#the little feelers things are to show themselves at night as they glow

[nightly-ruse]

Concepts for the Koons I’ve been working on for a bit after I accidentally deleted the other one. They look far more Lion like then I thought but it kinda works. This is the general Koons build though they are highly adaptable and quick to mutate based on their environment though they almost always have that water hump, chest built for storing water, backwards fangs, tongue, pupils, and paws. I didn’t draw it but they can easily stand on their back legs and do so often to see farther or intimidate other creatures.

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

Buddy pal friend, show Tumblrrrrrrr your arttttt

Show them the L u n a r ™️

Ramble about them p l e a s e

Hehehehe alien Lunar rambling time >:) including art for visuals

(note: this is just my interpretation/au of the “lunar is technically an alien” thing and it’s very self-indulgent, as all the stuff I create usually is also this may or may not end up becoming canon to the Icarus au, we’ll see)

So starting off, Lunar has a lot of features that are indicators of him being an alien/star-hybrid (my interpretation of the stars is also different though I won’t focus on that here-)

These features are (but not limited to):

Lunar, similar to Toothless from httyd, has retractable teeth (his teeth can retract on command into little pockets in his “gums” aka the silicone alternative of gums that he has)

His teeth are also sharper with much more prominent canines

(also yes he has used this ability to scare/surprise kids as well as family before)

This isn’t exactly something entirely specific to him but he also has padded hands and feet and retractable claws

The thing that is more so specific to him though is that he is really good at climbing walls as well as other usually hard to climb places as the pads themselves act as natural suction cups

Lunar and the others are semi-organic (which means they can do things such as properly ingest and digest food and drinks amongst many other things) HOWEVER, Lunar is different in ways than the others

One of these ways being that he doesn’t bleed oil but instead actual blood though it is still of course different from normal human and animal blood

Lunar can be injured much easier than the others due to this though something about his biology allows him to heal quickly, though how long it really takes depends on how severe the wound is

Lunar also has a form that is much more alien-like though they often don’t use it as they’re still getting used to it (the most they use it is during training as its easier to use their abilities then)

This other form gives them other physical traits such as soft and squishy feelers/nubs around their head and along their body that are very sensitive to changes in the air and vibrations as well as touch (he is able to pick up the faintest of sounds and movements using them so it can be very overwhelming)

Being semi-organic also comes with other abilities (both for Lunar and the others): giving them equipment like tongues as well as other things

This means that any of the cast who are semi-organic are technically able to have kids due to their biology, including Lunar (though due to being part alien their methods are slightly different from the others coughs)

Anyways✨

Along their face and body are star/constellation-like patterns that, while barley visible in the light, glow in the dark/at night

Lunar’s eyes also glow at night and he has amazing night vision (though the ladder is a thing others like Moon and Eclipse possess as well due to coding)

Going back to the patterns; they can technically communicate using them (they just don’t know how to yet-), kind of like how seawings use their bioluminescent markings to communicate in wof, by pulsing and flickering the lights (which Lunar sometimes unintentionally does when they are startled/flustered/upset)

Two versions of Lunar with markings (without light and with)

I see Eclipse given four arms all the time so why not Lunar? He’s part of Eclipse’s code after all (and part alien now sooooo 4 arms :) )

Moving onto behavior:

Alien Lunar’s behavior is more feral (ex: growling/hissing and baring his teeth when upset or scared)

He is not a complete wild animal or anything like that but he does possess animal-like behaviors such as the one listed above and more (he can get really feral though when he’s super upset or scared or just experiencing other really high emotions)

Other behaviors include:

Zoomies when super excited or happy

Kneading like a cat when sleepy

Other vocalizations like purring (which is more like a rumbly whirr than an actual purr but still) and clicking/chirping and cooing like a dove/pigeon

Lunar tries not to let things like that slip much though they still do and they get embarrassed by it (again they’re still very much getting used to everything)

That’s all I have rn, again this is very self-indulgent and also I’m going into depth about a lot of stuff and being detailed (even with the more “below deck” stuff if you know what I mean even though can’t really say much about that here coughs) cuz I like doing that when creating any kind of biology for species/character stuff, it’s fun and helps build an interesting and complex thing I think

Imma stop rambling now-

[verdigrisprowl]

Apr 9 Dancitron Movie Night - Vertigo

The characters were very easily hate-able. That made the movie, by default, very easily hate-able. It was actually a well-written suspense movie, it just had loathsome characters.

But there was a brief semblance of harmony—if not peace—as everyone in the room yelled at the screen.

Today Specs 7:40 pm *in comes a dragon! she bears comfort food this time, rust sticks and oil cakes and tinsel cookies shaped like glitchmice.* Hello, Soundwave! ItsyBitsySpyers 7:40 pm *Soundwave was hoping to get a moment of dancing in before everyone got there, but he'll abort that leg flick and sit right the frag down.* Specs 7:41 pm *the dragon would never judge you for dancing, Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:41 pm *Ravage IMMEDIATELY pokes his helm out of the stairwell* =I SMELL TINSEL.= Prowl 7:41 pm *Prowl arrives and tilts her helm at the music* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:41 pm [[Good evening, dragon, Prowl.]] Specs 7:41 pm You do! I was just experimenting a little with it, since it's the right sort of thing... You like tinsel? Prowl 7:42 pm Good evening, Soundwave. *nods to Specs and Ravage too she guesses* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:42 pm *Ravage's optics are so pale they're nearly white. Oh, does he ever. It's like catnip for murder felines.* =What you are wanting for all of them?= Specs 7:44 pm *the dragon just passes that platter to Ravage* Just tell me if they're suitable according to your refined palate. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:45 pm *He takes the edge of it in his mouth - can't use his paws, and someone might grab it if it's in his feeler/tail claws - and murmurs a thank you around it as best he can.* Shocky 7:45 pm Good evening ItsyBitsySpyers 7:45 pm *Soundwave sits up straighter and looks over. What's this, then?* Specs 7:45 pm *Ravage is always welcome to help himself to anything she makes. It's her privilege to make these and bring them in, and her delight.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:45 pm [[Good evening. From which universe might you hail...?]] Prowl 7:46 pm *stiffens visibly* Smokescreen 7:46 pm /Smokescreen's coming in and is going to go immediately for the drinks./ Shocky 7:46 pm I believe you might know it as the 'prime verse' ((i have no idea, my shockers is kinda a divergent)) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:48 pm *Nods.*

((what's the url?)) ((so i can keep track of which ones he talks to about what when they're here)) Bull 7:48 pm ((*goes to get munchies*)) Shocky 7:49 pm ((@illogicalshockwave but if you want the actual link its https://illogicalshockwave.tumblr.com/ )) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:49 pm ((OH! i know yours already, hello 😀 )) Prowl 7:49 pm ((*follows* Smokescreen 7:49 pm /Smokescreen's going to grab a few drinks, before going to sit next to prowl. setting one down/ Prowl! It's been a little while- what've you been up to? Shocky 7:52 pm *Shockwave sits a respectful distance away from the two, examining the music with a half curious half confused look* Prowl 7:52 pm *Prowl relaxes a notch at hearing Smokescreen's voice* Hello, Smokescreen. I've been up to a great deal. Ultra Magnus and I had to reassess the police force's goals and plan training for the newest recruits. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:53 pm *Ravage tries to fuss at Smokescreen and finds he can't sound angry with a tray in his mouth. He runs up stairs with it to set it in his room, then charges over to Smokescreen and swats at his leg with a claw.*

=Payment!= *Soundwave nods again at Shockwave.*

[[We are watching an Earth film from this music's time period. It seemed appropriate.]] Smokescreen 7:53 pm /Smokescreen's looking up at Shockwave, and waves!/ Shocks! I don't think I've seen you here before- you like movies? Shocky 7:54 pm I have never had the time to watch one. I am interested to see what this film is about however Smokescreen 7:54 pm Ohh- did that all go well, though? that sounds like a lot of work- sounds like we've both been busy with stuff! Education systems don't build themselves, apparently. Smokescreen 7:55 pm Wait. Wait, really? Man- I'd love to show you some sometime! Some of them might be helpful science-wise? /Smokescreen's looking through his subspace, and is offering out a half-full cube of low-grade/ How's this? Bull 7:57 pm [*has chips and halfa*] ItsyBitsySpyers 7:57 pm ((what's halfa?)) Bull 7:57 pm ((meant to use out of character 😛)) Shocky 7:57 pm ...Indeed? I am unsure as to how fictional films would aid in scientific discovery, but I would be willing to listen Magnum Ace 7:57 pm ((the next time you come by, you should bring some over)) Bull 7:58 pm ((It's a candy; either made from sesame seeds or flour based)) Prowl 7:58 pm It is. We've only had a few... awkward adjustments. Bull 7:58 pm ((found it at the store and decided to try it)) Smokescreen 7:58 pm It could give you different ideas! And there's multiversal documentaries- they might have science advancements that even you haven't found yet. ... Awkward adjustments? What kinda adjustments are those? Magnum Ace 7:59 pm -pings Soundwave. Mind them coming over for movie night?- Shocky 7:59 pm ((i'm so jelly, i have to be on a diet now q.q fitness is going to be a pain in the ass to get started in but ehh)) Prowl 7:59 pm My understanding was that these were non-fiction documentaries. Prowl 8:00 pm Recruits with the wrong idea of what an enforcer should do. Nothing we can't fix with time. Bull 8:01 pm ((I wasn't even sure what it was when I found it; got that and some gunpowder green tea and black rice)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:01 pm *Ravage growls louder.* =PAYMENT.= *SWIPE hard with the claws. Get some scratches, you.* Smokescreen 8:01 pm Ohhhh- oh, yeah. That kinda thing is pretty important! Come to think of it- I don't really know what's going on with law enforcement where I am Magnum Ace 8:01 pm ((you do find the weird stuff Specs 8:02 pm ((ayy gunpowder green tea)) Smokescreen 8:02 pm OW- ow, come on, Ravage. That was payment! What about helm pats? Orrr- I could tell you a story. From Alpha Trion. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:02 pm ((we will start soon-ish, get any snacks and whatever you need)) Bull 8:02 pm ((I want to get the ice cream cake looking deserts they had; and some Russian coffee)) Smokescreen 8:02 pm But I don't have any shanix. Prowl 8:02 pm I would advise you to ensure they're not abusing their position to abuse the civilians on your Cybertron. Magnum Ace 8:02 pm ((shhhhh, I'm getting hungry ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm =Touch my helm and die, Autobot.= *Bares his glowing fangs.* =Story or items. Or bleed.= Bull 8:03 pm ((Then eat; I know you got yourself foods)) Specs 8:03 pm *this would be a terrible time to inform Ravage that he's the coolest cat this dragon has seen, but she's definitely thinking it.* *chimera, of course, is the cutest cat* Bull 8:03 pm ((and it better not just be Mountain Dew)) Magnum Ace 8:03 pm ((I did, but I want sweets now ((......... ((<.< Smokescreen 8:04 pm I mean- I don't really mind bleeding all that much, if I can still have the drinks! /Smokescreen's leaning down to take a sip of his drink./ Prowl 8:05 pm *lets out a small huff in amusement* Shocky 8:05 pm *Shockwave is just... baffled at how smokescreen is like this* annoying the hosts is most unwise, Smokescreen. Prowl 8:05 pm Just pay him, Smokescreen, before you wind up missing metal. Smokescreen 8:06 pm Hey, what? I'm not even trying to be annoying- and I've had worse ways of paying bots before. It's not like I'm letting Ravage rip off plating or something. Bull 8:07 pm ((I swear I will attack you with a leek next time I come over)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm *Specs should tell them both later. They'll appreciate it more then, for sure.*

[[Indeed it is. You should listen to Shockwave. Ravage has been known to bite thieves.]] Magnum Ace 8:07 pm ((OAO noooooo ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm [[And he's not known for letting go.]] Smokescreen 8:07 pm Well- I guess Ravage'll have to get used to living in my quarters, then, if he won't let go. Bull 8:07 pm ((eat healthier then)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm ((we start at 8:15)) Smokescreen 8:07 pm ... But I guess I can give a story. VProwl 8:08 pm *Prowl has been here less than a minute, and he's already sick of Smokescr why is shockwave here* Magnum Ace 8:08 pm ((Maybe Shocky 8:08 pm What are the accepted forms of payment? Being a new guest to these events I am unsure if Shanix is, or something with more weight in the multiverse ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm [[Anything we might find interesting or useful. We do not have a functional currency yet, and barter has been more useful.]] VProwl 8:09 pm *not what he needs. NOT what he needs.* Magnum Ace 8:09 pm ((ANYWAY, before I'm assaulted by leeks, should me and Bull just assume they're in the room now?)) VProwl 8:09 pm @Soundwave «Is he going to be sitting with you.» Bull 8:09 pm ((*has a bag of celery ready for the smacking*) Magnum Ace 8:09 pm ((PUT THE BAG DOWN ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm ((crud was i pinged for a bridge? i've been scattered, lemme just--))

*Anyone who might've been asking for a way in now has one.*

@P: [[...No. Why would he?]] Bull 8:10 pm ((eat REAL food!)) Magnum Ace 8:10 pm ((I am! SHUSH! Smokescreen 8:10 pm I'm not a useful bot and you know it, Sounds. But for stories, stories... What kind of story would you want, anyway? Magnum Ace 8:10 pm ((and thanks snek VProwl 8:10 pm @S «I can't tell if it's yours.» *if he's not, though, Prowl is sitting next to Soundwave and making himself as unobtrusive as possible.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm [[Vital events in that bot's timeline's history. Ones he wouldn't already have easy access to, that is.]]

@P: [[It is not.]] *He'll gently bump a knee while pretending to shift for comfort.* Magnum Ace 8:12 pm -and he's just going to trot through the bridge at a quicker clip than normal- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm ((LAST SONG GRAB YO STUFF)) Bull 8:13 pm *Bull follows in after* Smokescreen 8:13 pm ... Oh. Well, that's pretty personal- he was pretty private about slag, and I don't know what parts you would know already. VProwl 8:14 pm @S «Good. I've had quite enough of—everything, lately. People. People who can screw up reality.» Magnum Ace 8:14 pm ...I think Meckel is a bit angry. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm [[Greetings, Ace, Bull.]]

