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crashdevlin · 5 years

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Keeper of the Stars-1: Complicated

Author’s Note: A multi-part sequel to Some of This Isn’t Bad

Summary: Y/n was a fan of the Supernatural book series who wrote fanfics and attended the conventions. After meeting the boys through Becky, she stopped being a fan and became a hunter. When she shows up at a hunter wake, she doesn't expect the Winchesters to remember her, and doesn't expect the argument that breaks out between her and Dean.

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3944

Story Warnings: 18+ HERE BE SEX, DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!, fingering, oral (male and fem rec), protected sex

Chapter Warnings: none

You pulled in front of the large house and pulled your casserole out of the passenger seat. You never knew what to bring to a wake. Your first thought had been beer, but Bucky told you he was bringing a cooler of his home-brew, so you made a sausage casserole, knowing full-well Mrs. Lorraine Fox would probably toss it after the wake. You stopped as you walked past a black Impala. You considered leaving but changed your mind. This was about Asa, and Dean probably didn't remember you.

You hugged Lorraine and dropped the casserole on the table with the other food (mostly prepackaged items bought at the closest market on the way in) and headed for the beer in the kitchen. "So, what's the word, boys? Is it 'Wendigo', because 'Wendigo' seems like a good one. Love wendigos." You said as you pulled your pocket knife out and used it to lever the bottle cap off. The men at the table chuckled before taking their three gulps.

"You're a bitch." Bucky said, with a smile.

"Well, if you weren't so predictable with your secret keywords, Buck, I wouldn't have the opportunity to fuck with you." You took a drink of your beer and cleared your throat. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go mingle with the other wendigo-hunters." They sighed, playfully, as they took another gulp of beer.

You walked through the house, keeping your eyes out for the Winchesters, who you found in the den. You were continuing into the sitting room, but Elvis saw you. "Y/n! Look who showed up! Winchesters!" He pointed excitedly at Sam, who looked down, embarrassed. Dean was in the corner, rolling his eyes at the man.

"The legends show themselves. Figured you were too caught up in your endless cycle of saving and endangering the world to show up to hunter functions."

"She says that like she knows you boys." Jody Mills was sitting on the edge of an ottoman near Sam. She was the only one you'd shared your origin story with, the only one who knew about your short history with Dean.

You chuckled as Sam looked confused, like he was trying to remember where he might know you. "Does anybody ever really know somebody, Jody? I posit they don't."

"Man, we don't have enough alcohol in our blood for a philosophical debate." Max said, looking down at his almost empty beer.

"Would it help if I stop using words like 'posit'?" You asked, walking to Jody and giving her a hug.

"It'd help if you shut up about that shit and tell us a story about Asa." Max responded.

You smiled and nodded, dropping down on the ottoman next to the sheriff. "Okay. I got one. So, you guys know I'm pretty fresh, right?" Everyone nodded. "Well, back when I was as green as the twins, I was on a poltergeist. I did a lot of hauntings back then, 'cause they weren't as scary, I guess. So, I flash my fake creds, ask about anything unusual and tell them that there's a perfectly scientific explanation for the crazy shit they've been experiencing. I told them to get out so we could test the place for black mold. They ran as fast as they could, left the place empty for me to run down the remains. So, I'm searchin' the place with my EMF reader and there's a knock at the door. I open, pretend I live there. It's Asa, flashing his 'Fox Mulder' badge." Everyone chuckled, knowing they'd all talked shit to the man about that particular alias.

"Anyway, he goes on this whole spiel about a gas leak that might be affecting the occupants of the house. I patiently let him get through the entire speech and then, I pull my EMF reader out and look him dead in the eye and say 'Guess I don't need this, then' and he sighed this huge relieved sigh, strokes his beard, and says 'Oh, thank God. Even I wouldn't have believed me on that one'." You laughed and the others followed suit. "He came in, we knocked out the spirit in a couple hours and then, he took me for a beer. Spent the whole night telling me all about hunting and giving me pointers. I mean, it's not five wendigos, but I like it."

Everyone groaned as they drank. "Asa actually took me on a wendigo hunt. Maybe I should tell that story." You finished.

"She's trying to kill us." Alicia accused.

"Hey, you guys should've picked a drinking game that I couldn't hack so easily."

A look of recognition crossed Sam's face. "I remember you."

"Do you?" You said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"What was it, five years ago? You saved my ass from that little blond witch." Sam smiled and shook his head.

"It was four years ago." You corrected. "And you did your own saving. I just gave passwords and distraction."

"Gave more than that." Sam chuckled, taking a drink.

"Not to you." You muttered, lifting your beer in a mock toast.

"Wait." Alicia said, scooting forward to the edge of her seat. "I've known you for almost two years and you never thought to tell me you met the Winchesters?!"

You shrugged. "It wasn't a big deal. I barely spent any time with them."

"'bout six hours." Dean finally spoke from his spot in the corner. "And most of that was spent with me."

You smiled at the room. "Well, you're the one who offered pie. If Sam had given me some pastry, I would've spent more time with him."

"Right. Pie and bourbon. That's why you were with me." Dean said, skeptically.

"Well, I can't think of another reason, Dean. Hoping for anything more can only be considered foolish." Dean's eyebrow twitched as you polished off the rest of your beer and stood, setting the empty on the table. "I need another beer. Anybody else?"

Dean followed you as you exited the room. "You're a hunter, now?"

You scoffed. "Of course, I am." You turned to him and poked his chest. "No thanks to you."

"What's that mean?"

"You come in, tell me everything is real, shake up my life and my entire worldview and then you never pick up the phone."

"What?"

You scoffed. "You gave me your cell number and told me to call and I did. I kept calling way past the point where it made me feel naive, calling and leaving shaky voicemail messages, so worried that I might be bugging my hero. You never picked up, never called back, even when I started leaving info about possible cases." You pushed your hair out of your face and looked up at him. "So, I started taking the cases, myself."

"That's dangerous. You know that's dangerous."

You nodded. "I do know that. I, also, know that I'm still alive, so..." You shrugged.

"Come on, Y/n. It's reckless to hunt alone."

"You've hunted alone. Sam, too. Your father hunted alone most of your life. I'm fine, Dean. I've survived; with a little help from my friends. Hunters like Asa, who always answered his phone for me."

"Yeah, I bet he did. I bet that lady-killer would drop anything for you."

You rolled your eyes. "Snide jealousy looks real good on you."

"You not even gonna let me explain?"

"Explain? Explain what? You gonna tell me that your phone was just always dead? That's gonna explain you sending me to voice after two rings? Or you showing up in Enid, Oklahoma after I left you a message about that taxidermist who got turned into a people pretzel?"

"Sam made us go. I didn't even wanna go on that one!" Dean took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. "I got every one of your messages, but things... got complicated."

"Complicated?! Too complicated to answer your phone? Bullshit! As someone who knows, intimately, the complicated shit you've been through, you can't tell me that."

"I can, actually!" Dean exclaimed. "I was a demon two years ago, Y/n!"

You blanched, all anger flowing out of you. "What?"

