Rachel Lalonde, me and my sis and D-Strides Big’n’small here are holed up at the mall with a bunch of other survivors, we’re armed, and we got a plan that we think’ll really put a damper in these invading bastards’ day, but we need your help, alright?”

MAJOR: “How do we know we can trust you?”

LALONDE: “Thats…probably a pretty fair question. Okay, listen, how bout we meet up in person so you can see we really are human, huh? You guys can pick the place, it’ll be just me and D-Stri. But we gotta move today, is the thing, so it’s gotta be quick!”

???: “C’mon, Ray, let me come too, I can help —”

STRIDER: “No. We need you here. Let Rachel finish talking.”

MAJOR: “…Let me get my superiors on the phone.”

STRIDER: “There’s no time. We need to meet up in an hour at most.”

MAJOR: “……………Very well. In front of the Levi’s, then. Just you two.”

LALONDE: “You got it, dude! We’re gonna own the FUCK outta these trolls. Gonna send them scrambling away with their tails between their legs.”

11/11/1994

(Letter sent secretly to human troops)

“Okay, okay first of all I hope you’re fucking happy how much work I had to put into learning to write in your language for this, sorry if my spelling is bad or something or whatever but listen, I know this is going to sound like the most obvious trap ever, but I SWEAR it isn’t. I’m a troll, no, don’t throw the letter away, sit your ass right back down. I’m a troll, a follower of the teachings of one we call the Signless, which is going to mean approximately jack all to you I know but what that means is that basically I’m on your side, as are a bunch of other trolls with me. We’re rebels, some working to sabotage from within, but some (like me) are prepared to actually physically help you guys, we can upgrade your weapons and tech and shit a bit so you have a better chance of keeping up enough to drag this out as long as possible.

We need a few sweeps, see, before we can ensure that we can protect you guys. There’s a new heir to the throne, but she’s not old enough to challenge the Condesce yet. When she does, though, she’s already said she plans on ending this war and seeking peace with you humans. She likes the way your planet looks a lot, as well as your people, and she’s big on protecting shit and blah blah blah, the point is, we can help you, but you gotta let us first.

I’ve enclosed our coordinates on the back of this letter. We’ll be waiting there. Please don’t shoot us.”

11/21/1998

(Entry of the diary of Rachel Lalonde)

“Shit, those trolls are not giving up. I’m exhausted, and I look like a dang balloon, I mean cripes, how many kids are even in there?

Worst possible timing, too. I should be out fighting, but I’m stuck inside with kid number two on the way.

Speaking of kid number one, though, Dirk’s three years old today. Be nice if his father could be assed to try to celebrate, but whatever. I kinda worry a little that maybe we only started this family out of spite, like as a way to flip off Her Imperial Whatsit by continuing on our species or whatever. Shoulda thought it through a little more. I mean, Christ, I’m 21 and I’m on kid number two, talk about your bad fucking ideas.

I worry that Derek doesn’t even love me the way I love him, honestly. I’m not sure he really loves anyone, to be truthful, but like. He might just be gay?? I ain’t got the guts to bring that up with him, though, he’d probably run me through right there if I tried to suggest it, but. Still. Then again, after losing his lil bro earlier this year, maybe I shouldn’t be surprised.  

God, I can’t believe he’s gone, still. RIP, Davey. :(

Eurgh, worst part of getting knocked up again is having to lay off the booze, though. I’m twenty one, in a soul-crushing war trying to save all of humanity, and I can’t even drink. Such bullshit, man.

Happy birthday, Dirk. Love ya. Hope your little bro or sis hurries the fuck up so I can walk without looking like an incoming iceberg.”

4/13/2000

(Translated transmission sent out to all trolls at 0413 hours GMT)

ALERT: ALL FIGHTERS ARE TO CEASE IMMEDIATELY AND REPORT TO THE NEAREST SHIP.  LEAVE ANY SKIRMISHES AT ONCE.

(Translated transmission sent out to all trolls at 0612 hours GMT)

ALERT: THE EMPRESS HAS FALLEN. ALL HAIL HER NEW IMPERIAL CONDESCENSION, FEFERI PEIXES. MAY HER RULE BE LONG AND BOUNTIFUL.

(Transmission to humans from rebel troll party to their human contacts at the UN)

TROLL REBEL LEADER: We did it!!! Congratulations, motherfuckers, the old hag’s dead! Feferi’s ready to talk to you whenever, she says. Just let us know!

6/12/2000

(excerpts from front page Newspaper article)

INTERPLANETARY PEACE OFFICIAL

The UN officially announced that peace negotiations with Her Imperial Condescension were a success, today.  The young Alternian Empress has promised that she has no intention of attempting to conquer Earth, and hopes to undo much of the wrongs her predecessor caused both to Earth and other planets. She has also stated that she hopes that communications between Alternia and Earth can begin in earnest, and would like to someday be allies and trading partners.

Those who fought against the Alternian invasion are to be honored in coming days. Foremost among those to be honored are the increasingly notorious triad of Derek Strider and Rachel and Ramona Lalonde, who became quite infamous over radio stations as a result of their own hodgepodge resistance, formed the same year the invasion began. The youngest of the three (Derek and Rachel, now 22 and 23, respectively) were in high school when the invasion came out. Despite this, they have been incredibly successful in their heroic efforts to protect the planet.  Rachel Lalonde, when given the news, responded cheerfully that she is glad to be able to spend more time on “taking care of all these dang kids I have running around.” Ramona Lalonde and Derek Strider were unavailable for comment.

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Kendrick Lamar - The Heart Part IV