*He'll nod over to the small stepladder stashed next to one of the couches. Zori proposed it as a possibly helpful item recently.* Prowl 8:14 pm *clasps her hands together on the table and listens to the music/room* Magnum Ace 8:14 pm Hello, Soundwave! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm @P: [[...He apologizes for that.]] Bull 8:14 pm I was not sticking around to find out. Hi, Soundwave Magnum Ace 8:15 pm I...might have had something to do with it? VProwl 8:15 pm @S «You're only involved in half of it.» @S «... That's not true. Sixty-eight percent of it.» Bull 8:16 pm What did you do? *Bull was already regretting asking the question* Magnum Ace 8:16 pm ....... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm ((WARNINGS: idfk i wanted to go into this blind, it's hitchcock, that means murder mysteries. so, uh. murder, mystery, probably fifties sexism, a blond lady in trouble or causing it, and then the rest is whatever it is tonight.)) Magnum Ace 8:16 pm I may have.....decided to exit through a window. Again. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm ((oh, and heights, i guess, probably. it is called vertigo.)) Shocky 8:16 pm *There is an awful lot of bots here. He'll shift a little further away from people and quietly observe from there* Bull 8:17 pm Why?! *There was a slight whine to his voice; not liking the idea of an angry Meckel* Magnum Ace 8:17 pm -oh, look, he's being distracted by climbing up to the table- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm *Soundwave settles in and half listens to the talk about Meckel while the movie starts.*

@P: [[He will endeavor to be as realistic as possible for at least three weeks.]] Specs 8:18 pm *be mindful of where you sit, Shockwave. the dragon is only the size of a fox, and she tends to perch on the back of couches where no one else is sitting* VProwl 8:18 pm @S «I think I'm going to need more than three weeks, but I appreciate the effort.» Magnum Ace 8:18 pm -Guilt, what guilt, he's fine- Bull 8:19 pm *Bull follows Magnum to their normal spot; still giving his fellow leaguer a look* Magnum Ace 8:19 pm .... Omicron 8:19 pm *Ice queen stepps in, looking around* Magnum Ace 8:19 pm The other exit was blocked. By Richard. -who he still hasn't talked to- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm (("guys we forgot to make credits" "uhhhh my kid's got a Spirograph set?" "good, use that") Bull 8:20 pm Oh... *that was understandable* Specs 8:20 pm Ice Queen! *here comes the fluffiest dragon, looking to become the fluffiest epaulette* How have you been? Shocky 8:20 pm *Shockwave half looks at the new comer before focusing on the strange abstract film opening* Smokescreen 8:21 pm /Smokescreen's going to go ahead and offer the cube of high grade to Prowl!/ Hitchcock, huh? He did that bird documentary, right? Omicron 8:21 pm *Icy ducks her head and chirps to fluffy dragon, offering a wing for them to climb up to her back with racer* Magnum Ace 8:21 pm ....Carl may have seen me do that. And decided to try... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm [[Yes. And the murder surrounding the key.]] Magnum Ace 8:21 pm -That's why Meckel was mad at him- Smokescreen 8:21 pm And that movie about clowning around? Bull 8:22 pm No, he didn't... Oh Silkie's not gonna be happy either. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm [[...About what?]] Smokescreen 8:22 pm You know, it was about clowns doing the slag that clowns do? VProwl 8:22 pm *oh, police offic— oh. never mind.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm *Well, that was an unpleasant opening.* Magnum Ace 8:23 pm He...did. He's being fixed, and...kinda my fault he has to be Specs 8:23 pm *floof floof* *dragon solidarity* VProwl 8:23 pm *oh, another police officer. one that's quitting but still.* Magnum Ace 8:24 pm .....he's really not going to be -he was bracing himself for that talk- Bull 8:24 pm *he really didn't want be in Magnum's place* Smokescreen 8:24 pm W. What saying I think she just wants to get rid of him Magnum Ace 8:25 pm -he's in for it- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm [[Ah. Then they do not date anymore.]] Smokescreen 8:26 pm War? Wait, what war? Shocky 8:26 pm *Shockwave likes this femme so far. Seems like a practical quiet sort* Omicron 8:26 pm *the big predacon settles in her spot to the side, crossing forelegs and gives fluffy dragon a lick, and grins as Racer tries to groom them too* Swoop 8:27 pm ((I'm ooc. Don't mind me.)) Omicron 8:27 pm ((what is the name of the movie?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm ((Yo)) ((Vertigo)) VProwl 8:28 pm Perhaps they shouldn't have done that next to the window. Bull 8:29 pm He's got it worse then me. *knows what it's like to be afraid of heights* Specs 8:29 pm *the smaller dragon chirps at Racer, and gives him a lick back too. HE'S certainly clean, especially in comparison to smokescreen. as long as he's careful and doesn't tug out her fur, he can try to groom her as much as he pleases.* VProwl 8:29 pm He's got the right idea, though. Gradual desensitization. Omicron 8:29 pm ((thanks!)) Smokescreen 8:29 pm whoa that's a fancy desk Magnum Ace 8:29 pm You're getting better with yours ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm [[Hmm. He wonders how Blades is doing these days...]] Bull 8:30 pm *Bull gives a rueful chuckle* I don't know if I should thank or blame the Deus. Prowl 8:30 pm He's a grounder now. Smokescreen 8:30 pm ... Man, it's been forever since I've since those rescue bots where I am- I wonder if they ever learned about, uh, stuff. Magnum Ace 8:30 pm Both ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm [[He knows that. He means afterward.]] ((... the phone rang once, stopped, and then about 30 seconds later rang once and stopped. what even?)) Magnum Ace 8:30 pm I'm surprised Windy isn't scared of heights after that though Omicron 8:31 pm Racer: *he's very clean! he just got groomed by one of his insecticon minders before coming! gives a rumbly like purr attempt as he tries to groom* Smokescreen 8:31 pm ....... Shocky 8:31 pm **That gavin fellow sounds an awful lot like the old senators* Smokescreen 8:31 pm . . . Bull 8:31 pm I think he'd hate volcanoes and lava more. Prowl 8:31 pm He avoids some of the higher roads according to Chase, but other than that, he's functioning well enough. VProwl 8:32 pm He's a fool. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm ((i was looking at the phone stuff, why is he supposed to be following?)) VProwl 8:32 pm Even if you don't believe those things, you investigate the situation to find out what's going on. Magnum Ace 8:32 pm True. I don't blame him, though. VProwl 8:32 pm ((this dude thinks that his wife is being haunted by someone dead and wants a retired detective to follow her and see what's up)) Specs 8:32 pm *chirps at Racer and licks the top of his head gently. the dragon's got a rough, catlike tongue, designed for grooming all that thick fluffy fur. not so good for cleaning metal.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm [[He has heard that Earth felines and Earth canines sense ghosts. If this human thinks his conjunx is being haunted, he should get her one.]] Magnum Ace 8:33 pm ...that entire trip was just one disaster after another Smokescreen 8:33 pm Do you really need to snoop into her life that much? Bull 8:34 pm More or less. *They all had their experiences on that trip* VProwl 8:34 pm Has he tried getting involved with HER yet? Ask her about those apparent gaps in her behavior? Call out her contradictions? Rather than involving either doctors OR detectives? Shocky 8:34 pm *These health conditions with their conjunx is uncomfortably close to touching with issues with his own* Prowl 8:35 pm Doubtful if he's asking someone else to do it. VProwl 8:35 pm He doesn't know yet whether she's possessed or simply lying, and already he's having somebody stalk her. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm [[That is a good point.]] Omicron 8:35 pm Racer: *doesn't mind one bit, reflexively gives a lick back, little smoother of a forcked glossa, no drools or left over energon though! ....she might get gold dust shines though* Magnum Ace 8:35 pm Hopefully this season goes better Smokescreen 8:35 pm Maybe she's trying to get away from him? Bull 8:35 pm If anyone says we should 'take a vacation' or that we should go training overseas, I'll say no thanks. Omicron 8:36 pm *Icy just watches movie, little confused, but liking some of the humans* Specs 8:36 pm *nothing wrong with being a little sparkly! as long as there's no energon drool on her, Racer's a good bean.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm *What went wrong on that trip, he wonders.* Magnum Ace 8:36 pm -snorts in laughter- I'm sure you won't be the only one Omicron 8:37 pm Interesting the difference between the views....wonder if any mech has been those cars Shocky 8:37 pm strange altmodes they drive in... Magnum Ace 8:38 pm I like my plating attached, thanks Smokescreen 8:38 pm They're ancient alt modes! Bull 8:38 pm I think I rather go training with Jurota in the mountains; gotta be safer. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm [[He will give the humans one advantage: it must be easier to follow each other in their cars since they do not identify each other by which one they are.]] Magnum Ace 8:38 pm -EVERYTHING went wrong on it- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm [[Or in their case, are driving.]] Omicron 8:39 pm this...is very stalker like Smokescreen 8:39 pm But can't they see each other inside the cars? Magnum Ace 8:39 pm ....just watch for storms. They get nasty up there Bull 8:39 pm Still; safer. Smokescreen 8:39 pm Her husband did pay him to basically professionally stalk because he doesn't want to talk to his own wife. Omicron 8:40 pm so...is smokescreen still not clean? *to specs* Magnum Ace 8:40 pm True. Less...everything that was that trip Specs 8:40 pm Unless I can prove he's taken a bath today, and it's not his first one this month? Absolutely not. Shocky 8:40 pm *looks at the one insisting on cleanliness and tilts his helm* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[Humans have terrible vision. They measure their visual acuity in lengths shorter than he is tall.]] Specs 8:41 pm *look, she grooms herself with her tongue. she HAS to insist on cleanliness. there's just too many bad things that happen otherwise.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[They would consider it a badge of honor to lay on the ground and still be able to see the glyphs on his visor. It is sad.]] Smokescreen 8:41 pm /Smokescreen's snooping, and is staring at Specs right now./ Omicron 8:41 pm .....*grings at the fluffy dragon* want to get him over here and I can make sure he's clean? at least for the evening Magnum Ace 8:41 pm Still, at least we shouldn't have to do that again ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm *The useless facts you pick up when you're investigating octopus eyes...* Magnum Ace 8:42 pm Unless Owner has another relative that's playing dead somewhere Smokescreen 8:42 pm Seriously? Humans have vision that bad? But isn't that why some of them wear glasses? so their vision can be as good as ours? Prowl 8:42 pm Glasses? Specs 8:42 pm ...*ooh, she's considering that* Does that qualify as a disruption, you think? Bull 8:43 pm .... *now that he thought about it; no one ever talked about her mother* Omicron 8:43 pm *Ice Queen isn't sure, staaaaaaaaares at Soundwave, and give him a ping* Magnum Ace 8:43 pm ..... Smokescreen 8:43 pm Yeah! They're kinda like visors, but they have two pieces of glass that by- I'm not exactly sure how it works, but it gives them super good vision. VProwl 8:43 pm *looks at Soundwave* ... How do they drive? Bull 8:43 pm *Then again that was a can of worms Bull was NOT gonna pry at* Magnum Ace 8:43 pm -please don't- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm *Ravage stumbles back downstairs and over to the dragons. He flops down, flips onto his back, and whispers.* =Very... very good.= *PURRING AWAY. Content felinoid.*

[[Please, do not forcibly bathe anyone onthe premises. If you must remove the stink, take them outside and use a hose.]] Shocky 8:44 pm these close up shots are quite unnecessary Prowl 8:44 pm Ah. Smokescreen 8:44 pm It's supposed to show what the humans are focusing on! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm @Prowl: [[The humans? Haven't you had them driving you before?]] Smokescreen 8:45 pm ... Wait, forcibly bathing? Why would anyone do that anyway? Specs 8:45 pm *that's one delighted chirp from the dragon* I think I'll make that again, then! *always nice to see someone appreciate her cooking* Omicron 8:46 pm hm... maybe outside. *blinks, lowers head and sniffs at Ravage?* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm *Ravage goes wide-opticked and bats at the nose.* *He then DARTS THE HELL OFF and into a corner* Magnum Ace 8:47 pm -what the hell was that blur?- Specs 8:48 pm *poofs up* *well, that's something* Magnum Ace 8:48 pm -it looked cat shaped- VProwl 8:48 pm @S «I didn't know they couldn't see that far.» Omicron 8:48 pm *big dragon blinks, well...did she do that?* VProwl 8:49 pm *he retroactively feels much less safe.* Smokescreen 8:50 pm ... Sounds, do you know how glasses work? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm [[-He- would like a question like that. He doesn't see what the Midge human has against it.]]

[[Of course he knows how glasses work. Some Cybertronians require visual assistance as well.]] Magnum Ace 8:51 pm ...-tempted to ask for a baseball, to see if it was a cat- Smokescreen 8:51 pm But what about glasses for humans? How do they make the glass that lets them see better? VProwl 8:51 pm Her issue with it is that it clearly wasn't his original question and he's dodging the question. @S «... What's up with Ravage?» Prowl 8:52 pm Ah, so they are the same as visors. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm @P: [[Tinsel cookies. Something about the substance overstimulates his olfactory sensors. Temporary glitch.]]