Dean took a deep breath and leaned against the hallway wall. "Now, that's not an excuse for four years ago, just a... tidbit of complicated for you. When you were calling, I was focused on Sam and Cas... the angels that fell from Heaven. Those trials I told you about, to shut the gates of Hell, they almost killed Sammy. The only way to keep him alive was to trick him into saying 'yes' to being an angel vessel. Angel said his name was Ezekial, Cas, who was human because he had his grace stolen by Metatron, vouched for the angel, but he was really Gadreel, the angel who let Lucifer into the Garden. When I tried to get him out of Sam, he killed prophet Kevin and went to work for Metatron, who decided he was going to be the new God. While that was happening, there was also a thing with Crowley fighting for the throne in Hell with a Demon Knight named Abaddon, who I was obsessed with killing. I was so obsessed with killing that bitch that I actively sought out and accepted the Mark of fucking Cain because it was the only way to put her down." He bit his lip and shook his head. "The Mark of Cain changed me. I was... bloodthirsty, mean... Y/n, I hated me, Sam hated me, and I didn't want you to hate me, too. So, I just never answered the phone."

"So... how'd you-"

"Mark of Cain." He interrupted, knowing where you were going. "Metatron killed me, it brought me back."

"As a demon?"

"As a full-blown Knight of Hell."

"Like... the bitch you got the Mark to gank?" Dean nodded. "What was that like? I mean, I've been possessed, but that is-"

Dean's eyebrows shot up. "You got possessed?"

You looked down, embarrassed. "Yeah, my tattoo got damaged in a fight with a shifter. It was still healing when I got grabbed by this demon, Yala. Asa exorcised it before it did too much damage. No one died. It was a good hunt."

"Yala... oh, I met that piece of shit when I was... He's one of Crowley's advisors. What'd you do to get his attention?"

"Who said I did something? Maybe Yala just needed a new meatsuit."

"Demons don't possess hunters on a whim, Y/n. They do it for revenge, or to get information. They do it to kill other hunters. Why you?"

"I might have been looking into Crowley's whereabouts and activities at the time Yala took me." You relented.

"Why the hell would you-"

"I was curious!" You defended. "I heard something big was making its way and figured Crowley had to have his hand in it, 'cause that's what he does, so I thought if I found Crowley, I'd find the Darkness."

"You were looking for the Darkness?" Dean asked, disbelieving. "You went from chasin' poltergeists to the Darkness in less than 4 years?"

"Well, I didn't get very far. Asa wouldn't let me keep lookin' after Yala took me."

"Amara would've killed you. She would have eaten your soul." Dean said, seriously.

"Amara? You are on a first-name basis with the Darkness?"

Dean chuckled, but there was an edge of anger behind it. "My connection with the Darkness is irrelevant. You got yourself on Crowley's radar."

"And you were a fucking demon! Who here has more to feel ashamed of?" You responded, your anger flaring back up.

"You shouldn't feel ashamed, you should feel terrified! Crowley might have gone a bit soft, but he's still fuckin' Crowley. He's still the King of Hell and you ought to-"

"Shut up, Dean." You interrupted. You turned and threw your hands in the air. "I don't need your help, I don't need your judgement, and I don't need you. I've done just fine over the last four years and for you to come in and try to tell me what-"

"You've done just fine? It sounds like Asa Fox kept you alive, sweetheart, and he's not around anymore."

You turned back to him and growled. "Fine! I'll just hang up my shotgun and go back to working retail!"

"No one said you had to quit! You just can't be this goddamn reckless."

"Are you kidding me?! You're gonna lecture me about recklessness?! You? Mr. Sell-my-soul? Mr. Let's-put-a-bullet-in-the-devil? Mr. Mark-of-Cain? You have no room to talk!"

"I have been doing this my whole life. I have been hunting and making stupid decisions since before you ever considered the supernatural. It's not reckless if you have experience, which I have in spades. You have a few dozen books and some pretty words. You wanted to live the adventure instead of writing about it-"

You interrupted him with a right hook to his jaw. He reeled back, shocked by the sudden pain radiating up his face. You rubbed your knuckles and shook your head at him. "Fuck you." You turned and stomped down the hallway toward the front door. As you got into your car and peeled out of the driveway, your phone started to ring. You didn't need to look at the phone to answer, putting the phone to your ear. "Yeah, Jody?"

"Well, that was explosive."

You sighed. "It could've gone better, but... whatever. He's an ass."

"Yeah. But he's a good man. You know he is."

"No. Asa was a good man and I'm sorry to cut out of his wake early. I'll be back in the morning for the burn, but... I can't be around Dean Winchester right now."

"Yeah. I heard some of that. We all heard some of that. The Banes twins are extremely jealous of you. That you... and Dean..."

"Oh, my god!" You had very specifically neglected to mention aloud that you... and Dean... "Those two are never gonna leave me alone about that. Shit."

"Yeah, unfortunately Sam has started regaling the group with a story about a hotel suite and... some very loud noises."

"Oh, no. I'm never gonna be able to face these guys again."

"Well, you're still coming back for the burn, right? Asa would-"

You shook your head. "I wouldn't miss it, Jody. If it were anybody other than Asa, I wouldn't show and I probably won't show for future hunter functions, but it is Asa and I need to be there for that burn."

"Yeah, okay. I'll see you at sun-up. Don't drink too much."

You chuckled. "Probably will. I'll see you in the morning." You hung up the phone and tossed it in the passenger seat.

You'd definitely be drinking. Sam Winchester was telling a room full of hunters that you were a notch on Dean Winchester's belt. Dean Winchester disparaged your ability as a hunter. Dean Winchester was a dick, and Asa Fox was dead. As you twisted the cap off of your bourbon and flopped onto your motel bed, you looked up at the popcorn-textured ceiling. Dean's jealous comment about Asa, and the implication he meant with it, had been true. Asa would have dropped everything for you. He had dropped everything on a couple occasions to come help you with a hunt. The man was quite a bit older than you, but you never hesitated to get in his bed, just like countless other women. Even knowing that there were countless other women, even knowing your friend Jody was one of those women, even knowing you were only on his list because he only saw you a few times a year... even knowing that there was absolutely no chance of anything real with him, you never hesitated.

You took a drink of your bourbon and stretched your neck to the side. "Asa, you beautiful dumbass. Couldn't just leave Jael alone, could you? We could be drinking together tonight. I never would have had to see Dean. No one would know my origin story. It's all your fault. Dumb jerk." You took another drink and kicked your boots off.

* * * * * * *

You pulled back into the driveway as the bodies were being placed on the pyre. "Why are there three bodies?" You asked Max as he walked up to your car. "What'd I miss?"

"Oh, you missed a horrible night. Jael possessed Alicia and killed Randy. Then, he took Elvis and twisted his head all the way around. You were lucky for leaving when you did, you missed a hard exorcism." Max answered.

"And the revelation that Bucky killed Asa." Alicia added.

"What?! Why would he-"

"He's a coward." Max answered.

You shook your head. "I can't believe... who's that with Lorraine and Jody?"

"Uh, some hunter named Mary. She's close with Sam and Dean." Max looked from the group of women standing by the pyre to you. "Not close like you and Dean, but..."

You rolled your eyes. "You couldn't just forget that over the night with Jael, could you?"

"Come on. Most hunters get into the gig with a tragic death, or... they're born into it. You actively chose to become a hunter because of a one-night stand with Dean Winchester. That's crazy. I can't believe you kept that story from us." Alicia whispered, excitedly.

