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umbrahighpriestofgiratina · 7 years

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Rude Awakening, Chapter 1

Aaand, after some delays preventing me from getting it here, here’s a chapterfic. It’s a crossover of Pokemon and Fire Emblem Awakening, and has ties to not only the Yangverse but some RP shenanigans of mine involving both franchises. Knowledge of Fire Emblem is nice but not strictly required due to the characters explaining stuff along the way. Anyway, to start off, Chapter 1, where Palkia gets some weird vacation ideas.

Chapter 1: Off The Clock You'd expect picking a vacation spot would be easier for the goddess of space, Palkia thought. Unfortunately, it wasn't, for the vacation spots were ones a bit out of her comfort zone in that regard: Alternate universes, ones mostly heavily displaced from the ones she sometimes casually visited. It didn't help the guide to said multiverse she was reading had various terrible jokes and memes scrawled in it by a certain brother of hers. She groaned and looked up to gaze around said brother's home dimension, looking among the black and purple haze and the chunks of off-looking earth with off-looking plant life until she spotted Giratina in his Origin forme, idly hovering and levitating a Nintendo 3DS he was playing before him. Knowing her space-bending powers would probably be affected by the nature of the place, Palkia spread her wings and summoned a jet of water to propel her to a chunk of the off-looking earth near where her brother was idly floating to wave the book at him, scowling. "Hey! Giratina! You agreed to help here!" Giratina turned his attention away from the video game to address his sister. "Ooh, right, the vacation! What's it for again?" Palkia sighed and shook her head. "We're trying to cheer Dialga up!" "Isn't bro too stuffy and busy for a vaycay most of the time?" Palkia paused, then looked away. "It... Hasn't been that long since... What happened with Cyrus. I see him more than you do. As much as he tries to hide it he's still really upset over it." She turned back to him with a still-despondent look."And... Well, we both already owe you, that kid, and Cynthia big time for stopping him... But you know the multiverse better than I do, so I wanted you to help me pick a fun spot. So we could both cheer him up." Giratina paused, then nodded somberly himself. "Good point... We could all try to find a place to chill after that..." He then promptly turned back to his game. "Just let me get to a spot where I can save..." "Alright, then-" She took a closer look at the game he's playing and scowled. "Hey, wait a minute!" She snatched the game and system from him. "That's my copy of the latest-" She paused, stared at the game for a few seconds, then snapped two of her claws together and grinned. "That's it! We give Dialga one hell of a theme vacation!" Giratina stared at her in confusion. "Why would we want to take him video game shopping?" Palkia smirked. "A bit deeper than that, dear brother." She gestured to the eldritch space around them. "Your little... abode ties into all sorts of other worlds! Now, not even we know exactly how many are out there, but likely millions, trillions, quite possibly an infinite number of 'em! And if there are that many, well, some might just very well be kinda familiar..." She points to the 3DS's screens. "...But that's more your department. Can you find out if there's a universe anything like the thirteenth and newest installment of my favorite strategy game series?" Giratina blinked and stared a good while before responding. "Um... Lemmie try something." He soared off further into his realm until he was a speck in the distance, leaving Palkia to stand impatiently and cross her arms to stare after him a while. Eventually, Giratina returned levitating a small rectangular device in front of him, using the points of the tentacle-like structures on his back to tap it carefully. Palkia eyed the device quizzically. "Is that… A Sliphpad?" "Yup! State of the art. Use it for keeping track of all the really out there universes as well as the closer-to-home ones." Palkia glanced at the book she was holding then at Giratina irritably. "Why'd you give me the musty guide with all your doodles in it then?" "Hey, don't diss my modern art." Palkia flung the book at Giratina's head. He didn't notice as it bounced off of one of his facial plates, but he did notice something on the screen he quickly tapped a tentacle to and levitated toward Palkia for her to look at. "Is this it, sis?" Palkia grumbled as she took the Sliphpad, expecting Giratina to have found a world closer to Dragonite Quest or Last Legend or, if she was lucky, a previous game in the same series as the one she wanted, only for her own eyes to light up upon seeing she was wrong. "This… This is it! It's pretty much it! I can't believe I'm saying this, Giratina, but you're a genius! Thank you so much!" She embraced her more serpentine brother, who reciprocated with his three sets of tentacles. After the hug was broken, she bounced up and down excitedly on her large feet, her claws clenched and her long tail thumping the ground in excitement. "This is gonna be great! We're gonna take Dialga on vacation there and all have a blast, and he's gonna be so much happier and we just need to think up some good disguises and get access to -" She froze in place mid-sentence, then scowled, tapping her foot. "Great. I just realized there's one particular obstacle to getting the resources." Giratina gave her a puzzled look. "...Um, we're Legendaries? We can just get 'em however?" Palkia sighed and put a claw to her forehead. "...Problem is that "however" involves one particular other Legendary." ---------------- "So... let me get this straight, space babe." Palkia's eye twitched at that particular moniker from the small, grey-and-pink creature with gold hoops before her and Giratina within a quiet forest grove, but allowed him to continue. "You want to take your bro on vacation to a fancy swords 'n sorcery universe to cheer him up after that Cyrus guy tried to push the reset button on the universe, and honestly, I don't blame ya!" said Hoopa. "Some asshole trying to do that has gotta rub you guys the wrong way." He then raised an eyebrow. "That said, why do top-tier deity Legendaries like you guys need into... The Stash?" Palkia sighed. "Hoopa. Everymon knows you are the ultimate hoarder. Your pocket dimensions are filled to the brim with the sorts of things we need for this fantasyland vacation we can have easy access to anytime, so we're gonna need you to tag along." "Plus, if I screw with your pocket dimensions enough I can let us get to the wifi and stuff back home!" said Giratina. "Can't forget the essentials." "...What he said too," said Palkia. Hoopa tapped one of his mitt-like hands to his chin in thought for a bit before looking to the other two Legendaries and nodding. "...Alright then. You guys are the bosses. Plus, If you wanna cheer your bro up that bad that's a hell of a nice thing to do. I guess I can let you in on The Stash for this little trip of yours." He then smirked a bit. "...On three conditions." Palkia scowled. "Figured. What do you want, you greedy little djinn?" Hoopa's smirk grew wider. "First, all use of the Stash is under my supervision." "Okay, that's fair enough. Next?" "Second, I actually want in on this vacation, not just to be some sort of luggage carrier. And if it helps on your end I'll at least try to help cheer your brother up." "Also fair enough, what's the thi-" Hoopa made a gesturing motion with one of his hands as his smirk morphed into an outright mischievous grin. "...Bottle." Palkia's scowl likewise grew more intense. "You know full we-" "Deal's a deal." "Just roll with the dude, sis," said Giratina. "...Fine," said Palkia, "but keep an eye on him." A rift in space opened, which she quickly dashed through. ------------ In a Hoenn Pokemart winding down for the evening, a lone employee stood idly lost in thought as he waited for his manager to bring his paycheck, only to hear a voice in front of him. "Yo!" He blinked and turned to see a young, pink-haired, red-eyed woman in pink and white clothing - he noted her t-shirt had characters from the TV show Valiant Knight Skarmory on it - giving him a doe-eyed look that to the worker seemed a tad too innocent. "Hi there! Let me guess, you were working the night shift one night some time ago?' "Erm, yea-" "And this crazy old man came in and robbed the place?" "...Y-yeah?" "And then he gave you this bottle and made all these oh-so-creepy mutterings about this Hoopa Pokemon whose power would be unsealed for three days if you opened it but when you did nothing happened and it was all like, to use the phrasing of one of my brothers, two spoopy four you?" "H-how-" "And you've just been oh so dearly hoping you can find some passerby you can feasibly pawn it off to so you don't have to deal with it anymore?" "U-um..." The woman extended a hand. "Gimmie." The man quickly pulled out a strange purple-grey-and-gold bottle and plopped it into her palm. "Thank you sir, have a nice day!" A rift in space opened next to her, which she darted through just before it closed and vanished. The man simply stared blankly a good while after. "...I need a raise." ---------------- Palkia quickly emerged back in the grove where her brother and Hoopa were, her more natural form and scowl quickly returning. "Found it." Giratina blinked. "How'd you find it so fa-" "The 'pay a guy to act like a creepy hobo and pawn it to some nobody' trick is losing its luster, Giratina." Giratina fell silent as Palkia grumbled and popped open the bottle. Immediately a sparking haze of black energy emerged and swirled around Hoopa, and he laughed maniacally as he grew and grew until the haze dispersed to reveal a towering, six-armed, monstrous version of himself. "Yes! My true power! And I know just what i'm going to do with it first!" He created six portals from his hoops and reached through them with all six arms to pull out countless boxes of donuts of various brands. "Hey!" Said Palkia. "You're supposed to help us with-" "Aye, space babe, hold up! Getting my true form back works up an appetite!" He promptly used all six arms to shovel the donuts into his toothy maw and toss the boxes away, let out a resounding belch, then turned back to the two dragons before him. "Alright, appetite sated, I'm ready. What are we gonna need from The Stash for this little renaissance affair?" Palkia's expression became more passive as she put a claw to her chin. "Hmmm..." -------------- In a dimension dominated by an omnipresent blue haze and teal, diamond-like, crystals of various sizes floating through it, Dialga was peaceably reading a book - a long one, he needed it to keep his mind on it for long. He flipped to one page, blinked at something scrawled in the corner, and groaned. "Giratina, must you leave your mortal innuendoes and cultural crude jokes everywhere?" It was right then he heard a voice from behind him."Bigger question, bro, you ready for us to rock your world?" Dialga stiffened with an annoyed expression and turned around. "Please tell me you weren't stupid enough to replicate a certain-" He blinked to find not only Giratina, but Palkia and Unbound Hoopa standing together before him, standing under a banner that said "VACATION TIME!" With a strange teardrop-shaped sigil Dialga didn't recognise below it. "...Alright, what are you three up to?" "We're up to cheering you up by going on a multiversal vacation!" Said Palkia. "Sis got a crazy idea for the theme," said Giratina. "And it only took just under three days for us to get most of the stuff read-" said Hoopa. Suddenly a mass of black energy dispersed from him and entered someplace on Palkia's person, reverting him to the form of a small, poltergeist-like creature. "...Scratch that, exactly three days," said the now-Confined Hoopa. He made another beckoning gesture to Palkia, who wagged a claw back in a scolding fashion. "Ah ah. You're gonna need to be small and innocuous-looking for part of this." "And what exactly are the fine details of "this"?" said Dialga, scanning the other three skeptically. "Well," said Palkia, "You - and really, all of us - could use a load off after... the Cyrus incident..." Everyone grew silent. Dialga stiffened a bit but allowed Palkia to continue. "...But me and the others found a good way to do so!" Said Palkia. "Go on a theme vacation to an out-of-the-way universe and have fun incognito with the locals to let off steam better than Volcanion does!" "Erm," whispered Hoopa, "Knowing Volcanion personally, if you take what you just said metaphorically it totally works,but more literally not so much since she can get kinda-" "I know, stick to the script!" Palkia whispered back. Dialga just stared awkwardly until hesitantly continuing. "...Go on?" "Well," said Palkia, "Giratina and I found a universe just like the thirteenth, newest game in my favorite strategy game series! And Hoopa here's gonna join the ride and let us all have access to local niceties while we're at it!" *"We'll go incognito, chill with the locals, relax, have a good time," said Giratina. "It'll be perfect!" "And I've got all we need to keep access to conveniences back home!" said Hoopa. "It's a win-win situation!" Dialga looked at them all, conflicted, before sighing. "All of you, I appreciate the effort and" - he paused - "concern. But this sounds rather risky, especially given things have gotten iffy via Palkia getting me too deeply into her interests in a less literal fashion. Remember when you tried to get me to read that Home-whatsit comic, sister? I had to drown my sorrows in Giratina's alcohol over all the convoluted meddling with time in its narrative!" Palkia frowned and raised a claw. "Okay, that was an exceptional case, yet I get why you're wary. But me and Giratina found a spacetime coordinate in this universe that'll be totally fine." "How?" said Dialga. "Doesn't that strategy game involve war? We can't barge in on another universe and commit wanton murder on the locals!" "That sweet spot Palkia mentioned is an era of peace, bro, just long enough for a good cooldown," said Giratina. "...Era of peace?" said Dialga. He turned his head away and thought a bit before turning back and nodding. "...That does, in fact, sound nice." He frowned again. "But abandoning our posts here might cause complications, especially so soon after a disruption..." "Well first," said Palkia; "we're not Legendaries from some human fantasy novel that go poof if no one is around to clap their hands and believe, You know we're made of tougher metaphysical stuff than that. We can leave and come right back in a spacetime sense just fine. And just to make sure, Hoopa can help us keep an eye on things back home." Dialga paused, then lowered his head and closed his eyes a bit before looking up and smiling. "...Very well. This vacation could be just what we all need." Palkia pumped her claws. "Yes! Thank you, Dialga, you're going to love this! We're going to love this!" "Alrighty then!" said Hoopa. "Now the multiversal getaway is a thing, we gotta get the disguises ready!" Dialga eyed him oddly. "Disguises?" Hoopa grinned. "Newsflash, Timeasaur! Me and your sis teamed up on the filthy cosplaying and LARPing bit!' ---------- The four Legendaries, all but Hoopa having assumed human forms, were gathered around four of the latter's pocket dimension hoops, all going over a book together with Palkia. "OK, to start I think I'll demonstrate what we're going for..." said Palkia. She hopped into the hoop-portal and emerged a few minutes later wearing a distinctly flamboyant dress-like outfit themed around her more natural dragon form, complete with a long staff that had the Lustrous Orb embedded atop it. "Ta-da!" Dialga raised an eyebrow. "I thought this was a universe stuck in the medieval period, not one of your human magical girl shows." Palkia huffed and waved her staff at Dialga. "Not so fast. I'm a Valkrye, I've got a balance of healing and offense magic. Granted, latter for self-defense, but still." Dialga tilted his head. "So this is one of those character class things?" Palkia smirked. "Exactly." "Ooh!" said Giratina, balling his fists excitedly, "What do I get to be?" Palkia grinned. "Found a perfect one for you, Giratina..." She flipped the book to a new page and presented it to him. "Dark Knight!" "Ooh!" he said again, his red eyes giving a rather off-looking sparkle, "Is this like that one Gligarman movie?" He struck a dramatic pose. "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the vil-" Palkia quickly frowned. "Not quite right either, you've got a lot of both physical and magical power and can still take a hit." Giratina blinked. "Oh, that's cool too! Lemmie get mine on..." He ducked into his own portal and emerged in plate armor themed around his own natural form, complemented with a sword adorned with a Griseous Orb on its hilt. "Ready to kick ***!" <OK, wait, if you guys are all putting on human suits for the locals, how do I get in on that?> said Hoopa. Palkia raised an eyebrow. "You likely have something in that "stash" of yours... " Hoopa placed a mitt-like hand to his chin and thought a bit before his eyes widened. <Wait! There's that one armband doohickey, hold on!> He jumped into his hoop portal and emerged shortly after as a scrawny, bronze-skinned youth, more teenager-ish in looks than his fellows, with pink hair tied back in a ponytail. "Geez, I dunno how you guys are so used to the whole funny looking monkey gig, such weird spindly legs..." He shuddered, then turned to Palkia. "But I'll live with it for this. Speaking of which, what do I go as for this whole LARPing session?" Palkia smirked and turned the pages of the book to a page she held up for Hoopa to see. "Trickster." Hoopa looked and grinned. "That's my style." He lept through his portal again and emerged wearing clothes themed around his confined form that seemed a paradoxical combination of jestery and roguelike. "Ready to role!" He turned to Dialga. "Your turn, vacation boy." Dialga put a hand to his chin and thought, then turned to Palkia. "May I see the book?" Palkia handed it over, with Dialga immediately flipping through it until he came upon a particular page and grinned. "Perfect! This "Manakete" class suits me nicely." Palkia raised an eyebrow. "The dragon one?" "Yes! It'll let me assume my natural form while still blending in!" Palkia scowled. "Hey! You may be vacation boy, but no cheating!" She smiled and flipped to another page in the book. "How about a Taguel? Turns you into a critter other than a dragon, good for variety, huh?" Dialga looked a bit before nodding. "Acceptable." "Great! Can I have your Adamant Orb?" Dialga hesitantly handed it over before Palkia and Hoopa whispered to each other, she dived into his hoop, and emerged with the Adamant Orb emitting a strange glow. "Here you go!" Dialga warily took the orb back and gasped and shuddered a bit as his human ears grew much longer and floppier in shape and excess blue hair sprouted in several places on his body. "What just-" "I tweaked it a bit to let it serve as your Beaststone. It'll let you shift between what you are now and your more beastial form. Though for this form you should get that armor you saw in the book on." Dialga blinked, but hopped into his own hoop anyway, and hopped out in armor that was, like his fellows, themed around his more natural form, but in his case form-fitted around his upper arms, lower legs, waist, and chest with no noticeable weapon. "I... believe I am ready." "OK!" said Palkia. "I think our usual human monikers will work here." "Valentina for you, Howard for Giratina, and Quentin for Dialga, right?" said Hoopa. Palkia smiled. "Yep." Hoopa smiled back. "Call me Bartimaeus then." "Fine by me. Everything we need packed in The Stash already?" Hoopa nodded. "Yep." Palkia turned to Giratina and grinned. "Gratina? Rev up that portal." Giratina grinned back to spread his hands in front of him and summon a large, distorted portal with a bright light emerging from within. "So we're going?" "Ayep!" said Hoopa. "You bet," said Palkia. "But Giratina?" "Yeah sis?" "No flirting with the locals." Giratina raised a finger to object before Palkia cut him off. "Of any gender or species." Giratina grumbled, and crossed his arms as he followed the others into the portal. ***