Don't tell a lie on me I won't tell the truth 'bout you Don't tell a lie on me I won't tell the truth 'bout you 30 millions later, my future favors The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated My day shift's been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of paper Pi equals 3.14 The devil's pie is big enough to justify the whole thing Wait up Lampin' in Jamaica, the cloud's turnin', my thought's turnin' Burnin' castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin' This seed in this soil is classified I'm satisfied when I strategize my kid's future I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya I done vandalized the industry full circuit The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this Scum of a land that transcends two surfaces The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture The more blood pours, but... Don't tell a lie on me I won't tell the truth 'bout you Don't tell a lie on me I won't tell the truth 'bout you My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit I'll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch Tiptoein' around my name, nigga ya lame And when I get at you homie don't you just tell me you was just playin' Oh I was just playin' with you K-Dot, c'mon You know a nigga rock with you, bro Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know Might end up like the last nigga I know Oh you don't wanna clash? Nigga, I know I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll Yellin', "1, 2, 3, 4, 5 I am the greatest rapper alive" So damn great motherfucker I've died What you hearin' now is a paranormal vibe House on the hill, house on the beach nigga (facts) A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach nigga (facts) I'm fresh out the water I'm 'bout to breach nigga The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y'all, sincere I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness The whole world goin' mad Bodies is adding up, market's about to crash Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk Tell 'em that God comin' And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to somethin' Electorial votes look like memorial votes But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me? I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me Oh when the shit get brackin', don't you ask for me How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me? G Malone big bro, kudos to him I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em 30 millions later my future favors The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits You looking at me in Chucks, I'm looking at y'all suits Me and Top Dawg playing rock, papers, scissors in court And real hustler lose money just to go get some more I said it's like that, drop one classic, came right back 'Nother classic, right back My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack With TOC You see the flames and my E-Y-E's It's not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy It's sad, daddy My only advice? Go and get you a bag daddy Lee Baca, on trail tryin' portray a boxer Beatin' up on my niggas while the COs watch 'em Tables turn, lesson learned, my best look You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm fouled They throwin' me out, you throwin' the towel Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don't like that) Look at my smile, I'm smirking Calm but urgent (that ain't the style, fuck) So many verses, you live in denial (fuck) So many verses, I never run out, what? You making him nervous, the music is loud Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo' punk ass down) So that means you ain't bigger than rapping (what else?) So that means no more playing the backseats (what else?) My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?) My name is identified as "that king" I'll let y'all worry about a list, I'm on some other shit A difference between accomplishments and astonishments You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever Y'all got till April the 7th to get ya'll shit together Let's get it! Look look, on foenem

27/03/2017

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the heart part 4 Song Lyrics – kendrick lamar

the heart part 4 Song Lyrics

the heart part 4 Song Lyrics From Popular Hollywood Artist kendrick lamar from Album.

This song is sung by singer ” kendrick lamar ” in Year .

Lyrics of the heart part 4 :

Don’t tell a lie on me I won’t tell the truth ’bout you Don’t tell a lie on me I won’t tell the truth ’bout you 30 millions later, my future favors The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper Pi equals 3.14 The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing Wait up Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’ Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’ This seed in this soil is classified I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya I done vandalized the industry full circuit The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this Scum of a land that transcends two surfaces The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture The more blood pours, but… Don’t tell a lie on me I won’t tell the truth ’bout you Don’t tell a lie on me I won’t tell the truth ’bout you My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga ya lame And when I get at you homie don’t you just tell me you was just playin’ Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon You know a nigga rock with you, bro Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know Might end up like the last nigga I know Oh you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll Yellin’, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5 I am the greatest rapper alive" So damn great motherfucker I’ve died What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe House on the hill, house on the beach nigga (facts) A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach nigga (facts) I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach nigga The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness The whole world goin’ mad Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk Tell ’em that God comin’ And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’ Electorial votes look like memorial votes But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me? I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me Oh when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me? G Malone big bro, kudos to him I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em 30 millions later my future favors The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits Me and Top Dawg playing rock, papers, scissors in court And real hustler lose money just to go get some more I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back ‘Nother classic, right back My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack With TOC You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy It’s sad, daddy My only advice? Go and get you a bag daddy Lee Baca, on trail tryin’ portray a boxer Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em Tables turn, lesson learned, my best look You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m fouled They throwin’ me out, you throwin’ the towel Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don’t like that) Look at my smile, I’m smirking Calm but urgent (that ain’t the style, fuck) So many verses, you live in denial (fuck) So many verses, I never run out, what? You making him nervous, the music is loud Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo’ punk ass down) So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (what else?) So that means no more playing the backseats (what else?) My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?) My name is identified as "that king" I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit A difference between accomplishments and astonishments You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever Y’all got till April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together Let’s get it! Look look, on foenem

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Switch Places

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Switch Places

–Intro– Prrrt, prrrt Ayy, yuh

–Chorus– Oh you see me shinin’, make you wanna switch places We turn up, get money, hop in foreigns, switch places They ain’t giving nothin’ so of course we gon’ take shit All this yellow on me, man my jewelry racist And my bitch she a queen, she pull up in that new spaceship Everything is real life over here, we can’t fake it Yeah Give them haters motivation Oh you see me shinin’, make you wanna switch places

–Verse 1– I’m fresh out the jungle, baby I’mma go apeshit All this Rambo Camo, spent the Bands all on Bape shit Most my dogs on headshots they can get ’em, boy he’s faceless Stunt so hard, I make the critics wanna switch places [?] lungs, I feel it ’till I look Asian I’m that nigga, count my Skrilla, play the cut, Razor My bro traumatized, ‘quip the fire on strangers If that bitch a dime, than like T.I. I take her

–Pre-Chorus– Pull up with the flavours Purple yellow, Lakers You be switchin’ sides, we know you the point shaver Do for me the team and defend ’em, need favours Come from different clause, we don’t know the same tailors

–Chorus– Oh you see me shinin’, make you wanna switch places We turn up, get money, hop in foreigns, switch places They ain’t giving nothin’ so of course we gon’ take shit All this yellow on me, man my jewelry racist And my bitch she a queen, she pull up in that new spaceship Everything is real life over here, we can’t fake it Yeah Give them haters motivation Oh you see me shinin’, make you wanna switch places

–Verse 2– Out in the park I got put on to everything (everything) When you walkin’, do you leave behind a legacy? I can look into your eyes and see the jealousy And all that’s tellin’ me is I should be a better me Fuck niggas rushin’ the show off, but that was never me I know patience always gon’ pay off somethin’ heavenly Watch you vibin’, they gon’ take that energy (ayy) So I can’t buy into these lies these niggas tellin’ me

–Chorus– Oh you see me shinin’, make you wanna switch places We turn up, get money, hop in foreigns, switch places They ain’t giving nothin’ so of course we gon’ take shit All this yellow on me, man my jewelry racist And my bitch she a queen, she pull up in that new spaceship Everything is real life over here, we can’t fake it Yeah Give them haters motivation Oh you see me shinin’, make you wanna switch places

[oneidjitatatime]

Curiosity in a Junkyard

The Clever Magenta Box faded and trembled into existence, throomed to a stop next to a black Dodge Avenger that had seen better days and an orange Charger with a Confederate flag on the roof that had seen better decades. The door creaked open in its distinctive way, and The Second Anomaly-- Jenny, The Doctor's Daughter-- stepped out. She tugged a business card out of her pocket, glanced up at the sign-- "Singer Auto Self-Service Salvage Yard," she muttered. "I wonder if he knows it spells 'sassy?' The extra 's' is for extra 'sass.'" "Doesn't look like much," the cat muttered in his telepathic Tasmanian accent as he trotted out of the magenta TARDIS Police Box behind Jenny, wove between her legs and sat down in the dirt. Jenny smirked faintly, tugged the door shut behind Jack, and moved towards the main building. "Don't sell it short. Some pretty wonderful things have happened in junkyards." Jack's upper lip twitched pensively, dubiously, showing one side of his teeth for a moment before he languidly wheeled about to pad after her. "In my experience, they usually have way too many very big, very hungry dogs for that to be true." Jenny reached up and rapped gently on the house's front door, sliding her hands into the pockets of her green coat as she waited. "From what that adorable skinny werewolf boy told me, with this yard the big dog's actually the proprietor."