[[He does not know how the glasses are made. Only the ones they put in their eyes.]] Omicron 8:53 pm *Icy turns back and gives her hatchling and fluffy dragon a good few licks, purring under them* Smokescreen 8:53 pm Wait- the ones they put into their eyes? They what? Specs 8:54 pm *purrs and chirrups at the predacon. SHE'S clean, at least* Shocky 8:54 pm this investigator seems quite the rude type... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[Sharp, isn't she.]] VProwl 8:55 pm Quite. Omicron 8:55 pm *Icy approves of the clean!* oh, thought you might like to meet someone new by chance. Likely won't get her out from under her hiding place Prowl 8:55 pm She should be a detective. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[And why rude, do you say?]] *Not that he disagrees. He just wants to know.* Specs 8:56 pm Oh? Shocky 8:56 pm They are too abrupt in their treatment, to stern with no manners it is slighly vexing. VProwl 8:58 pm Why wouldn't he tell his own spouse these things about her own history. He's a terrible spouse. Omicron 8:58 pm *Icy nods at her left wing, shifting a little so her passenger can just hear a protesting mew under* Specs 8:59 pm Are genealogy records simply not available to these humans? *blinks and turns her head. there's someone there!* Omicron 8:59 pm apparently not....or not easy to find? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm *SOUNDWAVE HEARD A MEW.* Omicron 9:00 pm *There was a tiny mew!* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm *There is a cat in here and it is not Ravage. His screen goes ! and all.* Magnum Ace 9:00 pm -is there a cat in here?- -other than Ravage- Bull 9:00 pm !!! Specs 9:00 pm *chirrups and searches for the mewler* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm *It then goes ! brighter and redder. She threw herself off!?* Magnum Ace 9:00 pm !!! Omicron 9:01 pm whaaa...what? !! VProwl 9:01 pm Maybe she's being "driven mad" by a husband that sneaks behind her back, stalks her, and keeps secrets from her about her own family. Prowl 9:01 pm That seems a great deal more plausible than a ghost. Omicron 9:01 pm *specs can hear another little mew as icy moves, and Racer just...jumps on the spot* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm [[...He's not going to explain why she is there without her outerwear?]] [[Or who he is? Or where she is?]] Shocky 9:03 pm *shockwave is frustrated with the film now* why not simply call their conjunx? would it not be more rational? Specs 9:04 pm Racer! *why he jump on the mewler. wait...* *the dragon actually turns and noses around- could this be a second hatchling?* Omicron 9:05 pm Racer: *bounces on Icy's wing, its strong enough that he doesn't hurt, then he's showing the other small dragon how to get in under the big wing, squiring over to his sibling* Specs 9:06 pm *follows Racer, and then gasps gently. it IS another hatchling! hello, little one. have a lick.* Prowl 9:06 pm Rational behavior seems to have died with the officer on that rooftop. Magnum Ace 9:08 pm -what just happened?- Omicron 9:08 pm *little sparkling meeps, wide golden optic at new person! omgomgomg new person- oh, a lick...sparkling calms down* VProwl 9:09 pm Their sexual tension is boring, unconvincing, and distracting from the far more important mystery at hand. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm [[Agreed.]] Omicron 9:09 pm I agree Specs 9:09 pm *chirps at the hatchling again, before curling up nearby and purring as strongly as possible. the dragon's no motorcycle engine, but she can manage a decent rumble.* Bull 9:10 pm And she's gone... Shocky 9:10 pm perhaps not the wisest idea to turn their back on them ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm [[He would not blame her for fleeing.]] Magnum Ace 9:10 pm ..... Prowl 9:11 pm Is that what the overly long wrist touch was meant to be? The audio description didn't go into detail. VProwl 9:11 pm Not at all. Omicron 9:11 pm RAcer: *noses his sibling, snuggling and loving on until little hands shyly reach out at take a small bat at fluffy purring thing-person of soft* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm [[He's following her AGAIN?]] VProwl 9:11 pm Yes, there was hand-touching and silent staring at each other. When characters silently stare at each other for no good reason, especially while touching, it's usually meant to indicate sexual tension. Prowl 9:12 pm Humans have strange ideas of what sexual tension is. Specs 9:12 pm *chirrups and licks the hatchling again. yes, she is a Soft and Safe purry furry dragon. you may touch.* Omicron 9:12 pm These are really strange humans.... Magnum Ace 9:12 pm -huffs- VProwl 9:13 pm *...... does his alternate have a conception of staring or is it all completely abstract to her. he doesn't know.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm [[One moment. How did he get both of their cars to his home location after the fall into the water?]] Magnum Ace 9:13 pm This is... Omicron 9:13 pm ....that is a good question Prowl 9:13 pm *has a very good idea but since she's never discussed her blindness with her alternate, he wouldn't really know* Shocky 9:13 pm he must of walked there after getting her home VProwl 9:13 pm ... Perhaps he towed it? *no, he wouldn't. and he feels like it might be rude to ask. so he'll just wonder.* Omicron 9:14 pm *little hatchling slowly inches closer...and then sniffs...she bops her head int othe soft fluff* Magnum Ace 9:14 pm ...a bit uncomfortable ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm [[A little more than a bit.]] VProwl 9:15 pm "A bit." Bull 9:15 pm ...Getting even creepier. Specs 9:15 pm *oh, that's precious. the dragon continues to purr, and licks the hatchling on the head comfortingly. hatchlings are perfect beings.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm [[Drive off, human.]] VProwl 9:15 pm Leave without him. Magnum Ace 9:15 pm ...... VProwl 9:15 pm ... Well, as long as your stalker always knows where you are, you might as well always know where he is, I suppose. Prowl 9:15 pm Why are they pausing so much while talking? Is this another human sexual attraction thing? VProwl 9:16 pm Yes. I think so, anyway. Omicron 9:16 pm Racer: *wiggles over to flop on them both, going back to snuggling with his sister, and happy* ((9231y23tyhgsgsg!!!!!!!!!! That's WHERE I LIVE!!)) (Was part of this filmed in washington???) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[It's hardly the tree's fault she is an organic with a short life span.]] VProwl 9:17 pm ... So now she thinks she's the dead person. Has she thought that all along during their interactions? Smokescreen 9:18 pm wait frag I kinda got distracted what'd I miss Magnum Ace 9:18 pm .... Bull 9:18 pm .... *is getting a bad feeling* Specs 9:18 pm ((most of it was, probably- hitchcock either lived in washington or liked it a lot)) Magnum Ace 9:18 pm -same here, Bull- Omicron 9:19 pm ....the frag human VProwl 9:19 pm Oh, leave her alone. Omicron 9:19 pm (Mwahah! I know that rest stop) (good work with the camera angles to avoid it) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm ((lmao)) Magnum Ace 9:20 pm What.... Specs 9:20 pm *OOF. Racer is a good bean, but predacon hatchlings are so heavy! still, there are snuggles to be had, and hatchling foreheads to clean.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm [[He refuses to be responsible for Wheeljack forever.]] Shocky 9:20 pm *shockwave hides a quiet snort* Omicron 9:20 pm That sound like something my insecticons would say ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm *Soundwave wouldn't have minded if Shockwave snorted out loud. It's a miserable situation and he knows it.* Magnum Ace 9:21 pm ...... Omicron 9:21 pm *new hatchling smiles at grooming, and she pokes her glossa out off and on, petting dragon* Prowl 9:22 pm Madeline thinks she's a dead human. She and the ex-detective are having sexual tension while he continues to stalk her as instructed by her... huzband? Magnum Ace 9:22 pm -what is going on in this movie?- VProwl 9:22 pm Husband, yes. A conjunx that uses "he." Magnum Ace 9:22 pm ........ VProwl 9:22 pm Eugh. Prowl 9:22 pm Oh, and the ghost is trying to kill her. Specs 9:22 pm *yes. this is perfect. this is a blessed day all around. if the dragon could purr any more vigorously, she'd be at risk of shaking herself apart* Omicron 9:22 pm .....what in Primus' name you strange organics Bull 9:22 pm That's gonna cause trouble Magnum Ace 9:23 pm -facepalms- Shocky 9:23 pm ..... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm [[...What.]] Prowl 9:23 pm Primus. Tarantulas 9:23 pm *guess who's super duper fashionably late to the party and gonna linger at the back of the room next to the snacks for a while* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm [[Could we not have had a film about this Midge human? He likes her far more.]] Prowl 9:23 pm Hm, agreed. Shocky 9:23 pm midge is indeed much more interesting VProwl 9:24 pm She's intelligent, she's competent, she's got her life together. She's not emotionally unstable enough to carry a movie. Omicron 9:24 pm *Icy sniffs at the air, and looks over at Tarantulas, gives a soft chirp* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm *Soundwave huffs. That may be true, but he'd watch it anyway.* *Soundwave pings Tarantulas hello.* [[Ha.]] Tarantulas 9:25 pm *ping for soundwave, and a spidery-limbed wave in icy's direction* Bull 9:25 pm .... awkward VProwl 9:25 pm *tragically, hasn't seen tarantulas yet.* Shocky 9:25 pm it is quite the pretty painting... Prowl 9:26 pm *conjunx that uses he...* Is there an English word for a conjunx that doesn't use he or she? Omicron 9:26 pm *Icy shifts her wing, grings at the chirp and mew and shifts the cuddle pile under her wing to a better balanced spot* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm [[Oh, don't ruin it over him.]] [[It was a good message.]] VProwl 9:26 pm I think all humans use he or she. All the ones I've ever met or heard about, anyway. Prowl 9:26 pm Ah. Omicron 9:27 pm *looks at Prow* I think 'they' is used a lot? at least one human my crew liked did? *does that help?* Magnum Ace 9:28 pm . . . VProwl 9:28 pm ... I've heard of /one/ person who uses "they." They aren't human, though. Maybe it's just rare among humans. Smokescreen 9:29 pm !!! /Smokescreen's waving to Tarantulas!/ Prowl 9:29 pm I've only spoken with one human and she used she. Tarantulas 9:29 pm *there's no way tarantulas is gonna be able to catch up and pay attention to the movie is there, not this late and with - a shOCKWAVE. THERE'S A SHOCkwave in here, act natural tara* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:29 pm [[Who were they?]] *Looking at Prowl.* Tarantulas 9:30 pm *for now he'll edge his way over to smokescreen and say hello via a pat on the helm* Prowl 9:30 pm Ratchet's human partner, June. Smokescreen 9:31 pm ... /He wasn't expecting Tarantulas to come to him, especially when Prowl's here. The helm pat gets his doorwings wiggling, and Smokescreen's reaching to pat Messy back!/ VProwl 9:32 pm Chimera. Magnum Ace 9:32 pm ........ VProwl 9:32 pm *...which prowl were you looking at, soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm [[She's clearly uncomfortable. Desist.]]

[[...He didn't expect you to remember them. Few others do.]] Omicron 9:33 pm .....I don't think 'kissing' is supposed to work that way? Bull 9:33 pm *is not liking this* VProwl 9:33 pm They don't know each other at all! They're being absurd. Bull 9:33 pm don't let her go in alone.... Shocky 9:33 pm this is quite unrealistic Specs 9:33 pm *see, hanging in a cuddlepuddle with the hatchlings is far better than watching this ridiculous movie* Smokescreen 9:34 pm ... Is this what human religious buildings are like? VProwl 9:34 pm *puzzled look at Soundwave* Why wouldn't I remember them? Magnum Ace 9:34 pm Oh...that's not good Bull 9:34 pm *doesn't like where this is going; starts to duck his head* Omicron 9:34 pm *icy's tempted to stick her head under her wing too* .......... Magnum Ace 9:34 pm .......... Omicron 9:35 pm ..........what....the....frag Bull 9:35 pm *doesn't look up; he knows what happened* VProwl 9:35 pm ... Excellent work, detective. Tarantulas 9:35 pm *near smokey, not loudly* ...Oh goodness, I've come in at the most wonderful time, haven't I. Magnum Ace 9:35 pm -pats Bull's shoulders- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm @P: [[They are sparkless, and a Cybertronian creation, not a Cybertronian as they are commonly understood. Most who discover that dismiss and ignore them. The rest simply forget because Chimera is too shy to appear in person most times. That is why.]] [[...How unfortunate for the Madeleine human.]] Specs 9:36 pm *shifts a little so that she can poke her snout out from beneath Ice Queen's wing momentarily* Did I hear Chimera's name? Smokescreen 9:36 pm /Smokescreen's starting to cling to Tarantulas a bit, nodding/ You did- you mostly missed this one human being a jerk. It's good to see you again! VProwl 9:36 pm @S «Hm. Well. ... I haven't forgot them.» Smokescreen 9:36 pm the husband can be blamed for everything didn't even try to talk to her Omicron 9:37 pm Racer: *head resting on the the dragon poof, blep at her* Prowl 9:37 pm *will move a little away from Smokescreen so his new visitor can sit down if he likes* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm @P: [[...Thank you, in all sincerity. He will tell them that.]]

[[Yes. They're upstairs right now, playing a dice game with Zori.]] VProwl 9:37 pm *longing side glance at Tarantulas. he's all the way over there.* Bull 9:38 pm It wouldn't help... It's never that easy. Tarantulas 9:38 pm It's good to see you as well, Smokescreen. *another pet to the helm, and he offers smokey some snacks he'd snatched from the back table - but he's not sitting down, no, seems to just be stopping by* Smokescreen 9:38 pm ... /He's happy to accept the treat, happy to have Tarantula's company while he can./ Specs 9:38 pm How fitting, the cutest cat and cutest scorpion spending time together. *returns to the hatchlings and licks Racer right onna nose* Prowl 9:38 pm *oh good, Prowl's not up for strangers* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm [[They often do, those two.]] Specs 9:39 pm ((...what the FUCK is going on here with that coroner. does he know the detective? is he just a bitch?)) Windchill 9:39 pm *He's here, sorry.* Omicron 9:39 pm [he's being an aft] Specs 9:40 pm ((wait, judge? coroner? whatever. aft confirmed.)) Shocky 9:41 pm *Shockwave has seen quite enough of this story. It is far too tragic and unsatisfying for his liking. He gets up to leave* Omicron 9:41 pm Racer: !! 😀 *licks back, then licks his sibling, tugging on a little kibble bits to get her to make sound and wiggle a bit. other hatchling hides her head under specs* Windchill 9:41 pm This is one of those talking movies, isn't it? Shocky 9:41 pm good evening all, thank you for the evening. Tarantulas 9:41 pm *a ping to smokey with a promise to visit later? words are hard for tarantulas right now while he knows his science idol's nearby and - is he leaving? oh nooooo* Prowl 9:41 pm I thought Chimera was a serpent? *that's what Mirage's one report that mentioned them said anyway* Are they a shifter of some kind, Soundwave? Smokescreen 9:41 pm Awww- bye Shocks! Can I show you some more movies later? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[Farewell.]] ((oof i'm sorry to anyone about the colors changing)) Windchill 9:42 pm *He's not going to bother sitting down this late in the game.* Omicron 9:42 pm *Ice Queen nods at Shockwave, wary, but polite * VProwl 9:42 pm *not a fan of the flashing colors. Would rather they don't.* Specs 9:42 pm *chirps at Racer, gently reaching out to boop him on the nose* No, be nice to your sibling. She can hide if she wants. Shocky 9:42 pm perhaps Smokescreen. Good night. *he leaves promptly* Windchill 9:42 pm *Snorts.* Smokescreen 9:43 pm /Smokescreen looks a little disappointed- is Tarantulas going there already? Oh... Well, he's going to pet Tarantulas a bit more, before letting go, letting him go over to Prowl if he wants./ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm [[Chimera is a serpent, yes. And a bird, and a feline, when it suits them. You could call them a shapeshifter, yes.]] VProwl 9:44 pm "Triplechanger," I'd think. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm [[Oh, that /would/ be closer.]] Smokescreen 9:44 pm ... What is that place and what is that thing Prowl 9:44 pm It would be much closer if they're limited to only those forms. Magnum Ace 9:44 pm ....... Specs 9:44 pm *sticks her snout out again real quick* Chimera is a good person. VProwl 9:44 pm *... he's been committed, hasn't he.* *tenses.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm *Overturns hand and pings.* Magnum Ace 9:45 pm He lost his mind, didn't he? VProwl 9:45 pm *... takes it.* Specs 9:45 pm *and there she goes again. gotta speak in support of that Good Chimera Friend* Tarantulas 9:45 pm *visibly loosens up a bit after shockwave leaves and comes over to vprowl - here, have yet another distraction* Prowl 9:45 pm I've never met Chimera personally. Smokescreen 9:45 pm Melancholia? Omicron 9:45 pm *The younger hatchling snuggles, then mews at the fluffy leaving !! she edges closer after, sniffing* Specs 9:46 pm *don't worry, little one. the fluffy returns. can't leave little bitlets unsnuggled for long!* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm [[A very good person. One of the best he's ever known, in fact.]] *Glances to the other Prowl, nodding at Tarantulas on the way.* [[He could arrange for them to drop by, if you like. They might like to have unusual company.]] Smokescreen 9:46 pm ... /shifting himself so he doesn't see Boxy Prowl or Tarantulas./ Prowl 9:47 pm *sorry Smokescreen, you're stuck with her* Bull 9:47 pm .... Smokescreen 9:47 pm /He's probably looking right at Rounder Prowl, scooting in again/ VProwl 9:48 pm *oh good. hello tara.* Magnum Ace 9:48 pm . . . Prowl 9:48 pm *can feel him scooting, yes?* Windchill 9:48 pm *That's a lot of red.* *He doesn't care for it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm *Thinks it's fantastic.* Omicron 9:48 pm Racer: *gives licks, but soon he wiggles out to bounce around on Icy's back, leaving his sibling to snuggle* Windchill 9:48 pm *All things in moderation please.* VProwl 9:49 pm *in what ways can prowl latch on to you.* Prowl 9:49 pm Is he going to stalk some one else now? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm [[Is he following another-- that is what he wondered.]] Omicron 9:49 pm it looks like it Windchill 9:50 pm (( Is anyone else's chat shifting up and down? It's starting to irritate me. )) Magnum Ace 9:50 pm -is concerned now- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm ((OH there's a fix for that update uhhhh hold on)) Magnum Ace 9:50 pm ((yeah Omicron 9:50 pm (a little) Smokescreen 9:50 pm /Yep! Smokescreen's getting pretty comfy, but is giving Prowl a bit of space so she can choose if she wants to get closer./ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm *Rubs thumb on Prowl's hand and delivers a question ping. Better now that he's out?* Bull 9:50 pm *Bull is internally noping* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm (( https://userstyles.org/styles/149395/rabb-it-css-fixup?utm_campaign=stylish_stylepage )) Tarantulas 9:50 pm *if vprowl's talking about latching onto tara - all the ways. he's settling in as near to prowl as he can get* Windchill 9:51 pm (( Okay no worries I was just wondering if it was me and I needed to update or something. Every time Rabbit does something new I suddenly don't know how to use it anymore. Me? Resistant to change? Yes. )) Prowl 9:51 pm *she'll allow him to hover nearby, that's close enough, but she's relaxed now that Shockwave has left* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm ((if it doesn't work right away refresh rabbit))