You sighed. "It wasn't something I was proud of. Am proud of. Look, I'm just as much a hunter as anyone else. I didn't want you to know how I figured out everything, because I knew you'd think I was less... legit than the rest of you."

"No. Not at all. That makes you more legit. You chose, wanted, this life. That's more badass than anything we've heard." Max scoffed.

"Yeah, okay. I'm, uh, gonna go pay my respects." You said, stepping away. Jody looked back at you as you approached the trio standing in front of the pile of wood. She reached her hand back and pulled you closer to her side. "I'm sorry I missed the fun. Heard it was almost enough to make people forget my drama earlier in the night."

"Almost." Jody said, before gesturing at the blond. "Y/n, this is Mary Winchester. Mary, this is Y/n."

You turned, blinking at the woman dumbly. "Mary Winchester?" The blond nodded, pushing her hair behind her ears. "Mary Winchester? The mom? You're the- you- I thought- wow! I guess resurrection runs in the family. It is an honor to meet you." You finally came out of your stupor and raised a hand to shake hers.

Mary smiled, slightly. "It runs more in the family than you'd think. You, uh, you know Dean and Sam?"

You laughed, nervously. "Not really. I... we've met. It's not... uh, I'm... I know of them a-and you by extension, but..." You scratched your cheek as you tried to think of words that wouldn't make you seem insane. "I'm not exactly sure how to explain this, but suffice it to say, I'm a fan."

"I died in 1983 and came back from the dead in 2016. After figuring out laptop computers and smart phones, I'm not surprised by anything anymore."

You chuckled, opening your mouth to respond, but noticing Dean staring at you from across the front yard you decided against it. "Uh, I... if I have time after the burn, Mrs. Winchester, I'll explain." You said, nodding at her before walking away toward your car.

Dean stepped away from Sam and came to stand by you. "Please, don't punch me. Can we talk?"

"Are you gonna make comments about my recklessness and assume that I'm only alive because Asa took an interest in me?"

"No. Promise."

You nodded and took a seat on your car's hood. "Okay. Shoot."

"So, I figured out last night, sometime before the first body dropped, that when you stopped calling I thought you'd given up. I hoped you had. I wanted you to go back to your normal life, forget about me and hunting and Chuck's books." He sighed. "When you walked into the room, yesterday, in your boots and plaid with your Asa hunting stories... I realized that I missed an opportunity. Asa took you hunting and it should've been me."

You shook your head. "I do most of my hunting solo, Winchester. Asa helped... when I got in too deep. Which wasn't as often as you seem to think."

"Doesn't matter. I should've been there. I should've been the one to take you on your first hunt, I should've been the one you called when you got in over your head. I'm the one who started it."

"Technically, Chuck started it. He's the one who got me interested in..."

"But Chuck didn't make me tell you it was real. I did that and I still don't know why."

"Yeah, me either. My story wasn't that good, and my performance in the hotel suite obviously wasn't either."

He sighed, shaking his head. "That is so not true and you know it. I mean, come on. Asa came when you called. It wasn't out of the kindness of his heart, bring the next generation of hunters up."

"You're assuming Asa only fucked with me because he was fucking me." You clarified.

"Oh, I'm sure that's not the only reason, but I know that it played a part. Look, I'm trying to apologize here and I don't think it's comin' out that way."

"Definitely not."

Dean ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "You should come with me and Sam. I mean... I never got to tell you about that Amazon. Or... Chuck. We found out where he went when he disappeared. You're never gonna believe-"

"Look, you don't have to do this. You don't have to... pretend that-"

"I'm not pretending anything. Y/n, I've thought about you. I've considered- shit... I'm really not good at this." He chuckled at himself and shook his head. "I want you to be... Come talk to me, at least. I mean, I'd like you to see the bunker, meet my Mom, hunt with the Winchesters, you know, but... I owe you a couple years worth of stories. I never finished getting you up to speed on what happened after the Apocalypse."

"I think we're up to 6 years of info, Dean." You said, smiling up at him.

"Well, if you come with me and Sammy, we can get you all caught up, and I promise I won't stop talking halfway through to have sex."

"Who said I would even be receptive to that?"

"How you look at me. Speaks volumes for you." He said, cockily.

You gave a little chuckle. "Fine. I'll listen to your stories, but that's it."

"You gonna come to the bunker or do you want me to come to your place?"

"I don't have a place, anymore." You patted your hood. "I've got a car. That's been enough for the last three years or so."

"Aw, look at you, little hunter." Dean circled around your car. "1970 Chevy Chevelle. Malibu?"

"It's a '67. A Chevelle 300 Deluxe. Someone is slacking on his Chevy knowledge."

"Why didn't you get an Impala? What kind of fan-"

"Ah! Not. Dude, Dean, I haven't been a fan in a long time."

He walked back to the front of the car, hands going into his pockets. "So, you don't write your little stories, anymore?"

You shook your head. "Nope. Haven't written anything in years. I've been too busy living the life to write about it."

"Well, that's sad. You were pretty good at it."

"Oh, shut up and give me directions to your bunker."

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devil-speak-true · 5 years

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Let’s make SNM wiki great again!

Sorry for the obnoxious slogan, but I think it’s very nice if we can add something to the Sleep No More wiki, especially its Character Pages.

http://sleepnomore.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Characters

For a lot of new fans (none-hard cores), this is where they look for information for the show. It would be a great help if we can complete more wiki entries, reducing their “WTF I just see” after show syndrome. After all, not everyone has the chance to revisit the show again and again.

There are only 9 character pages left, that still needs major editing:

Lady M, Duncan, Macduff,

Agnes, Taxidermist, Fulton, Speakeasy,

Nurse Shaw, Matron Lang

If we can put something in these incomplete wiki entries, America Sleep No More wiki would be a greater place.

Also, in case you're worried about spoilers:

1. Only write a rough description of Character’s schedule, like who is gonna be where after what, and leave the details for the audience themselves.

2. Leave out where and when 1:1 is gonna happen, for obvious reason.

3. The content of 1:1 can be revealed in the “Spoilers Warning” section. In fact, if you wanna leave it blank, better.

Come on, consider it your good deed a day :)

#sleep no more nyc #Sleep No More

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verdigrisprowl · 6 years

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Nov 30 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Sleight

Prowl showed up for the first time in ages, at Bonecrusher’s request, to show Buzzsaw the finished avatar that Bonecrusher was working on. Buzzsaw thinks it should be in a gallery, and is prepared to arrange it. Prowl isn’t going to admit that he’s proud of Bonecrusher, but he told everyone whose attention he attracted for more than three seconds that Bonecrusher is going to be in an art gallery.

Except Whirl. Prowl’s mad at Whirl. Whirl killed Imperius Drax.