"Dammit, Frank, I don't give two shits! Just haul ass over there and get them damn blades ASAP!" Bobby slammed the phone down on the desk cradle and took a long pull on his beer. He grimaced and mumbled something about how can that idjit still be alive. Sitting back down at the desk he was about to start translating a piece of text someone needed for a case in Missoula when a sound that was decidedly not automotive kicked up at the front gate of the yard. "Balls." Reaching behind him he grabbed the sawed off shotgun always kept loaded and walked quietly across the living room, staying well away from the windows. He saw a youngish looking redhead walking up the porch with a yellow cat, not stopping to think that was in any way odd, and stood to the side of the door. She knocked and seemed content to wait, which narrowed the possibilities of who the hell she was and what the hell she was doing on his porch. He cracked the door just enough to get the curled bill of his hat out. "I ain't got no interest in yer relationship with Jesus and I don't need any encyclopedias, so unless you got a box a Thin Mints in that coat, take a hike." Then promptly slammed the door in her face and crossed his arms to wait.

Jenny arched a red eyebrow at the slammed door, an expression subconsciously very much like her father. Jack glanced up at her, squinching his eyes. "Rude. Stroppy, even. And what's a Thin Mint, when it's at home?" Glancing back down at him, Jenny replied: "Girl Scouts of America. I'm programmed with the tactics of every military and paramilitary organization in human history, and their door-to-door fundraising campaigns were quite effective. They proved useful couriers for The Blue States Faction in The Culture War of the mid-21st Century." Jack snuffled dubiously. "Get you, Digger. A regular Encyclopedia Ginger." Turning her attention back to the door, keeping her hands in her pockets the whole time, utterly unflapped, Jenny announced. "I don't have any cookies, Mister Singer, and I don't know Jesus personally, though I bivouacked with some Anglican Marines once so you might call Him a friend of a friend." "...I need help learning to fight monsters, Mister Singer. Aliens I can handle, monsters are a very different thing. And a lad named Garth told me you were the best in history at training Hunters."

Son of a bitch. Bobby looked out the window again at the oh so very young girl and swore to put a silver bullet in Garth himself. He cracked the door just enough to make himself clear. "Garth ain't right in the head, darlin. That boy's mamma dropped him on his head one too many times. And I ain't too sure about your mamma either. Monsters are a load a bullshit, so you just go back in yer spaceship an go fight little green men. I'm just an old grease monkey who ain't got time fer yer teenage delusions." Bobby had a sinking feeling she wasn't as crazy as he thought she was, but he'd be damned if he'd be responsible for another young kid goin' off and gettin herself killed because a him.

"I don't, ah," Jenny smiled a tiny, tiny smile, "have a mother. I never did." Unless you count Donna. She named me. Not to mention, am I even a teenager yet? But he says it like he'd say child, and I've never been one of those, either. "If I'm delusional, sir," she suggested, "then I'm no more delusional than you. And it's the same delusion. The same... 'family business.' 'Saving people, hunting things,' or 'saving worlds, rescuing civilizations, and defeating terrible creatures.' Either way, it involves an awful lot of running. ...love the running." She reached down and she picked up the cat, slung him over her shoulder. He widened his eyes in surprise at first, but then stretched and arched happily, reaching a paw out to grasp at the air. Then she turned to walk away, and glanced back over her other shoulder at that part-open door. "And, being delusional, I'm going to keep pursuing this. Going to keep looking 'till I find someone else to teach me, whatever it takes. But that'll be a shame, won't it? Because that means whoever teaches me won't do nearly as good a job as you would have, and a little lycanthrope told me there's nothing that bothers you more than Hunters who half-arse The Job." Jack jumped down almost immediately, trotting along beside her, he never did like to be picked up for very long-- and he glanced up at her as they went. "We're giving up?" he murmured. "Just like that?" "Either the conversation's at a South Dakotan stand-off," The Anomaly replied, wryly, "or..."

'Family Business'. Either Garth was runnin his mouth more than usual or she had at least run in the same circles as the boys for some time. He listened to that tone in her voice, watched her turn and walk off, saw blond wavy hair and a dinky little heirloom pigsticker twirling in her hand. Tucking the sawed off in the crook of his elbow, mumbling to himself that he was too fuckin old for this shit, he stepped out on the porch. "What're you after?"

Garth had been running his mouth, in a sense. Preaching the gospel of The Brothers Winchester and their "real" father, Bobby Singer, over a campfire while he held hands with his pretty young bride. Perhaps he had been waxing nostalgic for his days in the field, but he spared no gushes about his heroes. Jenny had not yet met those brothers herself. She was still learning how to pilot her TARDIS, and indeed, her TARDIS was still learning how to fly-- the fact that they were learning together actually helped matters more often than not, making their errors a little bit less of a trial. Running with Samuel Colt and Wade Wilson in The Old, Wild West was still in her future. But by damn, she'd be ready for it when the time came. "What're you after?" She smirked to herself and then down at Jack as Bobby called after them. Jack squinted at her. "...you weren't nearly so chessmastery when you were blonde." "Maybe I'm just taking after my dad," Jenny drawled in reply, and turned to face Bobby, speaking up to call across the near distance: "I have military training, sir. Pretty extensive training. I've fought in trenches even you might have trouble imagining. But it's come to my attention that there's creatures out there I'm not trained to fight. Creatures that don't necessarily follow the rules of warfare I've come to know, ones that pose a threat to people who just want to live in peace. And what sort of soldier would I be if I went into battle unprepared against things like that?"

Bobby stood and looked...looked at the little slip of a girl standing there talking to a cat. Yeah, she probably had done everything she said she'd done. John Winchester was a fuckin Marine and look where it got him. And then he laughed. A full bellied laugh that eased into a chuckle as he ambled down the stairs and set the shotgun down on the trunk of the junker in front of the porch and leaned an elbow next to it. "Look, sweetheart, I don't know what Garth told you, but there ain't no Monster College, or Monster 101 course I can teach you. I've been doin this shit fer 30 odd years and I still don't know half a what I don't know. Hunters get into the business for mostly the same reason. Someone close to em got took or killed or both by some supernatural bastard or other. If you got somethin' specific you need to know how to kill, I might and I mean MIGHT be able to help ya out. But if yer just here for Monster Boot Camp it don't exist. Now haul on outta here cause yer waistin time I need ta be spendin translatin Aramaic so some dumbass can try not ta get hisself killed."