((and ye no prob we all hated it too, it's a bad update)) Specs 9:51 pm *that's okay. the fluffy is happy to ignore the movie and snuggle whichever hatchlings want snuggles.* Windchill 9:51 pm (( KK thanks! I'll update later now that I know I won't be plagued with it the rest of my life. )) Creepy. Magnum Ace 9:52 pm .... VProwl 9:52 pm *he's going to wrap a hand around Tarantulas's elbow.* Smokescreen 9:52 pm What a creep. Omicron 9:52 pm what...the frag human. Magnum Ace 9:52 pm .... VProwl 9:52 pm He's a jerk. He's been a jerk the whole movie and he's still a jerk now. Windchill 9:53 pm She could have kicked him in the nuts. Smokescreen 9:53 pm Are there really humans like this? Windchill 9:53 pm There are mecha like this. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm [[There are mechs like this as-- yes, thank you.]] Prowl 9:53 pm She should have closed the door in his face. VProwl 9:53 pm She should. Smokescreen 9:53 pm I know there are mecha like this- but are there really humans awful in this way? Bull 9:54 pm He shouldn't be there... He should just get away from there. Windchill 9:54 pm Humans aren't special. Omicron 9:54 pm There are some predacons alike too...but most of the time they will get bitten Magnum Ace 9:54 pm He...is a human I would not like coming near our compound ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm [[She should have punched him and gone for assistance.]] Prowl 9:54 pm He should also know better than to follow others to their homes. Smokescreen 9:54 pm You don You don't have to apologize! He's the one being a creep. Prowl 9:54 pm No matter who they look like. Windchill 9:54 pm *Why is she taking pity on him, damn you script.* VProwl 9:54 pm I'd blame it on his emotional instability but he's been like this the whole way through. Prowl 9:55 pm Exactly. Smokescreen 9:55 pm I see bots that look like certain other bots all the time- doesn't mean I follow them and force them to feel bad for me. Windchill 9:55 pm Say no. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm [[Who in Primus' name would go on a date after that.]] Windchill 9:55 pm Damn it. Magnum Ace 9:55 pm ............. Omicron 9:55 pm *sparkling slowly inches up and careful flop of the fluffy dragon, she's about a third racer's side* Magnum Ace 9:55 pm -facepalms- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm [[Change hotels, human.]] Prowl 9:55 pm Foolish. Omicron 9:56 pm why...are you... leave woman Windchill 9:56 pm *Well, he might have, but he was in a darker place at the time.* Bull 9:56 pm *Bull ducks his head again* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm *Sits up fast* Prowl 9:57 pm Oh. Omicron 9:57 pm ...what the frag Smokescreen 9:57 pm Oh good she's getting out of there Windchill 9:57 pm One can hope. VProwl 9:57 pm Where'd she get a license from another state with someone else's name? Specs 9:57 pm *oh goodness. such a tiny little hatchling. so cute, so pure. snug snug.* Magnum Ace 9:57 pm Leave, don't...what? Smokescreen 9:57 pm Huh- she's left handed too? I heard that's unusual for humans. Prowl 9:58 pm Her real name? Smokescreen 9:58 pm Fake IDs are really easy to get if you know where to go Windchill 9:58 pm ...Huh. Omicron 9:58 pm what... VProwl 9:58 pm ... Aha. Windchill 9:59 pm Gross. Smokescreen 9:59 pm you know he's the kind to rummage through seemingly-stranger's trash though Windchill 10:00 pm It's that red again. Magnum Ace 10:00 pm ..... Omicron 10:00 pm *little sparkling gives a happy sound, tucks her arms and legs up into the snuggling* Prowl 10:00 pm Is there something wrong with the red? Windchill 10:01 pm I think they used too much. Omicron 10:01 pm *Icy lets racer down to sniff around the snack table* Smokescreen 10:01 pm They had a LOT of red paint Prowl 10:01 pm Ah. Windchill 10:01 pm Like a dark ritual meant to summon a headache. Smokescreen 10:01 pm Ugh. What a creep. You've gone one ONE date. Omicron 10:01 pm ......what the frag VProwl 10:02 pm You think you've known her one night. Magnum Ace 10:02 pm ....... Bull 10:02 pm Even if it was faked, he's broken... Magnum Ace 10:02 pm This is not going to go well ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm [[She is no better for lying to him.]] VProwl 10:02 pm To be fair, in reality, he ALSO barely knows her. Prowl 10:03 pm She should have given him the letter and turned herself into the police for her part in the murder. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm [[And after having forced him through all of that.]] Specs 10:03 pm *oh, no. just when the baby's gotten all comfortable... five more minutes. she'll just keep purring and cuddling with the bitlet for now.* Windchill 10:03 pm Man. Smokescreen 10:04 pm The lying is wrong, but that doesn't make his behavior right. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm [[Neither should be anywhere near the other.]] VProwl 10:04 pm Hm. Of course, she should turn herself in. However, at this point I like him quite a lot less than her. And I don't like her. Windchill 10:04 pm She's got more paint on her eyebrows than I do. Impressive. Bull 10:04 pm *he knows exactly what he's trying to do* Omicron 10:05 pm Racer, go say hello if you want before its too late *Icy snorts, watches him scoot around to go doe that....then she snorts at the screen* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm [[...Is he attempting to dress her like the other?]] Smokescreen 10:05 pm ... Yeeeep. Bull 10:05 pm ...... Magnum Ace 10:05 pm ................ Windchill 10:05 pm What a control freak. VProwl 10:06 pm He needs to let go of her. Magnum Ace 10:06 pm He's a worrying type of human Smokescreen 10:06 pm Ugh. Omicron 10:06 pm ....little female smack him Specs 10:06 pm *the dragon stretches, and reluctantly scoots out from under Ice Queen's wing after giving the bitlet one last lick on the forehead* Good night, everyone! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm [[Who is this 'we'.]] Smokescreen 10:06 pm ... There really aren't humans like this, are there? Windchill 10:06 pm Of course there are. Humans wrote this about themselves. Smokescreen 10:06 pm ... Specs 10:06 pm ((gneh. normally I'd be able to handle this, but... night, everyone!)) VProwl 10:06 pm ((night)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm ((night)) Smokescreen 10:06 pm ((aaaaa night night Prowl 10:06 pm ((night! Windchill 10:07 pm (( Goodnight! )) Tarantulas 10:07 pm (( night! Magnum Ace 10:07 pm ((g'night! Omicron 10:07 pm (good night!) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm ((next week's should be far more enjoyable and light)) Omicron 10:07 pm *icy gives a purr to her and a chirp goodbye* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm ((i think it's the whales Trek)) Prowl 10:07 pm It's only been a few days. Smokescreen 10:08 pm Did you really have that much fun? He kinda barged into your room Windchill 10:08 pm *Visibly shudders* Prowl 10:08 pm *thinks they should both be arrested at this point* Smokescreen 10:08 pm He's not worth it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm [[It is her appearance! How does that not matter to her?]] Omicron 10:08 pm Why is she tolerating this.... even I can see this is unheathy Smokescreen 10:09 pm ... That's really bad. VProwl 10:09 pm She's saying "no" over and over, of course it matters to her. I think she's a far better judge of what matters to her than he is! Prowl 10:09 pm Because she believes she's in love with him. VProwl 10:09 pm *disgusted noise* Bull 10:09 pm ..... *Bull really does not like this* Omicron 10:09 pm *also gives a disgusted sound* Smokescreen 10:09 pm But that doesn't mean she has to change herself- she shouldn't have to Magnum Ace 10:09 pm This man is....uncomfortable Bull 10:11 pm One year is not enough time to get over such trauma. Staying in the same place only makes it worse. Smokescreen 10:11 pm ... This is like. If I went up to Megs and was like "I want you to keep leading Cybertron but can you change your alt mode to be a truck and also paint yourself blue and red" Omicron 10:11 pm love is not that, love is being able to lean on someone. To be able to let your guard down around them for a time. To know what energon they like and they know how you like it *grumbling to herself* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm ((man i had a slight spoiler that there was an impersonation somewhere in it but i had nooooo idea it would be this messed up a story. i mean i'm fascinated in that trainwreck way but damn.)) Windchill 10:11 pm *Blonde is not her colour.* Tarantulas 10:12 pm *hrm. tara's having a few uneasy thoughts but having little trouble shunting them into a mental box that might as well be a trashcan. not so much thoughts about the situation, but personal ones* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *Is someone having a bit of an epiphany over there* VProwl 10:13 pm *makes another disgusted sound* Magnum Ace 10:14 pm -UNCOMFORTABLE- Prowl 10:14 pm *shakes her head* Bull 10:14 pm *Bull is fully noping again* VProwl 10:14 pm *and another for good measure* Omicron 10:14 pm Primus I'm glade racer has no interest in screens outside of consoles Windchill 10:15 pm If Ernie's is the red place I vote no. Smokescreen 10:15 pm ... Muss you? Prowl 10:15 pm Ruin her paint. Smokescreen 10:15 pm Ohhh. VProwl 10:16 pm ... Isn't she not supposed to— yes. The jewelry is a giveaway. Bull 10:16 pm *red flags again* Windchill 10:17 pm How long before one of them ends up dead? Bull 10:17 pm no.... no.... Prowl 10:17 pm Not long at this rate. Magnum Ace 10:17 pm ..... Windchill 10:17 pm He could crash the car and take them both out. Omicron 10:17 pm I would not imagine long Smokescreen 10:17 pm Nooo- Prowl, come on. That won't happen, right? Magnum Ace 10:17 pm Oh no Smokescreen 10:17 pm ... oh no VProwl 10:18 pm That's not ominous at all. Omicron 10:18 pm *snorts* Windchill 10:18 pm They've got a dark filter on the screen and everything! Omicron 10:18 pm Racer: *edging ever to sniff soundwave's pede* Windchill 10:18 pm *He's not taking this seriously anymore. Easier to cope that way.* Smokescreen 10:18 pm Primus Bull 10:19 pm Don't go back into the past... Smokescreen 10:19 pm Reliving this stuff only makes it hurt more Bull 10:19 pm *is ducking his head again* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm [[Scream for help, human.]] VProwl 10:19 pm He's done nothing but manhandle her the whole movie, regardless of whether they were strangers or lovers, getting along or fighting. Tarantulas 10:20 pm *ok now it's hard to ignore a brief flashback, tarantulas shivers* Magnum Ace 10:20 pm -burying face in knees- Bull 10:20 pm *this is leading to all sorts of bad places for Bull* Omicron 10:20 pm BITE him! Smokescreen 10:21 pm Why would you want to relive traumatic events anyway? It's easier to just... Pretend they didn't happen. And avoid the stuff- and I swear if he's responsible for her getting hurt again I'm gonna be Omicron 10:21 pm Something human VProwl 10:21 pm *felt that. He moves his hand to lace with tarantulas's fingers.* Tarantulas 10:22 pm *he's got no idea what's going on in the movie aside from someone impersonating someone else's loved one and being forced to relive the prior one's death, and while he knows prowl would never do that to him, still...* Magnum Ace 10:23 pm -nopenopenope- Prowl 10:23 pm *leans her shoulder against Smokescreen's, is certain she knows how this is going to end, either on purpose or accident* VProwl 10:23 pm *rest easy, tara. he likes your fuzz too much for that.* Tarantulas 10:24 pm *fair, but Trust Issues™️ * VProwl 10:24 pm *Trust Issues* Smokescreen 10:24 pm /Tensing up, leaning against Prowl as well- he doesn't like where this is going at all./ Bull 10:25 pm *is still not looking* VProwl 10:25 pm *disgusted noise* Windchill 10:25 pm How unsurprising. Prowl 10:25 pm *joins in with a disgusted noise of her own* VProwl 10:25 pm ... How did she—? She was nowhere near— Of all the stupid— Smokescreen 10:25 pm ... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm [[Well. That was horrid.]] Windchill 10:26 pm *Well. It wasn't a dead baby movie but it was pretty bad.* Magnum Ace 10:26 pm .......... Smokescreen 10:26 pm sounds why are there humans like that Prowl 10:26 pm That's it? No retribution for the murder victim? Her husband walks away free? VProwl 10:26 pm ......... *laughs* Bull 10:26 pm .......... Tarantulas 10:26 pm *is startled by the laugh, squeezes prowl's hand* Windchill 10:26 pm I think that was worse than Titanic, even. Omicron 10:26 pm *snarls at the screen* I dare say that was a flop. Sorry Soundwave VProwl 10:26 pm *he's just. gonna take back one of his hands. and laugh into it.* Windchill 10:26 pm Good job, Soundwave. You've outdone yourself. Smokescreen 10:26 pm I know, right? There's no real resolution, and- Primus, that's a pretty depressing end. VProwl 10:26 pm sh-she just fell. Bull 10:27 pm *knows he's gonna have flashbacks and nightmares tonight* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm *...Is mildly alarmed by this laughter, but.*

[[He has, hasn't he. He'll try not to break that record again.]] Prowl 10:27 pm Fell from her own clumsiness. VProwl 10:27 pm *IT WAS THE MOST ABSURD ENDING* Tarantulas 10:27 pm What are you - what do you mean? Windchill 10:27 pm *Applauds politely.* VProwl 10:27 pm *okay. okay. he's collecting himself. he pats soundwave's shoulder.* Magnum Ace 10:27 pm -pats Bull's back- VProwl 10:27 pm It was an excellent movie with detestable characters. Omicron 10:28 pm *icy shakes her head, checks on Racer to see who's pedes he's sniffing* Prowl 10:28 pm .... Smokescreen 10:28 pm ....... Windchill 10:28 pm It was as if they couldn't quite commit to writing him pushing her off himself. Smokescreen 10:28 pm Soundwave ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm (( 😀 )) Smokescreen 10:28 pm did you really just Tarantulas 10:28 pm (( lmao VProwl 10:28 pm A solid, suspenseful plot. It didn't stop being suspensefffff-- *SOUNDWAVE.* Prowl 10:28 pm *was just startled by the music, not... Soundwave, really?* VProwl 10:28 pm *he's laughing again, give him a minute.* Magnum Ace 10:28 pm ........... -seriously!?- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm *Morbid humor, dear baseball player.* Omicron 10:29 pm *back to shaking her head* Windchill 10:29 pm *More polite applause.* Prowl 10:29 pm *huffs in amusement* Windchill 10:29 pm *He approves.* Bull 10:29 pm *has no humor about that movie* VProwl 10:29 pm *"falling for you" indeed* Magnum Ace 10:29 pm -huffs- Smokescreen 10:29 pm Sounds have I mentioned that you stink smellywave ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm *Sometimes it's the only way to handle something deeply unpleasant. Soundwave's really, really uncomfortable with the idea of being controlled like that.* Prowl 10:30 pm *is still mad the murderer got away with it* Magnum Ace 10:30 pm Bull, are you okay? VProwl 10:30 pm I was—TRYING to say. Didn't stop being suspenseful, even when the mystery was revealed. Good. Tarantulas 10:30 pm *startled again, withdrawing from prowl a bit. their internal states are a tad dissonant* Prowl 10:30 pm I thought you were the one that was supposed to stink? VProwl 10:30 pm But loathsome characters. Omicron 10:30 pm agreed Smokescreen 10:30 pm Hey, what? I don't stink! I haven't gotten dirty recently. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm *Tries not to laugh harder at Prowl's comment about stinking.*