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verdigrisprowl · 7 years

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Sept 4 Dancitron Movie Night - Alien: Covenant

Shockwave showed up so he and Soundwave could moon over the xenomorphs. Rumble confessed his attraction to Whirl, and it was spectacular. Post-movie Prowl gave Soundwave a song.

ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm *Soundwave settles on the couch, 110% ready for tonight. He is here for this. He has been waiting for this. It is a good night to be him.* Specs 8:01 pm *the dragon scoots in, hauling a cylinder as big as she is. it's sloshing. she's also got a box of energon mercury drops carefully balanced on her back, which she puts with the rest of the snacks.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm //...Y'need help with that, or...// Specs 8:04 pm I absolutely need help. I can't feel my front legs. *the dragon kinda flops in place* But, I think, this might work. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm \\WANT ME TO CUT 'EM OFF FOR YA?\\

[[Frenzy.]] \\I WAS JUS' KIDDIN'.\\ Specs 8:06 pm ...I need those to make things. Kristen 8:06 pm *guess who's been coaxed out of seclusion by the promise of his Favorite Organic* FakeProwl 8:07 pm *appears, and takes his usual seat next to Soundwave. greetings/permission ping.* Bevel 8:07 pm *trundles in after Specs* Did you carry that all by yourself? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm \\YER RIGHT. I AIN'T GONNA CUT OFF GENIUS CLAWS LIKE THEM.\\ That's his snack supply, you know. Specs 8:08 pm I did! No one else likes living up on the moon full-time, and I wouldn't bring anyone in here that Soundwave hadn't vetted first. But. It's pretty heavy. Windchill 8:08 pm *Appears.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm *Soundwave nods hello to Shockwave, pleased to see that he's come for The Science.* Windchill 8:08 pm Hello.... It's me... Bevel 8:08 pm *does it have a lid?* Windchill 8:09 pm *Don't worry, he's only THREATENING to break into an Adele song.* Specs 8:09 pm Oh! Thank you, Frenzy! *the dragon is VERY flattered* *her cylinder has a hinged lid, yes* Shockwave 8:09 pm *wouldn't get the pop culture joke even if Chill had continued, no worries here* Bevel 8:10 pm *ok then Bevel can offer this suggestion for future moving of said cylinder* You could roll it on its side! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm *Then turns to Prowl to nod and.. and there it is. Permission. He returns the ping with one of acknowledgment... and tries to keep his glowing to a minimum. It's hard, because permission on one side and a rare visit from the other ally on the other, but he can do it. He can.* *...No he can't. Tiny boost.* Specs 8:11 pm I... Yes. I could have done that. *the dragon attempts to hide her snout with her paws* Well, I guess this is why I bake things instead of engineer them! Bevel 8:11 pm *wave for Shockwave. this room needs more giant purple bots* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm //You gonna serenade us, Furniture Boy?// Bevel 8:12 pm You can always call me to help too if you want. I do not mind visiting moons. *grins* Windchill 8:12 pm *Looks around, as if he can't imagine who Rumble is referring to.* Specs 8:12 pm Oh! Well, if you wanted to, I'd be happy to have you! You might have to taste-test some things, though. Bevel 8:13 pm Sure! Shockwave 8:13 pm *small nod to Bevel* ((sorry i was futzing with my profile pic stuff)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm ((yo ur showin up as kristen is that okay or)) Windchill 8:14 pm *Mostly, he'd noting that Whirl isn't present, which means no serenading will be happening.* Shockwave 8:14 pm ((HM its ok but I'll change it lol)) Whirl 8:16 pm *it is time for the peace and quiet to End; Whirl trots on in, and he is once again bearing gifts. It's a plain rectangular case with curious rounded bumps on the bottom* Specs 8:16 pm *the dragon perks up* Whirl! I think I have something you can taste! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm ((FIVE MINUTE WARNING GET YOUR SNAX)) Bevel 8:16 pm Hey, Whirl! Whirl 8:17 pm *he'll bob his head at everyon* Sup, Shovel? And--really? Okay, give me just a second, I have a delivery to make. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm \\YO, WHIRL.\\ Shockwave 8:17 pm ((how long is this one btw i heard its... kind of in the vein of the Long Movie Trend nowadays)) Windchill 8:17 pm (( *puts in headphones and switches to HD, I remembered this time. Go me.* )) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm ((just on 2 hours)) Windchill 8:17 pm (( OH MY GOD. )) (( I am ready. )) Specs 8:18 pm Take your time! I can't feel my legs anyways. Windchill 8:18 pm *Y'all are lucky Whirl is busy.* Shockwave 8:18 pm *the organic has suffered nerve damage... noted* Windchill 8:18 pm *You are spared a serenade...for now.* Whirl 8:18 pm ...that sounds like something you might wanna fix. *a head bob at Frenzy, and he makes his way to the bar* Ravage. I bring you exotic goods from off-Cybertron. *it's eggs. Whirl found some incredible edible eggs* Specs 8:19 pm Nah, it'll go away. *the dragon yawns and stretches* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm *Soundwave sends a gentle nudge in Prowl's direction, just to remind him to expect the occasional feeling of something where it doesn't belong. Nothing more than a faint brush.* FakeProwl 8:20 pm *hm. Soundwave's other partner is here. Since that's such a rare occurrence, Prowl won't try to compete for Soundwave's attention. Avatar flickers and Prowl's relocated to a couch by himself.* *... And belatedly, clumsily, attempts to send a gentle nudge back. Is that detectable? Did he do it right.* Shockwave 8:21 pm ((i do suddenly wonder how telepathy works through holoforms. spaaaace magic)) Whirl 8:21 pm *now that the eggs are delivered, he will trot on over to his usual table and kick back* All right, little dragon. Hit me. Whatcha got? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm ((same way it works through comms and across timelines: mun sneezes and misdirects everyone's attention from important questions)) Bevel 8:24 pm ((pft Shockwave 8:24 pm ((*wiggles fingers* pay no attention to the plot hole behind the curtain)) FakeProwl 8:24 pm ((i imagine it piggybacks off of comm frequencies somehow.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm ((ALL RIGHT here's the warnings: ...everything. like. flashing, gore, fire, vomiting, hand mutilation, violence, cursing, suggestive content, gross science, parasitism...)) Whirl 8:25 pm ((djfks everything)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm ((partial nudity also, among other things)) Windchill 8:25 pm *He QUIETLY sits down, beside Whirl before anyone else can take the spot.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm ((ARE WE READY)) Specs 8:25 pm *the dragon gets up, and carefully attempts to lift the cylinder up to whirl. she's pretty wobbly though, from hauling it in* Cobaltite! With some lead sulfate to "taste," I think? But mostly cobaltite and high grade. I heard, although from a different universe, that this is going to be spicy as the Goddess' wrath. ((READY)) Whirl 8:25 pm *he'll bob his head to Windchill, who seriously overestimates other peoples' desire to sit near him, bless his spark* Windchill 8:26 pm (( I was gonna say there's hand mutilation in it @ Whirl. )) FakeProwl 8:26 pm ((BRING ON THE ALIENS)) Specs 8:26 pm I did not drink this, so I don't know if I put enough in. Tell me if it's got a sour aftertaste so I can add more lead crystals. Shockwave 8:26 pm ((please send in my wife)) Windchill 8:26 pm *He wants to sit next to Whirl, so naturally he assumes.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *Ravage sniffs the egg carton left behind and wrinkles his nose. What are these...?*

