Drift

«My name is Drift, Third-In-Command, Field Command, and Training Lead  Second-In-Command acting Captain on the Lost Light. I am the conjunx endura of Captain Rodimus Prime, and expect to continue serving under him as long as possible  forever when he returns from his mission off the ship.» «Please note: I am not, and have never claimed to be, a samurai.» ((Indie IDW Drift RP blog. All interactions are on comm/tumblr unless your character has good reason to be near Drift's location. #meditations posts are PRIVATE.))

[rurounidrift]

Nov 8 Blurr’s Horror Stream - It Comes At Night

Not even the fact that Drift hasn’t been active in twenty years would stop him from going to Blurr’s (week late) birthday party!

The movie was properly suspenseful, but there’s an unresolved plot hole on which the third act hinges, which kind of deflates it.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Tara changed their nickname to Tarantulas. B l u r r: / Here comes the late birthday monster. Skidding in with Dodge and Velocity, both in party hats!!/ B l u r r: / And TA DA. There are so many treats and snacks and a huge CAKE / B l u r r: / Dodge is dressed as a witch and Velocity is a scare crow. They both look great with little party hats/ Drift: *look who's arrived! He's painted himself black from the neck down, added a black skirt, and very carefully glued his tiny collection of human swords on end all over his head.* Drift: Hey! :D B l u r r: / setting his frames up. Telling them to stay put and all that hooplah/ B l u r r: / He's had his entire frame redone for this costume! All dark colors and sharper claws, those might be kept, and a mask that is split apart like a flower with millions of sharp teeth. / B l u r r: / all bloody and eeeverything. That might be energon. It probably is. / B l u r r: Drift! Hi! Drift: Hey! Happy birthday! B l u r r: Ah, thanks. B l u r r: Dodge and Velocity came ! Aren't they great? Picked their own costumes and everything. Drift: Hey, Dodge and I kinda match! *pulls out his black skirt.* B l u r r: Yeah, looks like it. Great minds think alike. K-Kyeheheheh. Drift: Oh, hey, I've got your, uh... Hold on. *he's hiking up his skirt to rummage around underneath it.* B l u r r: / snort. Fixing Velocity's costume in the meantime. / Drift: Got it! *holds up a datapad* Here. Happy birthday. B l u r r: / flickers optic and reaches for it/ What is it? Drift: It's a sequel to first story I wrote you. Drift: Well, sequels, I guess. It's five short stories. They go around the world saving monsters. B l u r r: Oh, is it? How interesting. /looking it over. Uses a claw to move one of the monster mouth pieces to see better / B l u r r: Ahhh...! Sounds like just my type of story. K-Kyeheheheh. /throws an arm around Drift/  Thanks. Drift: *and every story is in a different language, because blurr would probably like that* B l u r r: / yes yes he will love it! / Drift: *hugs Blurr* I thought so. Hope you enjoy it. B l u r r: Mm, I'm sure I will when I get a moment of spare time. Drift: Been busy lately? I feel like I haven't been here in a month. B l u r r: Busier than usual, yeah. Drift: *it's probably been longer than a month drift lmao* What with? B l u r r: ... /shrugs a little and tucks datapad away/ Plenty. B l u r r: I've got a lot on my plate at the moment. B l u r r: I've been gathering supplies, raiding ships, following beacons and maps, collecting relics and other things. Exploring new universes. B l u r r: Not to mention, I've had attempted assassinations happen at least twice now. Drift: What?! From who? B l u r r: I don't know. Someone jealous, I assume. B l u r r: / it's Decepticons lmao / Drift: You /don't know/? How can you not know? Are they getting on your ship or attacking you in public? B l u r r: No one gets on my ship. The last mechs who did ended up dead. B l u r r: It's more when we're out exploring. Which means we're consistently having to deal with it. But, it's nothing I can't handle. Drift: Maybe it's law enforcement? B l u r r: ... Sure. Maybe. Drift: ... What do you know that you're not telling me? B l u r r: I'm just saying  they might be. Drift: Blurr... B l u r r: Anyway, that's not /all/ that I've been