time & motion

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[galacticmaestro]

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[s: Fairytale/Myth/Story] | [ ACCEPTING ]

[🎻] :||: “Is it not curious how just the smallest thing disappearing could potentially end in catastrophe? And I do not mean items such as a bolt holding in a bulk head, or a compass from the helm. The things that can send someone over the edge into anguish or frustration or giddiness–if a man who has built his life upon crafting fine garments loses his favorite thimble, of course he has more, but this is his life’s work: it could be the tipping point to him finally burning down his shop for the insurance money, but accidentally taking out an entire city block in the process.”

“There are tales of beings that can sense the power of these objects, predicting just what one little spec of dust will be the one to topple society, and then taking it for their hoard. They’re small, these creatures, only visible if they want you to see them, and they know the course of nature for every species they decide to trick and destroy. Do take care to watch your feelings, my good fellow: therapy helps. I would hate to potentially see my end because your lucky eye patch went missing. …If the legends are true, anyway.”

@piratemedic

[galacticmaestro]

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[s: Fairytale/Myth/Story] | [ ACCEPTING ]

[🎻] :||:“Have you heard of the Courier Beetles of the Victvinivin Nebula? Supposedly they are as tall as a Cybertronian Combiner, and their exoskeletons can withstand the heat of most suns. Because of this, many claim that they are sent between star systems to carry cargo and information between more primitive societies. However, they do this without ever being noticed by a single living creature, even those that wish to use their services. If you DO see one, however… just be careful to thank them graciously for their services. Otherwise, they may just make you one of them: unseen, unknown, for all eternity.”

@ask-scattorshot

[galacticmaestro]

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[s: Fairytale/Myth/Story] | [ ACCEPTING ]

[🎻] :||: “Beyond the furthest edges of the Dovian-Textrus galaxy is what some of my Denizens refer to as the “Sea of Stardust”: It is a vast expanse of uncharted territory that few dare touch. A legend has been passed down for countless generations that tells of a massive techno-organic creature that flows through it, as though a fish in a gentle stream, whose song will lead one to their demise. Others claim that, should you sing back to it, the creature will lead you to treasures beyond your wildest imagination. Those who say they have seen it from afar have lost their fortunes, but swear up and down that the Stardust Leviathan is real, but they are not brave enough to search for it again.”

     “It begs the question: Do we trust the sailors of the cosmos, or do we venture on regardless, and explore the unknown?”

@mantascout

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Did You Know?

Birds control time! They do this out of spite.

[galacticmaestro]

[🎻] :||: Tick, tock, tick tock.

[galacticmaestro]

‘ i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own ’

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[🎻] :||: A curious gaze swept over the other in a slow arc, as though her optics alone could read deeply into the thoughts that consumed heart and soul. However, that was not entirely the case; in some instances, all that Gala could do was observe and absorb, hoping that somehow she could provide at least something to push others in the right direction.

     “I believe that is something we all hope for,” came her quiet reply, sympathetic and knowing. “But is there something I can do to help your situation?”