*Soundwave manages to catch the nudge. He nods just enough for Prowl to see.* Whirl 8:26 pm *he'll reach down and pluck the cylinder up, and then, after a moment's consideration, offer her a ride up to the table, should she choose* Yeah? Well, hot damn. FakeProwl 8:27 pm *good! that worked.* Whirl 8:27 pm *when whirl gets distracted by dragons ravage just finds Strange Eggs on his bar, this is the way of the world* Bevel 8:27 pm *will sit by one or both of the twins depending on where they're at* Shockwave 8:27 pm ((yknow ravage some humans like egg in their cocktails)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm ((...can y'all hear sound)) Specs 8:27 pm *the dragon gratefully accepts the ride. her legs are TIRED.* I hope this works! ((I heard sounds)) Whirl 8:28 pm (((me2!)) Windchill 8:28 pm (( I heard sound. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm ((my damn computer. two seconds.)) Whirl 8:28 pm *there, you now have a place on Whirl's table; he willset about investigating this canister by opening it and smelling it* ((o7)) Shockwave 8:28 pm ((i heard sound, my pal was having an issue the other day where they couldnt hear sound while hosting but it transfered fine)) ((i think he had to put in headphones or restart or something)) Whirl 8:29 pm *on a scale of "hot sauce" to "might strip away the inner lining of your fuel tank," how spicy does this stuff smell* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm ((here we go. restarted browser)) Specs 8:30 pm *it might take the glossa on the way down, but will probably cause no permanent damage* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm *Both twins are in the middle of the floor. They're here for TERROR.*

*Ravage noses the carton open and rumbles. He knows what these are now. Munchies for later. Pocket pocket.* Windchill 8:30 pm You can just say "walk," you know. *He thinks that's funny for some reason.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm *And Soundwave rests his hand just against Shockwave's leg. It's been so long since they got new data on these forms. He is pleased by the opportunity, brief though it may be.* Whirl 8:31 pm *then whirl's golden, he has no glossa. Takes a careful sip* Ohh, not bad. A completely different kind of spicy than the Gaugebuster. ...I forgot that there was more than one kind of spicy. Windchill 8:31 pm (( Whirl are u on skype. )) (( o7 )) Specs 8:32 pm *the dragon can't help a sigh of relief* Oh, good. I can't taste these, I'm glad it worked out. Windchill 8:32 pm Imagine tracking mud all over this pristine white room with all of this fancy stuff. That's what I would do. Ruin it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm \\I'D DO IT.\\ Windchill 8:32 pm Let's do it! Specs 8:32 pm Why use mud when you could use very bright paint? Whirl 8:32 pm 8snorts and toasts the dragon with the canister* I salute your culinary prowess. Shockwave 8:32 pm *is pleased, too. hasn't made the time to see this entry himself, yet-- not that it feels that long of a time to him* Whirl 8:33 pm I'm a fan of scorchmarks, myself. Bevel 8:33 pm Paint and stuff would be more fun. You could put a bunch of things in there. Windchill 8:33 pm I like destroying things. Specs 8:33 pm *the dragon weakly salutes* I do my best. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm [[...Leave the piano.]] Windchill 8:33 pm *Creating's fun too, but sometimes one must Destroy first.* FakeProwl 8:34 pm *why can't he get his own tea? it's right there.* *he built himself a servant that's already proving to be more intelligent than he is.* Shockwave 8:34 pm *...can relate to this 'creation' chat, though the creator human does not seem properly aware of the responsibilities involved* Windchill 8:36 pm Do androids get cold? Is that why he's wearing a hoodie? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm [[We get cold.]] Unfortunately. [[He doesn't see why they should not.]] Specs 8:36 pm To be cold is to live. Or to be dead, if you're unfortunate. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm *Lean. What are these things?* Windchill 8:36 pm Um. Shockwave 8:37 pm *head tilt* Windchill 8:37 pm It's like Jurassic Park all over again. Specs 8:37 pm *squints* Fish eggs? Shockwave 8:37 pm Human embryo, more likely. Whirl 8:38 pm Hood's a stylish look. That's my best guess. Specs 8:38 pm Why don't humans have proper shells to their eggs? They don't live in water, clearly. Whirl 8:38 pm I'd give it a shot, but my neck's too long. Windchill 8:39 pm Humans are viviparous, they don't lay eggs so there's no reason to have a shell. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm \\HUH. SO THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS TO 'EM.\\ Windchill 8:40 pm *Frowns.* Specs 8:40 pm I didn't know that! Thank you, Windchill. Windchill 8:41 pm *Nods a 'you're welcome,' a little absently.* Whirl 8:42 pm Speaking of eggs--*looks back* Those're for you, Ravage. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm *Quietly grateful for all of his recordings. Just in case.* =...To eat, yes?= Shockwave 8:42 pm (ahh my thing went blank)) Windchill 8:42 pm *Snickers. A Shockwave.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm ((eek reload)) Shockwave 8:43 pm ((i missed my name pun lmao)) Whirl 8:44 pm Yep. I heard they were pretty good. Picked 'em up on a space station. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[Can they not hold their services after they are safe?]] Shockwave 8:44 pm He acknowledged the deaths. *just a moment ago in fact. silly humans* Windchill 8:44 pm Mentioning an option like that would avoid tension and drama, the script doesn't call for it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm =Why space station?= Specs 8:45 pm It's immediacy, too, at least partially. We organics live short lives, sometimes we need to do things right away to feel like we'll be able to do them ever. Whirl 8:45 pm I've been hanging out there, past few days. Shockwave 8:45 pm ((walters different accent is weirding me out lol)) Whirl 8:45 pm Ugh, it's the dullest place imaginable, though. Everything's so... *disgustedly* Efficient. I need to find some backwater rowdy port town. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm *Rumble glances over at Whirl. So that's where he's gone, huh?* Windchill 8:46 pm I like efficiency. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm [[As does he.]] Shockwave 8:47 pm *as does he* Whirl 8:47 pm I mean I like efficency in SOME things, but it makes for a tragic lack of nightlife. Windchill 8:48 pm Hmm. *He's trying to evaluate that trade off.* Shockwave 8:48 pm *the only nightlife he needs is waking up every four hours to check on his projects* Windchill 8:49 pm Or maybe they don't trust you because you haven't done anything to demonstrate that you value their feelings or input, but I dunno. Some people care about that sort of thing. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm =Excitement is good. Some.= He wiggles his claws. =You will find it.= Bared fang smile. =Or make it.= Whirl 8:50 pm As long as I don't tragically languish away from boredom. *tips his canister at Ravage* Those eggs good for a drink? Windchill 8:50 pm *By some people, he mostly means civilians who haven't been trained to prioritize, but shh.* Shiny. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm *Ravage counts the eggs.*