She took a moment to respect the fine care that had been taken of that shotgun. Was that Boeing oil she smelled? But then he answered. Jenny's eyes narrowed slightly and, hands coming out of her coat pockets, she crossed her arms over her stomach-- the same classic posture she'd taken when standing off against her father. This was not the reply she'd been hoping for. "I suppose I didn't know what I was asking. This is a new theater of war for me." "New species hiding under the fabric of reality that each obey their own rules of physics. Sufficiently advanced biology is indistinguishable from magic." "I fought a strain of werewolves inhabiting an isolated corner of The Appalachians in Vermont, but they were resistant to the weapons described in The Torchwood Archive, mistletoe and concentrated moonlight, and realized that this species was terrestrial in origin, not extraterrestrial." Jack shuddered and cleaned himself intently, gnawing on one of his front paws. "(Bad dogs. Scary bad dogs.)" "We lost track of them, but picked up rumors of another pack-- which was how we met your friend Garth," Jenny continued. "I know better than to commit genocide, over-my-dead-body-- werewolves can be people too, just like The Hath-- but if I come up against dangerous ones, I need to know how to protect people. I've inherited my father's drive to fight the good fight-- while I try and find him, I want to honor his code." She hesitated. "And then there's these-- black smoke entities. They jump from body to body like The Gelth. How can I fight something like that?"

Bobby closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He could feel a whopper of a headache coming on. She was already just running around out there with some cracked up intel from some group over in Britain. Torchwood had come up in conversation and none of it was good, and if she was misidentifying aliens and demons she was about two steps from being hell hound chow if she stayed on her own. "I don't know what the hell a Gelth is, but that black smoke is a demon, a damned soul possessing a live human body. Werewolves can only be killed with a silver bullet to the heart. This is what I was tellin ya sweetheart, you don't even know what you don't know." he sighed. Looking over her shoulder he saw the pinkish looking box. It was the same design as the blue one that alien fella the boys ran around with drove. "If yer gonna stay, ya might as well park that box out back where it ain't gonna draw attention. And that cat had better be trained cause I ain't got no litter boxes or flaps in the doors, and I definitely got no patience for animals shreddin my books and furniture." He picked up the shotgun and turned back to the house. "Come on in when ya get settled and we'll see how ya are with translatin languages."

Jenny's brow furrowed more than a little at the you don't even know what you don't know. God, this was-- this must be what it had been like for members of the conventional military to transition into black ops spy work. They'd gotten so good at swimming in their depth of the pond that they had no Earthly (or exoplanetary) concept of how deep it really went once the continental shelf dropped out from under you. And then he namedropped dark spirits, and she felt the jarring impact of a new floor dropping out from under her. "A demon. An actual demon. The choirboys I bivouacked with would talk about them in the metaphorical sense--" --a chill raced up her spine, and, continuing the analogy about the ground dropping out from under her feet, right now she felt a bit like her father had, perched and poised over that yawning pit on Krop Tor, that dark urge to jump to fall-- She shook her head, her red red hair washing about as she did so. Managed to find her proverbial footing. For now. "That Box as you call it," she smirked faintly, "actually draws precious little attention, considering her color. But if it's throwing off your feng shui, I can move her. She's got this perception filter thing, usually the only people who register that she really doesn't blend in are the astutely observant-- those attuned to the oddities of The Universe-- and some slightly psychic people." "Can't be that astute, or that psychic," Jack squinted. "...I don't think he can hear me." Jenny shot her Cat an odd look. "Don't be ridiculous," she murmured, "of course he can." But then Bobby was going on about cat flaps and scratching posts and training, and it dawned on Jenny that no-one who'd actually heard Jack carry on a telepathic conversation, sentient as could be, could doubt his ability to self-regulate. She opened her mouth. And shut it again. How curious. Did he have some kind of psychic training, then? Defenses? She wagered psychic paper wouldn't work on him either. "He'll be fine. He can keep his claws to himself, and he has a rather Heinleinian way of not needing cat flaps." Jack harrumphed. "I can keep my claws to myself if he keeps those big stompy boots away from my tail. And his rocking chairs, he looks like a rocking chair sort of bloke." Jenny simultaneously ignored Jack, and watched Bobby for any hint or clue that he was hearing Jack and pretending not to. Now might not be the best time to insist that your housepet could deliver telepathic one-liners in a Hobart accent, you know, on top of showing up on an old soldier's doorstep demanding he dust off the old drill sergeant uniform. "I might be more help with those languages than you'd think. One of the perks of my particular mode of transportation. It's still hit or miss, though. She's still learning how to be a time machine, I'm still learning how to be a time traveler, it's an odd dynamic but it works surprisingly well."

He stopped with his hand on the door. "I don't know about any a that perception bullshit, I just know there's a big damn pink box sitting in the front a my salvage yard. Ya'd have ta be blind NOT ta see it." He watched how she moved, listened to how she talked, lamented at how young she was. It was too late to protect her from knowing about the bad things, even too late to keep her from fighting bad things. He looked back at himself and a much younger Dean, heading out to play catch in the park. The look on the kid's face when he realized they weren't going to be drilling anything, just...playing, like any other normal kid. The way she moved, the way she spoke, told him she'd never even had days like that. Wouldn't know a baseball from a hand grenade. And now she wanted him to fill her head full of more evil shit and how to kill it. He sighed and dipped his head. Pulling the door open he shouted over his shoulder. "Well park it out back, ask it how much Aramaic it knows, then get yer ass in here."

"Well," Jenny smiled faintly. "Blindness is in the eye of the beholder. It's like you just said, 'I don't even know what I don't know.' I'd imagine that's true of a lot of people and a lot of things. A lot of people don't know how to look and don't know how to see and don't know how to observe. So they can't see her." "And she's magenta, not pink," she corrected after another heartsbeat. "She's very particular about that." Then she turned and walked back to her ship, vanishing inside-- at which point it vanished in a slow, fading VWORRP. VWORRP. VWORRP. with the light atop strobing white white light. As Bobby had opened the door, Captain Jack had bounded over and slithered in through the gap, trotting in and squinting his eyes as he looked about, tail furling and unfurling. "Mate, you weren't joking about the books, hey? Well. I promise not to sharpen my claws on any first editions if you promise not to use my teleporting arse as target practice." Making himself at home, Jack spotted an old wheelchair in the corner that had gathered some quantity of dust, and immediately bounded into it like it was a Captain's Chair-- and started cleaning himself, very studiously licking down his own back. It was a few minutes later that Jenny walked back in, looking annoyed but trying to be Zen. She'd been gone about a week, and had had to lead a cell of Ogron mercenaries in rebellion against their Dalek employers and that had really taken some convincing. But eventually she'd made it back to Bobby's backyard not so very much the worse for wear and with very little observable time having passed. "Right then, sorry, she's sorted." "And, ah, she says Aramaic is easy, it's Enochian that's hard. And something called Krop Torese, but honestly that just sounds made up."