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‘ tell me about the dream where we the pull bodies out of the lake ’ ‘ it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio ’ ‘ tell me how all this , and love too , will ruin us ’ ‘ we’ll never get used to it ’ ‘ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you ’ ‘ we know where the sound is coming from ’ ‘ the world is no longer mysterious ’ ‘ it’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster ’ ‘ i like him and i want to be like him ’ ‘ someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure ’ ‘ history repeats itself ’ ‘ i wanted to be wanted ’ ‘ frequently i was finding myself sleepless ’ ‘ i’d like my money’s worth ’ ‘ we can’t punch ourselves awake ’ ‘ sorry about the blood in your mouth ’ ‘ you wanted happiness , i can’t blame you for that ’ ‘ a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy ’ ‘ tell me you’re not miserable ’ ‘ imagine being useless ’ ‘ there is no way to make this story interesting ’ ‘ i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything ’ ‘ he told me it wasn’t going to be okay ’ ‘ the minutes don’t stop ’ ‘ every morning another chapter ’ ‘ i wanted to give you something more ’ ‘ i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you ’ ‘ you want a better story ’ ‘ i can already tell you think i’m the dragon ’ ‘ you still get to be the hero ’ ‘ i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together ’ ‘ here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all forgiven ’ ‘ the entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell ’ ‘ unfortunately we don’t have that kind of time ’ ‘ it isn’t over yet , it’s just begun ’ ‘ things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us ’ ‘ i wanted to fall down right there but i knew you wouldn’t catch me ’ ‘ you are a fever i am learning to live with ’ ‘ everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel ’ ‘ i just don’t want to die anymore ’ ‘ you want to die for love , you always have ’ ‘ let’s not talk about it , let’s just not talk ’ ‘ you say  ‘ i’ll give you anything ’  but you never come through ’ ‘ i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own ’ ‘ anything past the horizon is invisible , it can only be imagined ’ ‘ you keep singing along to that song i hate ’ ‘ this is the place where everything starts to begin ’ ‘ monsters are always hungry ’ ‘ none of us are going back ’ 

[galacticmaestro]

@tertiaxdecima​:

His optics ridges rose a bit when she gave her designation and her domains. Well, there was one he had not heard before certainly. One blessing about his life he supposed was his extensive experience with the godlike beings that inhabited this particular reality (or the living manifestation of that reality that stood before him in a singular form). With that came the ability to more or less take them in stride when they appeared, rather than making an impolite fool of himself. 

“I believe you gave your credentials quite succinctly already,” the Prime replied, shaking his helm. “And you have yet say or do anything that would contradict that in my optics.” Turning and walking towards the window, he took a pair of empty cubes and the pitcher of energon by the bubbled cacti and aloe. He poured them both a bit of highgrade, as if the Galactician were like any other guest in his office.

“I suppose I would like to you clarify further as to your relationship to me,” Optimus continued, sitting again and nodding at the chair on the other side of his desk. “And if the situation is truly that complicated, I would ask how I might be of help to you.”

[🎻] :||: The seat was accepted graciously; sweeping her cloak back and to the sides, Gala lowered herself and took the offered cube. Standard fuels were not something she could truly enjoy, as flavors were somewhat foreign to her--there was no need for existence itself to stay topped-off all the time. Yet she always made it a point to take and finish the drink, out of common courtesy. This was how her Denizens bonded and relaxed with one another, and for them to gain her trust at all, it was a necessary act.

     Not that she would ever understand it, but that was not important then.

     “Our relationship...?” Gala paused, considering the thought. “I suppose you mean why I’m here, or why I came to you specifically, then. Well, as I stated before, the Primes of your world are important to me: Each one tends to have a unique ability that lends itself to my work in ways that I cannot do alone, helping to bring stability to the universe. Most of your brethren have passed on, allowing for imbalance to bleed out through the cosmos. Vector Prime and I have been working vigilantly in an attempt to thwart this, but... as loath as I am to admit it, we are not perfect on our own. ...It is your particular skill that he sees us lacking, Thirteen.”

     She tapped a long digit against the side of the cube, pondering the thought; it brought a slight frown to her features, though more out of frustration in herself than anything else. “You, my Prime, are a peace-maker; that was even the name you were given upon your initial rebirth, if I recall. Your light and words reach out through een the most dire of situations to change minds and souls--meanwhile, I, ah... have a bit of a short fuse myself, while Vector is more of the silent type. Together we can work wonders for restoring order in the physical sense, but in the hearts of the Denizens...? Faith, as you likely know, cannot be restored so easily. It takes dedication and humility. ...Which is where we hope you will come in.”

     In one smooth motion Galactian finished the offered high-grade and set the container aside, then moving to fold her servos neatly in her lap. Her gaze was fixed upon the Prime, hard and determined as she said, “I require your aid, Optimus Prime. For the sake of all existence, you must reclaim the full mantle and duties of the true Prime and Speaker of Creation as we work to undo the damage that has been brought by the Chaos Bringer. Will you lend your hand?”