The movie was good, not that Prowl would know, because he didn’t pay attention to it. Whirl did though. Whirl shouldn’t have.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. B l u r r: / yes he is here. Skids in on pedes / B l u r r: [[ brb! ]] B l u r r: [[ im back! ]] B l u r r: [[ y'all lemme know when you ready! ]] FakeProwl: ((CRO ARE U HERE i asked you a question on skype)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((YES sorry moment of distraction I AM HERE)) FakeProwl: ((o7)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((and generally ready)) B l u r r: [[ okie. ]] Bevel: ((also ready B l u r r: [[ i shall wait for everyone yes ]] Bevel: ((it is cold in my room but the heater makes horrible annoying noises so I am distracted B l u r r: [[ rude. ]] B l u r r: [[ of the heater, i mean ]] FakeProwl: ((I'm here and ready)) B l u r r: [[ okie. After this song, we start. ]] B l u r r: [[ >>;; cause i like this song ]] FakeProwl: *a Very Extremely Majorly Uncomfortable-Looking Nova Prime appears* FakeProwl: ((it's a Good song)) B l u r r: [[ its my favorite part ;A; ] Bevel: *bulky tank bot Bevel has arrived* B l u r r: / He is here and throwing himself on his couch / ItsyBitsySpyers: Soundwave trudges in looking a little bit dusty for once and... and seeing Bonecrusher, immediately moves to the opposite end of the room. THEN drops down.* B l u r r: / waves at everyone / Whirl: *BUSTS IN* Whirl: TEACH B l u r r: ... Yes? Whirl: You're alive. Bevel: Hi, Whirl B l u r r: ... For the moment. Whirl: 'Sup, Shovel? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble and Ravage follow a couple of minutes behind, one sitting near Bevel and the other about to stop at Blurr's feet when SUDDENLY WHIRL and there is a startled cat hissing and spitting-- ItsyBitsySpyers: and jumping into the air* B l u r r: / sits up a little and pats Ravage. It okay / B l u r r: / wiggles claws at Whirl / Whirl: *he trots on over to his hammock--oh my GOD THAT RAVAGE REACTION WAS HILARIOUS BUT. BUT. Whirl's wrestling with a deep internal struggle* Bevel: Lots! 'Sup with you? Whirl: *he..... ignores it and merely ascends his hammock throne. For your sake, ravage* B l u r r: You're one to talk, Whirl. I haven't seen you in a while. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage will lick the hell out of a front leg to hide his embarrassment.* Whirl: *clicks his claws right back at Blurr* I've been busy, and stranded, and someone hit me with a spaceship, and you know. All that good stuff. Unable to make it. B l u r r: Sounds like fun. Whirl: A laugh and a half, I assure you. FakeProwl: *"Bonecrusher" looks over at Soundwave—and gives him a greeting/permission ping. Not Bonecrusher, just Prowl wearing Bonecrusher's costume.* B l u r r: Indeed. K-Kyehehehe. Bevel: What happened to the spaceship? *waves to Rumble* B l u r r: I haven't been doing much, personally. Robbing people. FakeProwl: *He tries to shuffle across the room to Soundwave's seat. It's difficlt. He's big. He might bump into one or two people.* Whirl: Right now I've got it. I'm getting my revenge by *huge claw air-quotes* "renovating" it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ew. What's in his shoulder?// B l u r r: Oh? Well, if you need help. I've got a few mechs in my ship that can help. B l u r r: / snarls / Excuse you, mech. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave is a little confused by the permission. He's more confused by the shuffling. There's some looking around in confusion.* Whirl: *sticks that legy out and rocks his hammock* I might take you up on that, Teach. ItsyBitsySpyers: *In general, a lot of "wut".* B l u r r: Mmhm. Don't hesitate to ask. Bevel: Renovating? Whirl: Gutting it, mostly. FakeProwl: Sorry. *tries to move out of he way and nearly falls over an empty couch. Damn this stupid body.* Bevel: Sounds fun! Whirl: I might be able to use it, but... too early to tell. It's a fixer-upper. Bevel: Do you want any help? Whirl: It's somethin' to do. *bobs his head; he'd offer you a seat Bevel, but you're too big to share the hammock* B l u r r: / snorts at the fall / Walk much? Whirl: ...*tilts his head; he seems genuinely taken aback by the offer* Oh. Uh. Whirl: Sure, if you want. *TWO PEOPLE offering to help in like. the span of ten minutes. Amazin* Bevel: *way too big for that hammock* FakeProwl: *Mutters.* Not in this frame I don't. *Okay. Mission accomplished. He sits by Soundwave.* Bevel: I do. Whirl: But it's good to see you, Teach. *very casual. Exceedingly casual. Whirl might have missed his friend* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Catches the mutter and tilts his helm. What frame would - oh. But why is he wearing THAT?* B l u r r: Good to see you, too. Naturally. Whirl: Then, yeah. I'm not really... doing anything, except for ripping it up, so you can just ping me when you wanna come over. Nowhere else to be. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Greetings.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: =Does it have files?= Whirl: ((GUS IS THAT U)) B l u r r: (( IT IS )) Whirl: (OMG)) FakeProwl: ... Hi. Whirl: ...*does Prowl still smell like prowl or* Bevel: Ok! FakeProwl: *well. he smells like a hologram.* FakeProwl: *which is what prowl usually smells like, so.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Why are you wearing that?]] Is this because of what he did? Some weird Autobot-style punishment? Whirl: ((PFFT)) FakeProwl: *although what he LOOKS like is a half-rusted zombie Nova Prime.* Whirl: ((pardon, I am unsure of Prowl's in-person privileges as I am out of the loop)) FakeProwl: ... Bonecrusher wanted Buzzsaw to see the final result. FakeProwl: ((he's still locked up, still visiting people in hologram. NO CHANGE, BASICALLY.)) Whirl: ((ALAS, POOR PROWL)) FakeProwl: ((but we have a Plan now)) Whirl: ((good)) Whirl: ((u need someone to smuggle u out..... i might have a ship u can use...... maybe)) FakeProwl: ((no no, he's getting out legally.)) B l u r r: ... /mumbles / That date looked boring anyway. Whirl: *ping ping* @Blurr: Oh, second question. You seem like the sort of guy who'd know where to find one-a these--you know any good taxidermists? B l u r r: / outright cackles / FakeProwl: ((... by which i mean by punching a cop and under-the-table bargaining with starscream.)) B l u r r: / sorry, whirl / Bevel: ((close enough Whirl: ((y'know, i think whirl might approve. Depending)) B l u r r: @Whirl: Your favorite mech on my ship. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah. Give him a moment.]] And a literal moment it is. Buzzsaw zips in and perches on the tip of Soundwave's shoulder, peering down. B l u r r: / where is ravage. He will pet / Whirl: *stares into space. Cycles a long, long sigh. REALLY long. Gradually sinks out of siight at the bottom of the hammock as he does this. It's like watching a deflating balloon made of elbows* B l u r r: / oh my god whirl / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage is at Blurr's feet, lightly dozing. He makes the Cat Activation Noise, then settles back under the pets. Buzzsaw turns his head this way and that, examining the holo work.* B l u r r: / pet pets. Respectable pets / Whirl: @Blurr: I'll consider it. B l u r r: @Whirl: He'll do it if I tell him to. Whirl: @Blurr: I mean I',m sure he WILL I was just enjoying a nice, long, Piston-free period of my life. ItsyBitsySpyers: }}This... this is marvelous. Axle grease in the face of every Senator's ego. Such meaning! The textures and details--{{ Beak clack. Thinking. B l u r r: @Whirl: Oh, he's not so bad. B l u r r: @Whirl: He's been rather nice lately. FakeProwl: And he added tiny people, too. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw's optic band blinks. He floats over to the holo's shoulder and perches there, peering even closer.