up to. Bouncing back and forth from Earth and helping Roadbuster out. B l u r r: /that/ planet is a mess Tarantulas: *don't let tarantulas hear about the assassination attempts or he'll start fussing too. he's coming in now, a lovecraftian mess with his spider limbs dressed as tentacles and his main optic painted* B l u r r: / oh yes perfect!! Three monsters together! / Tarantulas: Which planet, hm? B l u r r: Earth, of course. I was just catching Drift up. Drift: *... he'll get back to the assassination attempt later* B l u r r: / he will try to distract drift from this / Tarantulas: Ah, I see. What IS happening there, anyhow? *he's crossing the room to place a large covered tray over with the snacks* B l u r r: / claps claws / Look at us! We look fantastic! A bunch of monsters! / 8) / B l u r r: Nothing much. Cybertron in the atmoshere, the moon is gone- you know. Chaos. Drift: *... if he didn't know what's happening here, how did he know to show up in costume......... amazing* B l u r r: It keeps the Wreckers busy. Drift: *oh wait. he said THERE. drift heard HERE. he was. so confused. for a second there... he clearly needs fuel. he's gonna go to the snack table.* Tarantulas: Where did the moon go? B l u r r: Oh, that thing got destroyed. Cybertron just... /mimics something exploding / B l u r r: Mowed it down. Tarantulas: Forgive me, the Earth in most of the universes I frequent is in much less turmoil than yours, hyeh. But - goodness. B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. Well, it's a pretty disgusting planet, but Roadbuster is there, so. B l u r r: Besides, the moron got his face dented the other day. Drift: ... Doesn't Earth need its moon? Drift: I mean. I realize that's a little less important than Cybertron being in the atmosphere, but. B l u r r: /shrugs at Drift/ I don't know. I guess so. Cybertron is the moon now. Tarantulas: You can't just replace one orbiting object with another, pfft. Tarantulas: What dented his face, might I ask? B l u r r: ... ah. I suppose it can just pretend to be the moon then B l u r r: I don't know. He went on some stupid mission without me. /rolls optic/ B l u r r: Came back with no visor and a bloody faceplate. Drift: Don't they have to be the same size to be a good replacement? B l u r r: ... I don't know. Tarantulas: Sometimes you simply don't question the way the universe works, Drift. Hyeheh. Though I can't believe I of all mecha am saying that. B l u r r: Always question the universe, Drift. It's the best way to learn. Drift: I mean—usually I'm willing to accept the universe in its infinite wonder without questioning what's behind it. But I'm kinda worried about Earth. B l u r r: Well, the mechs aremoving back to Cybertron. If that helps? Tarantulas: There are more Earths around. *waves a tentacle arm dismissively* B l u r r: I mean, we have two orbiting my Cybertron. Tarantulas: You - what? B l u r r: We have two earths in orbit. Drift: ... Wh... How...? Tarantulas: Now THIS, I simply HAVE to research. B l u r r: Well, one is ours. The other is from a tear in the universe made by the Terminus blade. Magnus dragged it in and fled the universe. B l u r r: So, we have some foreign planet and our own. Tarantulas: Is the foreign one habitable? B l u r r: Honestly, I have no idea. When I went back recently, I only  stopped on Cybertron. B l u r r: Things are definitely different. Tarantulas: Pffthyeh, I'd imagine so. B l u r r: Speaking of Cybertron... I ran into someone. Drift: Who? B l u r r: You're not gonna believe it. B l u r r: He was just standing in the doorway! In all that glorious armor and burning chaos. An image of perfection a tier lower than one I've known before. B l u r r: /Siiiigh/ Drift: ... Okay so it's Optimus. B l u r r: Not just  /any/ Optimus, Drift! B l u r r: One like /mine/ . B l u r r: /splays claws across mask/ B l u r r: / and face / B l u r r: I didn't expect him, but he was there. Drift: On YOUR Cybertron? What was he doing there? B l u r r: Caan you believe it? He wanted to conquer it! B l u r r: Said that we were all HIS Autobots now, but there aren't many true Autobots left. B l u r r: Ohhh, but he knew my name. /rattles armor / Tarantulas: And what did