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loftyexecutor · 4 years

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somnium vidisse se dicat in extremis orbis terrarum - 1

Chapter; 1 Rating; T+ WC; 1772 TWs; medical things, needles Pairing; AddElsAin [transform] AU; modern/dreamsharing scifi Summary; Being the best in the industry had its perks. Herrscher's name was known far and wide, work offers coming in left and right, extort this, extort that. But that still didn't stop his boyfriend from getting too tangled up in one of his dreams and switching places with the shade in his head. The shade that he had offered to extort ages ago. Fuck, this is a mess. Notes; its 2020 and this year pushed me to do some things im not proud of. like another els fic. o7 the title loosely translates to ‘the dreamer at the edge of the world’. edgy~~ AO3 LINK

Opening his eyes after hours of being hooked up to an ADSSU always felt like coming up for a breath after diving. The cotton feeling at the back on his tongue and the pounding headache developing behind his eyes did nothing to make the process any easier, no matter how often he delved into the craft.

Waving off the help of the hired technician and physician, he thumbed off the adhesive connecting him to the vitals reading machine and pulled the needle of the IV out of his arm none too gently. He handed it off to the physician, palm up because he had manners, who proceeded to disconnect and throw it out, doing his job of sterilizing the unit for the next use.

By now, his arm looked like an avid drug user’s, and he felt like one as well, with the somnicin levels in his blood well over the recommended dose. Thankfully, that would fix itself within the next hour, and so would, he hoped, the headache.

Next to himself, he could see Herrsch giving the equipment and technicians similar treatment, rolling his shoulders. Herrsch looked over, giving him a smile. Asshole, he never dealt with headaches.

Dox, at one point, joked about him having nothing in that pretty head of his, back before they’d dreamed together. Oh, how wrong he had been, how vast the worlds in Herrsch’s head were.

The dreamer of their latest job was waking up as well, the only person in the room to let himself be treated and checked.

Dox pulled out his phone from the pocket of his jeans, noting an absence in notifications, but a missed call.

“Immo called,” he mused, thumbing the lock screen away. “Gonna ring back.”

Herrsch gave a nod, eyes tracking him as he got up, shook off the drugs making him drowsy and made his way to the corner of the room to call. Instead, he focused on the dreamer, when all the equipment was removed and the man rubbed at his temples.

The man noticed him, offering a wobbly smile. Extraction jobs always left the subject the most rattled, though they helped in the long run. He couldn’t speak from his own experience, not like anyone has ever run an extraction on him. He wasn’t sure if it were possible at this point anymore.

A thing to ponder later.

The low hum in the room ceased as the technician powered the ADSSU down, all screens of connected computers and machines fading to black and leaving the room in only the dim light from the overhead lamps.

He looked over to Dox just in time to see his face blanch, brows knitting themselves together like they never expected to be apart again. Herrsch’s followed suit. Not much could phase Dox to that degree.

“You’re fucking with me,” he forced out, barely above a whisper. “Please say you’re fucking with me.”

Whatever he heard obviously didn’t indicate Immo was fucking with him. Herrsch didn’t think he could get any paler with his complexion, but he was proved wrong when Dox turned the same shade as the wall behind him.

“I— We’ll be— We’ll get the earliest flight, fuck, okay. Don’t… don’t go to sleep.” Dox pulled the phone away from his ear to check the clock. “It’ll be like— three? Four? Hours. Fuck, don’t go to sleep. Please.” A pause. “There are Monsters in the pantry. I don’t care if you drink all of them, please just don’t go to sleep.” Another pause. “Yeah. Yeah.”

The call ended with Dox’s arm going slack, falling down to his side, Immo’s photo bright on the screen before it turned itself off.

Before Herrsch could open his mouth, utter a single sound, Dox turned to him and pointed with his chin towards the door. Obediently, Herrsch nodded, standing from the dream chair and leading the way. He had to hold the door open for Dox, who couldn’t seem to stop shaking.

As soon as it was closed, he turned to him, hand in his hair, and raked his fingers through the long strands in an attempt to calm him. “What was that about?”

Dox opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, leaned into his touch, closed it again, and let out the shakiest breath Herrsch had heard outside of a panic attack. “Immo…” he whispered, barely audible. “He… He dreamed himself too deep and— somehow, he ended up switching places with Conwell.”

Panic seized Herrsch’s chest, squeezing until he felt he couldn’t breathe.

“So, that was…”

“Mm-hm.”

“Can you get us the earliest flight back?”

Dox just nodded, already on it, tapping away at his phone with shaky fingers. Herrsch squeezed him against his side for one short moment before rushing back into the room to grab their bags.

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Herrsch’s jeep screeched as they parked, tire tracks blooming on their driveway, and the engine wasn’t even fully off before Dox was wrestling with his seatbelt and jumping out of the car.

The front door opened to reveal Queen, with hair askew and a look of an old woman plastered on her youthful face. Just by looking, Dox knew— he knew it wasn’t a joke, wasn’t a ploy to get them to come early, but he had to— he had to check for himself.

Ducking under her arm was no problem even given their heights. He knew their house like the back of his hand, found Immo in the living room, sitting cross legged on the floor with an Xbox controller in his hand and some game on the screen. He was obviously losing, if his annoyed expression was any way of knowing, and even that blasted the alarm sirens in his brain.

Immo was good at video games.

Empty energy drink cans littered the floor around him, ten, fifteen, twenty-six. Jesus Christ.

“H-hey,” he said, pulling Immo’s — Conwell’s — attention away from the screen. There were bags under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept in days instead of hours.

“Thank goodness you’re here,” Immo’s mouth said, and Dox focused on that for some reason, the way his lips moved, the words they shaped, sounding for all the world like nothing Immo would ever say.

Herrsch and Queen talked in the hallway, but he couldn’t make out about what, rooted to the spot. Tears welled in his eyes because — fuck! — he knew what it was like, getting tricked by a shade in a dream and not wake up for days. His legs didn’t feel like his as he crossed the carpet in the living room, offering Conwell one of his hands to pull him up.

The smile he got as a reward bordered the uncanny valley. Conwell didn’t know how to move Immo’s body like Immo, instead looking like a passable double. For one single, terrifying instant, Dox was worried it was him that was stuck in a dream, one that was imminent for crumbling.

“C’mon,” he choked, refusing to let Conwell see him cry, “Let’s tuck you in.”

Dox lead Conwell downstairs, only stopping to tell Herrsch and Queen that they’d be in the lab, that he’d— keep Conwell stable until Herrsch figured out a way to do an extraction right. Just wake me up when you need me. I’ll keep the dream stable.

Herrsch nodded, his immaculately schooled features betraying all his worry and fears, if only to Dox. It wasn’t a good look on him.

The lab was dark, quiet save the ever-running ventilation keeping the basement breathable. Dox’s fingers found the lightswitch and he went through the motions of turning the ADSSU and all its equipment on, watching with blank eyes at the flat lines and numbers.

“Sit down,” he said, then added a soft, “please.”

Conwell obliged. Dox knew it wasn’t his fault. Logically, he knew Conwell didn’t like this either. He had already had his life, and becoming a dream shade attached to a memento Immo got his hands on and practically possessing the boy wasn’t for the purpose of stealing his body. It didn’t mean Dox wasn’t mad. It didn’t mean he wasn’t considering messaging the board of Dreamers to standardize checks on mementos.

Which is why he tried his hardest not to look at his face, the unnatural, fake smile on his boyfriend’s lips, as he held Conwell’s arm above the elbow. His hand shook, but as soon as he had opened a fresh needle and attached it to the drip of the IV, it stopped.

He located the vein he knew by heart now, wiping the area with an alcohol wipe and puncturing the skin until he was sure the needle wouldn’t come loose. A strip of medical tape to hold it in place never hurt anyone, either.

He attached the vitals machine with similar detachedness, but didn’t let the IV drip just yet.

“Herrsch,” he called up the stairs, and it was only moments before he appeared, that knowing look on his face. He placed a hand on Dox’s cheek. He cradled it, because it couldn’t be called anything else, and led him to one of the other dream chairs.

Conwell averted his eyes as Herrsch leaned down, placed a kiss on Dox’s forehead. It had been different to watch such interactions in dreams, through Immo’s eyes. Now he felt like nothing but a voyeur.

The IV was attached to Dox’s arm for the second time that day, and so were the vitals, and Herrsch turned the IV on immediately, watching the somnicin make its way to Dox’s arm. He felt terrible about the dosage, but there was no way Dox was staying asleep if he didn’t up it.

Dox didn’t make a single comment on it, however, just looked at Herrsch with determination that screamed ‘I’ll do my best.’

Herrsch knew why Dox wanted to do this. Herrsch’s name held more power in the industry, and he was better at talking to people, if only marginally. Dox’s dreams weren’t stable, not most of the time, but in the first layer, it would be more than enough to hold them both for the few hours Herrsch had to think of something.

Dox’s eyes fluttered closed and the vitals machine evened out as he fell asleep, the tenseness falling off his features momentarily. Herrsch moved to Conwell, turning his IV on as well.

“Don’t do anything shady,” Herrsch warned, looking straight into Conwell’s eyes.

Conwell laughed, voice Immo’s but not like Immo. He wasn’t so stupid to try anything, and even if neither Dox nor Herrsch believed it, he cared about Immo as well.

And he knew a threat when he heard one.

#elsword #addelsain #.elsword #.addelsain #.adssu #.chaptered #@ david thank u for reminding me this has needles and stuff lol

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verdigrisprowl · 7 years

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An Unscheduled Meeting

Starscream visits Prowl to begin discussing the process of transitioning him from prisoner to parolee. Intense political scheming ensued. Favorite line: “You're completely missing the point of the metaphor, /I'm/ the salami.”