He watched the ginger furball streak passed his boots and grumbled, closing the door behind. He walked over to the desk, put the shotgun back in easy reach, sat down, pulled open the drawer, took out the scotch and poured it into the nearest drinking vessel. This just happened to be a yunomi which was fine since it wasn't a formal occasion. He knocked the drink back and looked across the room to see the cat sitting in his old wheelchair. Pouring another snort, he raised his cup. "Better you than me, pal." Bobby had just set his cup down, preparing to get back into his books when the girl strode in. He squinted at her, something was decidedly...off...about her, but he couldn't tell what. He indicated the chair in front of his desk for her to sit. "Before we get all mixed up in business, you need to give me some background. I'm guessin' yer the same kinda alien that Doctor fella is. We ain't met, but my boys have run with him some. Secretive. Enigmatic. That shit don't fly here. There are at LEAST three things I can name off the top of my head that can make themselves look so much like you yer mamma....well...folks who saw you everyday couldn't tell the difference." He poured another shot and sat back, looking at her over the cup. "Also, there's something damned peculiar about that cat. So give me as much as you can about who you are and what you're really doin' here. I need to be able to get a feel for you, see if I can trust you before we start formalizin' any arrangements."

"Better you than me, pal," Singer drawled. Captain Jack the Cat glanced up from his throne upon the wheelchair, and squinted his eyes at the older human. "At least if I'm sitting in it, you can't roll over my tail with it. Brrrr, and I thought rocking chairs were bad." Then Jenny came back, and despite himself, The Captain started purrrrrring again, purring not unlike a certain Impala, a rrrrrrumble deep in his orange belly. Unlike his telepathic dialogue, Bobby should be able to hear that plain as day. And he resumed cleaning himself, this time picking the claws of a hind-paw with his teeth. "Yes," Jenny nodded, smirking appreciatively at the fact that he caught himself with the reference to a hypothetical mother. "Some intel would not go amiss. I'll... try to be brief. But it's complicated." She draped her blue-green coat over the back of a chair and leaned against a table, arms over her tummy, standard at-rest posture for her. "I'm... similar to The Doctor. I seem to have most of his abilities and a wild, instinctive, hit-or-miss ability to use them, especially since my first regeneration. But I wasn't born naturally of his species and none of us are quite sure how exactly like him I really am. I was-- progenated off of him, it's sort of like cloning-- in the middle of a war zone on a distant planet in the year 6012. Part of that progenation process was to fill my mind with the kind of training and indoctrination that would make me a perfect soldier in our war against The Hath." "But my Dad was rather fed up with wars. And he taught me a better way." "He thought I died, and we got separated. I went looking for him through time, riding a shuttlecraft back through Rifts and Time Eddies and wormholes until I got to the early 21st Century. Picked that cat up along the way-- he's a funny story in and of himself." "I managed to find my Dad almost by accident. We both got roped into a conflict that almost unwrote all of reality-- and I got killed. Again. And we were separated. Again. And now I'm looking for him. Again." "Except this time when I came back I think I got a little more of my Dad in the bargain, a little cooler a little cleverer, and this time-- this time I have Magenta. So I'll find Dad again. It's only a matter of time." "But until then, I try to do what he would do. Fight the good fight, the only way I know how. And it looks like that includes fighting magical monsters, not just alien ones." "That's why I'm here, Mr. Singer." "It's my Family Business too."

He tipped the cup back in one knock and placed it gently on the desk. "Yep, that was pretty much as weird as I'd expected." He waved at the chair. "Sit down, yer makin' me edgy. Well, edgier." He arranged the research he was doing into a coherent pile and sat back in his chair. "I don't do a whole lot of field work anymore. I'm gettin' older and I'm sorta the only one who keeps track of the lore." He indicated the overflowing bookshelves and bookfurniture. "The hunters on the road who run into somethin' they don't recognize, or don't know how to get rid of, they call me. I reckon I'm the Spooky Shit Database." Bobby sighed and poured himself another shot, still debating whether to empty the bottle and send this girl packing or not. "I get that you've seen battle. I even get that you've fought some of the evil bastards we deal with. I understand the whole Family Business thing, lord knows. Half the hunters who do this have that particular baggage attached. What I want you to understand is that if I do take you on as an...apprentice, I guess you'd call it, there'd be more book learnin' to start with than actual monster killin'." Taking a sip of his drink he eyed her for microreactions. "If yer not stayin', if yer gonna run off in that pink box of yours more than you're here, there's not much point in this exercise either. You were gone a bit longer than the 5 minutes I didn't see you, which means whatever I teach you is gonna be gone just through diminished retention and intermediate distraction." He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm self taught, but I know the big words." "Here's what it boils down to. If I agree to this, I am accepting responsibility for your ass, no matter how much you tell me I'm not, so don't even start. Just cause you can't physically die don't mean there ain't a thousand other ways you can get damaged, possibly permanently, and if I start trainin' you then you run off and get pureed by a Hellhound, that's on me." He downed the rest of his drink. "That's it. That's the speech. If we can come to an accord, fine. But then I get the scoop on what the hell is goin on with that cat."

That was... quite a speech. Her microreactions had been-- perhaps infuriatingly steady, though there had been a furrowing of brow near-infinitesimal when he had mentioned book learning. She sat for a moment, in the chair he'd indicated, and dwelt in the moment. Weighed and measured. Considered all the angles. And when she spoke, she spoke from the heart, and her eyes didn't flicker upward at such an angle as suggested deceit or prevarication. "Your autodidacticism is impressive," Jenny replied, after a period of silence, see, I can do big words too. "I concede that I don't have a lot... of experience... with actual book learning. With protracted study. It's been programming and muscle memory and fieldwork all the way. So this will be an... adjustment. But it's an adjustment I'm willing to make, if you're willing to put up with the fact that it is an adjustment. An operation is useless without good intel-- even more so, an operative." "Mr. Singer, I have a brain like a sponge and I have near-eidetic physical memory. Whatever skills I learn, I retain. But I can promise you-- when I'm here, I'm here. I only went away for-- an unexpected interval-- because parking my machine isn't an exact science. (At least not for me.) But now my boots are on this ground and unless I'm called away suddenly by unexpected cosmic events-- it's been known to happen --I expect to carry out my tour with you without going AWOL or MIA or getting KIA... or worse." "A superior officer is always responsible for those under his command, whether he likes it or not, whether they like it or not. But I, in turn, will fulfill my responsibility to you. I'm reporting for duty. And that means something. I won't derelict that duty. I won't disgrace your leadership or your teachings." "An accord?" She glanced at Captain Jack, who didn't say anything, but he did that slow-blink thing cats do when they trust you. Jenny nodded to him gratefully, then looked back to Bobby. "That's affirm, if you'll have me." "But. Two things." "One:" she grinned softly, wrly. "She's Magenta. Not pink. She's very particular about that. It's her name and it's her color." "Two: Captain Jack is a really long story. And you might need a bigger glass."