* Whirl: *head pops back up to peer at Blurr* @Blurr: I don't trust him. FakeProwl: *He lifts up an arm to point at tiny people swimming/flailing in a rust wound along Sentinel's right chest and under his arm.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw chatters to himself, clicking and beeping. This is good. This is so good.* }}Gallery.{{ B l u r r: @Whirl: I know you don't, but he'll listen to me if I give him strict rules and orders. FakeProwl: ... They are extremely uncomfortable to feel through. FakeProwl: What? Whirl: @Blurr: maybe. I'll consider it. It's kind of a big deal. Whirl: @Blurr: I got this huge dead snake, and I at LEAST want the head mounted. B l u r r: @Whirl: Oh? Hnnh... Piston would be willing to do that. So long as you let him keep a piece. Whirl: @Blurr: Nope. Whirl: @Blurr: This was a gift, it's all mine. B l u r r: @Whirl: Then you're going to have to let me order him. ItsyBitsySpyers: }}A gallery, sir. An exhibit. It belongs in one!{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble's audio receptors are burning. He's not sure why. He'll look at Bevel and squint.* B l u r r: @Whirl: He'll probably be sulky, but he'll work. FakeProwl: ... You really think—? Is that a recommendation or an offer? B l u r r: [[ ugh is it dropping? ]] Whirl: @Blurr: ...I'll consider it. I mean, I don't know any OTHER taxidermists, but yeah. I'll get back with you. Whirl: ((not on my end!)) Bevel: *looks back, she did nothing* B l u r r: @Whirl: sure. Just let me know. He's been needing work lately. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble motions from his visor to her and nods. He knows you're talking to the Boss about him. Aren't you.* Whirl: *bobs his head; the pact is sealed. The "maybe" pact. He flops back into the hammock* ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Both. I have... contacts.{{ Sunstreaker's turned out to be a bit of all right, and Buzzsaw's pretty sure he can get the other two in on this if he sends them a shot. B l u r r: ... Whirl /waves claw / Whirl: *waves claw back* B l u r r: Question about your ship. Whirl: Yes, that's me. B l u r r: Is it big or small? B l u r r: / is going to distract whirl / Whirl: iT'S... hmm. It's not nearly as big as your ship. B l u r r: Does it have a lot of weapons? Was it a war ship or cargo ship? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble gets ready to throw food at Ravage, just in case.* Whirl: Probably comparable to like... uh. Whirl: It'll have some. Rooms. B l u r r: [[ it keeps telling me it's dropping. B( ]] B l u r r: [[ but i don't know if it is or not ]] B l u r r: Rooms? Whirl: *very quietly shrivels up in the hammock* B l u r r: You running a hotel in there? Bevel: *she isn't talking to anyone. she shrugs in confusion at Rumble* B l u r r: A literal Air B&B? Whirl: *a valiant effort, but damn that scene was drawn out* Whirl: Probably not. Uh. Whirl: Be RIGHT back. Whirl: *going to untangle himself and hop out into the hall for a sec* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Right. That's a whole pack of rust sticks hurled at Ravage, who startles and snaps at the nearest object. Sorry, Blurr's leg.* FakeProwl: I'm—I'll tell Bonecrusher you said so. I'm sure he'll be pleased. B l u r r: / YELPS loud which is more like a snarl and a monstrous yipe/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *THAT was a mistake. Ravage zooms away from Blurr and toward Soundwave, using "Nova Prime" like a bridge and everything on the way.* B l u r r: / snarls and rubs his leg. Rude. / B l u r r: [[ i totally haven't eaten dinner. I'll be back ]] Bevel: *jumps at all the noise* FakeProwl: *starts. why cat* Whirl: *he stops pacing in the hall long enough to peer in because what the hell is all this yowling* ItsyBitsySpyers: *It's a Distraction From Whirl's Exit is what it is.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave gently scratches Ravage's shoulders while he listens to Buzzsaw talk.* }}Good. I must get back - but see that you do!{{ Whirl: *it will be appreciated when he puts two and two together later* B l u r r: ... I'll bite you back. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hisssss.* =No.= B l u r r: What the frag did you bite me for? boomtank: what did I miss?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: =You dropped fuel on me.= B l u r r: I did no such thing! ItsyBitsySpyers: *STARE at the rust sticks on the floor where he was. What's all that, then.* B l u r r: ...Ravage, do you honestly think I'd drop rust sticks? They're my favorite. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Squint. Sloooooow look over to Rumble. Rumble quickly darts out of the room.* B l u r r: ... I can catch him. ItsyBitsySpyers: =I live with him.= Or, "I'll catch him myself later." B l u r r: ... Mmm. It's better to know where they live. Whirl: *is very careful not to step on the fleeing minicon* Bevel: *bye Rumble* Whirl: Sins found you out, eh? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw floats up and leaves the room, snorting at Rumble on the way out.* //Lil bit. Shoulda used crunchers. Heh.// FakeProwl: *nods toward Buzzsaw as he leaves.* Whirl: Mayeb next time. *snorts. After a moment he peeks momentarily in the room, then looks at Rumble, then looks away* But, hey. ...thanks. Whirl: ((! did it just go offline for anyone else or.....)) boomtank: cut off here)) FakeProwl: ((yeah it's offline)) Bevel: ((it did, so glad it wasn't just me B l u r r: [[ is it back now? ]] B l u r r: [[ omg comcast really? ]] boomtank: still down on my end)) Bevel: ((still down Whirl: ((down here too >8V COMCAAAST)) B l u r r: [[ i paused it. B( ]] B l u r r: [[ I don't have time for it to be doing this ]] boomtank: comcast you bum!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble nods.* //No prob.// ItsyBitsySpyers: ((definitely offline)) Tara: (( yeah, down :c (says the lurker in the background) B l u r r: i reset it. Did it work? ]] Whirl: ((I see a pause screen!)) Tara: (( same - pause screen B l u r r: okay. ]] B l u r r: [[ I wait for the rest of u ]] Bevel: ((looks like it's back boomtank: yup!)) FakeProwl: ((yep!)) Bevel: ((*waves to lurker* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((there it goes)) Whirl: ((ye! o/ )) Whirl: *bobs his helm again and looks to the doorway* Safe for you to go back in yet, mech? B l u r r: / tilts helm and relaxes again, slouching on his couch. Getting bit and crap. How rude. / ItsyBitsySpyers: //The Boss scratchin' him?// Whirl: *pokes his head in, peering* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Yep. Scratching a murder cat while sitting next to a zombie Senator, nbd.* Whirl: *withdraws* Yep. Coast clear. I'll cover you. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Cool. Hammock?// Whirl: But of course. *nods graciously and trots back into the room* Okay. Where was I? Rooms, right. B l u r r: Rooms. B l u r r: omfg COMCAST. B l u r r: ]] FakeProwl: *... you know what. There's no reason for Prowl to still be in this body.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Trotting right alongside. Not that it's hard to see him, spindly as Whirl's legs are, but it's the principle of the thing.* Whirl: *swings ab ck up in his hammock and pauses to give Blurr what he thinks is a meaningful look. Or he hopes is, he's not good with faces, but he wants to say, "thank you."* I have to finish gutting-- Whirl: --the ship before I know EXACTLY how much room I'll have but probbaly enough for one deck, about eight rooms or so. Whirl: No crew, though, just me. FakeProwl: *Nova Prime flickers out and Prowl appears in his place.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Thank you. That was... closer to a senator than he prefers getting.]] B l u r r: Ahh, I see. Sounds entertaining. Bevel: *...that was definitely not a transformation* B l u r r: Well, like I said. I just remodeled mine. FakeProwl: It wasn't any more pleasant to wear. B l u r r: So, I'm willing to help ItsyBitsySpyers: *It wasn't. Bevel should ask about it.