Prowl: *is at his desk up on the mezzanine. Has been for some days now; he finally got tired of sleeping.* Prowl: *At the very least he can get a head start on the work he'll need to do once he's allowed back out to the construction site.* Starscream: *BOOM BABY. You have a guest. That guest is your boss. He should have probably called ahead but he didn't.* Starscream: *He's knocking on the doorframe, at least* Hope you're decent, Prowl. Prowl: You have the cameras, can't you check? *he is, in fact, decent.* Prowl: *and not even the shock of an unannounced visit will prevent him from counter-sassing Starscream.* Prowl: *stands to lean over his desk and look at the next floor down.* What are you doing here? *wasn't there a whole thing about starscream pretending he WASN'T associating with prowl?* Starscream: I could, but for some reason they don't always seem to keep up with your activity. Starscream: Now Prowl, that's no way to treat your employer and your imminant liberator. Prowl: *dryly* If Primus himself walked in my room I'd still ask him what he's— *beat* ... Come again? Starscream: *smirks* For the past several months you've been working away tirelessly to redeem yourself to the people of Cybertron. I think the time has come to take the next step. Prowl: ... You think it's had that much of an impact? I've been monitoring the comment sections of news articles that mention me, but... *but prowl is shiit at reading people, big masses of people included.* Prowl: *also nobody ever visits the comments section of news articles when they have something nice to say.* Prowl: *all right, this is more important than his desk work, he's coming down the stairs* Starscream: Well, you're certainly staying in the public eye, and that's far better than fading into obscurity. Of everything on Cybertron it's the task of rebuilding that is the most important, and you've stayed Starscream: at the forefront of the efforts. Starscream: I won't claim that there's been a widespread total reversal of sttitudes (WAIT I HAVE WATER BOILING ONE SEC) Starscream: (okay back) Prowl: (o7) Starscream: I won't claim that there's been a total reversal of attitude, as that would probably take the physical elimination of detractors. But as for a growing apathy? Starscream: We can use that. Starscream: 8I And im not interested in waiting until you've truely become Cybertron's golden boy to be able to use you strategically, or there'll probably be none of your processor left from construction acciden Prowl: Pf. Apathy. It sets in so fast. *what else does he expect out of neutrals, though.* Prowl: So you think conditions have changed enough that we can start relaxing some of the terms of my containment? To what extent? *gonna park himself in the kitchen and lean on a counter* Starscream: Hn. What I would like is to start utilizing your investigative experience. I'm not sure if I could let you completely off the leash as things are, however. Starscream: We have apathy and sympathy on our side, not completely blind idiocy. Prowl: ... Investigative ability? As a— You mean as a—like, a police officer? Starscream: ..yes? Is that weird? Prowl: *Well. Yes. Prowl was NOT expecting that. Was expecting to be used for his ability to strategize. Combat and politics. How to kill people and make it look like an accident.* Prowl: ... No. Of course not. That's... How are you going to sell THAT to the public? Prowl: Or is it to remain secret, too? Starscream: *Look he plans to use you for a lot of things. Most of the things you listed could be done as a cop* Starscream: I haven't decided yet. What I have decided is that my current enforcer force is worefully inadequate and inept. Prowl: *SNORT* You don't say. Starscream: So? Are you interested in finally getting out of your cage? Prowl: *pause* ... Of course. Prowl: I assume you have a plan for how you'll explain this to the public? Starscream: More or less. I'm still working out the fine detail on if I want to start releasing rumors before the official annoucement,. Starscream: The overall plan is to make a formal announcement on your change of satus, how you've proven willing to work for Cybertron's good. Prowl: Hmm. Prowl: The benefit of said potential rumors? Starscream: To ease the populace into the idea rather than immediately dropped onto them. Prowl: ... Hm. Prowl: You could potentially accomplish the same results without the... stigma that comes with rumors. Prowl: Make official statements about my improvement and how that reflects on my potential for assisting Cybertron, that sort of thing. Prowl: It sounds more... legitimate than rumors. Rumors suggest you're doing it behind the population's backs. *which he IS, but that's not the image they want.* Starscream: Rumors can't be directly traced back, nor provide a place for complaints. Prowl: But they can stir up discontent. Prowl: ... Maybe a combination? Rumors from below and positive official statements from above? Starscream: Acceptable. We may need more than that. Do you have anything to add weight to your new... I don't know, direction in life or whatever? Prowl: ... When I have an opportunity, I intend to publicly announce my resignation from the Autobots. Prowl: *"resignation." like being an Autobot was a job, instead of citizenship in a small militarized nation.* Starscream: That may work. The NAILS and their importance on neutrality and all. Starscream: Hmm. I'm not sure about allowing you full enforcer power yet, though. Perhaps a smaller assignment for now. Prowl: That's probably prudent. The public is used to seeing me as a criminal; they'll have to be eased into seeing me as somebody who /opposes/ crime. Prowl: ... What sort of assignment? Starscream: Something that allows you to oppose crime in a visible manner. Prowl: ... Nothing staged. Starscream: Hmph, fine. Nothing staged, though it will take slightly longer then. Prowl: I'm patient. True crime will minimize the risk that someone figures it out and a real scandal starts. Starscream: Very well. So, you have no objections to rising above the common construction worker? Prowl: ... There are several things wrong with that sentence. Prowl: Regardless, I—think I should... At least in part, I think I should—continue that work. Prowl: Cybertron DOES need to be rebuilt. That's not just a publicity stunt to help me look good. I'm no master architect; but no one else here is, either. Unlike most, though, I have the... the potential. Prowl: ... To at least help. Starscream: And your collection of gaudy colored roomates has nothing to do with it. Prowl: ... I didn't pick up that potential /alone./ They know the field; I don't. I have a head for numbers and graphs; they don't. Prowl: *but oh, is he chagrined to admit it. the corners of his mouth sink in a scowl.* Starscream: *snickers* Technically they have the head for more than just construction, now. Prowl: *scowl deepens* As long as nothing can be done about it, it might as well be used for Cybertron's benefit. Starscream: Hmph. As long as you're available when I need you to do something, I don't care what you do on the side. Starscream: It certainly won't hurt Cybertron any. Prowl: It will have to be scheduled. For now, as far as Iacon is concerned, reconstruction isn't "on the side," it's my main duty. Starscream: I don't care what Cybertron this is your main duty. Prowl: I know you don't. But you'll care when they start wondering if I'm up to something fishy. All I'm saying is that even if my construction work is significantly reduced, I still need a regular schedule. Starscream: Very well. Do you have any other concerns? Prowl: For starters, timeframe. What happens next, and when does it happen? Starscream: We start by releasing rumors and positive official statements that may not explicitly mention your impending release but hint at it. Prowl: When? Immediately, or...? Prowl: Immediately would be best to capitalize on my recent injury. I think I won some sympathy with that. Starscream: Agreed. Apathy may be in our favor in somethings, but sympathy should be taken advantage of Prowl: How long will that stage last? Prowl: And is there anything *I* should be doing during it? Right now, while I'm not working, I'm not in the public eye. I don't know if that's working for or against us. Starscream: Hmm. Perhaps an interview or two... Starscream: I don't suppose you have a heartfelt, grandoise speech prepared expressing your change of ways? Prowl: ... No, but I could write one. Prowl: Interview-with-the-news interview? On what justification? Do you think that's—safe? *prowl is not known for being personable* Starscream: Hearing your side of things. Though- ....yes, you're right. You don't exactly have my flair for public address. Starscream: We'd probably do more harm than good. Prowl: *he'd be offended if it wasn't completely true* Prowl: How much control do you have over the media? Could we control what questions I received so I could prepare ahead of time? Starscream: *drums fingers on arm* I believe I can get a reporter that can be trusted not to improvise on a script, yes. Starscream: In a pinch we could cut the feed, but that looks nearly as bad as watching you flounder. Prowl: At least if I flounder, some people might pity me. Starscream: Your reputation of being not the best speaker is probably widespread enough to facilitate that. Prowl: Probably not among neutrals. But if they don't know yet, they might well find out. Starscream: So. Is there anything else? Prowl: Yes. Once I am liberated—what are the limits and parameters? I assume that, at the start, this will be more like parole than like a full pardon? Prowl: Curfew, escorts, limits to how far I can travel, et cetera? Starscream: Indeed. As public opinion of you improves we can loosen restrictions, but for now- Starscream: You won't be able to directly enter any part of Metroplex, especially anything near the bridge or his processor. Starscream: I'd rather not have Windblade of all mechs be the one to assasinate me over this. Starscream: You will have an escort at all times, either another mech or a drone of some sort. Starscream: Curfew... hn. I dont know what would unsettle mechs more, your sulking around during the off cycle or when most of them are active. Prowl: ... In general, the off cycle, but they'd have to be confronted less often with the fact of my partial freedom because less people would see me. Prowl: Pff. It would probably be most convenient to just not go outside at all. Starscream: You won't be very useful if you stay inside all of the time. They'll never get used to you that way. Prowl: ... What about holomatter? I have an avatar that looks like—well—MOSTLY like me. Perhaps it would go over better with the public if they knew the version of me that was walking around wasn't real? Prowl: They could get used to seeing me in public and still know I wasn't actually there. Starscream: Hmm. That may work. And you would naturally be limited to the area the holomatter can be projected to, so they wouldn't have to worry about you being where you shouldn't. Prowl: That's a four hundred mile radius. Starscream: ...okay, more limited than that. Prowl: So we tell them it isn't four hundred miles. Starscream: What happened to not straight up lying? Prowl: Fine. So we ask them to deal with the fact that I can, and have always been able to, appear anywhere at any time in avatar form, and the only reason I don't is because I choose not to. Prowl: I think that will go over well. Starscream: *snorts* I didn't say we WOULDNT lie to them. Starscream: Confined to holomatter appearences, unable to affect suspects, etc. Prowl: Will my avatar need an escort? Starscream: Yes, since it's acting in your place. Prowl: Hm. I'm not going to start bringing an escort to my movie nights. Prowl: Cybertron doesn't know about those anyway. Starscream: Oh, speaking of... who among your movie night escapades is your invisible guest? I would expect that's where you met them, anyway. Prowl: He wouldn't be showing up invisible if he wanted you to know that, would he? Starscream: Which is why I'm asking you, not rigging up some elaborate paint trap. Prowl: *pictures tarantulas dripping in paint. snorts.* Prowl: He's a useful resource. And a decent distraction when I'm sick to my stomach of Constructicons. That's what matters. Starscream: And someone you feel it's best I don't know the identity of. Starscream: Hmph. Whatever, I'll find out eventually. Prowl: As I said. He DOES show up invisible. Prowl: Have you ever heard people say that cesium salami is only good as long as you don't know how it's made? Prowl: The Autobots learned to view my work the same way. My invisible visitor is useful to you, through me. That's what matters. Prowl: Don't think too hard about the salami. Starscream: ...you're dating someone you just compared to a questionable food. Prowl: One—interfacing, not dating. Two—I'm the questionable food. Keep up. Starscream: You're probably both questionable. Is it at leat only one invisible visitor or is it a parade of see-through guests making a mockery of security. Prowl: Do you really want to know? Starscream: Yes, actually. Prowl: You're asking how the salami's made. Prowl: *prowl doesn't metaphor very often but when he does he commits* Starscream: I would like to know if I should even maintain the facade of security around here, or if I should just give up and have whatever cameras are still functional taken down. Starscream: I'm asking how many ingrediants are in the salami. Prowl: Well, if you'd like to take them down, I wouldn't mind. Starscream: That was not a number. Prowl: "One." *with finger quotes.* Starscream: ......that isn't a useful answer. Prowl: How sad for you. Starscream: Before you engage me in a battle of pettiness, please remember who you're talking to. Prowl: I never forget. Prowl: I could give you another number now. Ask yourself if you'll believe whatever it is I say. Starscream: So. At least one guest with enough importance that you refuse to identify them. Starscream: Can I trust that you at least remember who you're working for once we begin your route to parole? Or should I be on the lookout for more rebellious spirit. Prowl: I didn't tell Optimus all my resources either. That doesn't mean they weren't utilized for his benefit. It doesn't mean they won't be utilized for yours. Starscream: Somehow I'm not reassured. I wonder why that might be. Prowl: Probably because you think I'm the kind of second that you were. Starscream: Probably. After all I know you've only agreed to work for me as long as my goals benefit Cybertron. Starscream: Right so- rumors, interview questions, holomatter restrictions and escort. Prowl: Right. Prowl: ... And in the meantime, I wait in here? Or am I going back to the construction site soon? Starscream: Here. I don't want any more poles through your head and at leat it'll be slightly more difficult here. Starscream: Depending on what your salami does with you. Prowl: You're completely missing the point of the metaphor, /I'm/ the salami. Starscream: Then what does that make him? Prowl: One of the ingredients you don't want to know about. Prowl: ... Wait. No. That didn't come out right. Prowl: My work. Is the salami. I'm the salami-maker, he's an ingredient. Starscream: ...*pinches the bridge of his nose. This is getting painful* Starscream: Alright Salami Maker, is there anything else I need to cover? Prowl: ... I'm rethinking my stance on whether I want the interview to be cut off if it goes badly. Starscream: And? Prowl: I think that's it. Prowl: ... Curfew. We didn't resolve... We can mess with that later. Starscream: Indeed. Prowl: I suppose that's it. Starscream: Good. Enjoy the rest of your day. Or whatever. Prowl: Mm. Prowl: ... Start sending me what data you have on your enforcers. I want to know what I'm going to be getting into. Starscream: Very well. You're going to hate it, though. Prowl: Oh, I know. Prowl: *he has stopped scowling just long enough to give the bitterest smirk. he knows. he's seen them at work.*

(And then we assumed that was a good enough conclusion and Starscream left the end.)