"Alrighty then." Bobby reached behind him and pulled out a smallish, oldish tome; his most reliable book of exorcism incantations. He handed it across the desk to Jenny. "You take a look at that. Tell me what language it's in and based on the contents what you think its purpose is. If you need that box to help you translate, you'd either better start learning earth languages, or make sure it's with you every single time you go anywhere." He smirked and refilled his cup. "I recommend option one."

Jenny warily took the book from him-- but she pointedly didn't glance at the cover immediately. "Well. She is with me every time I go anywhere. She's how I go everywhere." "But I do see your point. Forewarned is forearmed, as they say." She stared to nowhere for a moment. And sort of-- conferred-- with that psychic presence always at the back of her mind. Well, sometimes at the front. And Magenta was... surprised by the question. She'd been programmed with just the scantest source-code for a Matrixian OS, and a lot of the things she did she sort of did just on... instinct. Jungian default settings, so to speak. So she really didn't know a lot of what... wasn't possible. So when Jenny asked if Magenta could temporarily disable the autotranslate function of the telepathic circuit formed by Jenny's ersatz "Time Lady" brain and Magenta's learning psychic interface-- Magenta had no idea. But she didn't see why not. All of this communicated in a couple of heartsbeats with just-- the vaguest impressions. Like holding a conversation with just your eyebrows. But then Jenny felt a certain neuropsychic sensation-- that was, itself, completely untranslatable if you didn't already know what it felt like --just sort of fade away. And then she nodded. "Okay, I'll give it a go." She glanced down at the book, and frowned. "...actually. I think I do know this one. Sort of." Jenny opened the book and began to page through it. "Okay, definitely only sort of. My programming includes the entire military history of humankind, including the martial philosophies of Ancient Romans, and this is... Latin? It doesn't read like military rhetoric, though. For one thing, Cicero was funnier. There's a lot of names and epithets I don't recognize." Her eyes narrowed to laser thin lines as she concentrated. "It's for... removing something. Uninstalling? ...something?"

Bobby nodded and put down his glass. "I'll have to take your word on Cicero's wit, but yeah, that's Latin. The fact that they didn't put anything in your programmin' about any of the 13 crusades leads me to suggest you get your money back on that Roman History section. "Those other words are religious in nature. I don't know how things work out there in the rest of the universe but down here on good ol terra firma, there's gods, demons, angels, demigods, all that bullshit. And there's different pantheons that follow different rules and different hierarchies. What you got there is the Roman Catholic Church's Greatest Hits for exorcisin a demon from a human host. Takin the black smoke out and sendin it back where it came from." He leaned back in his chair and rested his elbows on the arms. "You've got a good basic understandin of readin a second language and takin cues from context. That's important. It's a skill I'd like you to keep workin on a little while every day, without the box." He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "Right now, I sure as hell ain't gonna turn down something that can read Aramaic, and I'm hungry." He grabbed his research pile, stood up and walked toward the kitchen. "So you and the box can take up this translation I've been workin on all mornin, and I'll make lunch." He plopped the pile on the kitchen table. "You got a food preference? I don't serve safety pin soufflé or anythin weird like that."

"27 Crusades," Jenny corrected automatically, and then paused. "Oh, right. 21st Century. No, right, just 13 at this point. Well, most of the historical files embedded in my head were translated into 61st Century English, not a lot of the original Latin text was preserved. Just... bits and pieces. Cicero. A bit of Marcus Aurelius. That bit about coming, seeing, and conquering, that's in there a lot." "Suffice it to say that the better part of my real-world religious education is Anglican in nature. Not much call for Latin in the 51st Century Anglican Marines. And so far-- most of? --the deities and celestials I've encountered were just aliens posing as gods, or misinterpreted as gods, sufficiently advanced biology is indistinguishable from godhood. But I suppose all myths have an element of truth. Some more than others, it would seem." Her eyes widened and glittered almost animalistically as she processed what he was saying about the black smoke. These creatures were mental in nature! Psychospiritual, neuropsychic, of course their Achilles heel was conceptual in nature, spoken aloud instead of fired as a projectile! This book was an arsenal! "You're an arms dealer," she murmured, not realizing the lyrics she was paraphrasing. "Filling us with weapons in the form of words." "Yes," she nodded, as Bobby described his intentions as regards her lesson plan. "That sounds like a good way to arm myself." She smirked at the idea of fair exchanged he suggested, and gently mentally asked Magenta to re-furnish the translation protocols. Magenta only hesitated a little while she scrambled to figure out how, bless her, and Jenny felt that untranslatable sensation reinitialize in her limbic system. "Aramaic back online. And food sounds lovely, thank you." "Safety... pin... no, I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that recipe." "I've... I've developed sort of an affection for late 1950s diner food. D'you have anything like that? Chili?"

Bobby only understood about every third word she said, but he got the gist. "All I know for sure is that all the critters of a deific persuasion here are indigenous. And all the things that you need to kill, maim, or trap 'em are also indigenous. Either incantations, spells, weapons, they'll all be found on Planet Earth." Hearing her request, he went to the fridge to see what he had in stock. "You're in luck. I ate my way through childhood on late 1950s diner food and I do indeed have the makins for chili." He started pulling things from shelves and putting pots and pans on the stove. "With beans or without?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Fascinating." Jenny frowned. She didn't have nearly the experience or the education necessary to conceptualize this. But there were beginnings. Beginnings of learning and moving beyond just the soldiery indoctrination embedded in her brains and her genes. "The whole of The Universe to choose from, and all these... 'gods' emerge here? Their whole food chain evolves... here? No wonder aliens are always trying to invade this planet, no wonder my Dad can't stay away for more than a little while. It's like some sort of... spiritual junction-point for the whole of Reality..." She trailed off, lost in thought, trying to wrap her head around the theory... but a moment later, she realized he'd asked her something. "Oh! Um. Beans, please. And five alarms minimum. I'm fairly red-blooded." She paused. "Well, a tinge of orange." "It's a good color," Captain Jack approved, curled up in a ball and mostly asleep on Bobby's wheelchair.