* Whirl: *salutes* Well, consider yourself invited. B l u r r: / smirks and salutes back . B l u r r: / Bevel: *she is going to as soon as she finds words* Prowl? *ok one word down* FakeProwl: Imagine growing a bunch of little... cilia-fingers-people out of your side. And feeling through all of them. FakeProwl: *shudders* Whirl: ((it went down again on my end D: )) FakeProwl: *oh wait that was his name.* Yes? Bevel: ((same :( FakeProwl: ((same)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Like when he first got his feelers, then.]] *Amused. He'll be quiet for a moment so Bevel can talk, gesturing to her. Yes, go on.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((damnation it's down)) B l u r r: oh my god im getting annoyed ]] B l u r r: [ Comcast is doing the thing again ]] B l u r r: [[ the slow down thing ]] B l u r r: is it back?? ]] Whirl: ((got a black screen so far :|a)) Bevel: Is that a holoavatar? Whirl: ((ok! Got a pause screen!)) Bevel: ((it is back FakeProwl: ((ye)) FakeProwl: Yes, it is. I don't come to these things in person. Bevel: That is really cool. You can look however you want. Even like an organic! Whirl: *out goes the legy. Rockin time* Bevel: *which is something she can't do!* FakeProwl: ... To be clear, Nova Prime isn't my choice. It's a— hm. An art piece, that Bonecrusher made. FakeProwl: ...... I'm his model. Bevel: It looked really neat. Is it supposed to be someone? FakeProwl: Yes—it's Nova Prime, as he looks in our universe. Whirl: Heheh. Bevel: Nova Prime was the other bad Prime, right? Whirl: Dead as hell, and the world's a better place for it. Whirl: There aren't any good Primes, Shovel. Trust me on this. Bevel: *...thank you Whirl that answered her question some* B l u r r: / scoffs/ FakeProwl: Yes. Right. It'sssss... symbolic ooof... *give him a second.* B l u r r: Theres one good prime /mumble / Bevel: Which one? B l u r r: Mine, of course. Whirl: Okay, wee-ell... fair, your Prime never did anything to *** me off. B l u r r: See? Whirl: But I only knew him for a few minutes. Whirl: ...and he was. Weird. FakeProwl: ... The way that theee... corrupt actions of the senate, protected the Prime, and concealed the... oppression of the people? Or something like that. Bevel: I do not know your Prime and mine... *shrugs uncomfortably* He left. And he did not come back like the others do. Whirl: You're probably better off. Tara: *slides in l8 but w/o starbucks, is just gonna stand in the back of the room for a mo* B l u r r: My Prime was the best. The most capable. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods to Tarantulas.* Bevel: *nods vaguely and focuses back on Prowl before she gets distracted by horrible feelings* It looked really neat. I hope Bonecrusher does more work like it. If you do not mind modelling for it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He will not be Prime if he does come back.]] *Soundwave's made certain of that. But he won't say anything else. Touchy subject.* Whirl: *twists his head around like an owl, looks briefly at Tarantulas, and returns his attention to the screen. ...and Rumble, if he needs a claw up* FakeProwl: If it feels like that, I hope not to model again if I can avoid it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble's been chilling under the hammock, but now he'll take that claw.* Bevel: So you can feel stuff through an avatar? *general you but yeah* Whirl: *hoisted up like a claw machine; you are now Absolutely Safe from feline retribution* FakeProwl: Yes, yes. It takes an extra patch to be able to feel more than heavy pressure and no pressure. The avatar wasn't designed to work with that patch. FakeProwl: ... It's apparently good enough to be in a gallery. ItsyBitsySpyers: *If Whirl thinks that, he hasn't spent enough time around Ravage. But the sentiment's nice.* Whirl: *...hmm. He feels like he should... do something. Galcnes about. Raises a claw... then puts it down. Then raises again, uncertainly. Then turns the motion into scratching his head* Whirl: *Raises his claw again. Hesitates... and then, with very careful slowness, as slow as if he were trying to sneak up on a fly, rests that claw on Rumble. Just on him. Wherever it falls. Pap.* Whirl: *he's very bad at this* Bevel: That is really cool, Prowl. Tara: You're welcome for that patch, hyeh. *has come over to prowl now, touchtouch just to emphasize his point* FakeProwl: It is, yes. It's... very cool. Bevel: Oh! You did it? Awesome! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble tries not to snort and just pats the arm that is, apparently, covering him sorta blanket-like because WHIRL IS WAY BIGGER THAN HIM* FakeProwl: *puts a hand over whatever paw is touching him.* Whirl: *VERY VERY MUCH SO* Tara: *to bevel* Only the patch, not whatever else it is you're speaking of. Tara: *puts another paw on top of hand on paw* ItsyBitsySpyers: =Primes.= Yawwwwn. Ravage is an aft. FakeProwl: *looks up at Tarantulas* Bonecrusher made an art piece out of a holomatter avatar. It's going to— it MIGHT be getting displayed in a gallery. Bevel: Just the patch. Avatars are neat. I want one someday. Bevel: *all the transformation power bwahaha* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why? You already shapeshift?]] Glance to Prowl. [[He was quite serious. The others will be planetside again within a month.]] Bevel: I could blend in more on Earth and go into places I am too big for! FakeProwl: ... Within a month. Hm. Whirl: Heh. Nice. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Oh, hey. He's all like that Matrix human.// Whirl: *nods* Pretty sick. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Why Earth.= Bevel: Lord of the Rings, duh! But other places that are too small would be cool too. *but mostly it's about that Tolkien stuff* FakeProwl: ((the screen's black ;;)) FakeProwl: ((oh there it is)) FakeProwl: ((what did they applaud at)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i have no idea)) B l u r r: [[ idk i walked away ]] B l u r r: [[ i had to go burn my head ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((WHAT)) Tara: (( ????? speedy?? B l u r r: migraine. ]] Bevel: ((the screen was black here, maybe it was supposed to be vague like he is still performing magic? Whirl: ((SPEDDY...)) B l u r r: so i put hot water ]] B l u r r: [[ on my head ]] Whirl: ((GOTCHA. I'm sorry bout your head dude D: get thee some CAFFEINE)) B l u r r: [[ i caaan't ]] Bevel: ((oh that kinda burn Tara: (( dun scare us like that speedy B l u r r: IM SORRY. ]] B l u r r: [[ I forgot you guys don't know what I mean ]] B l u r r: [[ also, for an indie film that wasn't so bad ]] Whirl: ((ye i enjoyed it! edsp. main dude's performance, he was good)) B l u r r: yeee ]] Bevel: ((that was really excellent ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave stretches a little.* [[You hum. Why?]] Whirl: Not bad, Teach, not bad. B l u r r: ... Thanks. Bevel: That was cool. B l u r r: I've still got it. /smirks/ FakeProwl: Just thinking. Whirl: That you do. B l u r r: Well, thanks. B l u r r: I know I've got good picks. Whirl: Dunno how often I'm gonna be able to make these anymore. Depends on, y'know. Where I do or don't get stranded. *gradually lifts his claw, glancing questioningly to Rumble; he is Released from Prison* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[About?]] Whirl: And-or what ships do or don't hit me. B l u r r: / waves claw / Sometimes I don't really make my own. B l u r r: I've been rather busy mysekf. B l u r r: *myself. Bevel: Are you pirating now too? FakeProwl: *shakes head* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble grunts. He was enjoying that, but he'll stretch and sit up, looking pretty pleased.