=...Two.= Whirl 8:51 pm *nods* Nice. *to Windchill* If you'll excuse me a moment. *he will hop up to fetch that drink* Windchill 8:51 pm What a gross sound. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm *Ravage will get started making it.* Windchill 8:51 pm Oh, uh, sure, have fun. *Waves Whirl away. Shoo!* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm *Soundwave tilts his helm.* Windchill 8:53 pm Oh boy. Specs 8:53 pm You don't wander off the map when exploring. That's how you die. Windchill 8:53 pm *Nods.* They planned and are equipped for the other one. Changing the plan is stupid. Whirl 8:54 pm I'd do it. Bevel 8:54 pm Bad things are gonna happen. Whirl 8:54 pm Sounds more interesting. Windchill 8:54 pm If it were just ME, sure, but they have sleeping colonists who they aren't giving a choice. Specs 8:55 pm *the dragon shrugs* You pack for iceburgs, and you wander inland, you end up with glaciers. And then you're in trouble. Windchill 8:55 pm Their job is to get those colonists to Origae 6 or whatever it's called. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[Icebergs are enough trouble on their own.]] Windchill 8:55 pm Not to run around chasing a mystery signal. *Points.* Whirl 8:55 pm Well, I'm not liable to be trusted with anyone's life except my own--and sometimes not even THAT--so I probably won't be shepherding thousands of colonists. FakeProwl 8:55 pm *did prowl hear icebergs* Windchill 8:56 pm What data do they even have? Specs 8:56 pm Iceburgs are big trouble and worse boats. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm *He did. And sort of in connection with a ship. If you extend the idea.* Windchill 8:56 pm Now we know why nobody trusts this guy. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm //Pfff, he'll put it in the log.// Windchill 8:56 pm He's an idiot. Shockwave 8:56 pm *ah, this series and their sensible females* Specs 8:56 pm So, when they starve, will they eat him first? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm \\MEANS "I HEAR YA 'N DON'T CARE."\\ Windchill 8:56 pm I hope so. Whirl 8:56 pm You two said it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm =I would.= Whirl 8:57 pm *will return to his seat once he has his drink* Shockwave 8:57 pm ((i do wonder why she didnt object when he said 'any objections' though lmao)) Specs 8:57 pm I mean, he is the captain, so it's partially his duty to be eaten first even if this wasn't his fault. But since it is his fault... Whirl 8:57 pm ((didn't wanna make a scene, probably)) Windchill 8:57 pm (( Because TEH PLOT hinges on them going to this planet in defiance of common sense, like most of what happens in this film. )) Shockwave 8:57 pm (( :') ah horror tropes)) Whirl 8:57 pm ((everyone's operating on severely frayed nerves, after all)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm //...That's a duty? Signin' off on gettin' eat up?// He looks to Soundwave. //Boss. Don't never lemme captain nothin'.// Windchill 8:58 pm (( Beautiful. )) Wait wait. Specs 8:58 pm ((you could probably rename the alien series to "dude, don't touch that")) Windchill 8:58 pm They're just going down there? No pressure suits? Whirl 8:58 pm *SNORTS* Shockwave 8:58 pm ((i dont care as long as my wife gets to kill people and be beautiful)) Windchill 8:58 pm Why don't they have drones to send? Whirl 8:58 pm Looks like a fun storm. Specs 8:58 pm It's... unofficial. Especially now that most of our planet is explored. But the early explorer teams generally assumed that the captain would be eaten if they were lead to starvation. Windchill 8:59 pm Why would they risk what , half of their team on this. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm \\GUESS IT'S FAIR.\\ //Still ain't captainin'.// Windchill 8:59 pm I can't wait to see what stupid decision they make next. Specs 9:00 pm Maybe they'll eat strange rocks. Windchill 9:00 pm ...To be fair, I would probably eat a strange rock without question. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm {{You like Swoop, heh.}} Whirl 9:00 pm I believe that one hundred percent. Specs 9:00 pm Yes, but they're not designed for rocks. At least, I don't think so... Windchill 9:01 pm I'm not designed for rocks either, you gotta be, like...an Insecticon for that. Specs 9:01 pm ((OH SHIT MY MEDICINE)) Whirl 9:01 pm Does Blue eat rocks? ((GET IT SPECS OMG)) Windchill 9:01 pm But I do it anyway, I'm what you'd call "foolhardy." (( GIT IT )) *He shakes his head.* She'll eat anything she can put her mouth on, she just hasn't been introduced to a rock yet. Whirl 9:02 pm *snickers* Specs 9:02 pm ((I had it right here I just forgot about it lmao)) ((and then I went to get a kitkat and I Saw)) Whirl 9:02 pm Okay, now... all right. I'll play along and be sensible, much as it pains me: just because it looks habitable, doesn't mean it's as good a place. They can only see so much on foot. What if there's some kind of, oh, I don't know, horrific predator? That they would've picked up on that other planet? Specs 9:03 pm Do they have a planetary scanner? I've heard about them. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm *What if indeed.* Windchill 9:03 pm They're breathing the atmosphere without knowing what kind of microbes and Primus knows what else in in it Whirl 9:03 pm Yeah, he mentioned it Windchill 9:03 pm For organics, that's like...bad. Whirl 9:03 pm Very briefly. I'm guessing that the big draw is the signal. Sign of their own kind. FakeProwl 9:03 pm Obvious trap. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm [[Humans are curious.]] Tarantulas 9:03 pm *tara's coming in and making a beeline for that prowl-only couch even though he sees shockwave - you should feel loved, prowl. he's coming up behind prowl and wrapping his arms around him* Specs 9:04 pm They could get skin slough disease. Then they'd catch everything else before they died. FakeProwl 9:04 pm *starts in surprise. then pats tarantulas's claws.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm //The frag's skin slough?// Windchill 9:04 pm It sounds horrible. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm //Sounds gross. Cool. But gross.// Windchill 9:05 pm *Sputters.* They're splitting up. *Drapes himself in the chair, dramatically.* Whirl, kill me. Specs 9:05 pm It's one of the few diseases that we all share between us. It involves the skin, well, falling out in patches as it rots away. It's why you don't drink from glacial water without testing it first. Whirl 9:05 pm All right. *offers him a sip of the Gaugebuster* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm \\...DO YOU GOT PICS.\\ Whirl 9:05 pm *this kills the Windchill* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm *Soundwave nods to Tarantulas and goes back to watching* Windchill 9:05 pm *Hesitates. Does he want to risk purging on Soundwave's floor?* Specs 9:06 pm No. No I do not. I am squeamish. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm *Ravage chortles. He knows what no noise means.* \\DAMN. OKAY.\\ Tarantulas 9:06 pm *a nuzzle, a pleased nod toward soundwave, and tarantulas comes around to squish up next to prowl* How much have I missed, hmm? Specs 9:06 pm I'd offer to ask the archives to send them up, but they don't send manuscripts to the moon. Whirl 9:06 pm *speaking of Ravage, and predators, and the things predators do--Whirl's leg is all patched up* Windchill 9:06 pm Hmm, tempting, but then you'd have my backwash in your drink. You'd best not risk it. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm *Good. He doesn't need questions.* Shockwave 9:07 pm *antennae forward* FakeProwl 9:07 pm not terribly much. Whirl 9:07 pm You're right. I'd hate to do that to a good Gaugebuster. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm *Scoot. Scoot. What is this cloud.* Windchill 9:07 pm Evil fairy spores?? Whirl 9:07 pm Oh, look--scraplets? Specs 9:07 pm That looks unrealistic. Windchill 9:07 pm I just said there's a reason they shouldn't expose themselves to the atmosphere. This...looks like that reason. FakeProwl 9:08 pm The humans are trying to settle on another planet. Instead of going to the correct planet, they stopped on a suspiciously—VERY suspiciously—Earth-like planet they found in the middle of nowhere that has Earth plants and transmits a John Denver song. Windchill 9:08 pm *Maybe they'll learn their lesson and then DIE.* Whirl 9:08 pm Hm. *watching the screen with slightly more intterest than before* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm *Oh, he knows this shape.* Bevel 9:08 pm Trap. Windchill 9:08 pm Looks like two penises to me. Specs 9:08 pm I like the, um, android. He seems sensible. *is android the right word?* Whirl 9:08 pm *peers* FakeProwl 9:08 pm One of the characters is an android, but I forget which one. *all humans look alike.* Whirl 9:08 pm I mean, that's not what they rest like. Shockwave 9:08 pm It is a space vessel. Whirl 9:09 pm Like some kind of horseshoe. Windchill 9:09 pm What, the penis-ship? Whirl 9:09 pm Two penises. A split spike. It makes, like, a "v." ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm [[So there is more than one invasion method for this cloud.]] Windchill 9:09 pm Could be a double ended dildo. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm //Who flies a giant spike?// Tarantulas 9:10 pm So the excitement really hasn't quite started yet after all, hyeh. I see. Aside from this minuscule black swarm Specs 9:10 pm Someone who's compensating. Shockwave 9:10 pm It appears to penetrate the mucous membrane. Whirl 9:10 pm Hmm. Someone trying to make a point. WHAT point, I don't know. Windchill 9:10 pm I don't care, it looks like a pair of spikes to me, and I, *hand over boob,* have seen a lot of spikes. I'm like an expert. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm *Searches his files for this... finds it in Knock Out's notes on Silas. Inspect inspect. Okay, that makes sense.* Whirl 9:10 pm *just regards Windchill with amusement* @W: Yeah, I, too, speak from experience. Bevel 9:11 pm Gross. Whirl 9:11 pm But, yeah, more of those scraplet things. Neat! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm *...The ship remembers? Fascinating.* Windchill 9:11 pm @Whirl: I'll bet I've still seen more than you have, so nyeh. Whirl 9:11 pm @W: I mean MINE, doofus. Bevel 9:12 pm *pulls out a datapad and starts poking at that* Specs 9:12 pm I think that would scare the fur right off of me if I saw that. Whirl 9:12 pm Wow, who could have predicted this. Walking around just sucking in all that air. Windchill 9:12 pm @Whirl: ...Damn, son. *He's not going to say anything. He predicted this. Loudly, in fact.* Whirl 9:13 pm Anyway... were those scraplet-things in the other movies? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm [[No. They were not.]] Bevel 9:13 pm I wish movies would find planets like Cybertron instead of more planets like Earth sometimes. That would be really cool. Windchill 9:14 pm Oh wow. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm //They ain't gonna do that. They think we're all big scary murderers.// Pause. //I mean, we are. But.// Whirl 9:14 pm *snickers* Bevel 9:14 pm *giggles* Are not. Whirl 9:14 pm Speak for yourself, Shovel. ...which. I guess. You were, actually. Windchill 9:14 pm I'm not scary. I'm just big. He looks pretty dead already. Bevel 9:15 pm That was different. FakeProwl 9:15 pm I'm perfectly content with their not finding planets like Cybertron. Humans are awful at writing mecha characters. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *SCOOT SCOOT* *He is held to his seat by just about nothing at this point.* Windchill 9:15 pm Were these people trained at all? Ew. Bacne. Shockwave 9:17 pm *ANTENNAE PERK* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *Rumble squawk laughs at Windchill* Windchill 9:17 pm *You're welcome.* Tarantulas 9:17 pm *is casually and surreptitiously wrapping himself around prowl one arm at a time* Whirl 9:17 pm ...awww. Windchill 9:17 pm A baby. Whirl 9:17 pm Look at it! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[...This one has legs.]] FakeProwl 9:17 pm *has noticed.* Bevel 9:17 pm What about a planet made out of something cool? Like glass. Specs 9:17 pm *someone's hiding her snout* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[They never have legs.]] Bevel 9:17 pm Or diamonds! Shockwave 9:17 pm ((well they found something grosser than a chestburster, congrats lmfao)) Whirl 9:17 pm It's precious. Windchill 9:17 pm Its head is pulsating. Whirl 9:18 pm ...*pauses; imitates the little alien click* Windchill 9:18 pm I approve. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm //I seen a stone planet. It was weird.// Windchill 9:18 pm *SNORTS* *The level of incompetency.* FakeProwl 9:18 pm I wouldn't mind a glass planet. Whirl 9:18 pm Spunky little guy! Windchill 9:19 pm It's like a slimy, naked monkey. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[Why is she shooting in an encl-- never mind.]] Tarantulas 9:19 pm Precisely my thoughts, Soundwave Whirl 9:19 pm *snickers. ...then looks at Windchill, and maket eh little clicking trill* Specs 9:19 pm Well. Windchill 9:19 pm *Bursts out laughing.* Whirl 9:19 pm Oh d-ha! Damn! And there's another on the way, too. Specs 9:19 pm That ended somehow predictably poorly. Windchill 9:19 pm *Give him a moment to recover.* *Normally he's more sympathetic but he's given up on these idiots.* Specs 9:20 pm *aaaaand there goes the snout again* Shockwave 9:20 pm *hands tented* Whirl 9:20 pm Coming out any which way they can, aren't they? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm [[They do seem less - methodical. Than he is used to seeing.]] FakeProwl 9:20 pm They're very creative with their exit wounds. Windchill 9:20 pm Anyway, *wheeze, and he turns to Whirl.* You were saying? Shockwave 9:21 pm It is a prototypical iteration. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm *Quiet amusement at Prowl's comment. He'll shield that though.* Whirl 9:21 pm Ah, yes. As I was saying--*alien noise* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm *Ping of approval. A good noise to imitate.* Whirl 9:21 pm *tips a toast to Soundwave* Shockwave 9:21 pm ((aw. poor old gays)) Specs 9:21 pm *deep breaths* *deeeeeep breaths* That was lovely. Shockwave 9:21 pm ((OH MY)) Whirl 9:21 pm *recoils* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *Ohhhh dear, there's Whirl probably.* Whirl 9:22 pm *he's gonna look down at his drink, very quickly* Specs 9:22 pm *carefully moves a paw over to whirl* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[They still grow quickly.]] Bevel 9:22 pm *stares pointedly at her datapad* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *Rumble pings Whirl. You good?* Whirl 9:23 pm *the gesture is appreciated, but he does not acknowledge it; he's pretending like nothing happened* ...*briefly glances his way with a quick little nod* ((i'm too hyped for my game the first thing I thought when i saw the hooded guy with the gun was "o it's destiny time')) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *...Takes something Prowl said earlier and chews on it a little with this new development* Specs 9:23 pm *for her part, the dragon is clearly freaked. all that fur is up on end, and the attempts to not hyperventilate are only partly working* Windchill 9:24 pm *Clicks back at Whirl, now that the scene is over. It's not the same, he hasn't learned to make the same sounds.* Whirl 9:24 pm ...*hmm. She tried to reassure him...* Hey, you need a seat? Probably had to see down there. And I got a lot of shoulder. Shockwave 9:24 pm ((those fuckers just schloop limbs right up dont they)) Whirl 9:24 pm ((like spaghetti)) Windchill 9:24 pm What are all of those? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm //Burnin' happened here's what happened here. Like, duh.// Specs 9:24 pm Y-yeah. Yeah. Thanks. *enjoy your new fuzzy epaulette, whirl* Windchill 9:25 pm Maybe they'll explain later. Weird. Whirl 9:25 pm *Has A Dragon™️* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *...............Oooooh.* Windchill 9:25 pm *Whirl is Fancy now.* Wait. Whirl 9:26 pm That seems like a really... dumb. Weapon. Windchill 9:26 pm If they killed all of the animals, how are the plants being pollinated? Specs 9:27 pm Presumably, they are not. Whirl 9:27 pm I mean, can't argue with the results, but at the same time--too much work when a good orbital strike will do. Shockwave 9:27 pm Divulging this information is unwise. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm [[Incredibly.]] Windchill 9:27 pm Wouldn't most of the plant life have started to die off after a while? Especially if it's similar to Earth's. Shockwave 9:27 pm Not if they were unaffected and able to develop alternative forms of pollination. FakeProwl 9:28 pm ... He's another android? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm [[He is. The one from the beginning.]] Windchill 9:28 pm Depends on how fast they can do that, I suppose. Bevel 9:28 pm He did not like bringing tea. Windchill 9:28 pm And if they can do it fast enough, but the wind would have done some of the work. Specs 9:28 pm Obviously not. Windchill 9:28 pm But most ecosystems rely on all of their parts to function. *Or, well, all, but he's being generous here.* Specs 9:29 pm But, being a lesser, a servant? That grates. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:29 pm [["Grates" is an understatement.]] Windchill 9:30 pm Maybe they shouldn't have split mates up if it was going to cause conflicts of interest like this. Shockwave 9:30 pm *its possible some small life forms have insufficient biomass to sustain the pathogen, and are thus spared* Whirl 9:30 pm Yeah. No way I'd put up with that. Windchill 9:30 pm *Possible, but not stated.* Beetle! *points* *He likes those.* Shockwave 9:31 pm ((is this the scene where they play the flute and kiss)) Windchill 9:31 pm (( I think so? )) ((I'm ready. )) Tarantulas 9:31 pm (( oh my god are you serious Specs 9:31 pm ((I'm not ready)) Windchill 9:31 pm (( YES. )) Whirl 9:31 pm ((is that a thing omfg)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *Soundwave turns his head to the side. Why did he trim his head fur?* (( 🙂 )) Shockwave 9:31 pm ((so much fassbender in this movie they decided fassbender needed to kiss fassbender)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm *...Ohhhh a music lesson.* FakeProwl 9:32 pm *human films never show robotic characters as things like hardened lone survivors. Prowl is intrigued.* Windchill 9:32 pm *SPITS.* Specs 9:32 pm ((if two fassbenders get together, do they make a fassbaby)) FakeProwl 9:32 pm (("i'll do the fingering")) Windchill 9:32 pm The...the fingering. Tarantulas 9:32 pm (( wink wonk Whirl 9:32 pm ((dfklsfse)) Shockwave 9:32 pm ((yep..........)) Bevel 9:32 pm ((*slowly pulls movie back into view to watch* Shockwave 9:32 pm ((the gayest way to play the recorder ever?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm *...If only he could play.* Windchill 9:32 pm *He bends over double with barely contained snickering.* Whirl 9:33 pm *peers* FakeProwl 9:33 pm *wow, even mecha bonding with each other. prowl entirely approves.* Windchill 9:33 pm *Okay, he's gonna live.* *Straightens.* That's kinda cool... Oh. Figures. Bevel 9:34 pm Aw Specs 9:34 pm *hisses a little* Ah. Shockwave 9:35 pm ((would prowl say this movie passes the............. botdel test)) FakeProwl 9:35 pm ... what where their names? Windchill 9:35 pm *Nudges Whirl with an elbow, GENTLY, he doesn't want to knock off any dragons or spill drinks.