Tailgate Party

ask/rp blog for Tailgate from mtmte/lost light. magic anons welcome, though I reserve the right to refuse if it makes us uncomfortable. multiverse friendly! though Tailgate will always be from mtmte/ll

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate sat in his habsuite, tapping his fingers together idly. He was trying to calm another panic attack as he kept checking his new holopad for anything on this blog that was suggested to him. “How do I even do this?” He muttered to himself. “Maybe I should just send asks to myself…? Wouldn’t be the first time I faked letters… Hm…” He looked down at the pad, tapping on it with a sigh.

[taffysteratology]

“Perhaps I can assist you?” The wee human scholar asks, adjusting her glasses upon her face. She waves her hand to try and catch his attention.

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate startles at the small voice, almost believing his audial receptors are fritzing out again. “Wh-? Woah-” he looks down to see the small organic, and scrunches away almost immediately. “What are you?! How did you get here???”

[taffysteratology]

“I’m a human. And I traveled here because the wind told me to.” The tiny human spoke. She stood on her tip toes to try and get a better look at him. “You are not any sort of organic lifeform…how interesting….”

[fromunderground-tothestars]

“nope!” Tailgate answered. “I’m a Cybertronian. We’re mechs.” He leaned down to get a better look at the human as well. “I’ve never seen a ‘human’ before… Where do you come from?”

[taffysteratology]

Taffy opens her mouth and then closes it, staring up at the mech. “Well uh, honestly I do not know where I come from. I travel a lot, learning things as I go. I do know we are born.” she soon holds out her hand, “My name is Taffy, I’m a scholar of wildlife, and you are, sir Cybertronian?”

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate tilts his head at the odd motion. “My name is Tailgate. I’m a Bomb Disposal mech of Cybertron.” He pauses, looking down at Taffy’s hand. “Are your circuits glitching? What’s wrong with your servo?”

[taffysteratology]

“Oh goodness no.” she spoke with a laugh. “it’s just a way of how humans greet each other. They shake hands and greet one another on a fine pleasant day.” 

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate blinked, slowly shaking her small hand with his. “Okay… Odd, but okay.” Tailgate smiled under his mask.

[taffysteratology]

Amazed with the way that the large being shook her hand, Taffy smiles before letting it rest at her side. “Can I climb up? I wanna see your face up close.”

[fromunderground-tothestars]

"Sure! Though, it's not much of a face. I don't take my mask off. But you could probably see my optics through my visor!" Tailgate let out a light chuckle.

[restitutiopax]

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[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate sat in his habsuite, tapping his fingers together idly. He was trying to calm another panic attack as he kept checking his new holopad for anything on this blog that was suggested to him. “How do I even do this?” He muttered to himself. “Maybe I should just send asks to myself…? Wouldn’t be the first time I faked letters… Hm…” He looked down at the pad, tapping on it with a sigh.

[taffysteratology]

“Perhaps I can assist you?” The wee human scholar asks, adjusting her glasses upon her face. She waves her hand to try and catch his attention.

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate startles at the small voice, almost believing his audial receptors are fritzing out again. “Wh-? Woah-” he looks down to see the small organic, and scrunches away almost immediately. “What are you?! How did you get here???”

[taffysteratology]

“I’m a human. And I traveled here because the wind told me to.” The tiny human spoke. She stood on her tip toes to try and get a better look at him. “You are not any sort of organic lifeform…how interesting….”

[fromunderground-tothestars]

“nope!” Tailgate answered. “I’m a Cybertronian. We’re mechs.” He leaned down to get a better look at the human as well. “I’ve never seen a ‘human’ before… Where do you come from?”

[taffysteratology]

Taffy opens her mouth and then closes it, staring up at the mech. “Well uh, honestly I do not know where I come from. I travel a lot, learning things as I go. I do know we are born.” she soon holds out her hand, “My name is Taffy, I’m a scholar of wildlife, and you are, sir Cybertronian?”

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate tilts his head at the odd motion. “My name is Tailgate. I’m a Bomb Disposal mech of Cybertron.” He pauses, looking down at Taffy’s hand. “Are your circuits glitching? What’s wrong with your servo?”

[taffysteratology]

“Oh goodness no.” she spoke with a laugh. “it’s just a way of how humans greet each other. They shake hands and greet one another on a fine pleasant day.” 

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate blinked, slowly shaking her small hand with his. "Okay... Odd, but okay." Tailgate smiled under his mask.