* Whirl: ...was that for me or for Teach? Cos Teach is existing in a perpetual state of pirating right now. Bevel: You! Bevel: I know what Blurr is doing. Sometimes. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He'll take that as an "unimportant" or "not your business". Fair, given what he did to Bonecrusher. He'll just nod.* Whirl: Ah, gotcha. And, no. Law-abiding citizen, that's me. *drapes a claw over his chest* Just touring the galaxy. ItsyBitsySpyers: *NOW Rumble snorts.* Whirl: ...okay. Fine. *shoots Rumble an amused look* i don't have citizenship. B l u r r: No one ever knows what I'm doing. B l u r r: Except me. Whirl: ...and I have a really, tremendously huge bounty on my head right now, but honestly, that's SORT OF working in my favor, so... Tara: Are you quite sure YOU always know what you're doing, Blurr dear? B l u r r: ... /snort/ Nope. Whirl: I was about to say... B l u r r: No idea what I'm doing half the time. Bevel: I saw you walking down a hallway once. *that counts?* B l u r r: That's a mystery B l u r r: Don't even remember where I was going. Bevel: I have never checked if I have a bounty on my head. Maybe in other universes but I do not think so. Technically mercenaries are legal in most places and a totally valid part of warfare. *or something* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Now he is curious.]] They don't really have a parade of aliens who hate their guts on the same level as Whirl and Prowl's timelines do, but still. Whirl: You should. It's a hoot. You'd be surprised how long the collective galactic memory is, for creatures with such short lifespans. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Perhaps he should be grateful most of his work was of the hidden variety.]] FakeProwl: *... Now there's a question. Did Starscream put a bounty on Prowl's head? If so, Prowl's entitled to it. He turned himself in.* Whirl: Well, I'd also guess a lot of your work was against your own kind, right? Bevel: *he should check and collect* Whirl: Aliens tend to get... moody if you mess with THEM. Apparently. B l u r r: My bounty is high. /smirks/ Very high. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. We did not destroy nearly as many organic planets as he is told your universes did.]] Whirl: Amazing, what we managed to accomplish in such a relatively short amount of time. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Like how high?// Whirl: And yeah, Teach--spill. B l u r r: Like very high. B l u r r: / pulls out datapad to search it / It's worth is in credits, though... B l u r r: not sure how that trades in currency Bevel: It depends on the universe. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He wouldn't know.]] Whirl: Last time I checked--and this is what a dog told me--I'm sitting around five million galactic standard Whirl: But SOMEONE told me I was worth more dead--which seems like a lie, usually it's worth more to bring someone in alive. Whirl: But I did... sort of make a big Oops. Recently. B l u r r: Wh? B l u r r: *Eh? Whirl: Before I came here and met all of you guys, I mean. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Whadja do?// Whirl: Apparently, assassinated a beloved politician. Whirl: Well, okay, I know he's DEAD but I didn't know he was important. FakeProwl: ... WHICH beloved politician. Whirl: ...I thought you knew. Whirl: *peers* Not important. He's very dead. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ain't Ratbat, is it?// Whirl: No, no. Not one of ours. FakeProwl: No, he said beloved. Whirl: *snrks* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave trembles with the strain of holding back a laugh; Rumble explodes with one for him.* FakeProwl: Would it be the beloved politician I spent the last four thousand years courting an alliance with before he was unexpectly killed by a "wandering, malfunctioning cyclops" on Hedonia? Is it that one? Whirl: *shrugs* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Drama and gossip senses tingling. Soundwave stops trembling to listen.* Whirl: I mean, doesn't SOUND like me. I'm functioning perfectly normally, after all. Bevel: *giggles into her hand* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble offers the Boss a listening snack. He waves it away.* FakeProwl: I THINK they were referring to the fact that said cyclops wandered out of a bar, MURDERED someone, and wandered back in. Whirl: Hmm... also doesn't sound like me. When have you ever heard of me ever WILLINGLY leaving a bar? FakeProwl: Four thousand years! I was on a reduced fraction basis with half of his preferred gestalts! All wasted! Whirl: Man. Yeah, that sounds frustrating. Hope you catch the guy. Bevel: *welp now seems like a good time to leave huh* FakeProwl: You—! FakeProwl: .... RRGH! *shoves his face in his hands. FOUR THOUSAND YEARS. FOUR THOUSAND.* FakeProwl: *FOUR THOUSAND YEARS OF /SOCIALIZING/.* Whirl: *tilts his head. The Most Innocent Face* Bevel: *wave to SW and co. bye!* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave just. Gently pats his shoulder. What the hell else do you do other than a There, There to something like that? ANd a nod to Bevel.* B l u r r: [[ welp, i gotta open so yall have fun! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((byeeeee)) FakeProwl: ((gnight~ sleep well)) Tara: (( i gotta peace out too, night guys <3 B l u r r: / waves claw and just tells people not to break stuff / Whirl: ((GNIGHT)) Whirl: Seeya, Teach! FakeProwl: *grabs soundwave's knee for stability. soundwave. four thousand years.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, there we go. He'll cover the hand with his other hand. He knows. Not this specific thing, but many things like it, and enough to know that four thousand years of socialization is awful.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble pings Whirl.* @W: //Okay but how'd ya do it?// Whirl: @R: I just shot him. Didn't seem to see it coming. ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //Psh. Swear to Primus politicians don't never go down tough.// Whirl: *nods* @R: Too pampered, most of them. Whirl: All right! I can sense our good pal Prowl needs... a moment, he seems kinda verklempt. So I'm out. Whirl: Catch you guys later--probably at Dancitron. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Very well. Consider bringing some tinsel.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble squints at Prowl. He doesn't look very clamped at all.* Whirl: *nods* I'll see what I can scare up. *going to carefully extricate himself so Rumble doesn't get dumped out--and nudge him one last time, in thanks. He tried* FakeProwl: *he's extremely clamped* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Bops Whirl goodnight and grins. Seeya Monday.* Whirl: *and with a final bob good-night, he is gone* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Would you prefer company while you process this data or should he return you to the Constructicons?]] FakeProwl: ... Mrgh. Doesn't make a difference. *he's moving through the stages of grief. he's already hopped from Anger straight to Depression.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...He will try not to be insulted by that somehow.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Come with him, then. He will distract you with details of his last project.]] FakeProwl: *will soundwave's presence or lack thereof bring Imperius Drax back from the dead?* FakeProwl: ... Sure. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Well, he got several minicons back...* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Anyway, it's the best he's got as far as comfort goes. He'll nod and withdraw his hand so he can leave the ship and go back home. Prowl's welcome to follow or not as he wants.* FakeProwl: *he waits for Soundwave to leave, then flickers out to go join him.*