you say to that, hm? B l u r r: Pit, I didn't know WHAT to say. B l u r r: / glances at Velocity and frowns/ ... But, Velocity is right. I worked hard to get where I am. B l u r r: / wow a compliment from the assshat / Drift: VELOCITY is right? Velocity is NEVER right. Drift: ... I mean, you did work hard to get where you are. But why's Velocity pointing it out? What's he up to? B l u r r: ... nothing. B l u r r: Oh, that's the other thing. Tarantulas: *squints* B l u r r: /smirks/ Velocity and I worked things out. Drift: ... Really? Drift: Did he apologize? For, like, everything? B l u r r: ... Not really. Sort of. B l u r r: / frowns/ The thing is, he was mean to me because I let him. He said he tore me down because it was easy. I didn't put up a fight. Ravage: *Soundwave and the Shrimp Sea are here. They're heading to their couch - all save Ravage, who is dragging in a neatly severed arm. Don't worry, it's not dripping everywhere.* B l u r r: / waves! / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage rumbles a greeting through his mouthful of arm and drops it at Blurr's feet. There you go. One leftover, er... requisitioned... from the local hospital.* B l u r r: / smirks/ For me? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod.* Bevel: *Bevel arrives shortly after Soundwave and the band* B l u r r: / waves again / B l u r r: / reaches out to maybe pat Ravage / Thanks. Drift: The fact that it's easy is no excuse! Drift: The people who can't fight back are the people who least deserve to be attacked. B l u r r: He knows that /now/ . In a round about way. he's given me a bit more support. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble allows the pat and scrunches his optics shut. Two birthday gifts for Blurr, then.* B l u r r: Own up to being the monster I am and start proving these slagging mechs wrong. B l u r r: / YESSSS kitty pets. Scritches behind an audial. / B l u r r: [[ yall ready ?? ]] Drift: ((ye!)) Drift: ... He still owes you an apology. Drift: A lot of apologies. B l u r r: He said he was sorry for calling me a monster for the wrong reason. Drift: ... It's a start. Fireball: ((ready here B l u r r: Mm... A start. B l u r r: We still bicker, but it's better. Bevel: ((cro and i are ready Bevel: Blurr! B l u r r: Yes? Bevel: Same birthday! Happy Birthday! :D Drift: *he is getting A PILE of candy and taking a seat* B l u r r: Oh? Thanks! You, too. B l u r r: / settles in seat and has his own snacks / I picked it mostly for the aesthetic. It suits me. Tarantulas: (( hhh. sorry, i'm about to pass out, i have to go. tarantulas left his gift on the snack table, it's a bunch of literal Lilliputronian limbs candied in different flavors B l u r r: [[ omg im so excited. ]] B l u r r: [[ but get some rest. *snug* ]] Drift: *... but not before stopping in front of Velocity's seat.* You really do owe Blurr an apology. Bevel: *grins and sits back, pleased* Drift: *okay. now he'll take his seat.* B l u r r: / snort/ He says that he will. Maybe. B l u r r: /settles next to drift and chews snacks./ This is great. Drift: (("weird tunnel sounds" is the only sound effect that's been worth displaying so far)) Drift: ((i was wrong, "weird tunnel sounds crescendo" tops it)) Bevel: ((love captions Fireball: ((they're hilarious Fireball: ((like that one B l u r r: yes ]] B l u r r: I love when humans are in these kind of stories. /rubs claws together/ Drift: Stories where they're scared to go outside? B l u r r: No. K-Kyeheheh, though it's funny the way you put it. Drift: What kind of stories? B l u r r: The kind that pit them against each other. For survival. Fireball: ((that guy isn't gonna stop yelling Drift: ... If whatever "it" is comes at night, why do they keep going out at night? Fireball: ((probably until something kills him B l u r r: I don't know, I think he's dreaming that? Drift: Yeah. Okay. But the first time. B l u r r: I dunno. B l u r r: Seems like a liar to me. Bevel: *worries this is gonna end badly the way some of the other movies have at this point* B l u r r: Mmm... I don't know if I could just DO that. Drift: Just do what? B l u r r: Help someone like that. B l u r r: In a situation like that. Fireball: ((whelp Fireball: ((kinda glad Ace isn't here for this ItsyBitsySpyers: ((the captioning in this is driving me nuts. you don't write "sound of an approaching vehicle" or "sound of a body being dragged". we KNOW it's a sound. it's in the sound brackets.