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm [[The androids?]] FakeProwl 9:35 pm ((not yet. they spent their conversation talking about a human.)) Whirl 9:35 pm Hm? FakeProwl 9:36 pm ((but in a nuanced way. it's progress.)) Yes, the androids. Shockwave 9:36 pm ((they mentioned a human but talked about music and themselves more, i'd say... hm)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm [[Walter and David.]] Windchill 9:36 pm You got room on your other shoulder? Whirl 9:36 pm For another dragon, yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *...Hm.* Windchill 9:36 pm What about my boobs? Whirl 9:36 pm 'Fraid not. Windchill 9:37 pm But they're heavy. *Whines.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm [[That does not look like a crash.]] FakeProwl 9:37 pm ((it's a borderline case. they talked about themselves, but in relation to what humans think of them. the music was very solid though. prowl approves of the music scene.)) Specs 9:37 pm Nor does it look like an accident. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *He knew it.* Shockwave 9:37 pm That is because the one called David is thoroughly untrustworthy. Windchill 9:37 pm *Is momentarily distracted.* Whirl 9:37 pm (YELLS IN AN ALIEN LANGUAGE) Windchill 9:37 pm Looks like exploding eggs. That explains the bodies... FakeProwl 9:38 pm ... That's not a crash. That's an invasion. Windchill 9:38 pm ...Was that tiny city the only population on the planet? Whirl 9:38 pm ((UHH)) ((THAT WAS SHELLEY)) ((NOT BYRON)) Specs 9:38 pm ((that's a plot point, actually!)) Shockwave 9:39 pm ((lmao what)) Whirl 9:39 pm ((OH DAMB. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm ((just watch)) Specs 9:39 pm I would think not. Even the worst places can be made into homes, if you work at it. Shockwave 9:40 pm ((man let him decide what he feels davey)) Specs 9:40 pm Surely there were other cities. ((best quality: their wiggles)) Whirl 9:40 pm *it's alien noise time again, briefly, before Whirl snickers and takes a long drink* Tarantulas 9:40 pm If there were, there certainly aren't anymore, one would think Windchill 9:40 pm The virus...thing must have gotten them too. FakeProwl 9:41 pm *sideways glance at whirl.* Unfortunate. It seems we've got an infection in here. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[If you must explode organics out of you, do so outside. We've had enough with the barnacles.]] Windchill 9:41 pm She's dead. Whirl 9:41 pm *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm *What lovely fangs it has.* Specs 9:41 pm I am not going to EXPLODE. I will sit here politely. Whirl 9:42 pm *oh, he has an idea* Hey, dragon. Hop into my cockpit. *he'll pop the glass* Windchill 9:42 pm *Will watch* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm //What're you...?// Specs 9:42 pm *the dragon gapes a grin* Okay! *hops in* FakeProwl 9:42 pm Idiots. Whirl 9:42 pm *closes it briefly* ... *sits for a moment. Takes a drink. He's got a decently-upholstered interior, it should be comfortable* @S: Okay, the glass isn't latched. Bust out. Specs 9:43 pm *the dragon wiggles for a moment, and then leaps forwards with a MIGHTY SQUEAK* Raaaaaah! Windchill 9:43 pm *Gasp.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm *Soundwave offers a tiny applause clip.* Whirl 9:43 pm Arrgh! It got me! *dramatically slumps back ion his chair* Windchill 9:43 pm You're dead! Bevel 9:43 pm *turns so she's facing Shockwave because new and interesting looking bot* Are you a Shockwave or someone else? Specs 9:44 pm *flaps a bit to regain balance, and then clambers back up onto Whirl's shoulder* That was fun! Whirl 9:44 pm *still slumping like he's "dead," he'll take a drink* Windchill 9:44 pm Hey, does that mean...I can eat your leg? A toe, maybe? Just shoot him. Whirl 9:45 pm *miraculously revives* Nah, I got better. *and he closes his cockpit* Windchill 9:45 pm Damn, maybe next time. Tarantulas 9:45 pm Does this mean the aliens don't affect or consume the organic parts of the androids? Assuming the androids do have organic shells... Specs 9:46 pm *stretches out her wings* Shockwave 9:46 pm *looks at Bevel* I am a Shockwave, yes. Your appearance does not match any of my existing multiversal profiles. Windchill 9:46 pm Until then... *He's gonna be a huge pest AS PER USUAL and lean over to rest his head on Whirl's dragon-free shoulder.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm [[They do not infest androids. They do not have the nutrients needed.]] Whirl 9:47 pm *glances briefly towards Windchill, but allows this* Windchill 9:47 pm *He CAN be shoved off easily.* Whirl 9:47 pm *you are allowed to be there* Bevel 9:47 pm My name is Bevel. Tarantulas 9:47 pm Aha, good. I'm quite safe then. *purrs* *oh my god tarantulas is vibing with david so much rn* Windchill 9:48 pm ...Is that an egg? Whirl 9:48 pm Yep. Windchill 9:48 pm ...What laid it? Specs 9:48 pm This seems bad. This seems like a terrible idea, even. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm [[One of the prototypes, perhaps.]] Shockwave 9:48 pm *hold one claw up to Bevel. this scene is important to him* Bevel 9:48 pm *nods* Whirl 9:48 pm Yeah, I think he kinda built them from the ground up. ...somehow. Shockwave 9:49 pm ((WHO WOULD BE ASSURED BY THIS)) Specs 9:49 pm ((no one sane!)) Bevel 9:49 pm *watches as well* Windchill 9:49 pm Huh. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm *So this is how it begins.* Shockwave 9:49 pm *Ahh.* Windchill 9:49 pm I was getting tired of that guy. Bevel 9:49 pm I know what those are. Specs 9:50 pm That's definitely designed for something with a flat face. *rubs her snout* Windchill 9:50 pm I'm starting to suspect this colonization mission was really a very expensive "get these idiots off of Earth and send them into space where they will either die or spread their idiot genes elsewhere" mission, actually. Shockwave 9:50 pm Indeed. *claw drops now that the scene is over* ...Greetings, Bevel. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm *Glances between Bevel and Shockwave... will listen to this conversation on the side.* Windchill 9:51 pm *It's the only logical explanation he can muster.* Shockwave 9:51 pm *not so logical. the inciting incident was accidental and their decision to come here was not on the mission plan* Whirl 9:52 pm Aww, another little guy. Tarantulas 9:52 pm The music right now - *laughter* Windchill 9:52 pm *And yet most everyone they sent was a complete moron who couldn't stick to the plan or take basic steps to not die.* Specs 9:52 pm He looks like a proud docent! *the dragon is laughing too, in her silent way* Bevel 9:53 pm I met a negative polarity me once but that was it. Which is really weird because I have met tons of different versions of other bots. Windchill 9:53 pm Is the sun out now? Masterful fingering. No shit, Sherlock. Specs 9:55 pm ((HERE IT IS)) Windchill 9:55 pm (( GOOD. )) Whirl 9:55 pm ((\o/)) FakeProwl 9:55 pm *oh. more "the scary mecha want to overhtrow/destroy the organics." that's disappointing.* Shockwave 9:55 pm Certain individuals appear less commonly across the multiverse than others. FakeProwl 9:56 pm *at least they're moderately sympathetically writte-- what* Whirl 9:56 pm Whoa, that guy moves quick. Tarantulas 9:56 pm *tara's squinting so hard rn* Windchill 9:56 pm Damn. Well, that's a way to go. Specs 9:56 pm That's definitely a textbook example of a bad relationship. Shockwave 9:56 pm ((dont claim you wouldnt kiss yourself if you could tara-- holy shit)) Whirl 9:56 pm Huh. Windchill 9:57 pm *Carefully pokes Whirl's canopy.* Tarantulas 9:57 pm (( oh he defs would Windchill 9:57 pm Boop. FakeProwl 9:57 pm *... well alright, it's the same tropes as usual, but at least they're novel.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm ((soundwave did 🙂 )) Whirl 9:57 pm *glances sideways* Yeah? Windchill 9:57 pm Just boop. Whirl 9:57 pm *gravely* Very well. *and sets his empty glass down* Windchill 9:57 pm Rhymes with poop. Bevel 9:57 pm Is it only certain types of bots that do not appear as much? Whirl 9:58 pm Honestly those little guys are cute, too. The spidery guys, with the tails. Windchill 9:58 pm Long spider. Oooooh. Tarantulas 9:58 pm I'd say they're more scorpion-like, honestly Specs 9:58 pm They look like they could be tasty, except for the acid blood. Windchill 9:59 pm That's disconcerting. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm =Satisfaction brings us back.= Tarantulas 9:59 pm *snickers* Windchill 9:59 pm *Nods, he was about to say as much, Ravage. Sorry about his ear digging into your shoulder, Whirl.* *It's an awkward, sideways nod.* What the hell... Is this guy's problem? Whirl 10:00 pm He's off his rocker, obviously. And not in the loud way, like I am. Windchill 10:00 pm Meh, gross. Specs 10:00 pm I don't think androids are meant to fly. Shockwave 10:00 pm *really? is that the only explanation? a few updates? which ones?* Whirl 10:01 pm *the self-repair we saw, probably* Tarantulas 10:01 pm *no time to explain while fighting, shockwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm *One doesn't explain updates to the one who is bent on disabling them.* Tarantulas 10:01 pm *only the bad villains explain* Windchill 10:02 pm Oh, so the sun is out now. *That answers his question.* *Squints.* Specs 10:03 pm Oh, the big one definitely looks like something I would eat, if it were smaller and not full of painful acid. Tarantulas 10:03 pm *oh look, it's gorgeous... tara kind of wishes he were sitting by sw so they could commiserate, heh* Windchill 10:03 pm *Oh good, maybe the alien will put him out of his misery and do something about these people.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm *It's perfectly possible to eat things that are full of acid.* Whirl 10:03 pm They grow so fast. *drapes a claw over his cockpit* FakeProwl 10:03 pm *Case in point: is full of acid.* Windchill 10:03 pm *Snorts.* They call this flying? Beautiful. Specs 10:04 pm I feel like an angry, flaming, whatever-that-is is vastly more dangerous than one that isn't on fire. Windchill 10:04 pm It's slightly more coordinated than I am. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm *They can commiserate soon. He is open to talking about these creatures outside of movie nights as well...* Windchill 10:05 pm I can appreciate its level of aggression. Whirl 10:05 pm It's a pretty neat little guy. Windchill 10:05 pm *That siren sounds like a man yelling.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm \\LISTEN, IF SOMETHIN' DON'T DIE BEIN' ON FIRE, IT'S MORE DANGEROUS ON FIRE. ALWAYS.\\ Shockwave 10:05 pm *it is beautiful. though he preferred it slightly when their point of origin was not due to a defective android* Whirl 10:05 pm Aww, it thought the big claw was an opponent. Precious. Windchill 10:06 pm *Some things are better left a mystery.* Specs 10:06 pm It's so angry and innocent. Windchill 10:06 pm Aw... FakeProwl 10:06 pm That's two decapitations so far. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *Soft huff* Tarantulas 10:07 pm "Fine"? *snickering* Specs 10:08 pm I suppose you could call it exceptional. Exceptionally bad. Windchill 10:08 pm Did they even bring a real doctor? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm [[It is a musical.]] \\IT'S A HORROR MOVIE.\\ [[...It is both.]] Windchill 10:08 pm *He's not convinced at this point.* All around me are familiar faces... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm *...One moment. There were several eggs open. Where are the others?* Windchill 10:09 pm *Hums softly right next to Whirl's head, sorry bro.* Shockwave 10:10 pm *does not trust that the film is 'over,' either* Specs 10:10 pm ((IT'S THE DRINKY BIRD)) Windchill 10:10 pm Oh my god, I thought the red dots on the back of the chairs were eyes. Whirl 10:10 pm ((YEEE)) FakeProwl 10:10 pm ... We never explicitly saw David die, did we? Specs 10:10 pm ((IT'S BACK FROM PROMETHEUS)) Windchill 10:10 pm We didn't. Specs 10:10 pm We did not. Whirl 10:10 pm Nope. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm [[No. We did not.]] Whirl 10:10 pm And they looked identical. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm [[Why?]] Not that he doesn't have some idea. Specs 10:11 pm And Walter has a self-repair function. Windchill 10:11 pm So it was said. It got the Lobe guy? Huh. Tarantulas 10:12 pm Oh Primus, really? Specs 10:12 pm *gapes a cackle* What???? Windchill 10:12 pm *Blinks.* Whirl 10:12 pm PFFT. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm [[They likely rescued him too late.]] Shockwave 10:12 pm ((MY FAV SCENE LMAO)) FakeProwl 10:12 pm ... Well, THAT'S the position you want to be in when a killer genetic experiment attacks. Windchill 10:12 pm *Waggles his brows against Whirl's neck.* Shockwave 10:12 pm (OMFG)) Windchill 10:12 pm This one grew fast. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm [[It does know how to make an entrance.]] Specs 10:13 pm That's. Oh, Goddess. Shockwave 10:13 pm *...right through the mouth. with its mouth. he chuffs quietly* Whirl 10:13 pm *gives his head a little shake and nudges Windchill's away* Easy on the neck. Specs 10:13 pm *the dragon can't decide whether to laugh or hyperventilate again* FakeProwl 10:13 pm ((... imagine if they'd still been kissing)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm ((omfg)) Whirl 10:13 pm ((jfsfksed)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm ((talk about getting tongue)) Windchill 10:13 pm *Snorts, and gives Whirl some space finally.* Tarantulas 10:13 pm (( sfgdfs Whirl 10:13 pm *shoulder is fine, but his neck is ticklish* Windchill 10:13 pm She looks so done with this. Specs 10:14 pm Wouldn't you be? Windchill 10:14 pm *He knows about your neck, thanks.* I would, but I wouldn't be on this idiot mission to begin with, so. What the hell is that. Whirl 10:14 pm Alien-o-vision. Windchill 10:15 pm Looks like it has worms. Shockwave 10:15 pm ((aww is al coming back i was still trying to write a response)) Specs 10:15 pm How'd it pick up parasites? Windchill 10:15 pm Lots of teeny, tiny worms. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm ((he's gotta sleep, be up at 4am - he will ping shockwave on tumblr sometime soon)) Windchill 10:15 pm What a kisser. Shockwave 10:15 pm ((ok, tell him sorry i got distracted by the movie now that my wife is here lol)) Windchill 10:15 pm *Much better than that David guy.* Whirl 10:15 pm Boy it can't control that drooling, though. Major flaw with these things. Windchill 10:16 pm Oh, really? Specs 10:16 pm It's just very excited to kiss. Shockwave 10:16 pm *is it though* Whirl 10:16 pm Partly why I rank those other guys above them a bit. Windchill 10:16 pm *Flutters his eyelashes coyly.* Whirl 10:16 pm The uh... hunter fellas. From the other movie we saw. Windchill 10:16 pm I like the drool. It's gross. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm [[The Predators?]] Whirl 10:16 pm You WOULD, you drool-machine. yeah! Those guys. Windchill 10:17 pm *Tosses his head flippantly.* Shockwave 10:17 pm ((lol these callbacks)) FakeProwl 10:17 pm *snrk. It just. punched through with its mouth.* Windchill 10:17 pm Oops. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm *He's done similar in the distant past.* FakeProwl 10:18 pm *good to know, because that's exactly what prowl is currently trying to visualize.* Shockwave 10:18 pm *these films would have you believe the inner mouth is the strongest part of the organism* Specs 10:18 pm *not all of us have impressive mouths, soundwave. no bragging.* Windchill 10:18 pm She's fine. Shockwave 10:18 pm *some dont have a mouth at all* Windchill 10:19 pm Or well, as close to fine as one can be after that. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *He has enough mouth to make up for three of you. It's all right.* Whirl 10:19 pm *bless u Soundwave* Windchill 10:19 pm And now they're going to leave, what a waste of time and lives. Morons. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm [[Why would they stay? They do not know how many creatures there could be on the loose.]] Windchill 10:20 pm They wouldn't. They shouldn't have gone to begin with, is my point. Tarantulas 10:20 pm His jaw hasn't healed... gghh Windchill 10:20 pm Oh. Whirl 10:21 pm Pfft. Specs 10:21 pm Oh dear. Windchill 10:21 pm I like that inflatable pillow though. If it were me, my head would pop it. *Why is that code even in the system?* *He must have added it at some point.* Um. Shockwave 10:22 pm ((UM)) Specs 10:22 pm Well. Windchill 10:22 pm Neat, but how? Shockwave 10:22 pm ((UM????)) FakeProwl 10:22 pm ... Pffff. Whirl 10:22 pm Is that how eggs are laid? Windchill 10:22 pm He looks so proud. I assure you, Whirl, it is not. Shockwave 10:23 pm (( a proud mother)) Specs 10:23 pm That is definitely not how it is done. Windchill 10:23 pm At least...not any that I know of. Tarantulas 10:23 pm *tara's frozen. oop. give him a moment* Whirl 10:23 pm I'll take your word for it. Windchill 10:23 pm I can't rule out weird unknown alien biology entirely, now. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *Soundwave's head doesn't move, but he's side-eyeing Tarantulas. He's pretty sure that's not how Tarantulas does it though.* Tarantulas 10:24 pm It's - not unheard of. Whirl 10:24 pm Not a bad movie, but all in all, I like the origin story of the other one more. Windchill 10:24 pm That was...something. Better than Titanic. Whirl 10:24 pm So wait--some things do? *looks to Tarantulas* Ha! Yeah, it was definitely better than titanic. Shockwave 10:24 pm *also looks at Tarantulas* Windchill 10:25 pm *He liked the aliens.* Specs 10:25 pm That was fun! *stretches wings and legs, and carefully glides off of Whirl's shoulder* I'll try to show for next time. *she is NOT staying here for egg talk* *no thanks* Goodnight, everyone! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm [[Goodnight.]] Windchill 10:25 pm *But the entire film was run through by really dumb and irresponsible decisions, it's kind of a detractor.* Bye! Whirl 10:25 pm Seeya, dragon! Tarantulas 10:26 pm Some organisms - they have more of a saccular internal structure and utilize the same opening for multiple functions, let's put it that way. Windchill 10:26 pm Like...a cloaca? Tarantulas 10:27 pm Nono, with the additional function of ingestion as well Windchill 10:27 pm *This song is distracting him a little.* Whirl 10:27 pm Out the mouth still seems a little weird, to be honest, but what do I know. I've never laid an egg in my life. Windchill 10:28 pm Consider yourself lucky. Whirl 10:28 pm Soundwave, if you're taking requests? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[...It seems convenient. Organics take in nutrients through their mouths. Their spawn require it. Why not keep them where the nutrients will be?]] Whirl 10:28 pm Well, if they were protected against the fuel breakdown process. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[What is the request?]] Whirl 10:29 pm Fuel tank's not exactly a quiet, safe place. Tarantulas 10:29 pm That's - yes, what Whirl said. Whirl 10:29 pm I'm pretty sure I asked it once before, but--Come A Little Bit Closer. Jay & the Americans. FakeProwl 10:29 pm organic traffic flow is designed to go in only one direction—in through the top, out through the bottom. Tarantulas 10:29 pm Not ALL organic traffic flow, mind you ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm [[When this is done.]]