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01/07/2017

catboii

>You head over to B.C's place via the coords he gave you. You imagine he should be easy to find or he'll be waiting for you, because if you have to go looking for him you're gonna whine at him.

beatconductor > You still got the transportalizer located in a room at your little 'office' which is set up as a makeshift lounging area. Not the most fancy, but it should be comfy enough. And since you have a hard time gathering enough energy for work today, you're just resting on the couch and waiting for your guest.

catboii >Yep good he was easy to find (you can recognise his cute face from his selfies). You're not gonna have to complain at him after all. Mixed up in all your turbulent self loathing and hype for actually getting to see him finally is a thought. How much weird stuff has he seen from the depths of the multiverse so far (you're nothing much but at least you're cute). You make a show of being extra when you see him. Hop up off one paw, your glittery fairy-like wings keeping you hovering rather than pointlessly draining your psionics, and make sure to swish your tail when you float yourself to sit next to him. Normally even you would be a little- held back? Cautious? With someone who is technically a stranger, but you're bro-linked now. He has your vent and your porn blog and you have his... combined mess of a blog that's actually a little precious. And he offered to pet you when you were obviously not doing good and he's not doing good and you mostly wanna see if you can make him feel better somehow. Give him a distraction from whatever it is that's bothering him. Petting you is definitely a good distraction you are precious. "Hey." Yes, very eloquent.

((I didn't mean for this to be longish feel free to reply as short or whatever as you want im p informal it's all fun lmao))

beatconductor ((omg)) Well, as much as you've read about timelines and alternates already, it's still a little weird to see him in person. Especially since you're sort of close with the local Sollux and they -do- look similar. But C is also so... EXTRA. You can't help but snort at that entrance. "Sup." Yeah, equally as eloquent. You too would usually be a little more cautious, but after all the virtual fistbumps and s ((whoops too early wait there's more))

beatconductor You too would usually be a little more cautious, but after the virtual fistbumps, exchange of porn, troubles, selfies (and most of all bonding over corpse pics), it feels like you already know each other well enough. But how do you start a conversation now. Or a petting session? Should you just ask him about his mood or what? Actually you're kind of fascinated by that tail (and ears, but the tail is easier to reach) and can't help but give it a little poke. That thing is really the real deal huh? "Dude..." Eloquent.

catboii >Aw he's like a crow that found something shiny. Your tail twitches when he touches it, and you mock frown. "Dude... You can't just go around touching guy's tails what are you an earth veterinarian." Your pout is so obviously fake and there that's your icebreaker. You lean your forehead against his shoulder and flip your tail onto/into his hand. It's long enough that when you're standing it can drag on the floor. "How are you doing?"

beatconductor "Nah more like a derse taxidermist" Well, that was highly unfitting response. Oops. Either way, you're busy ruffling the whole tail. "Well right now I'm petting a fluffy fairy so pretty damn fine I'd say." You did notice he doesn't like being called a furry, so look at you avoiding saying that. Also, you're kind of avoiding to really answer the question, since you just want off the whole emotional rollercoaster. "How's you."

catboii >You smile to yourself and nuzzle his shoulder, making sure you don't jab him in the face with your horns. You dont know about trolls around here,5 but you're very affectionate and vocal as standard. Iro54nically just like a cat. "I'll make surur Moonie hits you up if we fuck up our insurance scam and I die for real. Can you make me look good?" You don't really expect any different from him and you wouldn't have it any other way. He's funny and he's Real™ in a way you can't quite put your finger on. You do notice that he avoided, but kind of hope it's also to do with the fact that you're here. "Mmh I'm better now. Thanks"

01/08/2017

beatconductor > Considering your girlfriend is actually a cat troll, you're used to such a show of affection (but it's adorable nonetheless).

beatconductor From his position against your shoulder he luckily can't see your face well, right? Because your light skin blushes way too easily. "Man I know two morticians and my local death ram promised to stuff me after my death. If I can't make you look good I know peeps that can. Though if they look at you they'll think you're some kinda cryptozoology thing." And here goes a hand up to Sol's head to test the ears. Soft.. Real, yeah that's a word that you'd use for him too. With all the issues and quirks you've seen him display, you feel like he can easily understand and accept you for all you do or don't show. 01/08/2017

catboii >As much as B.C is all mysterious and aloof, you think you're getting him better now. He doesn't wanna bring other people down with his bullshit, and you get that. You wouldn't say it out loud because apparently it's a flaw, but you're detached enough from people that you don't really get effected by that stuff. You're happy to listen, and you like making people feel better. Honestly you like watching emotions go from one extreme to another, but you like B.C. You probably won't make him one of your official experiments. You do feel he has alot potential though, and if he didn't have to deal with stuff alone then he could probably get on that. It's not your call though, and you're not about to go pseudo pale on his ass, so he's safe. Right now it isn't really a thought, all you're here for is to get pets and give him attention in return in your own way to just help take his mind off things for a while. When he touches your ears they twitch and you lean your head into his hand, so if he wasn't actually gonna pet them he is now. You're a needy little kitty. You purr at him, low and quiet, and shuffle closer to him, so you can lean against him fully. "You smell nice. I think. Humans smell weird." 01/08/2017

beatconductor > Mysterious, do people actually think that? Socially inept, more like. But you very much appreciate his lack of prying. Though if anyone could figure out how to do it the right way, it's probably him. "Uh thanks I guess. Must be the smell of stress and death." You're only half joking. You can't really imagine what kind of scent he means and likes, but hey, a compliment is a compliment. Also you're definitely petting the ears now.

catboii >Well you like him and that's all that matters thanks. You rest your chin on his shoulder so you can kinda look at him, although you're badly longsighted so he's just an attractive blur this close up honestly. "Yeah I'm getting the aromatic undertones of death for sure. I wasn't gonna say that outright 'cause I though it'd sound like 'hey waddup you smell dead' you feel and that's not quite it." You're joking. You smooch him on the cheek, then settle your own cheek against his shoulder. "You know I read this thing apparently petting cats alot makes humans less likely to develop heart disease since it's relaxing." You smile up at him all cute like and stick your tongue out a bit, a little blep for good measure. Precious.

beatconductor You've read and seen how overly affectioate he is so you were prepared. And it's kinda really nice. "Oh neat so petting you might give me back like a year of all those decades I already lost. Man don't think I'll really get old enough in this city to ever have heart problems besides caffeine overdoses maybe." Oh god he does the blep. And you just can't resist to grab the tongue. How very childish.

catboii >It takes you a second to remember which one a decade is. First you got it confused with a century. Man how old is he, 'all those decades'. Dramatic. He's only like two and a half decades old isn't he? What a nerd. And now you're gonna bite his finger, or thumb, or hand, or whatever you can get to. Only a little bit. No broken skin. But you're not letting go. Huff and give him a muffled 'rude' which sounds more like 'boob'.

01/09/2017

beatconductor More like how much older will you get? You're not really expecting to do another ten years, but whatever. When he catches your fingers, you answer with a hoarse quiet yelp, but an amused one. That was really nothing to worry about, you've been bitten far worse before. "You're the boob, jerkface." You try to pry open that mouth with your other hand, taking the chance to get a look at his choppers. Troll teeth are always so cool. ((We can just let this stop here to hop onto a new thing uvu also just in case you're wondering carmineclock is my blog too just wanna keep up with my faves on a less busy dashboard))

catboii ((I saw in the about I was like yep that makes sense lmao. Still follows. But yeah that works lmao, they would've just awkwardly half cuddled from there c': ))

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