#chosentorule #chat #status

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verdigrisprowl · 7 years

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April 5 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Abattoir

Soundwave and Prowl both more or less agree that this movie constitutes a rather senseless waste of lives and resources.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. B l u r r: / trudges in and settles on his couch. tugging flexibands off of his arm / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ushers the twins in before him and heads right for his spot. Gets nice and comfortable there.* FakeProwl: *appears* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pings hello to Blurr and Prowl both* B l u r r: / waves claw. Throws flexi band aside / ItsyBitsySpyers: //This one!// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble's going along, as always.* FakeProwl: *nods. sits with Soundwave.* B l u r r: [[ lemme know when you're all ready, I guess ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready when ye be)) Whirl: ((o7 I am!)) FakeProwl: ((ready when this song is over)) FakeProwl: ((i'm learning hamilton one random song at a time)) B l u r r: [[ some guy in an african american lit class said slavery was necessary for our country to be this way ]] B l u r r: [[ and I literally slammed a hand down and went ALEXANDER HAMILTON DID NOT FIGHT FOR THIS SHIIT ]] B l u r r: Hamilton is 100% historically accurate and it makes my life complete. Also if you guys are ready , im ready. ]] FakeProwl: ((ready!)) B l u r r: [[ ive never seen this movie, but its about a haunted house so... okay [[ FakeProwl: ((yee)) FakeProwl: ((haunted houses are my fave)) FakeProwl: ((haunted things in general. haunted or possessed.)) B l u r r: same ]] FakeProwl: ((creepy invisible things in places)) B l u r r: [[ i just dunno how like good the movie is in general [[ ItsyBitsySpyers: *A quote about houses imprisoning its inhabitants. Off to a relevant start already* B l u r r: / lot of murder. He likes it / FakeProwl: *leeeans on Soundwave* FakeProwl: So. He lives on the road. He deceived people who resented him for it. He sold them a "promise," they sold him "themselves." ItsyBitsySpyers: *Adjusts himself to allow for good leaning contact. Would Prowl like to scoot up under a stretched arm?* B l u r r: Hey, Frenzy. /waves claw/ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HM?\\ FakeProwl: Prediction: he's a drug dealer. B l u r r: C'mere. FakeProwl: *... yes. he would like to.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Then so it shall be, and a hand resting gently on the far side arm. In the meantime, Frenzy jogs over to Blurr and bobs his head. Sup?* B l u r r: / leans foward a little / Think you and your twin-thing can come sit with me? I have... stuff for you mechs. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHO, RUMBLE? YEAH, SURE.\\ Raises his voice a little more. \\HEY, BRO. C'MON.\\ And plop, a Frenzy next to Blurr. A Rumble will follow shortly after. B l u r r: / smirks and looks at them both/ Comfortable? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[She brought him a plank?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Guess so, yeah. How come?// FakeProwl: ((the dialogue and costumes made the scene at the newspaper look like it was 40, 50 years ago)) FakeProwl: ((then she gets home and suddenly it's Modern)) B l u r r: [[ im so confused on time period ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((same)) B l u r r: ... How come ? /twitches finials/ I just got back from Earth. B l u r r: I've brought you things. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shakes his helm a little. That was a corny line.* FakeProwl: Did she not say that fraternizing with the police introduces a conflict of interests? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Wha, me?// Slow blink. //I, uh. ... Okay, sure.// FakeProwl: If it does for her, then it probably does for him as well. They both need to take their work more seriously. B l u r r: ....Oh. They're dead. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He seemed overchar--]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...All right.]] B l u r r: / looks at Rumble and Frenzy / Yes. Which one of you wants gifts first? FakeProwl: ... You know what, never mind, she's about to walk into a brutal murder scene and she could use a police officer with her. B l u r r: [[ okay now hes in modern clothes ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Each of them grab an arm and start chanting 'me'* FakeProwl: ... Why is there only one officer? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Low film budget?]] FakeProwl: *snorts* B l u r r: [[ probably ]] B l u r r: ... All right, you can't both get it at once. Let's do... pick a murder weapon. B l u r r: I'm thinking of a weapon. One perfect for my most despised enemy. B l u r r: What is it? Whoever guesses it gets their gift first. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He extinguished the youngling as well?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Duct tape.// \\PFFF.\\ B l u r r: mmm. Wrong. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YER FIST AT LIKE A BILLION MILES PER HOUR?\\ B l u r r: ... Close enough. B l u r r: Someone stole an entire room? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks at Prowl.* [[Is that possible?]] FakeProwl: ... Not in one piece. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy cheers and sticks his hands out* FakeProwl: ... He's collecting murder scenes? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It sounds like it.]] B l u r r: / plops a box into Frenzy's servos. Inside are a few interesting additions for better drill power / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Where would he keep them? Build a new house out of murder scenes?]] FakeProwl: Perhaps. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy holds them aloft, bounces up, and does a small lap around the room. It's safe to say he's excited and happy with his gift.* Whirl: ((frenzy omg)) Whirl: ((patoot alert)) B l u r r: / well, that works / FakeProwl: ... All of those murders are highly implausible. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why?]] FakeProwl: A contractor murders his employer? A landlord murders someone he just rented a home to? FakeProwl: Botched burglaries make sense. Crimes of passion make sense. FakeProwl: What motive could a contractor have to murder the person who hired him and then kill himself? Or for a landlord to murder tenants he'd known a week? B l u r r: You're assuming that there needs to be a motive. FakeProwl: There's always a motive. B l u r r: Not always. FakeProwl: Always. FakeProwl: *gestures at the movie* Because these murders are so unusual—and because of the way that movies work—it's likely that this collector doesn't just happen to take crime scenes. FakeProwl: It's possible he causes them. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy stops mid-run* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\TROPHIES?\\ FakeProwl: Perhaps. FakeProwl: He wants a room—a room somehow tainted by murder—and causes it to happen. B l u r r: /shrugs/ B l u r r: Murder doesn't need a motive. B l u r r: Sometimes it just needs an itch. FakeProwl: An itch is a motive. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WEIRDO. PULLIN' PIECES OFF IS EASIER.\\ FakeProwl: Or, alternatively, the room itself causes the murder, and he... I can't think of a better phrase than "arrest." He arrests the room. Locks it up where it can't cause damage. B l u r r: / shrugs / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy sits down to inspect the box's contents deeper. He's gonna get these installed as soon as he gets home.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is a room. How does a regular room murder?]] FakeProwl: I don't know. Movies pull supernatural nonsense like that. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Wait. Isn't this what happened in the ghost busting movie?]] FakeProwl: It is. FakeProwl: So. He's constructing his own "ley line" nexus. Whirl: ((i can't tell what this guy is tryin to do with his voice. it almost sounds like he's trying to mimic a southern cadence???)) Whirl: ((wat r u trying to do linguistically my dude)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble nudges Blurr and sticks his hand out. He doesn't know what Blurr would think to give him, but... he's curious now.* FakeProwl: ((idk but i wish he Wouldn't)) B l u r r: / looks at Rumble and reaches for a box. Rumble's is bigger / B l u r r: I notice you seem to perk up at certain... things. /tilts helm / So, I thought I'd stop by a few places and get you something interesting. /it's the only thing he knows Rumble likes / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is a good thing Cybertron does not have these... ley lines. He does not want to think about what would come from them.]] FakeProwl: I'm fairly certain Earth doesn't either. It's just an interesting fiction. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah?// He'll get to opening it, a little more cautious than his brother. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Earth doesn't need them. It has Unicron.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That is, arguably, worse.]] B l u r r: Mhm. /props chin on claw / I noticed you were a little fond of - well, more than fond of- anyway. B l u r r: / motions to the box with his claw. Inside is a larger book with the good ol' hamilton star. And some sheet music, some signed things. A lot of concept art and costume designs. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble's visor could light up the room by itself right now* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Guess who's not paying attention to the movie for the entire rest of this film* FakeProwl: ((i was in the wrong window for a second, why did she come to this town? is it tied to the person buying the rooms?)) FakeProwl: ((i caught the story she gave the sherrif, just not whatever reason she had before it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i missed it too, was shooing the cat off something)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [][][]I have that effect on people.[][][] [[It is easy to see why. Who touches another's helm like that to make their presence known?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble mumbles something that sounds like a thank you while he works his way through the human language a bit at a time* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Content capable of destroying lives, you say. He's definitely curious.* FakeProwl: ... Their children died before them... FakeProwl: They've turned away from their god... FakeProwl: She pointedly states that if she likes old things, she'll love this town... Did he make them immortal? B l u r r: / sees rumble's interest and settles back into the couch / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...They slaughtered their young?]] B l u r r: / seems like everyone likes their presents / FakeProwl: Possible. He spoke of sacrifices. FakeProwl: *the officer is controlling, insults the person he claims to care about, and threatens to abuse his power. Prowl disapproves of him as a person and a cop.