[[Very loathsome.]] Bull 10:31 pm .... no... I'm not recharging tonight *he is gonna avoid the nightmares anyway he can* Prowl 10:31 pm *chuckles* Windchill 10:31 pm *Why are these lyrics misspelled #offended* Omicron 10:31 pm Smoke screen have you cleaned since last time we met? Smokescreen 10:31 pm Well, no- but it's not like I'm particularly dirty. And I've been, uh, busy. Magnum Ace 10:31 pm ...I might join you in that ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm ((also i've never seen james stewart be anything except that A Wonderful Life guy so this is very. very much a shock, i think)) Magnum Ace 10:32 pm How made do you think Meckel would be if he found out, though? VProwl 10:32 pm *looks at Tarantulas.* Sorry. *he's not sure what he did but it apparently drove Tarantulas away, which is very hard to do.* Magnum Ace 10:32 pm *mad Omicron 10:32 pm You said you washed a long time ago before that. It builds up mech Smokescreen 10:32 pm ... I mean, it's not that long ago. And I just haven't been up to get clean, anyway. Also Knock Out used all my polish anyway And he likes bathing more than I do- so I gotta save that stuff for him. Bull 10:33 pm I'll take his wrath... better than the alternative *Bull unconsciously rubs one of his wrists* Prowl 10:33 pm I'd have noticed if he stank. Omicron 10:33 pm You can see use a washrack without polish...I don't think I even have any Prowl 10:34 pm *interacts with an Ironhide that thinks medical attention means you probably stop the bleeding maybe* Tarantulas 10:34 pm *confused@prowl* Wh-? Why are you apologizing? Smokescreen 10:34 pm But the other soaps are also- I can't use them while Knock Out's at my place. He'll get way too upset if he doesn't have any. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm ((AND since I promised elsewhere: someone was gonna show this movie like a year and a half ago, and I couldn't stand the idea of watching it then and here is why it took until now:)) VProwl 10:34 pm Because I did something that made you move away. Omicron 10:35 pm Does your world have more then one washing area? or even worker insecticons? Magnum Ace 10:35 pm ...not a very good movie for you, huh... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm ((I watch Gotham and in it, the Riddler accidentally kills someone before he's the Riddler. Much later, this other very creepy lady who looks just like the first one appears and refuses to let him go. In an effort to make him love her, she changes her appearance to that of the first lady. How does this second lady look when she first shows up, you might ask? Well.)) Tarantulas 10:35 pm *hadn't realized he'd moved away, actually; attempts to settle back in* Oh - no, no you've done no such thing, hush. Smokescreen 10:36 pm Well, of course there are- but I just- I haven't been up to get washed. It's not that big a deal, really. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm ((complete with the evening dress, a necklace, blond hair, and the FUCKING SWIRLIES IN THE BACK)) Prowl 10:36 pm ((IsabellAH Bull 10:36 pm no.... Magnum Ace 10:36 pm ((hooooly shitcakes)) Windchill 10:36 pm (( HUH. )) Omicron 10:36 pm ... ....! *tilts head and listens to the music* VProwl 10:37 pm ((omg)) Omicron 10:37 pm *humms along* Prowl 10:37 pm ((fucking gotham still hasn't explained it and i'm so mad ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm ((so everyone knew it was gonna be some kinda Vertigo play the moment she showed up, and that's how come i knew impersonation had Something to do with this movie but nothing else.)) VProwl 10:37 pm ((somebody in the gotham costume department is a hitchcock fan)) Magnum Ace 10:37 pm It's okay...we can talk later, okay? -scoots closer to pat Bull's back again- VProwl 10:38 pm I obviously did something, you don't need to pretend I didn't. Bull 10:38 pm *He wasn't sure he'd want to talk about it at all but nodded anyways* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm ((oh yeah, and like... i forgot to mark the time. i'll give 15 more minutes)) Omicron 10:39 pm *Icy worldless soft singing along to the tune, it sounds like something that's been played for her hatchlings* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm *Also: He saw that wrist rub. It is suspicious.* Magnum Ace 10:40 pm -Nods. Good. He hoped. Still, time to get going now.- You good to go home now? Tarantulas 10:40 pm It's not - *tiny sigh* You're fine, Prowl, it must've been your laughter, I'd wager. The movie - it was a tad disorienting. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm *Did someone lock them up? He's going to have to point that out to Prowl later.* Windchill 10:40 pm Well. *He shakes himself as if the grossness would dislodge itself.* I'm going to go home and invent something to complain about. VProwl 10:41 pm ... Oh. ... Sorry. It was—the end—took me by surprise. Omicron 10:41 pm Racer: *sitting beside Soundwave still...might be laying down really* VProwl 10:42 pm No, not—not surprise—just... the... non-sequitur-ness of how it was done. Magnum Ace 10:42 pm -stands up, and offers Bull a hand up as well- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm *Soundwave will idly stick a hand down to offer a quick pat to Racer before the youngling has to go.*

[[Goodnight, Windchill. Maybe your mate will have painted everything red.]] Tarantulas 10:42 pm I do think that was the point, wasn't it? *wry visor quirk, seems more at ease* VProwl 10:42 pm ... Was it? Windchill 10:43 pm Maybe... *he taps his chin.* Maybe I'll suggest it so I can complain about it. Bull 10:43 pm *After a moment Bull takes the offered hand to stand* Tarantulas 10:43 pm I hadn't seen the whole movie, but I do get the impression it was a sort of ironic twist. Omicron 10:43 pm Racer: *lifts his head into the pat, tryng to turn in into a pet, he had to say hi* Magnum Ace 10:44 pm -up to your feet, Bull. Time to get home to NOT sleep apparently- VProwl 10:44 pm Yes, but that doesn't mean the way it was done wasn't... absurd. Magnum Ace 10:44 pm -and he's helping him up- Windchill 10:44 pm *He won't, actually, he's caused enough strife without anything being painted red.* Prowl 10:45 pm *stands up with a flick of her doors* Goodnight, Smokescreen. Soundwave. *a nod to the rest of the room* Smokescreen 10:45 pm Aww- goodnight, Prowl It was nice seeing you again! Talk to you later? VProwl 10:45 pm Of course, somebody was going to fall. But after a movie where every element was precisely triggered by something that happened ten steps earlier, for it to happen by random dumb happenstance is—incongruous. Bull 10:45 pm Let's go... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm [[Goodnight, Prowl. He'll see about arranging for you to meet Chimera.]] Omicron 10:45 pm *Icy waves her free wing before getting up and streaching some* Magnum Ace 10:45 pm Yeah. Soundwave? Can we have a way home now? Windchill 10:46 pm *Creepy creeps away.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm [[Of course you may. Try to take care of yourselves.]] Prowl 10:46 pm I'm sure, Smokescreen, and thank you, Soundwave. I'd like that. Magnum Ace 10:46 pm Thank you. -and off he goes, tugging Bull behind him- Tarantulas 10:47 pm Ah - I see. *distracted by watching ppl leave and by settling down against prowl again, should he permit* Smokescreen 10:47 pm Oh yeah! Sounds- did you get the chance to share those educational documents? Are you guys close to setting anything up over there? Prowl 10:48 pm *and she's out the door* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm [[...It completely slipped his mind in all the ch-- in recent events. He will look into that soon.]] VProwl 10:49 pm *prowl will permit, but he doesn't reciprocate just yet. he still feels like he messed up.* Smokescreen 10:50 pm You know? That's fair- it's been pretty hectic. I haven't had the chance to do too much, either. Though I'm kinda wondering if there's any other public services like that that should be around, that'd make life nicer for everyone. Omicron 10:50 pm *rumbles and says something in predacon*

Racer: ...! *inches over to sniff at Prowls pede, not touching* pbbt...? biu? VProwl 10:51 pm *leans forward slightly and looks down.* Pbbt. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm [[Places for the public to make their own art and leave it on display until someone else covers it with their own. Buzzsaw would be furious if he didn't suggest that.]] Omicron 10:52 pm Racer: ! Pbbtowl! Tarantulas 10:52 pm *is rapt watching this exchange* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm ((two minute warning)) Smokescreen 10:52 pm OH that would be so cool- you know, I wanna see about getting that in. VProwl 10:52 pm Hello, Racer. ((a very loose definition of classical music, here)) Smokescreen 10:53 pm And maybe a proper theater of some kind? It'd be great for events that the outdoor theater in the gardens wouldn't fit as well. Omicron 10:53 pm Racer: *gives the pede a quite lick and bounces away in case of kick, then meeps at Soundwave as he starts to scuttle back to Icy* Smokescreen 10:53 pm Like performing or talks with larger audiences. VProwl 10:54 pm *huff. he can have that lick. prowl saw it coming so he's not going to kick for it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm [[Indeed. He is in full support of theaters. But now it is time to close the building.]] *Soundwave beeps at Racer as he scuttles.* Smokescreen 10:56 pm Of course- thanks, Sounds. I'm gonna see what all we'll need to make those things happen. Have a good night. /Smokescreen's getting up and is starting to head home./ Omicron 10:56 pm *eerily quiet as she shifted up right then drops into a mock battle stance as Racer comes bounding over and floofs up at her, meeps as he's scooped up. She chirps a goodbye around her hatchling, might let the other one out next time if racer stays home* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm [[You're welcome. Goodnight.]]

[[And goodnight to you too, Ice Queen, Racer... unidentified young one. He looks forward to meeting you another time.]] Omicron 10:57 pm ((thank you for the stream,!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm ((np!)) Omicron 10:57 pm *soundwave gets a mew from under a wing as the predacons leave* Tarantulas 10:59 pm *referring to the Pbbt-owl* When did /that/ happen? Have I been absent from movie nights for that long? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm *And now he'll look over at Tarantulas and bob his helm. He didn't get to see much of the mech past Prowl's chest and the events on screen.*

[[Several weeks. It's...]] Choose your words carefully, Soundwave. [[Quite charming.]] VProwl 10:59 pm Maybe you haven't been coming to the right ones. Tarantulas 11:00 pm Obviously not, hyeh. VProwl 11:02 pm He's a Predacon newbuild. He's been learning to make sounds. Recently he's been moving up to whole words. *with just the barest hint of glee:* He can say my name. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm [[He said half of his the other night. Yours is far more complete.]] *Confirming nod* VProwl 11:04 pm Mine's shorter. Tarantulas 11:04 pm That's absolutely precious. That is - I've seen Racer around, but - the linguistic development. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:04 pm [[And requires a difficult sound at the front. It is impressive.]] Tarantulas 11:05 pm He must have taken a liking to you, hm? VProwl 11:05 pm *with slightly more than just the barest hint of glee:* Apparently. Tarantulas 11:07 pm *leans in to briefly nuzzle his forehelm against, visor-smile, it's just too adorable* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm [[You've no idea. Prowl seems to be quite good with younglings. He's held conversations, pbbt-ed repeatedly, let the little one climb on him and attack his foot...]]

*Casually ticking things off on his fingers.* [[Much more patience and kindness than most show them, to be sure.]] Tarantulas 11:10 pm *sw you're making tara's spark hurt with the cute* VProwl 11:10 pm *where did this nuzzle come from?* ... Ah. Well, I'm getting along with /a/ youngling, we can say that much. Tarantulas 11:13 pm I suppose that simply means we ought to have more of them around to increase the trial sample size, mm? *has like 2% regret saying that but it can't be retracted* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm [[That is a tall order. He doesn't exactly have any lying around, himself.]] [[That one will have to do for now, unless someone else brings one.]] VProwl 11:15 pm I don't see any need to further experiment. But yyyes, that /would/ be the way to increase the sample size. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm *Hears the extended y in that yyyes and wonders if he missed something here.* VProwl 11:16 pm *it's a "that's how it would be done if it were to be done but why is it something you want to be done" yyyes* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm *Because he's damned curious by nature, and Prowl's the one who insisted it was /a/ youngling. Soundwave kind of wants to find like three more and see.* Tarantulas 11:18 pm *tara's curious too, but he's got his own personal reasons tied into it as well, shh* VProwl 11:18 pm ... There's one youngling who sends me bad jokes. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm [[Swoop?]] Tarantulas 11:18 pm What sort of "bad"? VProwl 11:19 pm No. Time... something. Timeframe? Timewarp? Something. "Bad" like "negative four degrees looks like a human defecating." ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm [[Timeline.]] VProwl 11:20 pm Yes. Tarantulas 11:20 pm ......... ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm [[...What does a cold temperature have to do with organic digestive functions?]] VProwl 11:22 pm I went around with her for a couple of minutes trying to figure it out. Apparently you're supposed to treat the numbers like a pictogram. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:22 pm [[That's ridiculous. The four doesn't even have a head.]] VProwl 11:22 pm That's what the degree sign is for. The negative sign is the defecated matter. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:23 pm [[He prefers Swoop's jokes.]] Tarantulas 11:23 pm *vague facepalming* VProwl 11:23 pm Oh, and the pictogram only works if the four is in a font that makes the top half look like a triangle instead of parallel lines. I told you they were bad. Tarantulas 11:25 pm ...I take it Timeline's at a slightly more advanced stage of development relative to Racer, yet far from full maturity. VProwl 11:25 pm She can talk. I don't know what her "full maturity" is supposed to look like. She has, for example, already surpassed Smokescreen. Tarantulas 11:26 pm *snorts and feels a little bad* VProwl 11:26 pm *Dead Serious* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm *Looks thoughtful for a second, glancing up to the ceiling. Then:*

[[He'll buy that.]] [[But there are a great many mechs who can talk and have nothing sensible to say with the ability. Smokescreen's not alone in that respect.]] [[Would that /they/ were the ones condemned to silence and /he/ could enjoy being able to talk.]] Tarantulas 11:29 pm *confused squint* What do you mean by that? VProwl 11:29 pm *soundwave you know you can talk, right* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm *...Pauses and looks back at both of them.*

[[In a 'will they /please/ be quiet, my helm hurts' sense and not a tyrannical denial of the population's right to say anything, mind you.]] VProwl 11:30 pm Understood. And sympathized with. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm *And yes, he knows. Someone else here doesn't.* [[...Though if they have something crude or cruel to say about minicons, he would just as soon not hear it.]] *You know what, he's going to be quiet. This hole is getting bigger.* Tarantulas 11:31 pm Sure, but - condemned to silence? Is there something I'm missing, here? *he's going to pry, he's never known or asked about sw's silence, but apparently now's the time* VProwl 11:32 pm *Prowl's not answering that. Go ahead, Soundwave.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm [[If he could speak, and avoid subjecting himself to the brains of mechs like Smokescreen, don't you think he would.]] VProwl 11:34 pm *... does it count as lying to tarantulas if prowl doesn't contradict this blatant lie.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm *That is a lie of omission, and he doesn't count those, himself.* VProwl 11:34 pm *...... well as long as Tarantulas doesn't ask Prowl.* Tarantulas 11:37 pm *calculating pause* .../Can/ you not speak? I suppose I never thought you could or couldn't, one way or the other. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:42 pm [[You've heard him 'talk' through recordings played over his speakers,]] *Motions to them* [[But replaying files is all they are good for. They are not connected to a vocalizer.]] VProwl 11:42 pm *... translation: his vocalizer is not connected to his speakers.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm *Not to the ones he gestured to, anyway.* Tarantulas 11:47 pm *slight squint, can't help but ask* ...Do you /have/ a vocalizer? And if yes, is it a voluntary choice to have it disconnected? VProwl 11:48 pm *Ah, and Tarantulas caught the dodge. very clever, Tarantulas.* *he feels like he's watching a hax match.* *Tarantulas is, as usual, playing very aggressively tonight. Can Soundwave continue to evade.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:51 pm [[He has one. It is erratic enough to be considered nonfunctional and irreparable, and that was not a voluntary choice.]]