//Gettin' your mush on, huh.// Whirl 10:30 pm ...which raises some interesting questions about Killer. I've never seen it poop. FakeProwl 10:30 pm Most organic traffic flow. Whirl 10:30 pm Pfft! it's a good song, mush or no mush. Windchill 10:30 pm I heard that there's these, like, worms, that only have mouths. FakeProwl 10:30 pm I suspect it's easier to intake nutrients at the top and eject eggs from the bottom for the same reason. Whirl 10:30 pm And all these oldies brought it to mind. FakeProwl 10:30 pm Imagine a one-lane street that tries to accommodate traffic going both directions. Windchill 10:30 pm *This guy's head bobs are distracting.* Whirl 10:31 pm Also--it's totally a 60s song. FakeProwl 10:31 pm *Prowl might not know scrap about biology but by god is he going to try to use every tool at his disposal to try to understand it, up to and including traffic cop experience.* Tarantulas 10:31 pm Human lungs function that way, Prowl. It's not entirely unheard of ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm //Yeah, I guess so.// Whirl 10:31 pm ((real reason: i re-watched GotG 2 today and the song is on my mind 😎 )) Windchill 10:31 pm (( Good job. )) Shockwave 10:32 pm @Whirl: The barnacles in my care produce very little waste product. I believe they are simply highly efficient. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm //How come he don't punch Bad Man Jose, I don't get. Or jus' ask if sharin's okay.// FakeProwl 10:32 pm *stares at Tarantulas* ............ Right. So they do. Whirl 10:32 pm @Shockwave: Huh. Well. ...asked and answered! Maybe the singer's not really big and strong. Doesn't think he'll win the fight. Tarantulas 10:32 pm If you're truly curious how Killer works, Whirl, I'm more than willing to study it more closely, hyeh. Or its offspring, possibly Whirl 10:33 pm No good answer for the sharing thing, though. *shrugs* You can, as long as you don't hurt it. Ha, didn't you hear? Fresh shipment of babies. Courtesy of Rumble and Frenzy's tender care. FakeProwl 10:33 pm @Tarantulas «Why DON'T their lungs have separate entrances and exits?» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm \\I AIN'T HAD *NOTHIN* TO DO WITH IT\\ Windchill 10:34 pm *Snorts.* It had MORE babies? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm //It had MORE babies.// Tarantulas 10:34 pm @Prowl: «Because one-lane traffic doesn't work the same with gases as it does with solids, that's why. Diffusion and only partial exhalation, mostly.» Whirl 10:35 pm Yep. Windchill 10:35 pm Wow. Whirl 10:35 pm It's only ever done it when THEY'RE watching it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm //Maybe there's two of 'em in there.// Windchill 10:35 pm I'm impressed. FakeProwl 10:35 pm @Tarantulas «But most air circulation systems go in one end and out the other. Ventilation systems don't backwash air to their source.» Tarantulas 10:36 pm Oho, might as well toss one my way before it gets /attached/ Whirl 10:36 pm I'm pretty sure Killer can just. Auto-propagate. Sure. Like I said--gotta promise not to hurt it. Tarantulas 10:37 pm @Prowl «The air generally has to stay in the lungs longer than prompt expulsion would allow, I'd wager. I'm hypothesizing at this point. But - yes, the balance of O2 and CO2 is very precarious in human systems.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm *Frenzy makes gagging noises at the music. Does the Boss gotta. How come they never play heavy metal in here? Next time he's taking over the speakers.* Shockwave 10:39 pm *some people find human screaming to be offensive to the audials, Frenzy* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm *Some people oughta hear HIM.* Shockwave 10:39 pm *unless of course, they're screaming because an interesting creature has just skewered their reproductive partner through the mouth* Windchill 10:39 pm *He loves metal.* Whirl 10:40 pm *snickers; it's obvious Soundwave is in a Mood, which is frankly hilarious* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm *Ohhh, it's not what it sounds like. For once.* Tarantulas 10:40 pm Well then - I duly and sincerely promise not to harm any of Killer's offspring that come under my care. Sufficient? FakeProwl 10:40 pm @Tarantulas «Hmm. I suppose it makes a bigger difference when their system is that small.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *Soundwave wonders if the aliens have a sense of humor? The mouth thing does seem like the kind of playfulness he would imagine himself.* Whirl 10:41 pm Yep. And if I find out you're lying, I will personally come cave your face in. FakeProwl 10:41 pm *for what it's worth, prowl's currently operating under the same assumption as whirl.* Whirl 10:41 pm But I'll see if I can find one. I set 'em loose in the wild. FakeProwl 10:41 pm *this is a WHOLE lot of sappy songs, soundwave.* Tarantulas 10:41 pm In the WILD? Whereabouts? Whirl 10:42 pm Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm *He knows what he's doing.* Whirl 10:42 pm *good job Whirl, that location is not VAGUE AT ALL* Tarantulas 10:42 pm *good enough for tarantulas though* If you don't mind giving me the coordinates, I can drop by and pick one up myself, save you the trouble ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm *Rumble rubs his forehead. Look, there's like... okay, there's no better music there. But Primus, couldn't he search some up?* Whirl 10:43 pm *shrugs* Sure thing. But remember--they're ALL Killer's offspring. Tarantulas 10:44 pm Surely, yes. Whirl 10:44 pm I'll see if I can... uh. Remember. * pause*