[galacticmaestro]

hxuntedsurvivcr‌:

     Sparrow didn’t know where she was going anymore.

     It was an odd feeling of freedom, to be able to just walk and not know where you might end up.  After a lifetime dedicated to orders and missions and goals, it was hard to suddenly… not have a purpose.  It didn’t come naturally to Sparrow to drift this freely, letting the days pass, not working towards any end in particular.  It made her antsy, restless and somewhat paranoid: with nothing to focus her mind on, she glanced over her shoulder twice and much and triple checked her corners and ultimately thought too much about the possibility of being found.

     Today was a quieter day.  She wasn’t relaxed, exactly, but she felt somewhat safer about her surroundings.  It was busy enough that she could weave between the crowds without standing out and yet empty enough that she didn’t feel trapped by the bustling bodies.  There was no feeling of being followed and no need to duck into shops to break line of sight with someone who wasn’t there.

     Being dead wasn’t new to Sparrow.  Being dead without actually, y’know, being dead, was also a familiar experience: and yet, once again, it was the lack of purpose that got to her the most.  After twelve years of doing everything, she felt too tired to do anything and yet she did not know how to do nothing.  Today was quieter, in terms of her paranoia, but it was also no more exciting than any other day of the week.  Sparrow was once again wandering the streets aimlessly, without knowing where she wanted to go or what she wanted to do.

     If this was freedom, Sparrow wasn’t sure what was so appealing about it.

     With her coffee warming her hands, her measured steps brought her closer to a small intersection of roads.  Coming to stop at the edge of the pavement, she peered in each possible direction in which she could continue.

     Moments like these were when her lack of purpose became truly hindering: which route should she take?

[🎻] :||: Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

     Moments slipped away as Gala stood in silence, leaning casually against the corner of a building, jade optics fixed upon the street opposite her position. She was a patient being, as fate would have it, which made her wait much more relaxed than it would have been in any other circumstance; the being would be there eventually, and that was what mattered.

     And just as the thought had crossed her mind, and comfort began to settle in, there they were: The human, casual and relaxed in her appearance, arrived just on time. Gala smiled, tucking the watch back into her coat pocket. What would this one do, she wondered, and how would it allow her to know whether this was truly the right person for the job? Did they have the heart of a Keeper, or were they merely someone having a bit of fun with a discovered ability?

     Keeping close to the wall, Gala shrugged her coat’s collar up just a bit further and took a step to the side. If she was noticed before the other made a mood, that could prove troublesome; Denizens were typically unobservant, but that did not mean she couldn’t follow their rules and customs. If approached, she would have to improvise. Even so, she would not let the other out of her sight--a particular event was about to unfold, and it would be all the test that this human needed to answer the questions that hung in the air.

     [ What have you got in you, my dear? Be careful when crossing the street... ]

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‘ tell me about the dream where we the pull bodies out of the lake ’ ‘ it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio ’ ‘ tell me how all this , and love too , will ruin us ’ ‘ we’ll never get used to it ’ ‘ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you ’ ‘ we know where the sound is coming from ’ ‘ the world is no longer mysterious ’ ‘ it’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster ’ ‘ i like him and i want to be like him ’ ‘ someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure ’ ‘ history repeats itself ’ ‘ i wanted to be wanted ’ ‘ frequently i was finding myself sleepless ’ ‘ i’d like my money’s worth ’ ‘ we can’t punch ourselves awake ’ ‘ sorry about the blood in your mouth ’ ‘ you wanted happiness , i can’t blame you for that ’ ‘ a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy ’ ‘ tell me you’re not miserable ’ ‘ imagine being useless ’ ‘ there is no way to make this story interesting ’ ‘ i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything ’ ‘ he told me it wasn’t going to be okay ’ ‘ the minutes don’t stop ’ ‘ every morning another chapter ’ ‘ i wanted to give you something more ’ ‘ i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you ’ ‘ you want a better story ’ ‘ i can already tell you think i’m the dragon ’ ‘ you still get to be the hero ’ ‘ i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together ’ ‘ here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all forgiven ’ ‘ the entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell ’ ‘ unfortunately we don’t have that kind of time ’ ‘ it isn’t over yet , it’s just begun ’ ‘ things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us ’ ‘ i wanted to fall down right there but i knew you wouldn’t catch me ’ ‘ you are a fever i am learning to live with ’ ‘ everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel ’ ‘ i just don’t want to die anymore ’ ‘ you want to die for love , you always have ’ ‘ let’s not talk about it , let’s just not talk ’ ‘ you say  ‘ i’ll give you anything ’  but you never come through ’ ‘ i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own ’ ‘ anything past the horizon is invisible , it can only be imagined ’ ‘ you keep singing along to that song i hate ’ ‘ this is the place where everything starts to begin ’ ‘ monsters are always hungry ’ ‘ none of us are going back ’ 