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Everyone l o v e s their presents. Blurr will probably get a few himself next week.* B l u r r: / oh geez / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No he didn't.]] FakeProwl: ((don't freeze now!!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((nooo come back screen)) B l u r r: [[ is it back? ]] FakeProwl: ((she was dragging her hands down her face and the music was building, what happened??)) FakeProwl: ((now I've got music and a random frozen screen)) B l u r r: [[ idk i havent been watching for the last good hour ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: (( ^)) FakeProwl: ((okay, now it's moving again)) FakeProwl: ((what happened to her face)) B l u r r: [[ ive been getting yelled at 8') ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((can we see her fa--oh dear)) FakeProwl: ((... i guess her face is normal now???)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((are you gonna be ok speedy?)) B l u r r: [[ idk she's yelling at me cause dad's wasting money and it's my fault?? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((no it's not. :| )) B l u r r: [[ i lost the whole movie lmfao. ]] B l u r r: [[ let me know when it's over, i guess ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm so confused)) FakeProwl: ((same)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Did he not JUST tell them not to look.]] FakeProwl: "They're hiding something." And the sky is black at night. ItsyBitsySpyers: *huff* FakeProwl: Did he also not just tell them that nobody ever successfully finds it? B l u r r: When's someone gonna die? I'm bored. FakeProwl: So. He's been to hell. He's come back with... magic? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[She was killed because she escaped?]] FakeProwl: He does unknown things for the town and in exchange they sacrifice other people to him. FakeProwl: She wasn't killed because she "escaped"—she never escaped, her sacrifice was merely delayed. FakeProwl: And he's collected... they're not random tragedies, are they. Are they the sacrifices he was pledged? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He thinks so.]] FakeProwl: And when he gets them all, what—hell opens up? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The jailed human did say it was a case of cracking open the prison and letting the prisoners out.]] FakeProwl: That explains why all the murders sounded so peculiar. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does not like either officer.]] FakeProwl: *murmurs* me neither. FakeProwl: I'll be willing to consider the sheriff was offering a mercy once I actually know the alternative. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small squeeze of Prowl's arm. A much better cop, as far as he has ever been on the side of the law.* FakeProwl: *isn't sure why he got squeezed, but takes a hand to squeeze it back* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Also good.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Where do the screams come from? Do the dead echo?]] B l u r r: ... / that house is IDEAL / FakeProwl: Apparently. B l u r r: What a great house. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tilts his helm. It's... it's hideous.* FakeProwl: ... Consecrated ground. There's no evidence of a school in all of this. So the school wasn't added to the rooms. Is it the foundation upon which this house was built? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[How does a murder happen in a room that was already taken away when the room was not taken away until there was a murder?]] B l u r r: What a great house... FakeProwl: ... None of them were taken away until after the murder, were they? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[She watched a video of someone next to a wall with a separation in it.]] FakeProwl: ... The video was taken inside this house, not inside her house. FakeProwl: Perhaps he simply recorded the replay of her death. FakeProwl: A murder is committed, the room is removed and reconstructed here, the death replays and can be recorded. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He supposes that is possible.]] FakeProwl: That also explains how her mother had a video of that boy being sacrificed where the wall was already bloodstained. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slow nod. All right, that makes sense.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i missed that)) FakeProwl: ((it was a brief mention.)) FakeProwl: "... It would be a tragedy for you to go one step further." Apparently this whole... ritual, will be completed with a tragedy. FakeProwl: Do the both of them in there combined form the tragedy? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Perhaps he kills her.]] FakeProwl: Perhaps. Stupidly waving the gun around like that when the only thing in the house is ghosts. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They are bound to be on edge in this place. One wrong startle...]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It would also give the dealmaking human the last child.]] FakeProwl: It would, yes. FakeProwl: *slowly slouches forward so he can put his elbows on his knees and cover his audials* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks over, concerned* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Noise? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Noise.» FakeProwl: *... has it quieted down? tentatively uncovers audials* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nudges them back over. There's probably a lot of screaming to come.* FakeProwl: *... half covers* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Well. He was half right.]]] FakeProwl: *mutters* He certainly didn't seem to love her for who she is. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Agreed.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Why would the murdered victims be punished? What have they done?]] FakeProwl: They weren't punished. They were sacrificed. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[This involves them suffering? He would think their death was enough.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Human theology is strange.]] FakeProwl: He sacrificed his family for his hell-granted powers. FakeProwl: He used those powers to sacrifice hundreds, just to get his family back. FakeProwl: He could have saved himself a lot of time, effort, and grief—along with everyone else—by not sacrificing his family in the first place. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Indeed.]] FakeProwl: I'm sure that's the point. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Taps his free fingers against his leg.* B l u r r: / vents a little / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He wonders if the hell creatures kept their promise. Such beings rarely do.]] RoBart: what song is this? B l u r r: [[ Aaron Bur, Sir ]] B l u r r: *Burr RoBart: thanks ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Dangle a promise, gather hundreds more, take back the original murderer and give nothing up.]] FakeProwl: He gave up years of his life and years of effort. FakeProwl: For no net gain. FakeProwl: From the evidence given, the powers he received were used for no purpose but undoing the original bargain. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shakes his helm.* FakeProwl: *?* B l u r r: / twitches finials and claws / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Many, many wastes. And the New English humans who benefited from his powers are likely bound as well. It is all disgusting.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble is distracted from the book by the music and the twitch. He looks up at Blurr* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ya okay there?// B l u r r: / glances at/ Hn? B l u r r: Ah... Dodge likes this music, too. /snort / He's excited. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble scratches his chin for a second, then shrugs. Yeah, why not.* //Tell him he got good taste.// B l u r r: / smirk / Hear that? He says you have good taste . /snicker/ He says thanks. FakeProwl: Did any of them "benefit"? We see no signs of a benefit. Just promises. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The human in the chair stood and walked.]] FakeProwl: Ah. Right. ItsyBitsySpyers: //He's, uh. He's welcome.// B l u r r: /hums/ You know, you don't have to be nervous. He's the nicer one. FakeProwl: What of the rest of the town? The evidence indicates that none of them are satisfied with the bargain. There's reference to them being afraid. The town looks half-abandoned. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He cannot recall anything for them, no.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Traditional human interpretations of immortality are being held at one age forever. They would not have grown older.]] A pause. [[Unless he was cruel and their immortality comes when they are near-- ItsyBitsySpyers: death. He doubts it.]] FakeProwl: Mm. Yes, immortality seems unlikely. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Then he sees nothing else.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Still. They agreed to pledges and sacrifices. They do not come away clean.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Stretch.* B l u r r: / leans back and crosses arms behind his helm / Well, when I stop by Earth again, I'll get you something. B l u r r: / to rumble / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Immediately* //Sledgehammer.// B l u r r: A sledgehammer? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Big one.// B l u r r: A big sledgehammer... got it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble cracks a smile and nods, then hops up and carries his box over to Soundwave's couch.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yo.// Half-afted salute to Prowl before he scrambles up the couch and gets docked on the arm* FakeProwl: *nods to Rumble* Hi. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Through Soundwave's speakers, a whisper:* //Next game.// FakeProwl: ... Hm? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Places a baseball on his screen.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy runs back over to Blurr and sticks a hand out in the meantime* B l u r r: ... / looks at Frenzy/ Yes? B l u r r: / holds out claw? / ItsyBitsySpyers: *SHAKES THE HECK OUTTA IT then runs off to Soundwave too* B l u r r: / oh uh shake shake / B l u r r: ... / confused but he assumes that is a thank you / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Yep.* B l u r r: / oh well good / B l u r r: / he's glad the kiddos like their gifts / ItsyBitsySpyers: *You bet your aft they do.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We should be going. We have... things to repair.]] FakeProwl: *a farewell nod to Soundwave and to Rumble* B l u r r: / waves claw / FakeProwl: *next game. whenever that is.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tomorrow, actually. He'll set Prowl up with a feed. In the meantime, one last tiny squeeze and then he gets up, nods, and makes his way out.* FakeProwl: *that soon? he's lost track* FakeProwl: *flickers and disappears*