...I'll get back to you. Tarantulas 10:44 pm *squints, then snickers a little* Shockwave 10:45 pm *doesn't take much note of the musical selection, himself. still pondering the film* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm *Rumble pings Soundwave with a request for something different. 70s rock? C'mon. Please. Anything else.*

*Soundwave turns to look straight at him and... plays this.* Shockwave 10:46 pm *in fairness, they regularly play videos of alternates dancing around, and -that- doesn't mean anything either* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm *Rumble jumps up and throws his hands in the air*

//I CAN SAY IT MY OWN FRAGGIN' SELF, Y'KNOW!// Windchill 10:47 pm *Blinks slowly.* *He spaced out there, for a while.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm //................................................Uh.//

*He'll just. Sit. Down here. And look at the music video. That is a good music video.* Tarantulas 10:47 pm @Prowl «Small, yes, and focused less on heat expulsion and more on chemical diffusion.» Shockwave 10:47 pm *actually looks up at that outburst* Whirl 10:47 pm *drawn from his intense effort to remember where he left all of Killer's babies* Windchill 10:48 pm *The Wild Babies.* FakeProwl 10:48 pm *stares at Rumble* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:49 pm *And now, 70s rock. Rumble puts his face in his hands.* FakeProwl 10:49 pm *oh, hey, it's 70s rock!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm //What're you all lookin' at.// Windchill 10:50 pm *He's not even looking.* Whirl 10:50 pm *shrugs and streeetches* Windchill 10:50 pm *Goes for Whirl's armpit with a claw.* FakeProwl 10:50 pm *quietly looks away.* Whirl 10:51 pm *there is a sudden and very loud squawk of static* Windchill 10:51 pm I'm sorry. I...had to. The opportunity was too much to pass up. Whirl 10:52 pm You can't just roll up on someone like that when they're stretching, jeez. *he's gonna hop up and eye Windchill warily* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm *...He punches the ground and growls, then pushes himself up and goes to storm up the stairwell.* Windchill 10:52 pm I'll behave, now. Whirl 10:52 pm ...*stage whisper* Which one of you guys did something to piss him off? Windchill 10:53 pm Armpit jabbing, *he raises a hand, he's solemnly swearing, see,* is not allowed. Lesson learned. Whirl 10:53 pm Also. ...if you're still doing requests. Now that we're on the 70s... Windchill 10:53 pm *His solemn hand raises higher.* It was me, I farted. Whirl 10:53 pm Dammit, Windchill. Windchill 10:53 pm I'm sorry. Whirl 10:53 pm Ahem--Stormbringer by Deep Purple'd go down real easy right about now. FakeProwl 10:54 pm @Soundwave «I also have a song selection to contribute.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm *Soundwave nods to Whirl and pings Prowl an acknowledgment. Anyone else?* Shockwave 10:55 pm 'Electric Light Orchestra.' Windchill 10:56 pm *He'll pass, he's in trouble already.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm *And Shockwave gets a nod too. He assumes that means dealer's choice?* Whirl 10:57 pm *well, he's up, so he'll scuttle back over to the bar, to get drink #2* Shockwave 10:57 pm *indeed. he's not too picky and his mind's still audibly buzzing* Windchill 11:00 pm *Stretches, while Whirl is too far away to get him back.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm *Soundwave lifts his helm and looks over to the stairwell. There's an audible thunka-thunka-thunka and some swearing coming out of it.*

//You want me to do it!? I'll do it!//

*And in just a second, they'll all see the reason why.* Whirl 11:01 pm *leans on the bar and watches. Well, This should be good* FakeProwl 11:01 pm *guess where prowl's attention just went* Windchill 11:01 pm *That sounds dramatic, his ears perk.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm *Rumble comes out dragging a dead razor snake several times longer than he is tall and, for a long moment, glowers at the whole room.* Windchill 11:02 pm *Eyebrows try to float away.* Shockwave 11:02 pm ... *antennae are in a highly unusual position* FakeProwl 11:03 pm *okay. whatever it is, it involves a snake.* *either that, or an extremely large worm.* Shockwave 11:04 pm *...he hopes the snake was killed humanely or for good reason* Whirl 11:04 pm *peers* Windchill 11:04 pm *What is the meaning of this?* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:04 pm *He now marches over to Whirl and half-drops, half-hurls the first couple of meters of it at Whirl's feet, planting his fists on his hips and scowling up at him.*

//ASK ME OUT ALREADY, YEAH? What do I gotta do? Wear a neon sign sayin' "Hot For Whirl, Inquire Within"!? Primus fraggin' below!// Windchill 11:05 pm *Guffaws.* Tarantulas 11:05 pm *is utterly mystified* Whirl 11:05 pm *rears back a little when the snake his thrown, but to his credit, does not step away. Looks at the snake. Looks at Rumble. Looks at the snake again* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:05 pm *Soundwave just crosses one leg over the other and laces his hands together on his lap.* FakeProwl 11:05 pm *oh. well.* Whirl 11:05 pm *intelligently* ...uh, what? FakeProwl 11:06 pm @Soundwave «... Is the snake a courtship thing.» Shockwave 11:06 pm *oh. its a courtship thing* Windchill 11:06 pm *He's gonna watch.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm @Prowl: [[Affirmative. Kaon flavor.]] Windchill 11:06 pm *He's been hitting on Whirl for years, maybe he'll learn a thing or two.* FakeProwl 11:07 pm @Soundwave «... Should I be getting you a snake, or are other animals acceptable.» Whirl 11:07 pm ((i just imagined prowl hunting, dressed as Van Pelt from Jumanji)) Windchill 11:07 pm (( Beautiful. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm *Rumble points at the snake, at himself, and then at Whirl.*

//Me. You. Fightin' stuff 'n gettin' cozy. You in or not?// @Prowl: [[He prefers other methods.]] Windchill 11:08 pm *Huffs a little.* Whirl 11:08 pm *give him a moment to process this* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm *And just for good measure.*

@Shockwave: [[...Do not worry. He prefers other methods.]] FakeProwl 11:09 pm *acknowledging ping. good.* Whirl 11:10 pm Okay, I--wait. Okay. *points at Rumble* You. Are asking me--*points at himself* Specifically. Me, to...?

Well. Uh. *very slowly looks up at the room, suddenly very keenly aware of everyone's presence; I hope all of you are enjoying this moment of Peak Whirl Flabbergastedness* Windchill 11:10 pm *Cups his mouth with his hands, and stage whispers.* Do it. Whirl 11:11 pm *very carefully puts his foot down on the snake and hunkers down to better speak to Rumble* Short answer is, well, yeah, of course. Hell, yeah. Long answer is--can we... go somewhere, maybe? To talk? *HE'S GOING TO REMEMBER THAT, WINDCHILL* *...well not in a bad way* Windchill 11:11 pm *He's trying to be supportive you frick.* Whirl 11:12 pm *exactly* Windchill 11:12 pm *Good enough then.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:13 pm *The scowl slowly brightens into THE BIGGEST GRIN. Frenzy hoots in the background and gets an obscene gesture for his trouble.*

//Frag yeah! I got this spot coupla miles away.// *Oh, wait. The trophy.* //...You're carryin' it this time.// Windchill 11:14 pm *Well, if those two are leaving, he's gonna be left here by himself.* Whirl 11:14 pm *okay,a fair bit of the shock and awkwardness is eased away by that reaction; Whirl snorts and finishes bending down to grab the snake in his claws* You got it.

*straightens and slings it casually over one shoulder* G'night, losers. Windchill 11:14 pm *Time...to bother someone else.* *Applauds. Good show.* Good night, suckers. Whirl 11:14 pm *points at Windchill. YOU* Windchill 11:14 pm *Who, him?* *He pauses in his clapping.* Whirl 11:15 pm *points at his eye, then and Windchill. Watchin u* Tarantulas 11:15 pm *quiet snickering, but his lab timer just went off, he'll have to ask what happened later. nudges at prowl with his helm, pulls back* I'm afraid I'm heading out. Science calls. Windchill 11:15 pm *Is this about the armpit poke.* Shockwave 11:16 pm @Soundy: <<I was not worried. Your preferred methods have already been made relatively clear.>> Whirl 11:16 pm *it's about a lot of things. He'll bob his helm one last time at everyone, and then gesture for Rumble to lead the way* Windchill 11:16 pm *Okay, bye then vague gesture man.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm *Oh, good. He'd hate to wake up and find a bitbear in his club.*

[[Goodnight, Tarantulas.]] FakeProwl 11:16 pm *helm tap.* Evening. Windchill 11:17 pm *Wait.* *How can he ask Tarantulas a Legit Science Question if he leaves?* *Ah, well.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm *Rumble marches out puffed up like a microwaved marshmellow. He can yell at the Boss later. Time to go TALK.* Tarantulas 11:17 pm *his comm's always open, even to you, windchill* Windchill 11:18 pm *Yeah, he usually gets snubbed when he tries the comms.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm @Shockwave: [[...You do not require razor snakes, do you? He had hoped CNA samples would suffice. They are easier to transport.]] Windchill 11:18 pm *We'll see.* Tarantulas 11:18 pm *a faux-smooch to the top of prowl's helm and a wave in the waves' direction, and he's off* Windchill 11:19 pm They're gonna frick, I'll bet. *Crosses his legs, casually.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:19 pm \\PFFFFFF.\\ [[Must you.]] Whirl 11:20 pm ((HAHAHA)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm [[FRENZY.]] *Said Soundwave, sounding suspiciously like his deployer for a minute.* *He cackles and darts upstairs.* Windchill 11:20 pm *He shrugs. It's an honest assessment.* FakeProwl 11:20 pm *winces* Shockwave 11:21 pm @Soundy: <<If I -must- be given a razor snake, I prefer living specimens. But no. It is not required.>> ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm @Prowl: [[...His apologies. It is - almost an automatic reflex.]] @Shockwave: [[...A hatchling, perhaps.]] FakeProwl 11:22 pm @Soundwave «Forgiven. It was just—unexpected.» ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm *Small nod.* Shockwave 11:25 pm *has 13 hatchlings already. one more wouldnt hurt* *he'd have to keep it out of Predacon gobbling range* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm *That's what having Buzzsaw build a clean but beautiful looking aquarium is for. At least until it gets big enough to outgrow that.* Windchill 11:28 pm *He stretches again, since Whirl isn't here to give him his armpit-poking comeuppance.* I'm out, I think. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm [[Very well. He'll tell Rumble to let Whirl know.]] Windchill 11:29 pm *He hungers, it's time to FEED.* *Also, his friend has VANISHED.* *So it's double time. He stands, and shakes himself off.* 'Night, suckers. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:31 pm [[Goodnight.]] Windchill 11:31 pm *He waves, and steps out.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *Soundwave twists and bobs his helm near Shockwave's in a request for permission to bunt.*

@Shockwave: [[He hopes the design modifications seen tonight will be taken into consideration...?]] Shockwave 11:42 pm ((ahh im back sorry)) Shockwave 11:44 pm *nods* Did any particular features capture your interest? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:46 pm @Shockwave: [[Longer dorsal tubes, better quadrupedal running proportions. He will need the ability to move quickly if he ever loses air superiority.]] Shockwave 11:49 pm "Agreed. Though I would suggest that the tubing position remain adjustable, to prevent the larger design from interfering with your ability to navigate small spaces." ItsyBitsySpyers 11:52 pm *Ready nod. That would be delightful.*

@S: [[He will come test out potential layouts before the week is up, if that is all right.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm *Get some loose pipes and see how they'd work against his current frame, perhaps.* Shockwave 11:56 pm *antennae take on an upright, anticipatory angle* Yes. I would like to discuss the film's contents in further detail, as well.