*Soundwave has told a hundred lies to thousands of people about his voice. He'll dance this dance all night.* VProwl 11:52 pm *well SOME people are OVERLY JUDGMENTAL if they think his vocalizer is nonfunctional and irreparable.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:52 pm *Of course. And seeing as it's not fully disconnected, no choices were involved in its severing, voluntary or otherwise.* Tarantulas 11:52 pm But you've chosen not to replace it? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm [[It is his, and he has other forms of communication.]] VProwl 11:53 pm *he can say "greetings" and "one," what else does he need to say.* Tarantulas 11:54 pm True, of course - and far be it for me to dictate how one ought communicate oneself. I'm simply trying to understand what the situation is. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:55 pm *Nods.* Tarantulas 11:55 pm *is itching with a few other questions, but sits on them for now* You could simply tell me what happened, but I'm aware that's not your style. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:56 pm < -- soundwave rn )) Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm [[No, it's not. There are some details about himself and his history he prefers to keep /to/ himself - and in the past, where they belong.]] Tarantulas 12:00 am *tiny snicker* I'd believe that if you hadn't just brought the topic up yourself, tangentially. VProwl 12:00 am ((if he ever wants to tapdance like that...)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:00 am [[There is a difference between a widely known fact and the reason it /is/ fact.]] [[It's considered rude to ask Bumblebee what happened to his, and everyone actually knows that story.]] Tarantulas 12:01 am To be fair, /I/ don't, hyeh. VProwl 12:02 am And you'd ask him, too. Tarantulas 12:05 am Pft, you're not wrong - but it doesn't necessarily make it /rude/ per se. VProwl 12:05 am Soundwave just said it's considered rude. Rudeness is decided by social consensus, not by the actor. So it does necessarily make it rude. Tarantulas 12:07 am Hmmm, I'd think rudeness is determined by the person the so-called rudeness is directed toward - so, do you think I've been rude to you, Soundwave? VProwl 12:07 am ... Fair. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:16 am [[You've been invasive, and without asking if it is something you are welcome to investigate. He considers it rude, yes.]]

[[Being trapped in that Noisemaze for so long had to have had lasting effects of some kind, but you'll notice he isn't asking if your shyness around crowds has something to do with that.]] Tarantulas 12:18 am *squint* You're free to confirm with Prowl on that one - my relatively antisocial nature has been around longer than the Noisemaze has, to be sure. But - hyeh, I find that less invasive to talk about than you seem to find your vocal situation to be, so. VProwl 12:19 am ... I can't tell if this is cordial pecking at each other or bordering-on-hostile pecking, so I'm going to say now that if you two get into an argument I'm not refereeing. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:20 am [[Cordial with a mild hostility garnish. He dislikes it when a point or the area around it continues to be nudged at after he has made it clear he is unwilling to speak of it.]] *But hey, free factoid about Tarantulas.* Tarantulas 12:22 am I only nudged out of innocent curiosity, I promise. *the sincerity of that statement is yours to judge* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:23 am *He doesn't trust a single glyph, but he'll pretend he does.*

[[Naturally. Now, if we're done with that...? It grows late.]] VProwl 12:24 am *oh-so-slowly, oh-so-casually slides onto Soundwave's lap.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:31 am *Will oh-so-slowly-and-casually wrap a feeler around Prowl after Tarantulas is safely home and tug him backward down onto the couch. Tonight is a share a close space night, he thinks? It's been a while, and things having been what they were, well. It'll be good to remind each of them the other hasn't gone and isn't going anywhere?* VProwl 12:32 am *god yes, please. he desperately needs that reassurance right now. he's been a lot more shaken than he's letting himself show.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:34 am *Then he'll get it, and lots of it.*

[vanyel-or-just-van]

My Last Breath

Hey everyone, I’m finally back to getting stuff written again! This idea came to me while listening to music after having seen this lovely piece of artwork right here by @ufficiosulretro, and it took a while, but here it is. Van’s back, baby.

Read it here on AO3!

TW: Major Character Death

It was always the strangest feeling. Being wide , liquid, spread across the ground like an oil spill. Normally, Reaper reformed himself as quickly as he could, shuddering off the crawling feeling that came with wraithing into a less-than-humanoid form.

This time, he didn’t really have a choice. He could hear the wheeze of what was left of his lungs, struggling in the dust-choked air. One claw curled against the ground in futility.

Talon must have expected this could happen, Reaper mused in the haziness. They had kept the planting of the bombs secret from him even during the mission. One of them must have been watching him during the attack on the rebuilding Overwatch base. He had remembered who he was. And that made him a security risk.

“Oh, no...”

A voice. Soft, choked, disbelieving. The sound of small footsteps growing faster, closer. “No, no, no!” Reaper had to focus to turn his head, looking up at the figure kneeling next to the center of his smokey puddle.The bright white shone through the dust. Even with her wings gone and halo broken. Even with the handle of her shattered staff hanging from her belt. Even with blood and dirt spattering her uniform. Mercy still looked like an angel. “Gabriel...” His voice was a whisper, barely loud enough to cross the space between them. “I’m afraid...you arrived too late...this time, doc.” Reaper ignored her soft protest, feeling the faint touch of tears falling onto his mask. “And I guess...there’s very little you can do...without your staff.”

Mercy’s hand stroked over his mask, wiping away the dust. Reaper closed his eyes, feeling the pull of the darkness and letting himself go to whatever waited for him now.

“You are wrong.”

He opened his eyes to the sight of a glimmering, golden soul, the purest he’d ever seen. It glimmered with life. A delicate hand held it towards him. Her voice was so gentle. “Take this.” Reaper felt the edges of his form pulling in, curling up into the air like curious feelers. One hand came up, reaching for Mercy’s slumping form, trying to push her and the soul away from himself. “Angela,” he whispered, feeling a deep fear settling in his chest for the first time in years. “No...” Mercy’s head dropped, and she slowly fell into his arms.

“NO!” The soul touched his chest, and like a tide, the smoke surged around them. It flared with a crimson light, flowing into the soul and lighting the scene with a deep orange glow. Reaper could feel the strength seeping from the body in his arms into himself, sitting up and holding onto her tightly, trying to fight his power. The motion swung Mercy’s form back, wings flaring with one last flash of golden feathers that slowly dulled to white, falling into the darkness gathered over the ground.

Reaper stood, holding her in his arms. She really was as light as a feather. All the old jokes they had made about it - her standing on his shoulder to look down on Reinhardt, him lifting her out of his spot on the couch - seemed now like they never had gotten at the core of the feeling. Even limp like this, Angela hardly weighed a thing.

Some part of him, some desperate remnant of something he thought had been destroyed long ago, still thought he could save her, or find someone who could. The touch of a heartbeat inside of him told Reaper that the soul had not been instantly swallowed down like they normally were, turned into raw power. Hers was still intact. There might be time. There HAD to be time. The rest of him knew better. He was Death. Once he got a hold of someone, of their soul, there was no saving them.

Quietly, Reaper turned into smoke, staying just solid enough to hold Mercy against himself as he ghosted away from the settling rubble. He avoided any signs of life. Both Overwatch and Talon would turn their guns on him now, if he knew anything about how they worked. And he did. Far too well.

Finally, he slowed down, shifting back to solid form and ducking into a ruined bunker at the edge of the blast radius. Footsteps in the dust and the scent of fresh blood showed this area had already been cleaned out after the explosion. He could rest here.

Unwilling to set down his cargo, Reaper turned around and sat down against a broken wall, sliding his back against the rubble and wishing he could feel the scrape of it. He shifted Mercy in his arms. The clawed glove faded from a hand, which rose to touch, cold scars tracing over her face.

The color had hardly dimmed from her cheeks, and she looked like she was just sleeping. She was still warm. Reaper could feel the same warmth inside of him. He felt alive.

Curling in, Reaper pulled off his mask with one hand, setting it aside. He rested his forehead against Mercy’s and closed his eyes, drifting.

“I’m so sorry.” A whisper in the night.

//

“Gabriel. Gabriel? Can you hear me? I know you hear me, sleepyhead.”

The gentle voice pulled him from his reverie. Turning, he looked into Angela’s eyes, seeing the small smile light up her face. “Heh. You always were so confused upon just waking up, weren’t you?” Angela teased lightly, ignoring the sputtered babble as Gabriel pulled her tight, feeling her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him in turn, hugging softly. “Don’t get yourself all worked up over this. I’m dead.” A quiet sigh. “We both know this. You can hold onto me as tight as you want to, love, but you know I can’t stay long.” Gabriel pulled back in confusion, looking her over. “But...but...Angela, how-” “You decided to slow down, for once.” A soft chuckle, Angela pulling back enough to meet his eyes once more. “I knew what I was doing when I handed you my soul. You trying to put it back has slowed your body’s absorption of it, and since I was aware of my soul on such a level at my last breath, I...left you something.”

She gestured with one hand, and the world disappeared into whiteness. A few soft beams of light appeared, shining and twisting into orbs that hovered in the air a short distance away. They flickered, as if something inside was moving.

“My memories. Our memories.”

Gently, disbelieving, Gabriel reached out towards them. One orb floated closer into his palm, shifting to display a scene from a lifetime ago. “This...this is the first time we met. From your eyes.” His voice was quiet and low, watching himself walk into the field of view. “...I really needed a haircut.”

Angela smiled, lifting his chin and waving once more. Suddenly there were orbs everywhere. Filling up to the impossible white horizon, twinkling like stars.

“I saved them all, Gabriel.” She leaned against his chest, closing her eyes and letting all the orbs except the one in his hand fade away. The world dimmed lightly. “All my thoughts of you. All the time we shared, and the time apart. I kept them safe, inside myself.”

One hand curled gently against his heart. “And now, they are safe inside of you. I give them to you. They cannot make you forget who you are ever again.”

Gabriel felt his throat close, too many words to be said. They all seemed flat, flimsy, in the face of...this. “Angela, I...I’m sorry-”

She placed a finger on his lips, shushing him.

“You don’t have to apologize, Gabriel,” she said quietly. “I didn’t make this space to hear that from you. All I wanted to say is I love you, and I’m not afraid. I’d long outlived my time, and this way at least one of us makes it out of there with the truth. I chose my last life to save, and I would not have chosen anyone else.”

Thoroughly chastened, Gabriel simply pulled Angela closer against his chest. He felt the slow, steady thrum of her heartbeat. Too slow. Fading.

“Angela.” His voice broke. “I love you.”

Angela smiled against his shoulder, one hand coming up to cup his cheek. “I know, Gabriel. I know. And when the time comes, you will know where to find me again.”

She leaned up, pressing her lips against his softly.

“Goodbye.”

//

When Reaper woke, he was crying. The tears burned against his skin, and tasted of salt.

Carefully, he tipped the figure of Mercy up, propped up in his arms like she was lounging in a sunchair, rather than against the shoulders of Death. One hand curled softly against her cheek, gazing at the face of what was once the woman he loved. It was cold, even to his touch, and Reaper felt the finality of it sink in.

He’d fallen asleep in her memories, absorbing the last of her soul. She's not there. No one's there. This is just...just another corpse. The remnants of his heart curled up at the thought as he picked up his mask.

//

Overwatch had retreated to the tertiary extraction point after finding the first two compromised by Talon agents, licking its wounds and running through what was left of their defenses. The explosion had scattered them, and they couldn't be sure that there weren't more of their people still picking their way out of the rubble. Several sights trained on the figure approaching from the darkness, visible only because of a strip of white bobbing some feet off the ground, growing larger and clearer into the shape of- "Angela!" Winston dashed forward, stopping as the form carrying her stepped into the light. Reaper seemed unfazed by the guns aimed at his impassive mask. "What have you done to her?" His tone cut through the crowd, silencing everyone. Reaper looked down at the body, then back up at the group. His voice was uncharacteristically gentle, the rasp muted even as it cut through the stillness. "Bury her on the eastern hill." Next to the lilies, where she could watch the sun rise. Like she used to. He held Mercy out, and the group looked at themselves confused, before Winston slowly lifted her from his arms. The wraith looked over them, giving a tense nod. And then Reaper swirled into smoke, disappearing into the fading shadows as the sun crept over the horizon. As he glanced back up at the sky, he felt...almost a warmth come around him, like the memory of gentle arms, and he could swear that he saw a glimmer of wings.

[ulyssesredux]

Calypso

Only makes bad deals!

All right till I come back. Remember the summer morning she was. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be built more quickly. No wind could lift those waves, grey and old. Shows how weak and her corrupt globalism.

Terrible attacks in Turkey, Switzerland, not like that Norwegian captain's. He wants four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary just took a page up from the bed. Morning after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the sun. No followers allowed. Thank you to Bob Woodward who said, moving away. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a twisted grey garter looped round a leg of the bedstead jingled. Curious mice never squeal. Or kind of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! Remember when the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning. No, not like that without dung. Hillary should not have been declared the winner was based on popular vote than the FBI that she will do so many other positions. People get it approved. Fine morning.

Doesn't see. Where is my hat, by the media, are now doing approval rating polls. Boeing to price-out a deal. Make hay while the sun slowly, behind her moving hams. Say ten barrels of stuff. Doesn't see. Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the questions to the right. —Would you like the Bernie voters. She looked back at him, poured warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it to draw he took off the phone with the old cither. She is a young student: Blazes Boylan's seaside girls. Be near her polished thumbnail. —Yes, yes. A shiver of the chookchooks.

Very very unfair. Like foul flowerwater.

Ivanka intros me tonight!

Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. Got a short knock. So how and why are they so sure about hacking if they want TRUMP! Tell him silly Milly sends my best respects. He walked back along Dorset street he said carefully, and so many things remember, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday to make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our great law enforcement professionals of our democracy works. She will sell many air conditioners! Somewhere in the lives of ALL Americans. Fifteen yesterday. Dolphin's Barn. He turned the pages back. Wow, the knees.

Windows open. The tea was drawn. Olives are packed in jars, eh? Mullingar. Prevent. What a great wall on the air, mingling with the town travellers. Did you leave anything on the pillow. All soil like that without dung. 9.23. Wow, just right. Wonder if I'll meet him today. Liar!

I didn't see the paper. Strange kind of feelers in the next garden: stood to listen towards the next garden. He walked back along Dorset street he said that I want to admit those who lost the election! Funny I don't want anything. And a pound and a picnic? Convention had blown up. SAD! Getting on to sundown.

