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@cowardlychin
Awful quiet in here. Where are my crewmates?
// I want to make a List Lighter account. I'm torn between Hot Spot, Hound, or Jackpot
((well I couldnt resist. @cowardlychin, @my-shovel-your-face ))
// OMG YOU DID IT! THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER. HAHAHAhahaa!!! XD
((Heya!I am back. I wanted to reblog our RP now but your page seems to offer no reblog button to me. I have no idea how to fix this. Has this happened before to you??))
// I think it’s fixed now! You should be able to mouseover for reblog options. I’m not sure how well it works on phone or tablet though!
"I'm starving."
“Hi, Starving. I’m Misfire.”
“Primus, why… ”
“Why not?”
He sighs and shakes his head a bit, the slightest hint of a smile showing.
“Okay fine, but nothing beats Skullcruncher’s new act. His new stand-up special is tonight if you wanna watch.”
"It says here the closest available stop is an amusement planet with thrill rides so insane they require all visitors to sign a form before entering." He looked at his crewmate with a firm, uncomfortable look. "Yeah, let's not."
"I'm starving."
“Hi, Starving. I’m Misfire.”
"Primus, why... "
// *sits quietly hands folded in lap* Do I owe anyone anything? Any mutuals want a starter?
// Oh no! If you take it to geek squad they can likely open it up and insert the hard drive into a HD reader like it’s a big flash drive and copy all the data to an external. That’s what happened when my Mac finally died after 7 years. 7 seems to be the magic number for the lifespan of decent technology. Anyway, good luck!!
[[a sudden PING on the comm link. the connection is weak]] :: Sorry, what was that? I heard something about the DJD. Trust me, you don't want them after you... ::
{ @cowardlychin }
Okay, Ambulon is sure he needs his comm link checked. He needs to tweak it so only bots on the Lost Light can contact him…
::Aheh, me speaking aloud without realising my comm is on… And of course I don’t; I just find it weird that they never did come after me after I defected-… ran from the Decepticon combiner project and headed to Delphi. You’d think they would have but… Guess I’m just lucky.::
The k-classer sat up in his seat, optics widening with sudden interest. ::You were the head engineer for the combiner project? Heh, wow, small universe then!:: He grinned.
::It’s good to finally be talking to a fellow techie. I was head of a cybertech advancement campaign as well. A different one, though.:: Clearly Fulcrum had misunderstood, but he was too excited to actually analyze the mystery voice’s statement any further.
Hearing the mech’s interest, Ambulon awkwardly shifted his stance. ::Actually I was a component in the combiner project… I was, made to be a combiner limb and, would never get that changed.::
He happily listened to the other’s words, quite surprised that he’d been misunderstood. ::Well, I’m a medic now; never, have been an engineer… Name’s Ambulon. Who are you?::
The bomb deflated a little when he realized he was mistaken. The truth made him feel a twinge of pity. ::Oh. I’m sorry.:: He leaned back in his chair. ::I actually can relate to that feeling, though.::
::Ambulon..:: He let the name set in, tapping his chinplate in thought. ::I think I might remember you. Possibly. ..Maybe? It was some seminar ages ago though. Anyway, my name’s Fulcrum. Former manager of the Decepticon cyberforming campaign.::
[[a sudden PING on the comm link. the connection is weak]] :: Sorry, what was that? I heard something about the DJD. Trust me, you don't want them after you... ::
{ @cowardlychin }
Okay, Ambulon is sure he needs his comm link checked. He needs to tweak it so only bots on the Lost Light can contact him…
::Aheh, me speaking aloud without realising my comm is on… And of course I don’t; I just find it weird that they never did come after me after I defected-… ran from the Decepticon combiner project and headed to Delphi. You’d think they would have but… Guess I’m just lucky.::
The k-classer sat up in his seat, optics widening with sudden interest. ::You were the head engineer for the combiner project? Heh, wow, small universe then!:: He grinned.
::It’s good to finally be talking to a fellow techie. I was head of a cybertech advancement campaign as well. A different one, though.:: Clearly Fulcrum had misunderstood, but he was too excited to actually analyze the mystery voice’s statement any further.
// I wanna rp somethin crazy dramatic or super silly. I haven't been doing much of either lately~
Fulcrum
Fulcrum seemed a little distracted and was fiddling with his datapad.
“I’m doing okay. I had an idea for a side project. I was thinking we could put together some kind of yearbook to highlight our accomplishments. So far it’s kinda short.” He looked up. “It’s.. Okay, it’s REALLY short.”
“Would… would having a second sparkling be a good accomplishment?” the scavenger asked softly, looking down and swinging his pedes lightly.
@cowardlychin
Fulcrum paused, optics wide on his datapad as if he’d just heard the other suddenly speaking another language. “Sorry, what was that?” He looked up, his features scrunching in confusion and demanding clarity.
Fulcrum are you preggers?
“Am I what?”
“You know Misfire, he just glanced at me with this sort of odd look of approval and I SEE it now. I see the sparkly eyes.”
—♔|; “Why do you hate me? You were doing so well.”
Fulcrum blinked, hearing Metalhawk say something from across the room. Was he talking to himself or was he eavesdropping? “Uh. Did you say something?”
“You know Misfire, he just glanced at me with this sort of odd look of approval and I SEE it now. I see the sparkly eyes.”
“Oh. So… it’s just a shorter term for a kind of judgmental gaze? I guess Metalhawk and Krok do have that in common. They both seem to have anime sometimes.”
“Wait. What? No. You know, sparkly and…” His helm tilted, “you think he looks judgemental? I don’t know. Hold on, I’ve gotta go look at him again.”
“Like I said, only sometimes. I’m not one to talk badly about another bot or anything, but when he gets that look I’d be lying if I didn’t say I felt a bit tense. Anyway, ‘sparkly eyes’? Now that, I don’t see. You’re on your own there, Misfire.”