*that would be ridiculous, soundwave. cute, but ridiculous. they possess -holographic technology- and malleable mental landscapes, you know.* Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm *...Oh. Yes. Mindscapes. Of course! That would also work, though it'd take a bit of fiddling to make sure they got the internal rules and weights right.*

*Well, no matter. They can figure it out then. There's that bunt for now.*

[[Then we shall. Until then...?]] Shockwave 12:01 am *bunted, fingers twitch* ...Yes. I shall return to my laboratory. Shockwave 12:02 am ((*fingerguns out for tonight?* sorry if i kept you waiting)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am *Soundwave pings acknowledgment and gives the plating edge he's got against his cheek a good nuzzling.*

[[Rest well. And may your work progress smoothly.]] ((roger dodger! and no problem <3)) Shockwave 12:05 am *brushes a few fingers fondly over Soundwave's forearm, extricates himself from the couch, and leaves* FakeProwl 12:06 am ... Now I know where you got that costume. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:09 am *Soundwave looks over to Prowl at last and scoots out of Prowl's spot, tapping the space. Do come sit.*

[[That was Buzzsaw's work.]] FakeProwl 12:10 am *a flicker, and he's back in his usual spot.* Then Shockwave's helping you improve it? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:10 am *Finally focusing on the fact that HE'S BEEN TALKING TO PROWL LIKE HE'S MEANT TO TALK TO OTHER BOTS. Please hold while he wraps himself up in this fact and pulls it tight.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am *Okay. Okay, he's - he's nervous about this, especially after accidentally shouting, but he went through the whole movie without doing anything else wrong. This will be fine. Increased attention is safer attention.*

[[...In a manner of speaking.]] FakeProwl 12:13 am Oh? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:17 am [[Mm. His spark will not support his current alt mode forever.]] Flight is strenuous, Prowl. And so is admitting this, but it'll at least let him test reactions. [[It is - an interesting idea for the distant future.]]

*Definitely watching for any signs of repulsion.* FakeProwl 12:19 am *Blank stare at Soundwave. Then blank stare at wall.* ... Apparently I'm into people who want to turn into aliens. I didn't realize that was part of my type. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:20 am *...Slow, quiet huffing.* [[You would prefer an octopus?]] FakeProwl 12:21 am *Snort.* I'd miss the teeth. *DID HE SAY THAT. Clamps mouth shut. fff.* *Definitely going to keep staring at that wall.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:22 am *Tiny brighten. Yes, Prowl said that. And Soundwave deeply appreciated it.*

[[Then it pleases him to keep them.]] *Pause.* [[And share them.]] FakeProwl 12:22 am *Nod nod.* FakeProwl 12:23 am *RIGHT, moving on from that little... that.* Is that to be your alt-mode, then? Or will you be a monoformer? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:29 am [[An alt mode. There are some things they are not built to do. And he is not an organic. He...]] Oh, this is painful to think. [[He simply admires this one's appearance.]] *Don't tell anyone. His credit with the Decepticons is low enough.* FakeProwl 12:32 am *a nod. so prowl gathered, from the fact that he keeps showing movies about them. ... and dresses as them.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:32 am *Prowl went as a minicon. Does he want to be one?* FakeProwl 12:33 am *he wouldn't mind shrinking.* *anyway he didn't "go as a minicon" so much as attempt to hide from the crowd.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:35 am *Fair, fair. But no shrinking and asking to become his deployer. Holograms don't dock and Soundwave isn't going to pop his spark chamber open.*

*And now it's Soundwave's turn to fidget. He wasn't expecting to have to explain this. It went... a hundred times better than expected, but it's a little. It's.*

*Please let Prowl think of something else, Primus. Mercy.* FakeProwl 12:35 am ... The, er. Costume you wore. It was... very, uh... *words, words, words.* The shape fit. You. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:37 am *...........Oh. Well, that's not so bad either. Mercy after this, maybe.*

[[...Thank you. It - did serve him well, that night.]] [[But he does not need to remind you of that.]] FakeProwl 12:38 am Hff. No. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:39 am *Little shoulder tremble. And now they're back to the teeth. Well done, them.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:42 am *If Primus and Prowl won't show it, he will. Prompt, prompt.*

[[Now. He recalls an incomplete request?]] FakeProwl 12:43 am Ah. Yes. You did—I did—I mean, er. Yes. FakeProwl 12:45 am *Damn. He'd planned this out to be smooth. Instead he'd been sticking his foot in his mouth and awkwardly squeezing out half-compliments for the past five minutes. How does he get back on track.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:45 am *Oh, stammering. This will probably be interesting.* *Would Prowl like a hand? He finds that helps sometimes.* FakeProwl 12:46 am *no, no, he's got this prepared. he just has to get himself on script.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:46 am *Very well. Soundwave will be as patient for Prowl as Prowl has been for him, lately.* FakeProwl 12:47 am *OKAY. SUAVENESS. SUAVENESS NOW. FLIPPING THE SUAVE SWITCH.* FakeProwl 12:50 am *He says, very coolly and casually,* First, you'll have to sit in my lap. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:51 am *Well, THAT briefly uncorks a bottle of mental imagery.* *Soundwave quickly jams the stopper back into place and leans on it. Sitting on Prowl's lap. Yes. He'll just - do that.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:53 am *Which involves hesitating because he doesn't know which direction, before deciding Prowl's hologram is sturdy enough they won't topple forward if it's face-to-face and gracefully rearranging himself to suit.* FakeProwl 12:54 am *Oh. Prowl was expecting sideways. Never mind, never mind—the position doesn't actually matter, he's not going to let it throw him off.* FakeProwl 12:56 am Right. *He laces his hands behind Soundwave's back. So casually you'd never guess that it's a deliberate, planned part of Prowl's presentation, except for the fact that he definitely stopped speaking until he'd finished doing it.* I thought this, was... thematically appropriate. Considering recent conversations we've had. And, us in general. *Inward wince. Should've worked on that last sentence. Keep going.* ... Here. (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Znze-oR0-I )) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:59 am *Soundwave wiggles a little, but only to let Prowl's hands slip behind the guard over his lower back. A planned part it may be, but he's not gonna complain. At all. Especially if Prowl is trying to talk to him the way he understands best.* This message has been removed. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:01 am *...Oh. Oh, he knows this song. But this is - it's a cover? He pays close attention.* *...All he wants and needs, in his arms. Like Soundwave is.*

*...That cinder digs a bit deeper.* FakeProwl 1:02 am *Very slightly—but pointedly—tightens embrace at "here in my arms." As if, somehow, the meaning wasn't obvious.* *... Is it too much? Now he's worried it's too much. Maybe—no, no, he finished worrying it was too much three days ago. Now he waits. He can't take back the song now.* FakeProwl 1:05 am *RIGHT. There we go. He's going to awkwardly stare somewhere around Soundwave's shoulder as he waits for a reaction.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:08 am *And the part about speech breaking vows. And both pleasure and pain being involved, which is truer than most people are willing to admit.*

*And words being - what did it call them? Trivial? Structured sentences, meaningless. The song title is LITERALLY "Enjoy the Silence".*

*Well. He won't transfer any words, then. And no coherent thoughts.*

*Just a swell of - of - intense feelings, to use the song's phrase, and Soundwave sliding his arms behind Prowl to crush him close.* *Bumper be damned.* FakeProwl 1:13 am *Oh! Good. Prowl did good. He attempts to return the wave of feelings with one of his own, but isn't quite sure how to pick and send one, so it ends up being a confused blup consisting of relief and something that might be translatable into several pings of affection.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:14 am *That confused blup is, quite honestly, charming as Pit. Maybe Prowl will let him try to teach how to do things some day, but for now, this is... more honest. And he likes that.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:18 am *Curious nudge and an overhead shot of himself sitting on Prowl's lap, taken just a moment ago. This, unfortunately, requires him to 'speak'.*

[[...It is all right to stay here?]] FakeProwl 1:18 am Oh. Yes. Absolutely. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:20 am *Nod. NOW he turns to sit sideways, in order to better fit his legs on the couch and curl around the side of Prowl's chest instead of battling it from the front.* FakeProwl 1:22 am *There, that's more like what he expected. He shifts his arms to accommodate the new position.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:24 am [[...He likes your taste in music. He would listen to more, if you found it.]] FakeProwl 1:26 am *Prowl is pretty sure that's high praise out of Soundwave.* When I find more that's fitting, I will. *... On the other hand maybe Soundwave likes ALL tastes in music. Hm.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:27 am *Little bit high praise, little bit implying he would love to hear more of what Prowl had to tell him, little bit suggesting he enjoys these musical messages of theirs.*

*Soundwave nods and buries his face in Prowl's shoulder.* FakeProwl 1:28 am *THAT'S new. And nice. Prowl likes that.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:32 am *It's a good shoulder. Sometimes he wishes Prowl would smell like metal, or be warm, or make all the little sounds, or leave paint and not static - in short, that he could have the real thing, green and all - but it's what he has for now, so he'll take it.* FakeProwl 1:34 am *There are SOME sounds. Preprogrammed to play under the right circumstances. But it's closer to a very advanced video game soundtrack than to a real person's systems.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:34 am *And he's Soundwave. He has no trouble identifying the differences.* FakeProwl 1:38 am *Well, Prowl's body might not be here—but PROWL is, and he's quietly delighted that Soundwave is on his lap and liked his musical offering.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:39 am *Prowl's going to be even more delighted in a moment. Soundwave's mask is raised and he's taking to teasingly prodding the shoulder with tongue and mlah to see how long before Prowl notices the sensation.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:42 am *Content spymasters are often quietly playful ones, as has been demonstrated on past occasions. At present, he's entertained by the idea of making his chair wiggle beneath him.* FakeProwl 1:43 am *For the record: longer than it would in a normal body, but not very long at all. Speaking of the artificial soundtrack: here, have an engine rev.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:48 am *WELL. That'd be hard to mistake even if they were still communicating via text.*

*But he supposes a wriggle is a wriggle however it's earned, so onward his glossa travels, licking a line around the shoulder's edge before stopping to nibble on a corner.*

[][][]Do you want to play a game?[][][] FakeProwl 1:50 am *Immediately:* Yes. *Less immediately:* What kind of game? ItsyBitsySpyers 1:55 am *Quiet huff. Soundwave reaches for a cube from the bar with his feelers and motions to the top of Prowl's head with it. He won't set it up there unless he's allowed.*

[[It is called "finding out if Soundwave can make you spill this".]] FakeProwl 1:56 am *Prowl's optics brighten. A lot.* The rules? ItsyBitsySpyers 2:08 am [[You make yourself comfortable. He then balances this on your head - or some other sufficiently challenging location - and does what he safely can to dislodge it without moving you himself.]] *Key: safely. That means no scaring Prowl or seizing his mind and forcing him to drop the cube.* [[Teasing, amusing, bribing - simple things. You lose when even a single drop falls over the side.]]

[[Timed or untimed. Your choice, as is what happens if he wins. Or if you win.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 2:11 am *It is worth noting that the cube is fairly full.* FakeProwl 2:14 am *Looks at the cube contemplatively for a moment.* ... Shoulder. There's no flat surface on my head. Even if we get it perfectly balanced, the mere act of talking would be enough to dislodge it. THAT challenge can wait for another night. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:15 am *Only if Prowl talks out loud. But, he doesn't know how to work around this yet, so, very well.*

[[Is that an agreement?]] FakeProwl 2:16 am It is. Fifteen minutes for the first round so we can both get the hang of it and see if we like it, move up from there? ItsyBitsySpyers 2:18 am *Nod.*

[[Agreed. But if he may make a suggestion?]] Vent against Prowl's shoulder. [[Changing venues. It would be... awkward, for Rumble to return to this.]] FakeProwl 2:20 am HFF—! ... Agreed. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:23 am [[Good. He'll hear plenty over his playlist choices as it is.]] Soundwave pops a bridge to life behind himself and starts to stand up carefully, so as not to leave Prowl's arms. [[Come.]] *He knows the avatar can just flicker on somewhere else, but damn it, this is a comfortable spot and he'd prefer not to lose it.* FakeProwl 2:26 am *Oh, is he being dragged along? Then follows~*

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