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Feb 1 Blurr’s Horror Stream - A Series of Unfortunate Events 4-6

Prowl is still enjoying this show a lot and wishes everybody talked like this.

(After the stream he went home with Soundwave to play with dominos.)

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Malika: ((Omg, I forgot this website exist XD)) Roadbuster: (( OH IVE NEVER SEEN THIS WEBSITE BEFORE!)) B l u r r: [[ HIIII ]] Malika: ((THE WHOLE FAMILY IS HERE-))+ Roadbuster: (( Mali u can sit in Roadie's lap or on his shoulder)) Malika: *sitting on Road's shoulder* Malika: ((decided the shoulder because yesss)) Whirl: (9WHIRL GONNA BE MAKING THIS FACE AT U BLURR ALL NIGHT: Whirl: http://i3.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/000/257/968/786.jpg )) B l u r r: [[ sTAHP ]] B l u r r: IS THAT THE PRATT GIF ]] Whirl: ((never)) Whirl: ((different one this time)) B l u r r: [[ JFC ]] Malika: (( HAHAHAHAHHAH OMG THAT FACE)) Roadbuster: (( This is roadies first movie night. dont weird him out)) B l u r r: [[ OH WELCOME TO THE EMPEROR ]] Whirl: ((BACILLY)) Whirl: ((if i could spell... it'd be a good day... ok lemme go get my dinner made and I'll brb)) Malika: ((Also for Mali- *rofl*)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ohoho i see there's a someone here)) Malika: *moving her head as she was dancing* ((Hellow!)) Whirl: *gonna trot right in--OHO WHO IS THIS* Whirl: *his capacity for expression is limited but his optic is curved into the gleeful expression that would otherwise translate into a huge grin as he makes he way to the Whirl Hammock* Evening, Teach. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave trudges in and parks himself on his usual couch. Rumble rushes over to his brother and is about to give him a huge hug when he remembers he's in public. He punches Frenzy hi instead.* B l u r r: / Here he comes. Skidding in at speeds not usual for him. Slides and smoke comes off his pedes. He looks AWFUL but he's hERE / Malika: Don't mind me and Roadbuster, if you want to hug each other just do it *and what was that fooooor* Malika: Welcome back Blurr~ Whirl: *whoop, if blurr wasn't here then whirl will not have said that BUT NOW HE WILL* B l u r r: / vENTS / B l u r r: Hello, cretin... Malika: *She smiled like the lil *** she is* Whirl: ((ok... we haven't written these threads yet but whirl WAS on earth with Blurr. Should we assume he's met RB, aside from that one ask?)) Whirl: ((What about Malika? :|a or would they have kept her away from this hot mess?)) B l u r r: [[ im sure RB remembers Whirl ]] B l u r r: [[ Malika is a recent meet for Blurr, so u probably didn't meet her! ]] Whirl: ((although whirl does look A Lot Different now that he's not in earth disguise)) B l u r r: [[ true ]] Malika: ((Do as you wish guys~ there is always time for meet each other 8D )) FakeProwl: *appears. surveys room; sits with Soundwave* Whirl: ((o7 i just wanted to know where we should be re: who knows who)) B l u r r: [[ yeh yeh ]] B l u r r: [[ lemme know when yall are ready ! ]] Whirl: ((i am!)) Roadbuster: The wrecker sat at the side with a cutious glare at all the others who had arrived. Cautiously holding a servo uo to keep the girl on his shoulder. " This'll be fun right?" ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pings Prowl. Is it safe to get comfortable or should he not today?* Whirl: *get settled in his hammock and is outwardly calm except for his ever-present "smile"* @Blurr: Hot DAMN Teach, way to go! Roadbuster: ((ready!)) B l u r r: @Whirl: :: DO NOT :: ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i am ready i think)) B l u r r: / making a face. He looks like he's been dragged through energon and dirt / B l u r r: / dusts armor off / Whirl: @Blurr: Do not what? Eh? Ehh? Afraid I'll embarrass you in front of your new beau? B l u r r: @Whirl: :: I'm not afraid . :: B l u r r: / aHEM. Waves claw at Roadie and Malika / Malika: ((ready!)) Whirl: @Blurr: Anyway, the only thing I said was way to go. *his optic immediately rounds into an innocent expression* @B: I'll behave. You know ME... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy stretches tiredly and blinks at Roadbuster and... a fleshling? Yeah, all right. Must be an Autobot pet.* B l u r r: / stares at whirl for a moment B l u r r: /* Malika: *She just stay quiet, looking at the guys presents there, waving a hand to everyone, specially to Blurr* Oooh this will be very fun for sure brobuster~ FakeProwl: ((ready!)) Whirl: *THE MOST INNOCENT OF LOOKS* B l u r r: Well, before we start... /ahem. Rolls a shoulder, cracking it in place / Roadbuster: * nodding at Blurr* Hey lad. B l u r r: Frenzy and I had a great time. FakeProwl: *it takes longer than usual to decide. but then he pings an affirmative and leans lightly on Soundwave.* Whirl: *stops silently tormenting Blurr long enough to zoop his neck out of the hammock and look a Frenzy* Oh, yeah. You've been away. How's it, mech? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Carefully nudges the back of Prowl's helm with one of his collar plates. Little less public than a full on helm bump.* B l u r r: In any case... I found what I was looking for. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\'S A GOOD TIME.\\ B l u r r: / slow vent / Airachnid: [peeks sneaks in quietly] Whirl: Yeah, Blurr always knows how to have a good time. FakeProwl: *a fleeting moment of almost-tension that he quickly surpresses. sorry. bit close to the neck.* B l u r r: / shifts and flops down onto the couch / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ah. He didn't mean to set that off. Next time he'll find a different way.* Roadbuster: That's a great beard i'll admit it! Malika: "What a niiiice guy" she frowned while looking at the guy with the beard Starscream: So how did he get the snake to bite the other human ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy waves up at Blurr.* Starscream: Snakes don B l u r r: / waves at Frenzy / Whirl: *he's gonna shoot one last "grin" Blurr's way--he's fuccin DELIGHTED you guys--and flops back to get comfortable* Starscream: 't seem very co-operative ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU SHOULD SHOW 'EM THE THING.\\ B l u r r: ... Oh, yes! /hops up and moves the chainsaw off his back / Hey mechs. B l u r r: Check this out. Malika: "Oh look, he is clumsy like me!" B l u r r: / rests the chainsaw by his pede and motions to his lower back. It looks like a glowing disk / B l u r r: / It is absolutely, 100% embedded into his back/ Whirl: *cranes his neck up again* Fashion statement? B l u r r: / there are sCARS ON SCARS back here / FakeProwl: *in return, nudges soundwave's arm. no hard feelings.* Whirl: What's it for? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tiny nod.* B l u r r: It increases my speed. Roadbuster: This is whatcha do with the bloody chainsaw? B l u r r: ... No, I kill people with my chainsaw. B l u r r: Thank you very much. Malika: *stares with a questioning look to Blurr* Whirl: *snickers* So what, now, you can go the speed of light? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU SHOULD SEE IT.\\ B l u r r: I can go much faster than before, plus still absorb speed. Starscream: ((blurr solves his problems with a chainsaw~)) B l u r r: K-Kyehehehheheh... It work-wo-works. /swats his helm/ WORKS. Malika: ((Definitely XDDD)) B l u r r: Pits... Whirl: *tilts his head* ...You all right? B l u r r: I'm fine. Roadbuster: Ya see there? The younglin is smarter than the average adult male? Sad Malika: I agree Whirl: The baby? The baby's the best character. Starscream: How can the adults be this stupid Malika: They can, trust me B l u r r: Most humans are stupid. Roadbuster: Because they're human. No offence Mali Malika: .... unfortunately Blurr is right B l u r r: K-Kyehheheh. Whirl: *now turns his attention to Malika* I've seen the big guy before, but you're new, twerp. What's your story? Starscream: Yes but the adults shouldn't be stupider than the children ItsyBitsySpyers: =They should smell him.= Airachnid: I think that is the common theme in this program. Malika: Age is not always important *replied to Starscream before looking at Whirl+ I'm a... uhm, the human sister of Roadbuster. He lives inside my house and we help each other against our common enemies. Ki Malika: kinda the long story tho Roadbuster: Well with a bloody name like that fer a reptile. I can see why it's bein framed Shockbox: ((mmmmmhello people I took a nap for too long.)) Whirl: *small snort of amusement* And does the human sister of Roadbuster have a name...? Or should I just call you "twerp?" Roadbuster: /glares at Whirl/ ONLY I CAN CALL HER A TWERP LAD! KEEP IN YER LANE! B l u r r: HEY! ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Poor human investigation ability must aggravate Prowl. Malika: HEEEEYYY!!! *She frowned much more at Roadbuster*.... Anyway I'm Malika *forgot to rant against roady* Whirl: *glances briefly at Roadbuster, somewhat annoyed... but doesn't rise to it, even if he wants to; he's not here to rile up Blurr's beau* Whirl: *so, he just ignores him. Please appreciate this monumental expression of restraint, Blurr* Malika, then. I... Whirl: *draws himself up and drapes a claw over his chest* Am Ultra Magnus. B l u r r: ... Oh for pit sake. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble giggles* Roadbuster: Yah got ALOT of nerve! B l u r r: / sticks a claw in Roadie's face / ShhhHHHHH. Starscream: It's like watching a room full of Megatrons trying to solve a problem FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Very much so.» Whirl: *puts on an Innocent Expression* Who, me? The Big M himself? Professional killjoy, Duly Appointed Enforcr of the Tyrest Accord? Whirl: I'm made of nerves, mech. Shockbox: *Quietly slips in.* Malika: Okay "Magnus", don't made my brother mad, please-- Malika: *and she was ironic by calling out that name* Whirl: We'll see, Little M. But no promises. Whirl: *he blinks. That was a wink but he only has one eye* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why would carnivores follow fruits.]] Roadbuster: / swatting the claw out of his face. averts back to the show/ So done with this! FakeProwl: Are all snakes carnivores? Shockbox: @Soundwave: Should I ask for a summary after the showing? B l u r r: / vents and flops next to Roadbuster / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He has never seen human media with snakes that aren't.]] Starscream: I would assume so ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[A good idea.]] Whirl: *settles again, peeping over the top of his hammock and watching Blurr and RB* Whirl: (( whirl rn: http://www.awesomeinventions.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/loki-hammock.jpg )) Roadbuster: /leans close to Blurr's helm and whispers/ I'm gonna fight a *** soon lad.../plops helm ontop of Blurr's B l u r r: / flickers optic. Reaches up. Pat pat helm with claw / Whirl isn't harmless, but he's just poking fun. He's a good friend of mine. Malika: *Funny fact is that she is listening both of them, since she is on Road's shoulder, but she is concentrated with the show* Shockbox: *Pings acknowledgement, trusting he'll get caught up eventually.* Whirl: Best. Character. Malika: What the- I want that baby. Roadbuster: You are that baby, whatcha on about? Malika: I don't fix thing with only my single mouth... uh. B l u r r: Teeth are perfect weapons. B l u r r: / taps his own / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage yawns and shows off his* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And Soundwave just silently agrees* Malika: This man is such a failure Whirl: ((NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE)) Malika: Oh! It's Blurr and me B l u r r: [[ LMFAO ]] B l u r r: ... That was not how I reacted to you. Starscream: Teeth are awful weapons, only for use when you are unlucky enough to have nothing else Malika: ((Sorry but I had to LMAO) FakeProwl: *covers his mouth* Whirl: I prefer claws to teeth, personally. Roadbuster: He's a terrible actor right now! Roadbuster: or Roadbuster: he's suppose ta be over reactin? FakeProwl: ((... did the stream die or did my internet die)) Airachnid: When you have nothing else, you take what you can get. B l u r r: He's a terrible murderr-rrrr-r. /rubs helm / ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i think your net died)) B l u r r: [[ nooo ;A; ]] Starscream: ((you i think)) Whirl: ((it's running for me)) Malika: ((It's running to me o,o)) B l u r r: [[ shall i pause? ]] Roadbuster: (( IT MESSED FOR ME!)) Malika: ((Pause pause)) ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird is nice and Bird knowing picking locks.