Opening the cupboard and taking out the Scotch Bonnets he looked at her and mumbled, "On your head be it.". Bobby started frying, chopping, boiling, and reducing while glancing at the table to see if his 'student' was making any progress on the text. He had two fellas tryin not to get killed by a particularly nasty Tunannu living in the Clark Fork River. "You and the box getting anywhere with that text?" Then he remembered the cat, for some reason and asked if that critter needed feedin too.

Jenny had never gotten to fight a lupine-wavelength haemovariform with her dad. (Family business, indeed.) So she had never gotten to see him pore over tomes and find the weakness of a monster hidden between the lines of ancient poetry or prose. The greatest weapons in the world were books, he'd be the first to say-- and without even realizing it, Jenny was just now realizing how true that was. She squinted down at the page, mouthing words to herself. She turned one page forward and back and forward again, trying to get the flow of the text, and then nodding to herself. It took her a moment or two before she realized Bobby had asked her anything, so intent was she on her search. Though of course Jack had sat up instantly at the mention of critter-feedin' time. "Oh, um-- what?" she glanced up and blinked. "Ah-- tuna? He's not supposed to have too much of it, but once in a while as a treat is fine, if you've got it. Or any of that tinned chicken. Just put a plate down, he'll go mad for it." Captain Jack didn't need the plate to be down for him to go a bit mad, he bounded down from the wheelchair and padded as close as he dared to Robert Singer's clompy booted feet, and the glass-pack that was his purr rumbled like he was carrying the storm in his wake. His eyes were wide and his tail expressive and he kept saying "Food please? Food? Please?" instinctively excitedly even though he knew for whatever reason Bobby couldn't hear him. Speaking a little louder over the cat's perseverations, Jenny continued: "As for your-- ah-- Tunannu--" she paused to reflect wryly on the false-cognate similarities between Tunannu and Tuna "--it seems here like it's related to The Leviathan, and can take many forms, whale, fire-breathing sea serpent, hydra... crocodile... not much is said about how to kill it, something about Ba'al killing them, or-- Ba'al's sister binding them-- in one version, God Himself shatters the heads of the beast. In another, he slaughters Leviathan to feed the faithful in Heaven." She hesitated and she frowned. "Oh, hang on a tick. It's afraid of a... parasite? A 'kilbit' worm? Gets in the gills? ...Does that help? I don't know if you can find that at the local bait shop."

Bobby looked down at the ginger furball, who appeared as if called, purring and emanating Did Someone Say Food? vibes. Feeling a bit silly he indicated the stove. "Delicate cookin goin on here, cat. Gimme ten minutes and I'll see what kinda white meat I have on hand." Rolling his eyes he added "Please." He figured he should get his head examined for talking to a damn cat, but it just seemed the thing to do. As he was combining things to put on the simmer, he heard about the worm. "Ok, Antediluvian fauna." He tapped the wooden spoon on the pot handle rhythmically. "Back in the living room, over in the wall shelves in the corner there are some scrolls. Should be on the third shelf down." Then he turned to the cabinet looking for tuna.

"Ten whole minutes?" Jack squeaked disappointedly. "But I could be starved by then! Utter cactus!" Jenny rolled her eyes, and muttered. "Drama queen. I haven't seen a Captain this hysterical since we ended up on that starship that was a mock-up of The HMS Pinafore and were beset by robots that thought they were The Pirates of Penzance. Besides, ten's a good number. Ten's my favorite." "Yeah, yeah," Jack grumped, wandering back away from Bobby again so the busy kitchen boss wouldn't clomp a boot down on his tail as previously discussed. "Living room, wall shelves, corner, third shelf down," Jenny nodded at Bobby's instruction, and whisked off to investigate, the orange cat trotting on after her, gazing up at her like she was the sun and he was Copernicus. "Now, when you say 'antediluvian,'" Jenny called out loudly as she examined the scrolls on the shelf to find the ones he meant, "do you mean strictly in a metaphorical sense? Because while my files are strictly military based, I happen to know that there was never any literal Flood--" She stopped talking. She had opened one of the scrolls and was staring at it bewilderedly. Then she returned to the kitchen, gazing bewilderedly from the scroll to Bobby and back again as she walked, Jack wandering in a lazy zig-zag ahead of her like he'd gotten into some rum as an apertif for the impending victuals. "...I don't understand. I know for a fact that the fossil and the geological record give an accurate representation of historical progression, but according to this... according to this there was a Biblical Deluge, and before it, Enoch, and Nod, and Eden... how can... how can this be possible? Two histories simultaneously true and completely contradictory, parallel lines nested into each other like a double helix? This is... this is making my head hurt."

Holding the can of Chicken of the Sea and now digging through a drawer for a can opener, he listened to her walking back into the kitchen and probably got one out of five words this time. Improvement. "I think that intel you got grafted on your gray matter was shoddy at best, young'un. Cause as long as I've been alive on this earth the fossil record has shown evidence of the Flood. Not sayin it was Biblical in nature cause all the religions that I know of have a myth related to it, but it definitely happened." He found the can opener, scooped the tuna on a ceramic dish and put it down outside his cooking area. Then he got a bowl and put some water in it and decided that was about as hospitable as he was going to be to a cat. "Alright, cat. Come and get it." He walked over and examined the scroll over her shoulder. Yep. Biblical flood. He pulled his wallet out and got Kimber Mac's cell number out. "Here's my contact on all things alien, and timey. And really good Scotch. Give her a call if you want to discuss the whole layered thing. That shit doesn't even stick in my brain long enough to make it hurt. Or ask your box. I gather they understand that nonsense better than any of us."

Jenny frowned. "How perplexing. I'll need to talk to Magenta about this. She has a better multidimensional perspective than I do. But no, the creation myth where I came from was a little... different. Had more of a feminine touch, for one thing. But more focus on the mission at hand." Of course then Jack basically galloped over to the bowls that Bobby put down, skidding to a stop on the floor and diving his orange face deep into the bowl of the tuna. Immediately he started rumble-purring as he chewed, creating a fantastic combination of noises-- rumblechewing-- --all the while crowing telepathically about it. "Strewth, I haven't had proper albacore in aaaaaaages, this is brilliant--" Jenny squinted down at the scroll as she spread it out over the table. "Don't talk with your mouth full, it's rude." Captain Jack chuckled and kept making a sound as close to the onomatopoeia OMNOMNOM as humanly imaginable. Jenny glanced up from the scroll and took the number Bobby offered her. And she blinked. "Wait. I know this one? I met her! We fought The Knell together! Oh, I loved her hair!"

"Never met her in person. Seems nice enough though." He sat down while the chili simmered and tapped the tabletop. "Ok. The chili's gotta simmer an hour. That's plenty of time to consult with your box. Now, you can tell me what the story is with that cat."