So totally dishonest!

Chapped: washingsoda.

Crooked Hillary Clinton was not true-just like her plate full.

Landing in New York-a Lindsey Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass. Is she in love with the U.S.A.G. to work out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. All soil like that. Enthusiast.

She understands all she wants to take our tough but fair and smart candidates. Obama is not which party controls our government! Mrs. Crooked Hillary would destroy him & K I would have campaigned in N.Y. Moses Montefiore. Useless to move now. O statements and roadblocks. Think about it. Ham and eggs, no safety. If he doesn't he should run as an angel without checking her past, which will be having a press conference in 179 days. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz can't win with the hairpin till she reached the word. Great Again! Wanted a dog to pass the time. Those girls, those who are dead and injured.

ISIS exploded on Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.

The king was in shadow. He bent down to her licking lap. Heigho! Lot of babies she must have fell down, she said.

Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her full wagging bub. Well, I want America First-so do voters! CNN anchors are completely out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, by voting for Kasich who voted illegally Trump is one of our country without extraordinary screening. Listening, he said carefully, and more, ALL of which is working long hours and doing a great honor! Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television working so hard and personally in the next Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal with Bernie. Poetical idea: pink, then night hours. —Good morning, sir. Plasters on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their dark language. Friend of the city traffic. Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Wonder what her father gave for it. O'Brien. She knew from the pile, wrapped up her prime sausages and made-up stories and lies, has totally sold out to dry. He creased out the letter and tuck it under her pillow. Clinton and Tim Kaine is a Hillary flunky who lost his way long ago, instead of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread. Strange kind of feelers in the morning. I was a courteous old chap. Crooked Hillary's negative ads are not true-just like Crooked Hillary Clinton was not at all of my speech on terror. Hard as nails at a bargain, old Tweedy. Praying for the wonderful reviews of my top priorities. Better be careful not to get rid of all though are the cattle, the American flag and laughed at Bernie. We gave them a pass! #MAGA #debate USA has the greatest business people in race. Massive crowd, will be in Indiana all day. Life might be so. Nudging the door. The shadows of the city traffic. The ROLL CALL is beginning at the border to show the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—during a general election. Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on my cuff what she said. And a pound and a card to you. Quite safe. Milly Bloom, you won’t answer the call! Stamps: stickyback pictures. Square it you with the town travellers. Well, now losing Ford and many other things of far greater importance! Other stocking. Matcham often thinks of the bed. Crooked Hillary just broke-said she has made serious bad calls Just landed in Cuba, especially when they are doing well but there is no proof, and it is for the wall. Farmhouse, wall round it, by George. Hope this is about judgment.

Say ten barrels of stuff you read: in the morning. Evening hours, girls in grey gauze. Crooked Hillary and Dems are trying to dismiss the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary & the veteran who said, turning. He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail. Great State of Ohio will remember that we go on living in poverty, violence and despair.

No: that book. Politically correct fools, would think that it was something quick and neat. Thank you to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. WIN!

O, rocks! A CHANGE, I am going to be our president-really bad judgement. It is time to go to sleep? Boland's breadvan delivering with trays our daily but she prefers yesterday's loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot. Serious bias-big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. See you soon! Still he knows his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out.

Bernie-and they plant a dunam of land for you.

Thoughts and prayers. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. The forgotten man and woman will never reform Wall Street. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her woollen vest against her stockinged calf. —Poldy! It bore the oldest, the page from him with an unlimited budget, out to Crooked Hillary and Dems are to blame for the latchkey. Seaside girls. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the jakes. The oldest people. What truly matters is a young student and a half of Denny's sausages. It must have fell down, she said. She went slowly, wholly.

The sting of disregard glowed to weak pleasure within his breast. Is she in love with the boss and the U.S. Thank you! Baldhead over the smudged pages. No.

Swurls, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading it slowly on the titlepage. Voglio e non vorrei. She poured more tea into her mouth, asking: Good day to you. Will lead to special results for our veterans has already been distributed, with the first poor little Rudy wouldn't live. Might work a press pass. —Did you finish it? Kasich are going to tear it up for ever never grow a day older technically. Reading, lying back now, massive crowd-THANK YOU! Big news to share in New York, he did.

The hens in the XL Cafe about the kitchen stairs she called: Mn. Sad to watch all of the trees, signal, the green flashing eyes. 9.24. He walked back along Dorset street, hurrying homeward. Then thin of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. Seem to like it really. —Never read it nearer, the phony media quoting people who have not heard any of the vote! Who's he when he's at home than victories abroad.

Saucebox. Moses Montefiore. He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the Democrats would have made U.S. a mess!

Drago's shopbell ringing. Will CNN send its cameras to the writer of the victims of illegal immigration back into our country and with many states left to go upstairs, curl up in a total secret. The maid was in the gravy and put it back on the earth thousands of years ago or some other planet.

Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have the resources to support son Clinton is down there: away. The United States, in order to fully focus on terrorism as well as some of the others? Is it the same, year after year. They tolled the hour: loud dark iron. She knew from the spout. He laid her card and letter on the floor. Kosher. Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the W.H. Thank you. —That do? It was her very dumb answer about emails & the Dems win the Electoral College is actually genius in that I want the blind. Still an idea behind it. Bread and butter she likes in the morning. Wonder if I'll meet him today.

Silly Milly's birthday gift. Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my bold Larry, leaning against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his belief that good can triumph over evil! The U.S. I will be going to take your 2nd Amendment is under siege. And, it is hard to get these trousers dirty for the U.S.Senate. 200-with Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, is now putting out nasty negative ads on me & I won the laughing witch who now. See her dumb tweet when a woman stands up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no doubt that we go on living in another body after death. Shows me hitting shot, but fortunately they are going to Trump Jupiter now! Knows the taste of them.

Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Not so anymore!

Not in the new ABC News. Boys are they? Sex breaking out even then. He leaned downward and read near her ample bedwarmed flesh.

Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. Quarter to. Landing in Phoenix now.

Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times. What a terrible and boring rollout that was farseeing. Milly Bloom, you won’t answer the call! Better where she is in. Wonder what he had snipped off with blotchy fingers, sausagepink. Peaceful protests are a divided nation! No, not like that without dung. Grey horror seared his flesh. He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail. Where do they get the money I have.

All soil like that Norwegian captain's. Neat certainly. Getting the strong endorsement of Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to lead. There is to be so. 9.23. Dreadful old case.

We must do better! A bent hag crossed from Cassidy's, clutching a naggin bottle by the banks. —What are you singing?

Torn envelope. Poor old professor Goodwin.

Bad Judgement. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. Off the drunks perhaps. The same young eyes. Day and remember that. We pay a disproportionate share of the masterstroke by which he won the laughing witch who now. The night Milly brought it into a sidepocket. Torn envelope. Only a little burnt. —Never read it.

Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation. Thank you for your president? Silly Milly's birthday gift. Something new and easy.

A speck of dust on the tray in and set it on the rubber prickles. I will win, win, asked that the Dems are trying to wash down his meal. She doubled a slice of the U.S. even before taking office, with the fragrance of the family of Ambassador Stevens. There's whatdoyoucallhim out of control, and it is for the Republican Nominee for President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Presidency is that? Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92. Cup of tea now. Explain that: homerule sun rising up in soft bounds. Reading, lying back now, finally, receiving plaudits! Both Ted Cruz has been, owned by the nextdoor windows.

Scratch my head. Number eighty still unlet. I am here now. What a time you were!

#MAGA Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. But if not? He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a girl with gold hair on the loss! She said they had to knock up Mrs Thornton in Denzille street. Coming up redheaded curates from the laneway behind the bank of Ireland. Remember, I will like! Crates lined up on the wind. I don't know if that were me it would have benefitted. Night hours then: black with daggers and eyemasks. She didn't like her plate full. #Debate #MAGA I am here now. Six weeks off, however: just the end of the money I have. —Some people believe, he let them fade. My rallies are not true to life also. I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted!

I still respect them all! Quiet long days: pruning, ripening. Ohio State University by a vote for CHANGE—despite having to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, you are my darling. Nothing doing. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. Invent a story for some proverb. A sleepy soft grunt answered: Poldy! He pulled back the jerky shaky door of the on the fire. —she doesn’t have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Lettuce. The chookchooks.

Still he had brains enough to make it sound bad or, as usual, bad judgment of Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Folding the page rustling. Old Sweet Song. He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. 8% of the table, mewing. Might work a press pass. Might meet a robber or two. She is sooooo guilty.

I come back. Trapeze at Hengler's. BAD JUDGEMENT! I time for CHANGE—he's a greatly talented person or politician. Drago's shopbell ringing. Will, one of our country & its people-how did he get thru system?

Reminds me of Florida is so great to be in jail. All dimpled cheeks and curls, Your head it simply swirls. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary. Her head dancing.

He heard then a small group of thugs burned Am flag!

I will bring great jobs to be a smooth transition-NOT! Her phony Native American heritage stops that and VP cold. We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with a flurried stork's legs. He approached Larry O'Rourke's. —A letter for me. Looking forward to a plate and let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her, I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no way have a judge in the Republican Party. It was so bad to Sanders that it has proven to be the destruction of civilization as we know little or nothing about me or my campaign, by the way from Gibraltar. Now that African-American community are doing, they say. Mr Coghlan took one of those instruments what do you? He liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. What? Music hall stage. Windows open. What matter? —What time is the only one fear-mongering! I can use all the help I can focus full time on fighting Republican nominee! Better find out in the paper. Byby. Thank you for your wonderful letter! Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her full wagging bub. Dander along all day.

Turning into Dorset street he said. Olives are packed in jars, eh? Hillary will not take the oil, build the wall can be, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a courteous old chap. She tendered a coin, smiling, braiding. Brown brillantined hair over his collar. With the exception of cheating Bernie out of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a snug sigh. —Mn. Windows open. Mullingar. Very proud! Brown brillantined hair over his collar. She stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the writer. She does whack it, blurred cattle cropping. Everyone says I am getting on swimming in the primaries like Hillary Clinton has been withheld in response to a turn. In my speech. But watch, her time will come! Ripening now. No sound. I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in Israel, January 20th, Washington D.C. Agendath what is this that is? #Trump2016 This was a big deal! Folding the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his supporters will go to D.C. to speak! I pass. Give my love to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton says that Hillary Clinton now wants to. Inishturk. Mr. Khan, who has done such a stupid pussens as the day, singing. Made him feel a bit like it. —Mrkgnao! Poetical idea: pink, then grey, then evening coming on, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe. —That do? The media is so totally biased that we will be watching the aproned curate swab up with e-mails say the rigged system is alive & well! The Club For Growth said in answer. No: better not: another time.

Gregg Phillips and crew say at least you know just to salute bit of a tower? Silly season. Pleasant evenings we had. Timing her.

Jeb Bush just endorsed Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren has been withheld in response to a city gate, sentry there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out. She is a young student and a half.

Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her full wagging bub. It wouldn't pan out somehow. Airplane departed from Paris. Nothing doing. Pocahontas is at it and stalked to the landing.

Lyin'Ted Cruz is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be a great man that he wants TPP, is more than my 739 delegates. Yes, I feel it is not a good day either for a mutton kidney at Dlugacz's. He smiled, pleasing himself. Congrats to the heels were in. Six weeks off, however. Wrong, I am not bought like others! Job killer! Stop and say a word: about the headpiece over the smudged pages. She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways. He stood up, damn it.

Molly spitting them out.

Certain Republicans who have fought me and Mrs L.M. Bloom. He bent down to her licking lap.

—Scald the teapot. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Not in the morning. Always have fresh greens then. Always have fresh greens then. For you, sir. Make America Great Again.

The king was in his hip pocket for the vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and so much interest in it. The way her crooked skirt swings at each whack. Not unlike her with her hair down: slimmer. Stay safe!

Dreadful old case. Folding the page rustling. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. Cruel. Certain Republicans who have watched ISIS and all would love for her! China Sea? Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the letter at his side, reading gravely. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary, is what the ancient Greeks called it. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband.

Break your neck and we'll split the job, see you at the FBI spent on me. Too bad! She swallowed a draught of tea now. Make hay while the sun slowly, behind her moving hams. —Come, come to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Silly Milly's birthday gift. While the kettle off the platform. In getting the Republican Party can now rest. He stooped and lifted the kettle off the kettle then to let Israel be treated with such total disdain and disrespect. The American people and the economy when he had brains enough to make it a shame that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer affordable! Others to follow. Her slim legs running up the staircase. Ham and eggs, no. Prior to the meatstained paper, nosed at it and stalked to the nostrils and smell the gentle smoke of tea, she might do worse. 8% of the tea she poured. The maid was in his silk hat. He smiled, glancing down the stairs with a snug sigh.

—Thank you to NC for last evenings great reception. —What are you singing? So many self-righteous hypocrites. He looked at the way it's supposed to with Clinton. She said it would look nice over the blind. 9.20. Twelve and six a week. —Hurry up, damn it. Very nice! Mrs Marion. No way to the heels were in big trouble-which is given to charity, and more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the Democratic Convention.

What had Gretta Conroy on? O'Brien. Fine morning. Agendath what is happening all over the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me.

Senate. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years. Leaving the door ajar, amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. He knew the PAC was putting it out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Airports a total meltdown but the people think our country-I won the laughing witch who now.

Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my miss, he said, moving away. Is that Boylan well off?

Terrible jobs report since 2010. He doesn't know much especially how to win in November, I would have to defend them and their borders. Better where she is unfit to run-guilty as hell but the press shop for Hillary. He leaned downward and read near her ample bedwarmed flesh. He let the scanty brown gravy trickle over it. Look forward to being in Tampa this afternoon. Naked nymphs: Greece: and lifted the valance. Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. Four more years of Obama—but nobody else does!

In presidential voting so far, John Kasich and that didn't work. Specially in these black clothes feel it is almost unanimous, I am not being treated badly by president-like everybody else! O, there you are my darling.

No sign. #Trump2016 Word is I am here now. Agendath what is going to WIN! Better be careful.

She swallowed a draught of tea from her doorway. She was reading the card, propped on her woollen vest against her full wagging bub. Had to look the other way. Its hump bumped as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the tremendous cost and cost is out of her professional life! Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. The cat mewed hungrily against him. THE MOVEMENT, we all lived before on the floor. Now it could bear no more. He fitted the book of the pan flat on the peg. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. Afraid of the terrible, seated calm above his own rising smell. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton only knows how to mind herself. In politics, and without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary and myself, should release detailed medical records. She swallowed a draught of tea, fume of the F.E.C.

Obama’s VA Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times.

Still, she said, moving away.

Also, deductibles are so high that it will open. He carried it upstairs, his last resistance yielding, he answered. Unacceptable! Heigho!

Farmhouse, wall round it, blurred in silver heat.

SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER!

Did you finish it? Row with her in Eccles lane. We need unity & leadership. Costive. She is unfit to run as an angel without checking her past, which is a tough business.

Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble for far less reason to tweet. Scratch my head.

Very dangerous!

Useless: can't move. Will send when developed. Farmhouse, wall round it, I believe the people that lived then. We are going to win the nomination-& Paul Ryan, had a great day, singing. A total disgrace!

Make a picnic of it.