}} FakeProwl: ((it was my internet)) B l u r r: [[ is it back for you guys? ]] Whirl: Also, Little M, here's a tip to hekp you with your every day life: Don't listen to a single thing he *points at Starscream* Says. Whirl: ((I'm still runnin! )) Starscream: Shut up! Whirl: As you can see, I am doing that right now, by ignoring what he tells me. Airachnid: Very sound advice. Malika: Ow... why so? *she is curious anyway, in fact is looking now toward Starscream* What have you done to him for having such a teatment? Starscream: Shut up, both of you! Whirl: See? Another ringing endorsement. Airachnid: He exists. That's what he's done. Whirl: That's about the long and short of it, yep. Starscream: I hate you Whirl: You can join the club, mech. Malika: .. Don't know if feeling bad for him or not.. *here an indecisive human girl* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[These human younglings have promising futures. If they can evade this Count.]] Shockbox: *thinking reptile-related thoughts.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY SHOULDA PUNCHED 'EM.\\ Malika: Of course the young ones follows the bad guy Malika: SEE BRO? I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE THEN! B l u r r: YOU shouldn't be following bad guys, either. FakeProwl: ... He's larger than them and he has a knife, why are they going after him. B l u r r: That's why you ended up in MY ship. Starscream: Because no one in this show is smart Whirl: Hey, you shouldn't back down just because someone is bigger than you are, and is better-armed. Fight em anyway! Malika: Ehy, first of all, you picked me up, second.... well, it ended well for Roadbuster- Whirl: *SNICKERS* B l u r r: ... Shut up. Whirl: I'LL say it did. Whirl: I'll say it ended well for BOTH of em. B l u r r: / flickers optic / IT ENDED Airachnid: You can always outsmart them if you have nothing else. B l u r r: IN GENERAL Malika: *Smiling again and again~* Whirl: *he'd high five you, Malika, if he could reach you. ...and if he had fingers* B l u r r: [[ is it working again? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Is fascinated by this background spy business* FakeProwl: ((fine here)) B l u r r: [[ mkay ]] Malika: *She'd do the same, if she wasn't such a smol potato* Airachnid: [it reminds of the war. good times] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Where are they keeping these?]] Malika: eh... who has it much more longer? Airachnid: [alright, that was amusing] B l u r r: / scratches finial B l u r r: I have more weapons on me than that. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes, but you are not a human.]] Malika: hopefully not hided in weird places... because it looked like they did ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They do not have subspace pockets.]] B l u r r: Hnnh. B l u r r: [[ do you guys want a break? ]] B l u r r: [[ before the next ep? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yes please)) Shockbox: (( a good time for shockbox to get caught up?)) Shockbox: (( and by extension, me? )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((let me brb and yes i can catch you up)) Shockbox: (( much appreciated. )) FakeProwl: ((brb, laundry)) Malika: I should watch series more often with you Blurr, they're kinda amusing B l u r r: ... Hnh? Whirl: *hops up, streeetches, and then trots out into the hallway to pace* B l u r r: / stretches out legs and arms. / Malika: I don't spend my time too much over tv-series... too many books to read and passing my free time by playing games B l u r r: I spend a lot of time, more recently. B l u r r: I won't have time anymore, though... Malika: Why so? A lot of works to do? B l u r r: ... I just got a lot of work B l u r r: Killing that mech came with a lot of reward. B l u r r: But the reward is more than I thought... Malika: Uh? which mech? Reward? Whirl: *tots back in and goes to lea on Blurr's couch* So, who DID you kill, anyway? B l u r r: ... Thundertron. Whirl: Hmm. Never heard of him. B l u r r: Never going to. B l u r r: He's dead. Whirl: *LAUGHS* B l u r r: Hanging on my wall in my trophy room. Whirl: Nice, mech. NICE. *swivels his helm to regard Frenzy* Did you knock off a good chunk, too? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\NAW. THUNDERTRON WAS BLURR.\\ B l u r r: Tore his spine right out... took a heavy beating, though. Malika: Oh YES! This soundtrack! ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[Where were you last?]] B l u r r: /vents and rubs helm. Makes a buzzing sound. Swats helm / ItsyBitsySpyers: ((and whirl HAS heard of him heh Soundwave mentioned him before)) Malika: .... *Hiding under Roadbuster's arm while listening how he killed the mech* FakeProwl: ((back)) B l u r r: [[ wb! ]] Whirl: ((whirl..................... probably forgot)) B l u r r: [[ is everyone back? ]] Whirl: (( 8);; )) Malika: ((wb!)) Shockbox: @Soundwave: I arrived just as the "authorities" arrived to assist with the snake infestation. Whirl: ((wb!)) B l u r r: [[ Roadie's net went pfft so he went to fight it ]] Whirl: *he "smiles" at Fenzy but Blurr's swatting has his attention again* ...you haven't seen a medic yet, have you. B l u r r: Yes, yes I did. Whirl: And I mean a REAL one, not PISTON. Malika: ((Nuuuuu unluckyyy)) B l u r r: Axis installed the upgrade in me. B l u r r: He said it might cause some problems. B l u r r: [[ OKIE is everyone ready? ]] Whirl: Well, be careful with your head, you might knock something loose. Malika: ((I am!)) Whirl: ((I am!)) Airachnid: ye)) Shockbox: (( soundwave is writing a summary of everything shockbox missed)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[And before that?]] Malika: ((Airachnid, a question, you're the same that roleplayed with me? o3o)) Airachnid: different one)) FakeProwl: ((ye)) B l u r r: [[ Spider friends ]] Malika: ((Aye oke, just wondering XD nice to meet ya anyway)) Shockbox: @Soundwave: ..I believe I may have missed an entire episode before this last one. Whirl: *that will be the extent of his fretting; instead he nods and makes his way back to his hammock* Oi, Frenzy--you gotta tell me about it sometime. The juicy bits! Airachnid: -fingerguns- hmu anytime url is rapaxregina for ever more spider goodness)) B l u r r: / vents/ In any case, I told him to just install it. B l u r r: I didn't want it to wait. B l u r r: Besides... I have an entire fleet. /scrubs faceplate/ I have to look... impressive. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THERE WAS LOADSA JUICE. I'LL TELL YA EVERYTHIN'.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave vents softly in amusement at the news station slogan* Whirl: *nods gleefully; if he had fingers, he'd make finger-guns. Instead, he clambers back into his hammock* Whirl: Yeah well. Be careful. FakeProwl: *also amused at slogan. snorts.* B l u r r: I'm careful.. Whirl: *LAUGHS* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[DAMACLES.]] B l u r r: / he is nEVER CAREFUL / Whirl: *TOSSES IS HEAD BACK AND FLOPS BONELESSLY INTO HIS HAMMOCK, GUFFAWING* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Like the satellite weapon. For Primus' sake.]] B l u r r: ... Whirl: *WHEEZING NOISES* B l u r r: ... /vents / FakeProwl: ... Nice shot. Whirl: *flops completely, offlining his optic. Feigning death* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockbox: [[The human children escaped the Count human's marriage plot and were sent to a new human who cared for them very much and treated them well. Count Olaf appeared in-- Whirl: *Blurr has made him laugh himself to death* ItsyBitsySpyers: disguise, convinced the man to let him stay around, and murdered him.]] B l u r r: ... /crosses his arms and leans back in his seat / Malika: Why when I call for a taxy i have to wait 2 hours and they have it... right away? Movies.. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage pins his audials back. Running over a cat? How dare.* B l u r r: What I MEANT was... I can be. /rubbing his helm / Whirl: *miraculously is revived, raising his head* I'll believe it when I see it. B l u r r: / makes a face/ The installation of the upgrade was careless on my part. Shockbox: (( /WHEEZE )) B l u r r: [[ LMAO ] ItsyBitsySpyers: //That's rough, buddy.// FakeProwl: ((LOL)) Starscream: ((back)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((wb)) Shockbox: (( yeah wb. )) Malika: ((welcome back)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Holy scrap.// Whirl: Yeah, well, if you keep having issues, just. Do us all a favor and make sure to get it looked at? Yeah? B l u r r: ... Yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He needs a sign like that.]] Shockbox: *He pings a thanks to Soundwave.* Shockbox: (( screaming when you catch yourself in the mirror? honestly, me too. )) Whirl: Well... you've got a master plaque-maker in your ranks, Soundwave. Malika: ((XDDD when I wake up in the morning and I'm ill, lmao)) Malika: What a beautiful view... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Buzzsaw. When you have a free moment not working on that throne, please.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks at Prowl and tilts his helm.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: Prowl wants similar plaque also? Whirl: Throne? *looks to Buzzsaw* Who're you making a throne for? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Thinks it might be useful with the Constructicons* ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Not Thundertron.{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEH HEH.\\ Whirl: HAH. B l u r r: KYAHAHAHHA!!! B l u r r: Part of him has become part of mine! Whirl: ...Blurr, do you have a THRONE? Malika: part of him.. and his throne B l u r r: Yes, I do. Whirl: Ugh. FakeProwl: Mm... No, thank you. I think my face does the job well enough. Whirl: You're lucky I like you. Malika: Yes he do, and it's kinda cool B l u r r: I made it... for Optimus. B l u r r: But, I brought it with me when... I left. Malika: that woman has problems oh my god. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Uncertain waver. Is he allowed to be amused by that?* Whirl: Well. Extenuating circumstances aside--UGH. B l u r r: /shrugs / FakeProwl: *tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth. he was joking. so yes.* B l u r r: I don't sit in it. Whirl: Good. Whirl: Then I've lost no respect for you. B l u r r: I'm a pirate Captain, I've no time to command from a chair. Whirl: Oh, my god. Airachnid: Is this Ultra Magnus? Whirl: Th--YES. HA/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Then as soon as he spots the twitch he will nod and huff softly* Whirl: *points at Airachnid* Either she's Ultra Magnus or his perfect mate. Malika: I agree she is Ultra Magnus in disguise Airachnid: Indeed. B l u r r: ...Ew, what is that? B l u r r: [[ THE BABY ]] B l u r r: [[ THAT FACE ]] Malika: ((PRICELESS)) FakeProwl: ... What's the Wesleyan semicolon? Whirl: (9SO GOOD)) Malika: That baby's face is my face when Ultra Magnus explain me things. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He... he does not know. Perhaps it is related to the Oxford comma.]] Airachnid: "Joy" and "grammar" do not belong together. Malika: Well.. it depends from people to people... I guess ItsyBitsySpyers: ((oop it ded)) Malika: ((Omg is black for me D: )) FakeProwl: ((ye)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it has joined the baudelaires' parents)) FakeProwl: ((it's in peru)) Whirl: ((ye sorry it die)) Whirl: ((i'm being distracted by my vinegaroon)) FakeProwl: ((what's it doing)) Malika: ((guess internet died for Blurr perhaps? :c )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it ain't watchin' ASoUE)) FakeProwl: ((yeah they said comcast is being shiitty)) Malika: //Dow!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well, while that goes on.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): What progress, Iacon? Rebuilding, learning, social - negative, public views? Malika: *she snorts* now I get why I hate streaming stuff, can happen everything. Like now. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Rebuilding is going... as well as can be expected.» B l u r r: [[ HOLA ]] Shockbox: (( hello. )) B l u r r: [[ now LS is screwing up 8') ]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I have informed the crew that was assigned to me that I don't have any idea what I'm doing, and since then they've been very helpful and instructive.» B l u r r: [[ SIGHS LOUDLY ]] B l u r r: [[ LISTEN HERE COMCAST. LS. ]] B l u r r: [[ BLURRS LAST NIGHT IS NOW. STAHP ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sits up slightly straighter in surprise.* B l u r r: [[ okay are we back ? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((back here)) FakeProwl: ((looks like it)) Malika: (( I'm here!)) FakeProwl: ((we cut off somewhere during mr snicket's speech)) B l u r r: [[ back more? ]] FakeProwl: ((close enough)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): This, unexpected. Prowl's stress levels lowered? Public notices improvement? FakeProwl: *wan smile* @Soundwave «I wasn't making much progress pretending I was an expert.» ItsyBitsySpyers: [[So the narrator *is* a character.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Going to record that smile even if it's not the kind he most likes.* FakeProwl: ... Momento Morris' Souvenirs. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ha.]] Malika: HOLI ***! Even this woman like Magnus loves weird stuff! Whirl: Our Magnus isn't quite this... eccentric. Starscream: At least she tried Whirl: *they have only one junkhound on the LL* Malika: Well neither mine is eccentric, fortunately Airachnid: At least she has more of a personality than Ultra Magnus. Malika: .....poor Magnus *she makes a sad face* Whirl: Eh, he deserves it Whirl: Ours does, at least. Airachnid: Don't bother pitying him. Starscream: She reminds me of my Demolisher Starscream: Insane B l u r r: My Magnus has no face... Whirl: And...? Whirl: *tilts his helm* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: Soundwave, pleased construction crew helps. Perhaps appropriate response: appreciative gesture? B l u r r: I wonder how he's doing these days... FakeProwl: @Soundwave «It's improved the work. I don't think the public's noticed that the pace has increased, but they're complaining less about me.» B l u r r: He's stopped looking for me FakeProwl: *glances at Soundwave «What sort of appreciative gesture?» Whirl: *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Safe cr--!]] Whirl: *Sunny is such the best character* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Good. The fewer complaints, the better.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //How d'ya know he stopped lookin' for ya if ya ain't seen him?// B l u r r: I don't think he's interested in me anymore. /scrubs faceplate/ B l u r r: But, I also don't think he could stand up against the fleet I stole. Whirl: Trust me, Teach. That's a good thing. Whirl: We could all benefir with a little less Ultra Magnus in our lives. B l u r r: Kyeheh FakeProwl: She's going to die. Whirl: Yep. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...What quality fuel construction crew given? Another question: This, first project together? ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's poking over a few small ideas* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It does seem to be a running theme.]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I don't know. But better than I have access to, I have little doubt.» Whirl: That's what happens when you get youself twitterpated. Whirl: Well. Siome of the time. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Captain Sham! Oh, he loves the language humor so much.* B l u r r: ... eugh. Malika: this guy... is worst than the Team Rocket Whirl: Oh lord. They're terrible. Whirl: They're the WORST. Airachnid: This is getting absurd. B l u r r: [[ im that seller ]] Malika: *she facepalmed for at least three times* Whirl: ((FISH HEADS FISH HEADS EAT THEM UP YUM)) B l u r r: [[ at work ]] Whirl: ((I SEE WHAT U DID THERE SHOW)) B l u r r: [[ I have limes. I sell limes ]] Whirl: ((MAN THEY COULD NOT HAVE CAST cOUNT oLAF BETTER)) Whirl: ((NPH is a damned gift)) B l u r r: [[ I KNOW RIGHT ]] FakeProwl: ((he is)) Malika: ....*her brain totally ran off because of the show* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Perhaps celebration required when initial project completed. Malika: OMG- the grammaaaaaaar Whirl: Someone put me out of my misery. Whirl: Who wants to kill me. Malika: after me thanks Whirl: How about you kill me, and then we get someone else to kill you. Malika: and this is how "a ship is sailed", HA-HA FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I doubt it'll be within my authority to offer it.» Malika: ..how am I supposed to kill you if I'm such an insect compared to your size? B l u r r: You'd be surprised. Whirl: Yeah. A single scraplet could kill me. Whirl: If I sit really still you can probably stuff a bomb in my vestigial fuel intake or something... Malika: Those cute things called scraplet~ Malika: eww.. no thanks, not into killing people randomly for real B l u r r: ... /makes a face/ What an awful name. Whirl: The ones from his dimension--*nods to Soundwave* Are ADORABLE. With the teeth? Whirl: Ours ae microscopic. B l u r r: How are they all so stupid? Malika: good question Blurr Whirl: This obviously isn't meant to be a hyper-realistic television series, Teach. B l u r r: [[ i love that that kid is literally the guy from Jurassic World ]] Whirl: It's, y'know, kinda darkly whimsical. Whirl: The incredible contrivances, themselves, are part of the humor FakeProwl: *has prowl mentioned lately that he's really enjoying the dialogue? because he's really enjoying the dialogue* B l u r r: ... He's obnoxious. Airachnid: Extremely. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl's position: foreman. If held on work site, small celebration: motivational move. Prowl useless if construction crew mutinies. Good leadership knows encouragement value. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Perhaps Starscream knows this too. Starscream: even Megatron knows that much, he doesn't use it, but he knows it Whirl: *is genuinely enjoying the multi-layered and very clever presentation of this show* Malika: ((Sorry guys, but I'm in need of lay on bed @.@ Mali will fall asleep or just be silent while watching the show. Have a nice time!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((byeeee)) B l u r r: [[ okie dokie! Bye Mali!! ]] Starscream: ((bye)) Whirl: ((Nice meeting ya! Have a good night!)_) Airachnid: bye!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird knowing this trick! Alternate did! Is fake suicide.}} FakeProwl: ((gnight)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I'm a foreman under house arrest. I don't have the authority to choose to stay after work, much less to arrange a party.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Patiently* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): That, reason Starscream contact suggested. B l u r r: [[ okay i shall end it here unless you guys want one more ]] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «The workers under me know I'm under arrest too. They understand I can't give them anything outside of work.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Suggest photo opportunity. Share across planet. Whirl: 9(i'm fine either way!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'll go with majority opinion)) Airachnid: fine with me)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «And if I did receive permission from Starscream to stay late, that would expose to all of Iacon that I have more freedom to move than they thought.» B l u r r: [[ u guys r not great w/ decisions ]] B l u r r: [[ neither am i ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Vent.* FakeProwl: ((gimme a second to move my laundry forward and then i'm ready)) B l u r r: mmkay. ]] B l u r r: lemme know ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *If he could just - but no. No tampering with the population.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Understood. Soundwave will continue thinking. B l u r r: Ahh... /gets up and zooms across the room for energon / B l u r r: / zoom zoom / ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEH HEH.\\ FakeProwl: ((back. the dryer was still being used.)) B l u r r: [[ hallo! ]] B l u r r: [[ want to wait?? oo; ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU LOVE THAT FRAGGIN' THING.\\ B l u r r: [[ or are yall good to start? ]] B l u r r: ... /looks at Frenzy/ Guilty. FakeProwl: ((no need to wait, i have no clue when it'll be available)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... You needn't be overly concerned. Thus far, everything is progressing smoothly. It isn't fast, but I never predicted it would be.» Whirl: ((i'm fine for one more if everyone else is)) B l u r r: I do rather love it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks at him from one side of his visor and then the other* B l u r r: It's made me much faster than I thought. B l u r r: /zooms back over and flops down / B l u r r: I wonder what its limits are... ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): As Prowl wishes. *slow helm bob* Inform if decision changes. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I'll let you know.» ItsyBitsySpyers: \\PROBABLY YA DON'T WANNA DO THAT IN HERE. GONNA SMASH INTO A WALL.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\TEST IT, LIKE... ON A TRACK.\\ B l u r r: ... True. Starscream: That is a very distinct outline in the window Whirl: Listen to Frenzy. Frenzy is wise. B l u r r: I don't know. I'm not a racer. Whirl: *flops back completely, relaxing into the hammock* ItsyBitsySpyers: //I ain't never heard nobody say that before.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //I can die havin' heard everythin' now.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble glances to Soundwave* //Beat ya to it, Boss.// Whirl: *snickers* Whirl: I dunno, there's plenty of things I'VE never said before, Rumble. Airachnid: It's obviously forged come on. Whirl: *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah? Whatcha ain't said yet?// Whirl: I dunno. Various... colors. Whirl: I've never gotten twitterpated and said outrageously mushys tuff. *sly glance to Blurr* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pffftheheheh.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Like what?// B l u r r: ... I don't say mushy stuff. ItsyBitsySpyers: *She wrote it with errors on purpose?* Whirl: *innocent look* We're talking about me, not you, Blurr. Whirl: Why would you think we're talking about you? B l u r r: ... you looked at me. Whirl: I was looking forward. i's hard to tell where exactly I'm staring. Whirl: And... hmm. Whirl: *tries to think of something mushy* B l u r r: ... /frowns / B l u r r: I've no reason to say mushy things anyway ItsyBitsySpyers: //Have ya ever said, uh, uh... "Oh, my truest love, I'da thrown myself on a knife for ya, but there wasn't none so I threw myself on the berth instead?// Whirl: SNICKERS. Whirl: * add those Whirl: No, no... let's see. If I was trying to woo someone... FakeProwl: ((and now we've all heard whirl shout "snickers")) FakeProwl: ((we truly have heard everything tonight)) B l u r r: yes ]] Whirl: ((it is Done. the pact is sealed)) Airachnid: byotiful)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He knows of that plant.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He likes that plant.]] FakeProwl: Yes, we saw a musical about it. Whirl: *SQUINTS* I'd... say.. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No, no. That was an alien plant.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[These are Earthen.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...But he likes that one too.]] Whirl: ... Whirl: I don't know what I'd say. Starscream: It seems like every day for him ItsyBitsySpyers: //Aw, c'mon. Ya gotta know somethin'. What's - what's somethin' you'd wanna get told?// Whirl: *thinks again* ItsyBitsySpyers: //'N you too, Blurr. I wanna hear this.// Whirl: I guess... 'You fight good?'" Whirl: ((line picked from Mulan on purpose)) Whirl: Or wait, no. No. 'You kick some SERIOUS aft.' ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SOUNDS GOOD T' ME.\\ B l u r r: ... What? Whirl: Okay, wait, o. I've got it. If someone was trying to woo me, this is what they'd need to say--you ready? You ready for this? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Mush, Blurr. I wanna hear it. 'N yeah, I'm ready.// B l u r r: ... /makes a face/ I don't... I don't know. Whirl: *deep breath* Whirl: Killer moves. Whirl: That's my signal. Whirl: And, pfft, how do you not know, Blurr? *I* have an excuse. You don't Airachnid: Do you mean in actual fighting... or by dance? Because I am not too bad at either. Whirl: We-ell... I don't DANCE... *A LIE* But mostly fighting. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble throws his hands up in the air. How is HE the mushiest bot in this room?* Whirl: *WHIRL HAS NEVE BEEN IN A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP U GOTTA GIVE HIM A DAMN BREAK* Airachnid: [trust me you do not want to flirt with Airachnid] Whirl: *you underestmate whirl* Whirl: *he MIGHT, Airachnid... he might* B l u r r: ... I don't know what tosay. Airachnid: [and she will not mind that] B l u r r: / crosses arms over his chassis / Whirl: *it would end in blood. But that might not be a bad thing* Airachnid: [that's a good thing, for her] B l u r r: /vents/ B l u r r: / thinking/ ... B l u r r: /waves claw/ I don't know what to say. I have nothing to say. FakeProwl: ((i appreciate u, moby dick fanboy)) Whirl: *ah, he's back. and still so bad with his claws. MEMORIES~* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Airachnid? Prowl? Nobody?// ItsyBitsySpyers: *He shakes his helm* B l u r r: Well, I mean... FakeProwl: What? *wasn't paying attention* Whirl: Hey, I told you mine. Whirl: *blinks at* B l u r r: It depends on what you'd want me to say. B l u r r: Mushy isn't... descriptive. Whirl: Was that not GOOD enough? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Naw, you're excused. Ya got somethin'.