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ENVOY HERE... HOW ARE WE DOING? ─ [indie tf oc | multiverse | semi-selective]

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I want to die V2 (yes this is New Jersey) via Shitty_Car_Mods

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GOD OKAY SO  i keep logging out and not logging back in but ill try to do replies tonight and maybe over the week cause im on break ]]

[heyitsnomystery-deactivated2017]

im gonna ship my disaster of an OC w this disaster of a canon character and not even GOD can stop me

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ham-stor: 

    “Oh…” Hamstor followed and looked at what the mech had pointed out. It was…a little overwhelming to say the least. She just wanted an idea of the happenings in this universe, but it seemed that wasn’t gonna happen. Part of her thought this may be a sign to give up, maybe knowing all this wasn’t worth it.

    Wait, no! She had to learn this, or at the very least TRY to learn it! For one if she was gonna live here it’d be helpful, for two a better understanding of the bots shes trying to sell things to couldn’t hurt and for three…well, there was someone she’d hoped it help her better understand.

     “O-ok..uh, thanks.” giving a gulp she went for the first pad near the right, but even on her tippy toes was unable to reach it.

      Yeah, it was a little overwhelming, especially considering the strange method of organization. Envoy stood by with his arms crossed, should she need further assistance or should she decide this was a wasted endeavor. Disinterestedly Envoy shuffled some datapads on the opposite shelf, switching out a couple which had been out of order while he waited for her to make a decision. 

      His optics flickered back to Hamstor when she reached for the shelf. Starting all the way at the beginning, huh? This was going to be a long trip. Maybe even a series of trips, unless she was going to skip certain volumes. He thought that some of the personal journals were very dry, himself. 

      Envoy crossed the floor to her side and retrieved the first book, handing it down to Hamstor without a word. 

[violieutenant]

💛 [[ hi!! ]]

Lieutenant lolled his helm around to peer at the newcomer, tired expression on his faceplates. Curious yellow optics squinted at the Cybertronian in front of him, one brow ridge raised. Lieutenant shifted his slouched position in his seat, crossing his legs. His digits tapped on the glass he held in his working hand, grip loose and threatening to drop the cube and let it smash to pieces on the table surface. “Hey there. Need somethin’?” 

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      “Only to ask a question.” Envoy settled into a seat across the table, propping his head up in one hand, and he continued, “Exactly how many have you had, and when do you think it would be smart to stop? Because my shanix is on three glasses ago.” He’d noticed the way the other’s head and hand lolled, and had started to worry. It was only when the issue went unaddressed that he’d approached. 

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ham-stor: 

   She waved when his face came into view, a toothy smile. Hamstor was always one to be friendly to new people, besides maybe it’d make him more likely to help her out here.

    “Oh…ok, well uh, I’m sort of new around here and was wondering if there were history books, about the war and all that stuff I guess.” She scratched her helm. “I don’t know, just something to wort of quickly catch me up on this universe’s history I guess?”

      Envoy noted that the bot seemed amiable enough, though it would’ve done little to change his service either way. The question wasn’t strange--- a few neutrals had come in with similar requests, having been absent during the war itself, and they’d at least seemed satisfied with their findings. Envoy stood and rounded his desk. “Not necessarily books--- though I’ll bet there will be soon. Follow me.” Where they didn’t have any books on the war, in the strictest sense, the library had stocked copies of personal journals, faction movements, among other wartime miscellanea. There wasn’t a lot of unbiased historical recording happening during, but he was sure they had stocked some pre-war texts and vids as well. 

      “We’ve been taking donations, sometimes paying for accounts of different events of significance. It’s not scattered so much as it is separated. You won’t find a crash course in here, but I’m sure you’ll find something.” The section of shelves he stopped beside was loosely packed, organized by date rather than alphabetically for the convenience of patrons. Many of the journals were from relative no-names, which meant that searching for a specific event would’ve been an absolute slog otherwise. “Pre-war is top right, most recent bottom left. Most are opinionated, and even the ones that aren’t have a faction bias, but it’s information.”

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awrighty im not done with the ref like i said i would be but ive had this tab open for too long to have done so little with it, so who wants to plot ]]

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awrighty im not done with the ref like i said i would be but ive had this tab open for too long to have done so little with it, so who wants to plot ]]

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ham-stor: 

   Finally Hamstor found the place! She’d been asking around town for weeks where she could find a library or an archives center, no one seemed to know; some knew there WAS one but not were it was. Guess bots around here didn’t have much of an interest in reading..Well, can’t say she blames em.

  To be perfectly honest she usually wasn’t the reading type herself, when she did it was usually magazines or comics, cheesy novels on occasion, stuff you can find at most shops or even just download onto a blank datapad. But what she needed now was not so easy to get her hands on.

  Coming in the small, fur covered bot approached the front desk, barely able to reach it she knocked on the side of it to try and get the worker’s attention.

 “Uh” She cleared her intake. “Excuse me, could I get a little help finding something?”