"She's a peach," Jenny informed him in no uncertain tones. Not to mention-- maybe she could get in contact with my dad? All this fruitless searching... She snapped back out of her reverie when she realized he'd asked her that question again, and it still wasn't any easier an answer than the last time he'd asked. "That's a funny story." "I actually picked up Jack when I was stranded on a spaceship fighting xenomorphs in 2179, as cliche as that sounds." "And you know? He's never actually given me a straight answer as to where he comes from. He thinks it's hilarious to give a different answer every time someone asks him for a backstory, like it adds to his 'feline mystique.'" "In one story, he's descended from an orange cat that got ionically manipulated by an empathic Isolus, that it left a permanent impact on his genetic structure and future descendants had a latent gene involving teleportation and psychic communication, which Jack manifested as a kitten." "In another story, he's descended from a Cheetah World kitling who crossbred with a local feline while hunting for prey on Earth." "In yet another story, he's the immortal spirit of a small town in Lowell County, Kansas." "He once tried to tell me he was a Whifferdill who copied a psychokinetic alien cat too closely and got stuck. Or that he was a ship's cat for a certain Pirate of The Caribbean that got lost in The Bermuda Triangle. Or that he's from a planet with superheroes and he just happens to have a metagene. Or that he was the result of genetic experimentation gone wrong by The Bureau Tygon in the latter half of The 24th Century." Jack scoffed. "Not gone wrong, it went perfectly, it just had unexpected results. They were trying to make some wishing thing, but I think I came out much nicer." Jenny rolled her eyes, and kept going. "He could also have been the Earth's memory of Tasmanian Tigers once they'd gone extinct, living on in the Aboriginal Dreamtime, but he managed to escape to the material world by taking the form of an extant species." "Doesn't have to be Earth's Tasmania," Jack pointed out. "Lots of planets have a Tasmania." Ignoring him, Jenny continued: "But my favorite is this, because it seems to be the one he mentions the least often and I think that's likely to make it the truest: he's the son of a rogue Time Agent with one of The Catkind from New Earth shortly after The Year 5 Billion. How he got from The Year 5 Billion to The 22nd Century, I don't know, but still-- I think he's named after his dad, not after that Caribbean Pirate as he claims." Jack got a bit grumpier at that one, his tail rattlesnaking, and he sullenly began lapping up the water in the bowl next to the tuna. "They named the monkey Jack. Why not me too?"

"So, boiled down, that's an alien cat that can appear and disappear, and can talk with it's brain." Bobby sat there a minute, then got up to stir the chili. That kind of made sense of the weird feelings he got around the cat sometimes, like it was person-ish. Well, more person-ish than most cats thought they were. "I reckon the reason I can't hear him is one of the amulets or charms I carry around. I tend to be paranoid about things that ain't me getting inside my body." He looked down at the cat taking a drink and looking slightly moody. "Alright, Jack. I apologize if I've been rude. You're a guest in my house. If there's anything you need, just tell Miss Jenny and she can tell me. That work for everyone involved?"

"Well, he might not be alien," Jenny clarified. "Unless he is." Not really much of a clarification, but that was Captain Jack for you. "That makes sense," she then nodded. "I've encountered amulets that enable latent telepathy in humans. Makes sense there would be artifacts that instill the opposite effect. Psychospiritual firewall. Smart precaution. Where can I get one?" Jack paused in his drinking, and glanced up at Bobby. He squinched his golden eyes at the man, and his tail curled and unfurled and swayed back and forth behind him. "Cheers, mate. No worries, she'll be apples." And then he started cleaning himself again, happily full-bellied.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes since your not currently tryin' to shred me or my belongins." He went back to the table and sat. "I can probably dig somethin up for you, but for one thing, you couldn't talk to your pal there, and for another I seem to remember your clan can do your own internal warding. "Now. What does that say about aquatic parasites?"

"Don't count your chickens, mate," Jack chuckled, gleefully enjoying being able to prattle on incognito. "I show affection by sharpenin' me claws on your best leather furniture." "Rethink it," Jenny chided. Captain Jack scoffed. "My 'clan' usually has some pretty substantial training, or so I'm told," Jenny admitted, "and I'm at best a self-taught amateur. It would be great to have a back-up option in case of mental incursion." She paused. "And a little peace and quiet during my sleep cycles wouldn't hurt." Jack snorted. "If you just made my food dish bigger on the inside, I wouldn't have to come wake you up when you lie there for hours and let me starve." Jenny rolled her eyes, and then refocused on the matter at hand. "Right. Well. So we've got the cranial breach option-- the shattering of heads-- but since it's God described as doing it in the, ah, 'lore,' you'll probably need something with some serious kick. Man-portable, your options would probably be a Carl Gustaf 84-milimeter recoilless rifle, or a Kinetic Energy Penetrator if you know someone with access to that level of ordnance. My old sonic shotgun might have done it on full blast but somebody planted bananas where they used to sell fresh batteries." "As for the bioweapon option," she gestured to the scroll, frowning, "I mean, from the sound of things they've been extinct for--" She trailed off, stared to nowhere for a second. "I could get some. I could go back and get some."

Watching the girl talk to the cat and knowing it was talking back was a little unnerving, he had to admit. She had a point about the ordinance. It was very rare that they'd had to physically blow some shit up, so he back burnered that one for a while. He knew where he could get some military grade stuff, but getting it to those boys out there could take time and still might not work. He pondered what she'd said about going back and getting some. Not completely dismissing the idea. "Can you steer that thing to exactly where and when those things lived? Does that thing have a close enough illustration of what they looked like, so you'd know one when you saw it? Hell, can you even swim?"

"I beg your pardon!" Jenny arched both eyebrows. "I can swim like a seal! Well, a Navy SEAL, maybe not a seal seal." "Not to mention, the first Time Lady ability that I managed to teach myself-- completely by accident --is a thing called the respiratory bypass system that lets me hold my breath for ages. Came in handy when I was blowing a Queen Alien out through an airlock..." "Cheers for that, by the way," Jack piped up. "As for finding them..." Jenny shook her head. "Maybe I can convince Magenta to tune into their position-- to home in on them? Like what we were talking about earlier, asking her to figure out the timelines..." "It's more negotiating than steering at the best of times. I'll just have to negotiate... harder?"

Bobby chuckled. "Alright, you won't drown. But my more important point is, these are millennia old illustrations of critters that have never actually been sampled for DNA cause they're extinct. How're you gonna know if you found one when we can't even be a hundred percent sure this is what they actually look like?!"

"Yes," Jenny grimaced. "I suppose there is sort of an element of Here There Be Monsters mapmaking about this. Not exactly a 68T manual." She tilted her head and squinted at him. "Guess I'll have to bring a trained, experienced monster hunter with me. I mean, you use this lore all the time to figure out how to catch things with undocumented or poorly documented appearances, right? I mean-- you've fought invisible things!"

TBC