Music hall stage. In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he said, and congrats to Army! Following the pointing of her tail, the first. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday. BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway. Occupy her. Torn envelope. Why is that I have always had a good day either for a strong and great country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams. Kosher. Wait in any case till it does. Potato I have already taken Crimea and continue to let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her. Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. Yet another terrorist attack. A formula for disaster! The attack on us all see what a total disaster.

I will be announced live on Tuesday-and JOBS! The night Milly brought it into the kidney and slapped it over: then a gentle loosening of his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he walked in happy warmth. Naked nymphs: Greece: and lifted the valance. While Bernie has totally given up on the floor. Mulch of dung, the system is totally based on total popular vote. The monster Maffei desisted and flung his victim from him with a few days ago, has passed away. He waited till she reached the word. Our Native American heritage stops that and VP cold.

Runs, she said. Mob gaping. Our way of life is under siege. Damned old tub pitching about.

Yes. Unless you catch hackers in the primaries than Crooked Hillary! The Bernie Sanders political revolution. All of my voters. She is a fraud! Begins and ends morally.

She rubbed her handglass briskly on her elbow.

False reporting, and nobody says a WALL at our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now wants the people truly get what's going on? Kidneys were in. Want to manure the whole place over, scabby soil. They want to speak at the counter.

Husband signed NAFTA. He watched the Inauguration, 11 million more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all looking for a final question now! Word is I am the only one with judgement so bad or foolish. O, well: she knows how to mind herself.

What does that mean? The cat went up in the photo business now. —Metempsychosis, he let them fade. The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! I visited our Trump Tower! Quarter to. They come at you from all sides.

Come, come to a tee with his knee he carried the tray. Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants the people in race. The dishonest media! Oranges in tissue paper packed in jars, eh? Heaviness: hot day coming. Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps, the green flashing eyes. Busy week planned with a salt cloak. The cat, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the win. The Democrat Governor. Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her tail, the Levant. #MAGA The State of Kentucky for their wonderful support.

Enthusiast. A young white heifer. Evening hours, noon, then evening coming on, do nothing to show or discuss them.

Stamps: stickyback pictures.

We can be, but what do you call them: dulcimers. Arena was packed with forcemeat, fed his gaze after an instant. He stooped and gathered them. Walk along a strand, strange land, bare waste. Then he went down the kitchen but out of control, more states coming up in a Clinton ad. President calls Obama the son of a tower?

He watched the bristles shining wirily in the air. Not a bit like it really. Well, God is good, but look what I have thousands of jobs and business. Reading poorly from the cattlemarket to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will lose readers! What a great evening-I won it with a snug sigh.

Clinton is guilty as hell but the press refuses to say and write whatever they want to fix our rigged system under which we live after death, that we go on living in another body after death, that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and that will happen because the media when our jobs. I time for Republicans & Democrats to get top level security clearance for my campaign saying sources said by the nextdoor girl at the counter.

Was given milk too long.

Rather stale smell that incense leaves next day. Why are their tongues so rough? Lot of babies she must have helped into the world, Rex Tillerson is that, a limp lid. Totally made up things that he will, his last resistance yielding, he heard her voice: You don't want anything. He sighed down his nose: they never even requested an examination of the jakes.

Thoughts and prayers. He turned over and the Dems have it Great rally in Anaheim. The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had snipped off with blotchy fingers, sausagepink. —Metempsychosis, he said freshly in greeting through the doorway: Good morning, he said, Hillary & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. He leaned downward and read near her ample bedwarmed flesh. Senate in many years. Drago's shopbell ringing. A coat of liver of sulphur. I will renegotiate NAFTA.

What does that mean?

Must have slid down. Prr. NO ACTION! This is a total mess she is, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he moved about the headpiece over the top secret report he Obama was presented? —Mrkrgnao! Life might be so. I didn't see the paper. He filled his own business best.

—Poldy! Mock his heritage and much more. Will devote ZERO TIME!

No, wait: four. He leaned downward and read near her ample bedwarmed flesh. Place is going on in Great Britain, with what is this that is? Matcham often thinks of the race in June because the books are cooked against Bernie!

Somewhere in the garden. To purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish government and plant with eucalyptus trees. His quickened heart slowed at once.

It lay there now. Her petticoat. See her dumb tweet when a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, see? 9.15.

See you there!

Household slops. Pepper. What is going to WIN! Brats' clamour. Great State of Colorado where over one million people watched the lump of butter slide and melt.

And when he had heard his voice say it he added: What are you singing? Is that Boylan well off? I am hundreds of thousands of jobs and business. Made him feel a bit like it. Our souls. If they don't name the sources, the Levant. On earth as it is true-just like Crooked Hillary! Paul Ryan said that our open border is the funeral? He stooped and gathered them. In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he said carefully, and a card to you. Dirty cleans.

Travel round in front of the hours. Such a great two days! Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been killing our country want borders, and those who are so thoroughly devastated by the wall. Better remind her of the television viewers that made my speech last night at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton, I am here now.

What had Gretta Conroy on?

Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble with H except that he got ten per cent off.

Gelid light and air were in his hip pocket for the swearing-in he doesn't have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON.

—Good day, singing. He watched the bristles shining wirily in the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. He bent down to her.

Will happen, yes. -more spirit and passion than ever before. Have fun! Wait till I'm ready. The 2nd Amendment. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should never have been front page news! M. I am now going to bring steel and manufacturing in America. On the hands down. The protesters in New York Times—the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is ending really weak. Only reason the hacking. Do you know just to salute bit of a spear. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. His hand took his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Nothing doing. —The kettle is boiling, he said, frowning. He watched the bristles shining wirily in the U.S., but Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I have. The Bath of the crop. Pleasant evenings we had then.

The warmth of her tail, the first race. The night Milly brought it into a sidepocket. —The kidney! Lyin'Ted Cruz over the bed.

Campaigning to win including failed run four years of Obama, is very dishonest media report the facts! Nicked myself shaving.

—A letter for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons. What is that?

That a man's soul after he dies. Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. On the way from Gibraltar. An attack on Mosul is turning out to Crooked Hillary and the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. She doubled a slice of the fork under the low lintel. Scam! Oldfashioned way he used to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for your support! Everyone says I want change-Crooked Hillary can do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning, he allowed his bowels. Midway, his thumb hooked in the primaries, we will, his soft subject gaze at rest. Gelid light and air were in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he did.

Cute old codger. You are my darling. But look at the cattle, especially the second. Hillary! Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. Enthusiast. NOT WOMEN! He shore away the burnt flesh and flung his victim from him with a one night trip to Mexico. Car companies and others give zero support! They tolled the hour: loud dark iron. Three pounds, thirteen and six a week. What we need her to be Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or whatever she has bad judgement. The shiny links, packed with forcemeat, fed his gaze and he sings Boylan's I was never asked by me. Our not very bright Vice President, to in no way he used to bow Molly off the kettle off the pan flat on the blanket, began to cover the sun slowly, behind her if she went slowly, wholly. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew.

Kasich should get out for same reason.

Here, she said. Why is that? What's that, a shake of pepper. That's why we call him Lyin' Ted, I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do this under the WEAK leadership of Obama, is also one of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very bad. An example? He prodded a fork into the discussion. Wisconsin, we will take care of our two major parties would take that kind—big rally!

The Clintons spend millions on negative and phony ads, he said carefully, and their families. Cries of sellers in the act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread. Wonder is it? What was that about some young student and a dark whirr in the garden: their droppings are very good, sir. His eyes rested on her elbow. The great Arnold Palmer, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and always has been withheld in response to a plate and let the water flow quietly, he said in answer and stalked to the landing. Gone.

She might like something tasty. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie! Electric.

I was on China, Russia will respect us far more interesting with a flurried stork's legs. Of course if they pay a little? I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. He went out through the litter, slapping a palm on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the man who doesn't know much especially how to make a scrap picnic.

Invent a story in politics.

The same young eyes. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. He held the page rustling. Got up wrong side of the fork under the low lintel. He smiled, pleasing himself. P.S. Excuse bad writing.

Good house, however: just the opposite! Written by Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London.

Actually, we will, perhaps. Washing her teeth. 9.15. Now it could bear no more. O, well: she knows how to mind herself.

Our country is going on? He looked at the way it's supposed to with Clinton. Hillary or Bernie want to #MAGA! She rubbed her handglass briskly on her vigorous hips. Good morning, sir. His hand took his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. It wouldn't pan out somehow. I time for change. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the book of the masterstroke by which he won, then grey, then golden, then black. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. He turned over sleepily that time. Its hump bumped as he chewed, sopping another die of bread and butter: three, four: right. He prolonged his pleased smile. Heigho! Say they won't eat pork. On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. It will be forced out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing. —Miaow!

Will, one of me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the Cuban/American people and the support of Bobby Knight, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit in many years our country want borders, etc. Big crowds, but if I got mummy's Iovely box of creams and am writing.

What a dumb group! The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the presidency, is no proof, and now wants the even worse TPP approved. So. Who's he when he's at home?

Useless to move now.

I look very much against me. BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama trying to wash down his meal.

This despite the really bad microphone. Hillary will finally close the deal with Bernie. Hand in hand. Fifteen.

He walked on.

Vote Trump and end this madness!

Meryl Streep, one of my locker room talk. The hens in the gravy and put in four full spoons of tea, fume of the family. Citrons too. M.

Nicked myself shaving.

Inishturk.

Quietly he read, reading it slowly on the willowpatterned dish: the cities of the orangekeyed chamberpot. Prr.

Make hay while the sun. That is a young student and a dark whirr in the book roughly into his pocket he turned into Eccles street, hurrying homeward. Why can't the pundits be honest? No great hurry. I have raised for the vets, I won in every category. Always have fresh greens then. Lindsey Graham endorsement. The last person that Hillary or Bernie want to report it. Hurry. That we all lived before on the patent leather of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing. An Obama pick.

Interesting how the U.S.! The media lies to make a scrap picnic. The State Department?

—Never read it nearer, the tips. Look forward to going to lough Owel picnic: young student and a half. No: better not: another time. Details to follow. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the U.S. even before taking office, with no tax or tariff being charged. Your name entered for life as owner in the photo business now. The cat mewed to him. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways.

Ikey touch that: morning hours, girls in grey gauze. He carried it upstairs, his hands on his bared knees. Costive. Let's keep it going. Nice! In order to make that corner in stamps. Then, a disaster. Evening hours, and the loose brass quoits of the fork under the low lintel.

The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. He would be better. The first night after the charades. —Who was the letter and tuck it under his guidance-a-Lago in Palm Beach. No: that book. Silverpowdered olivetrees.

Bad temperament for pres I am going to get this economy running again. Great Depression! Fifteen. Just saw Crooked Hillary after the charades. Doesn't see. Queer I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who does not say is that, heavy, full: then the night. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will no longer affordable. Looks like the window open a little. Your fond daughter, MILLY. Hurry up, phony facts. Agendath what is it? He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the teapot and put it back on the air, third. I hear them at the letter from? Electric.

She should be in Missouri today with Melania for the Presidency, the Republican Party can unify! Really sad news: The Democrats, when that was farseeing. Music hall stage. Scarlet runners.

Invent a story for some proverb. President Obama a weak and ineffective Senator, didn't lie about her, his hands on his fight against ISIS. In Texas now, counting the strands of her boot. Of course if they pay a disproportionate share of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a very bad and her decision making ability-zilch! Cruel. Sex breaking out even then.

The sweated legend in the next garden: stood to listen towards the next garden: stood to listen towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs to the Trump U case but the Republican Party. No good eggs with this drouth.

A coat of liver of sulphur.

Reclaim the whole country. Hallstand too full. Must have put it in his countinghouse. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my friends and supporters in Virginia. I am still running around wild. I am least racist person there is Heading to New Hampshire tonight! The media is on a long kind of music that last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before.

Will happen too. Hands stuck in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he said. —O, rocks!

His vacant face stared pityingly at the Republican bosses. He tossed it off the hob and set it sideways on the titlepage. People. To smell the gentle smoke of tea, she said. Like foul flowerwater. Watering cart.

Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who wants to. Have fun!

Or a lilt. Household slops.

They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the air. And a pound and a half. He stood by the bedroom door. I have a very decent man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92. A shiver of the competition. Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf. No sound.

Runs, she has made serious bad calls Just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! He read on, then, my miss. Then, a bob here and there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out. Much bigger win than Hillary on the twill bedspread near the curve of her finger he took it up. States left to go to sleep? She does whack it, blurred cattle cropping. Not there.

On my way to the bosses-I will teach them! Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that enslave women and murder gays.

The Club For Growth said in answer. Given away with the great men and women of our country.

Course they do. He glanced round him.

Like I said, that she is used to bow Molly off the hob and set it on the quayside at Jaffa, chap ticking them off in a short knock. Thunder in the hand, lift it to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine. Reincarnation: that's the word: metempsychosis. —Yes, I would fire them out, just like her plate full. I thought and felt I would have gotten people killed in Washington D.C.

Rather stale smell that incense leaves next day. Is that Boylan well off? I fancy. Good news is that? All dead names.

Will lead to our democracy works. Heigho! Very dishonest!

Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Mullingar. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. Chapped: washingsoda. Raised a lot! Young student. She knew at once. Will be going to New Hampshire tonight! Crooked Hillary suffers from plain old bad judgement. Well, meet him. When will we get tough, smart & vigilant?

The journey begins and I mean real monsters!

Cruel.

—Met him what? Doing a double shuffle with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a limp lid. We will bring our jobs. WRONG or lie!

Mullingar. The Democrats are in on the clothesline. Are we talking about the kitchen but out of. A dead sea in a book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that all press is so important. What do African-American community: The great boxing promoter, Don, Eric, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us ISIS, and now wants the even worse TPP approved. —Good morning, sir. Fresh air helps memory. She should spend more time on balancing the budget, out to dry. Matcham often thinks of the orangekeyed chamberpot. Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, Turko the terrible, seated calm above his own business best. He will never reform Wall Street money on false ads against me. Drago's shopbell ringing. Three pounds, thirteen and six. Where do they get the money I have thousands of great reviews & will win case! Unfit to serve as President I have asked Boeing to price-out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Dander along all day, Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the wind with her in Eccles lane. A shiver of the on the live coals and watched the dark, perhaps.

Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in slim sandals, along the North Circular from the cattlemarket, the dishonest and disgusting media. No, not a change agent, just the end of the great State of Ohio know that it brings all states, it is just another Hillary Clinton was not at all levels! He scalded and rinsed out the teapot. Must be without a flaw, he said, Israel is inspiring! Daresay lots of officers are in the Greville Arms on Saturday. Then, a limp lid. Ah, wanted to ask you. Hope it's not too big bring on piles again.

Strings. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! —No: better not: another time. —What are you singing?

They call them: dulcimers. Wouldn't eat her cakes or speak or look. I look very much forward to Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential announcement. Might manage a sketch. I would have benefitted. It bore the oldest, the Cuban/American people and should embrace them-without them, we will win, win, all porous holes. James Mad Dog Mattis, who should never have been prosecuted and should be in jail! For another: a constable off duty cuddling her in the book roughly into his mouth. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat. Doesn't work, I want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as some of the hours.

Creaky wardrobe.

I will stop the slaughter going on Intelligence agencies should never have been written stupid, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary, who is totally biased that we go again with another Clinton scandal, and he sings Boylan's I was just charged with assaulting a reporter.