      He found himself looking up before looking down, rising out of his chair incrementally until he could see the little bot over the edge of the desk. He set the datapad he’d been cataloguing down beside his keyboard. He supposed that this was also his job, and even one of its less aggravating duties. Envoy leaned his crossed forearms heavily on the desktop and emitted a low exvent, answered dryly, “If we have it.” Rather cryptic, certainly not the standard of patron service the library sought to achieve, but Envoy wasn’t one to act any part. 

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@ham-stor

      For the limited selection they had--- Envoy had seen libraries before, and this collection was almost insignificant in comparison ---it was a chore to replace datapads and other miscellanea when they were returned. Most made it back to the return slot or to a cart, but every corner turned revealed a volume left on a table or short section of shelving. He’d come in that afternoon to find a handful of discarded datapads in a box outside of the library’s doors. While he was sure somebody appreciated the donations, he also knew that there were proper channels which didn’t involve quite as much work on his part. 

      Those donations, and he had to believe that they were donations for lack of any better idea, sat some feet away from him on the desk. His actual job occupied his time, presently. Envoy pulled two datapads from the return slot and re-submitted them to the database as ‘available’ before setting them on the cart to his left. Each was meticulously placed, perfectly upright, if only to elongate the time between performing this mindless task and replacing them on their proper shelves. He was thoroughly absorbed in his work, finding comfort in the rhythm it allowed, and so didn’t notice the doors opening.

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awrighty im not done with the ref like i said i would be but ive had this tab open for too long to have done so little with it, so who wants to plot ]]

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awrighty im not done with the ref like i said i would be but ive had this tab open for too long to have done so little with it, so who wants to plot ]]

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@illogicalshockwave :

thats adorable and I love that idea I almost want shockwave to show up at some point with a mountain of data pads to return

Please, we should plot something sometime ; v; i gotta do more stuff w my boy+ that sounds rlly cute ]]

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redesign + etc. idea : im making envoy a librarian now because now that hes not a decepticon he is going to have a job where he can just not move a bunch also hes a nerd so hes probably into that kind of thing]]

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IN CHARACTER JUDGMENT CALL

rules: you can only say guilty or innocent. you are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you or asks you. repost, don’t reblog!

asked someone to marry you? "Innocent.”

kissed one of your friends? "Guilty.”

danced on a table in a bar/tavern? "Innocent.”

ever told a lie? "Guilty.”

had feelings for someone whom you can’t have? "Innocent.”

ever kissed someone of the same sex? x

kissed a picture? "Innocent.”

slept until 5pm? "Guilty.”

fallen asleep at work/school? "Guilty.”

held a snake? "Innocent.”

been suspended from school? "Innocent.”

worked at a fast food chain/restaurant? "Innocent.”

stolen something? "Guilty.”

been fired from a job? "Innocent.”

done something you regret? "Guilty.”

laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? "Guilty.”

caught a snowflake on your tongue? "Innocent.”

kissed in the rain? "Innocent.”

sat on a rooftop? "Guilty.”

kissed someone you shouldn’t? "Innocent.”

sang in the shower? "Innocent.”

been pushed into a pool? “Guilty.”

shaved your head? x

slept naked? x

made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? "Guilty.”

shot a gun? "Guilty.”

still love someone you shouldn’t? "Innocent.”

have/had a tattoo? "Guilty.”

liked someone, but will never tell who? "Guilty.”

been too honest? "Innocent.”

ruined a surprise? "Guilty.”

been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? "Guilty.”

still have communication w/ your ex? "Guilty.”

cheated on someone? "Innocent.”

got so angry that you cried? "Guilty.”

tried to stay away from someone for their own good? "Innocent.”

thoughts about suicide? "Guilty.”

thoughts about murder? "Guilty.”

how about mass murder? "Guilty.”

stalked someone? "Guilty.”

had a girlfriend/boyfriend? "Guilty.”

gotten totally drunk during a holiday? "Guilty.”

TAGGED BY: @chillintel

TAGGING: @skywurp , @altusxdelusoris , @vietalis , whoever else wants ??? t o??? 

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gonna b working on that ref tonight,, ]]

[martyrix-a-blog]

Name: envoy | Age: 4.2 million | Do you like to cuddle?: i like a lot of things | Can we kiss?: sure | A night in or dinner out?: in, please | Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: neither | What makes you a good Valentine?: my stunning personality | Would you cook for me?: i could try | Would you let me cook for you?: you could *try* [[u did it i am out of hiding for all of 1 ask]]

❛     I like a lot of things …     ❜ 

Q: Would you raise to the bait? Test open waters in hopes to drown? The question is, do you enjoy drowning?

Orion’s smile is all too coy, rarely given and rarely seen in the quiet of his hab. He mimics the phrase once too often, digits tracing the outer curves of the datapad and he pauses as glossa dips to swipe across curled lips in thought. Oh, he thought this a cruel trick indeed. If anything to tease him evermore, to rock under his plating and see him squirm. But perhaps he liked squirming. 

❛     That’s such a vague response, Mr. Personality. But if we’re eating in, do you mind me eating you out?     ❜    He barely processes what he’s said, the play on words and rise to tease all too common and he chokes back a laugh, nervously rich.