[galacticmaestro]

@thankorblamemelater​:

“Yeah! That’s pretty much it….so uh. What…what are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around base before…”

[🎻] :||: She blinked twice. “Did I not... oh, I suppose I didn’t introduce myself. Well, most call me Gala; I suppose you can think of me as someone that solves problems, and just drifts from one place to another to learn and enjoy things. What may I call you, good sir?”

[galacticmaestro]

@etherealcrown​:

Another vague shrug. She was bored enough, why not entertain herself in one way or another? “It could be that someone is angry, or it’s just the mixture of temperatures forming it.”

[🎻] :||: This one was tricky; while responding somehow in the most technical and vague manner possible, she had not actually answered the question Gala posed. “Someone is angry? Hmm. Well, I have heard of creatures that can alter air currents and climates naturally, but you can’t always go off what someone tells you is true.”

     A low rumble came from the skies above, the rolling grey clouds crawling closer with every second. Her coat rustled slightly in the strengthening winds, but Gala remained firmly in place. “What is your name, if I may?”

[galacticmaestro]

@tertiaxdecima​:

His optic ridges rose slightly as the femme entered through the hither-to-non-existent door. Optimus was struck as anyone might be if a stranger were to walk into their office through an interdimensional entryway of dubious origins. Perhaps he ought to have been more used to such visits, but the act of demi-gods traipsing in and out reality had yet to become a mundane occurrence in his day-to-day life. His current visitor certainly had the air of a Prime about her, at any rate.

“My memories of my former life are likely not as clear as you might wish,” he replied, setting the datapad aside and standing up from the desk. “If I seem ignorant as a result, I would kindly ask for your patience and understanding at present. All the same, you can hardly intrude upon a space in which you were freely invited in the first place.” He smiled slightly and extended a servo towards her. “I am sure it will be a pleasure to become reacquainted, my lady.”

[🎻] :||: As the other extended his servo to her, the Galactian paused--likely a bit longer than she should have, at any rate. She was rather unused to such casual greetings and, for an embarrassing moment, had almost forgotten how to reciprocate. Yet with a flicker of her optics she took hold and offered a firm shake in return. “Well, you certainly have not lost your chivalry; that’s more than some can say. Thank you, Optimus Prime.”

     She released her grip soon after, her arm returning to its place beneath her cloak. “I merely offered my apologies in case you were in the middle of something. Although my primary function dictates that I can determine when is the best--for lack of a better term--“time” to intrude, I prefer to be polite about these sorts of visits.”

     It was only then that Gala chose to glance around the space. By all means it was a rather plain office, with nothing standing out to her as gaudy or unnecessary. Soon after taking a mental inventory, her gaze returned to the Prime. “Very well, then. Allow me to reintroduce myself: I am Galactian. Space, time, and the very universe itself are all my domain--quite literally, we are one in the same. I have worked closely with the Primes for their entire existence, as your kind typically exudes the characteristics that I prefer to see in my colleagues. Why I come to you now is a bit of a complicated situation, but I hope to smooth that over rather quickly. Do you wish to know anything of me, Optimus Prime?”