// Whirl: *nods; GOOD* Whirl: *He happens to think "killer moves" is VERY romantic* Airachnid: [likewise] B l u r r: / vents. / ItsyBitsySpyers: //I was testin' how good you big fraggers is at mushin' at some mech.// Whirl: I'm sure that when I do it I'll be okay. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LMAO THE BABY)) Whirl: I've not tried yet. Whirl: ((THE BABY)) B l u r r: [[ the baby jfc ]] FakeProwl: Oh. ... I'm awful. B l u r r: ... I can be poetic at the best of times. Whirl: So you SAY, and yet I know you've landed at least TWO. Pfft. Whirl: *gestures to Soundwave* Airachnid: Mainly, mecha flirt with ME first and try to impress me. B l u r r: ... what? Whirl: Clearly--*dryly* ou're doing SOMETHING right, prowl./ Whirl: ((wow my typing is horrible. forgive me. i got into the rum)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((thiiiis backfired on me)) Whirl: ((as per usual)) Whirl: ((HAHAHA)) Whirl: ((you thought whirl would just gloat over Blurr's relationship... PLOT TWIST EVERYBODY'S ON BLAST TONIGHT)) FakeProwl: I can assure you, it's not mush. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Poetic? Yeah? Ya remember any?// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy gives Airachnid a thumb up. THat's the way to do it.* B l u r r: ... I remember plenty. Whirl: Mushy ENOUGH Airachnid: [she appreciates the gesture Frenzy] Whirl: All you mecha are mushy in SOME way. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage snorts.* Whirl: Even you, Airachnid. I seen the way you look at those videos of ratchet* Airachnid: [she wants to be mad, but he has a point] Whirl: *sly look* Airachnid: What can I say? He's charming. At least the one I'm courting. B l u r r: Like when I told JT that his optics burned into me like the smelting pit, eating my polymer through and melting my wiring. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ha! Ya *do* got somethin'.// Airachnid: Well, he wooed me first. Whirl: *clicks his claws in the closest approximation of a fingr gun* Mech, allow me to wish you the best of luck. Whirl: *to Airachnid, of course* Whirl: And yeah, teach, that ain't bad. B l u r r: ... /pulls leg up. Props chin on his knee/ B l u r r: My best comes out with Optimus Prime, I suppose. B l u r r: / dims optic/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble pings the Boss an apology for getting them dragged in. Soundwave forwards it to the appropriate party.* Whirl: Optimus... was. Whirl: Interesting. *optic contracts* FakeProwl: *small nod* B l u r r: They all were interesting at some point... Whirl: *pauses; has he playfully tormented everyone in the room over their romanic relations yet? Every one he knows of, at least* Whirl: *settles in, satisfied; his work is done* B l u r r: [[ A JET SKI ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble wisely does not mention his own.* Whirl: *he knows about Frenzy's... I don't think he kniws about Rumble's. YET* FakeProwl: ... she could hsave saved the children a load of trouble by ripping off the bottom of the letter before faking her death. Whirl: *fo the record. everyone here has permission to turn the tables, if the opportunity arises* Whirl: *if whirl gets twitter[ated he'll take his medicine gracefully* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yet another incompetent elder human.]] Starscream: As in sword of damoclese Starscream: hmmm Whirl: *perks up* Whirl: *do we get to see leeches devour someone* FakeProwl: ... Why didn't she tell them she ate a banana?! They could have spared an hour. Whirl: ... Whirl: Aww!~ Whirl: They're precious! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What lovely maws.]] Whirl: I know, right? Airachnid: How adorable. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They remind him of the drillers.]] Whirl: Also precious. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...If drillers were wiggling flesh creatures.]] Whirl: *a very insightful little line there* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i fell into a coughing fit what did i miss)) B l u r r: ... what a romantic pair. / vents/ FakeProwl: ((they caught the attention of a ferry)) Whirl: ((r u ok dude?:<)) FakeProwl: ((their parents are overhead in a plane but missed them)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((allergies/cold)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg so their parents aren't dead?)) Whirl: ((*pats u*)) B l u r r: [[ their parents are alive! ]] FakeProwl: ((that was in like episode 2. the people who escaped jail, ended up coming out of a door next to a waterfall, and got in a brawl in a peruvian bar were their parents)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i missed hearing that was who they were aaaaah)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\PUNCH HIS LIGHTS OUT\\ Whirl: Do it!\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\STUFF A MUFFIN IN HIS MOUTH 'N SHOVE HIM IN THE WATER\\ FakeProwl: Stop ranting at him and do something before he shoves you off the boat. B l u r r: Kill him, you slagger. Whirl: Strangle him! Whirl: Bust his teeth out! Whirl: Take that match and shove it in his eye! B l u r r: ... /makes a face / Whirl: Wasted opportunity. Whirl: So... Whirl: Magnus Schmagnus. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\RULES SCHMULES.\\ Whirl: Hell yeah! ItsyBitsySpyers: \\...I LIKE IT.\\ Whirl: Frenzy. Mech. I missed you. B l u r r: Oh for pit sake. B l u r r: I had to deal with this the whole time Whirl: *snickers* FakeProwl: ... Look at that. They're absorbing educational TV. B l u r r: / doesn't sound too disappointed / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy looks horrified by Prowl's comment* Whirl: *we learned good* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\EDUCATIONAL TV, SCHMEDUCATIONAL TV.\\ Whirl: HAHA! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy giggles and holds his hands out to Blurr and Whirl for slapping* B l u r r: / slaps his hand all the same / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave just gives his helm a little shake* Airachnid: It's impossible. Whirl: *aps his claw into Frenzy's palm* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Wait. Is that true?// B l u r r: He's useless... B l u r r: [[ okay and next stream will be last 2 eps ]] Whirl: *stretches* Whirl: Thanks, Blurr. I missed some of this series, but it's pretty all right. Whirl: @Blurr: And once again... congrats, mech. Whirl: *outwardly he looks like he's nonchalantly clambering out of his hammock* @BLurr: I'm happy for ya. I mean it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave stretches his legs and gives the avatar a quick squeeze with his free arm in case Prowl's about to flicker out.* B l u r r: / makes a face / ItsyBitsySpyers: *The minis slowly rouse themselves too - Frenzy slower than most, as worn out as he is - and slowly make their way toward his couch* B l u r r: @Whirl: :: ... It's complicated. :: FakeProwl: *takes hand and squeezes back* Whirl: @Blurr: Complicated is still SOMETHING, mech. I'm sureyou'll work it out. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Appreciative ping* Whirl: *pauses; he was forced to think about... certain things, this evening, even in jest. It put some stuff into perspective* B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: It isn't... it's different. :: Whirl: @Blurr: Hey. It's SOMETHING. Not all of us are that lucky, mech. At least you've go SOMEONE. Whirl: @Blurr: Fight for him. *affectionately* idiot. B l u r r: / just makes a face. Scrubs faceplate / B l u r r: / looks a lt more tired than before / B l u r r: *lot B l u r r: @Whirl: :: Fight who... there's no one to fight. :: Whirl: @Blurr: Not who. What. B l u r r: / confused noise. Buries helm in claws / Whirl: @Blurr: Look--I've sene you two. Out there on Earth. Lord, I can't believe I gotta be mushy on YOUR behalf--just. Don't let it go, all right? Whirl: @Blurr: some of us never had a chance. Don't waste yours. B l u r r: / more noises / B l u r r: @Whirl: :: We weren't friends on Earth... we just became friends. :: Whirl: @Blurr: And? B l u r r: @ Whirl: : That's all it was supposed to be. :: B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: I drew the line right there, in the dirt. I drew the line and said it was friends. We were friends. :: Whirl: @Blurr: Pfft. Whirl: @Blurr: Look, even I can see that's all wishful thinking. B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: It's complicated ... :: B l u r r: / drags claws down face / Whirl: @Blurr: So make it simple, stupid! God, I don;'t understand you people at all. Whirl: @Blurr: You get something, and then you have to make OBSTACLES for yourselves. So stupid.' Airachnid: [is going to sneak off now, she does wave at Whirl though before departing] Whirl: *bobs his head cordially* B l u r r: @Whirl: :: I didn't make the obstacle... it's just- nevermind. :: B l u r r: / looks worn out / Whirl: @Blurr: No. You're just being stubborn. B l u r r: / and a little spaced out / B l u r r: @Whirl: ::... Nevermind. :: B l u r r: / twitches claws/ @Whirl: :: It's nothing. We're fine. :: Whirl: *even if Blurr seems worn out, Whirl doesn't relent* @Blurr: You can nevermind me all you want, but here's the bottom line: I see what's going on. And if you wanna walk away, fine. Do it. Whirl: @Blurr: But don't you dare blame anyone but yourself, idiot. Not everyone has the chance you do; some of us never will. B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: What if the chance I take is based on something else? :: Whirl: @Blurr: Makes no god damn difference, if you ask me. B l u r r: @ Whirl: :: I know who he is. I know who Roads was. What if my faulty processor can't tell the difference? What if I don't know what I want from THIS one.:: Whirl: @Blurr: Who CARES? B l u r r: / rubbing his temples /@Whirl: :: /I/ CARe. Whirl: @Blurr: if he's happy anf you're happy, who CARES? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Rest needed or projection at Soundwave's possible? B l u r r: / mumbling to himself. / @ Whirl: :: I don't replace people. I won't replace Roads... I can't. :: Whirl: *Whirl cycles a sigh, but that;s the only visible sign of exasperation* ... @Blurr: Okay. Full disclosure: I understand that bit. A little. Whirl: @Blurr: Getting... close to someone. And then being faced with their alternate. I get that. it's... weird. B l u r r: / scrubbing faceplate/ Whirl: @Blurr: But what's happened isn't gonna UN-happen anytime soon. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I could come over for a little bit.» B l u r r: @Whirl: :: ... I know it won't. :: Whirl: @Blurr: So just roll with what you've GOT. If things were as good as you say they were, then he'd want you to be happy, right? That's usually the way things work. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Lights glow just a tad brighter. He's pleased as pit.* Whirl: @Blurr:Nobody's asking you to replace anything. Everything' s AL;READY different. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Come. Dominoes received. Plan needed for future project. B l u r r: @ Whirl: I don't know. Whirl: @Blurr: Well, if you let it go, it's your fault, and nobody else's, Teach. B l u r r: @ Whirl: I never said that I was letting go... /drags claws down his face. VENTS loudly / Whirl: @Blurr: But regardless of whether or not HE'S here necxt week, you're gonna see MY sorry face. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Carefully extricates himself and lets the minis dock. He'll ping when it's all right to patch in.* Whirl: *he's not good at this; he's tyring but he's very very bad at this* B l u r r: ... /just gets up. twitches finials/ ...I'm tired. Whirl: get some shuteye, Teach. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Is that so. Then by all means, I ought to assist.» Whirl: @Blurr: Look. Maybe comm me in the morning? B l u r r: / waves claw a little/ ... B l u r r: @Whirl: ::... Yeah. Sounds good. :: Whirl: @Blurr: All right. I'm obviously... ot good at this but still. Whirl: *bobs his head* Seeya, losers! B l u r r: @ Whirl: No... it's okay. Thanks. FakeProwl: *sits up straighter* @Soundwave «I'll let the Constructicons know I'll be up late.» *a farewell ping, and flickers out.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sharp nod and a ping of gratitude. Then one of farewell for Whirl and Blurr before he makes his escape* B l u r r: / lifts claw. Waves . Zoom zooms the fack out of the room / Whirl: *bobs his helm to Siundwave's retreating form* Whirl: ... Whirl: *HE'S THE LAST ONE HERE* Whirl: ...................*briefly contemplates leavin graffiti* ItsyBitsySpyers: *DO IT* B l u r r: / yes do it/ Whirl: *he COULD write "praise heqet"... but no. Whirl will just leave, alone* Whirl: *maybe next time* FakeProwl: ((follow rumble's example)) FakeProwl: ((write "ultra magnus was here")) Whirl: ((excuse u whirl has a fine tradition of writing "whirl wuz here")) Whirl: ((but................... maybe next time))

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