[ataraxia-resolute-a]

⚠️ "being an outlier sure has its perks!!" @fromunderground-tothestars

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Heavy plating flares in alarm as he is lifted up by little servos. Crimson optics look about before he looks down, peering down at Tailgate, who held him aloft so easily.

“… Tailgate, would you please put me down.”

Somehow he is able to maintain a more neutral tone, despite the situation.

| @fromunderground-tothestars |

[fromunderground-tothestars]

"aww but it's so much fun!" Tailgate giggles and puts him down, grinning through his mask.

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate sat in his habsuite, tapping his fingers together idly. He was trying to calm another panic attack as he kept checking his new holopad for anything on this blog that was suggested to him. “How do I even do this?” He muttered to himself. “Maybe I should just send asks to myself…? Wouldn’t be the first time I faked letters… Hm…” He looked down at the pad, tapping on it with a sigh.

[taffysteratology]

“Perhaps I can assist you?” The wee human scholar asks, adjusting her glasses upon her face. She waves her hand to try and catch his attention.

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate startles at the small voice, almost believing his audial receptors are fritzing out again. “Wh-? Woah-” he looks down to see the small organic, and scrunches away almost immediately. “What are you?! How did you get here???”

[taffysteratology]

“I’m a human. And I traveled here because the wind told me to.” The tiny human spoke. She stood on her tip toes to try and get a better look at him. “You are not any sort of organic lifeform…how interesting….”

[fromunderground-tothestars]

“nope!” Tailgate answered. “I’m a Cybertronian. We’re mechs.” He leaned down to get a better look at the human as well. “I’ve never seen a ‘human’ before… Where do you come from?”

[taffysteratology]

Taffy opens her mouth and then closes it, staring up at the mech. “Well uh, honestly I do not know where I come from. I travel a lot, learning things as I go. I do know we are born.” she soon holds out her hand, “My name is Taffy, I’m a scholar of wildlife, and you are, sir Cybertronian?”

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate tilts his head at the odd motion. "My name is Tailgate. I'm a Bomb Disposal mech of Cybertron." He pauses, looking down at Taffy's hand. "Are your circuits glitching? What's wrong with your servo?"

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate sat in his habsuite, tapping his fingers together idly. He was trying to calm another panic attack as he kept checking his new holopad for anything on this blog that was suggested to him. “How do I even do this?” He muttered to himself. “Maybe I should just send asks to myself…? Wouldn’t be the first time I faked letters… Hm…” He looked down at the pad, tapping on it with a sigh.

[taffysteratology]

“Perhaps I can assist you?” The wee human scholar asks, adjusting her glasses upon her face. She waves her hand to try and catch his attention.

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate startles at the small voice, almost believing his audial receptors are fritzing out again. “Wh-? Woah-” he looks down to see the small organic, and scrunches away almost immediately. “What are you?! How did you get here???”

[taffysteratology]

“I’m a human. And I traveled here because the wind told me to.” The tiny human spoke. She stood on her tip toes to try and get a better look at him. “You are not any sort of organic lifeform…how interesting….”

[fromunderground-tothestars]

"nope!" Tailgate answered. "I'm a Cybertronian. We're mechs." He leaned down to get a better look at the human as well. "I've never seen a 'human' before... Where do you come from?"

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate sat in his habsuite, tapping his fingers together idly. He was trying to calm another panic attack as he kept checking his new holopad for anything on this blog that was suggested to him. “How do I even do this?” He muttered to himself. “Maybe I should just send asks to myself…? Wouldn’t be the first time I faked letters… Hm…” He looked down at the pad, tapping on it with a sigh.

[taffysteratology]

“Perhaps I can assist you?” The wee human scholar asks, adjusting her glasses upon her face. She waves her hand to try and catch his attention.

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate startles at the small voice, almost believing his audial receptors are fritzing out again. "Wh-? Woah-" he looks down to see the small organic, and scrunches away almost immediately. "What are you?! How did you get here???"

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Tailgate sat in his habsuite, tapping his fingers together idly. He was trying to calm another panic attack as he kept checking his new holopad for anything on this blog that was suggested to him. "How do I even do this?" He muttered to himself. "Maybe I should just send asks to myself...? Wouldn't be the first time I faked letters... Hm..." He looked down at the pad, tapping on it with a sigh.

[fromunderground-tothestars]

Hello! Name's Tailgate, former Bomb Disposal mech, current Lost Lighter! Feel free to ask anything!