-- Drift: ((same)) ItsyBitsySpyers: and we can SEE he's dragging the body. you gotta tell us the sound itself. are the leaves crunching? is the body squelching? is there squeaking on the grass or dirt scraping softly?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((okay i just had to yell at whoever did those i'm good now)) B l u r r: ... Ugh. B l u r r: This is why humans never survive. B l u r r: Not that they deserve to. B l u r r: [[ vdid it drop? ]] Drift: ((the video is freezing a little)) Drift: ((it's fine rn)) B l u r r: [[ okay Lemme know if it gets bad. It's windy and a 3 hour storm is coming ]] Drift: ((rude. put a bookmark in first.)) Drift: (("""passionate sighing""")) Drift: ... That doesn't sound suspicious at all. B l u r r: ... Huh. B l u r r: Oberyn never barks at anything like that. B l u r r: He just sort of takes off. Drift: ((noooooo it's black)) B l u r r: [[ Sigh. ]] B l u r r: [[ it's raining. Comcast is panicking. ]] B l u r r: [[ you guys tell me when you see the pause screen ]] Drift: ((there it go)) Fireball: ((pause screen is there B l u r r: [[ everyone good? ]] Drift: ((yep)) Bevel: ((yeah B l u r r: humans are so slow. I'd be on Oberyn so fast. B l u r r: [[ lmao me in the woods ]] B l u r r: [[ I can't tell if this movie is supposed to make the characters so stiff or if that's just the acting ]] Drift: ((it's freezing again)) Drift: ((aaand black)) B l u r r: [[ fuccking A. ] B l u r r: [[ I was trying to beat the storm but it came faster. ]] Drift: ((it's coming in and out now)) B l u r r: [[ lemme know when the screen is on pause. Again. *sigh* ]] Fireball: ((the storm decided it wanted a show too Drift: ((there's the pause screen)) B l u r r: [[ well, no B( [[ B l u r r: [[ ill be right back really quick ]] B l u r r: [[ okay im back. ]] B l u r r: ... Isn't that door usually locked up? Fireball: ((noooo, the doggie Drift: ... how did the dog get in? B l u r r: The door was open. Drift: Why was the door open? It's supposed to be locked, right? Drift: Dogs can't open doors. B l u r r: That's what I said. I don't know. Drift: Huh. Drift: ... Maybe lighting a fire in the middle of the night is a bad idea. B l u r r: Yeah. Maybe. Fireball: ((oh no Bevel: ((Cro and I are both wiped, assume our characters leave at the appropriate time. Night everybody Drift: ((gnight)) Fireball: ((and I am out as well. thanks for the movie and g'night! Drift: ... I still wanna know what "it" is that comes at night. Like, this is a disease movie, isn't it? Diseases don't... come places. Is there something else? B l u r r: ... hmnh. B l u r r: Maybe it's just. His nightmares ? They're always at night. Drift: Then wouldn't it be "they" come at night? B l u r r: I don't know. B l u r r: /scratches helm with claws / Drift: *... takes blurr's hand* B l u r r: / flickers optic/ B l u r r: / wiggles digits/ B l u r r: How interesting humans are... Drift: ... I thought she was gonna shoot him. B l u r r: Same. B l u r r: Why doesn't she just shoot him? Drift: ... Probably because it would have contaminated the house. B l u r r: Well... she shouldn't have a kid in the first place. B l u r r: So. B l u r r: He was also sick. Drift: No, I mean—if she'd shot him inside the house, it would've got his blood everywhere. And then they'd be sick too. B l u r r: Ah, I see. B l u r r: Well they're outside now. Why did it take so long for her to shoot him? Drift: I don't know. Maybe they were trying to think of a way to let them go safely. B l u r r: Well, that's their first mistake B l u r r: Actually their first mistake was taking them in in the first place. B l u r r: Though, I suppose my view on it is a bit skewed. I've never been in that situation. Drift: ... Is he sick? B l u r r: If he's sick, they're all sick. B l u r r: ... That's it? That's the end? Drift: ... I wanna know how those doors got open. There's only one set of keys. B l u r r: That's so unsatisfying... /sulk/ Drift: They never explained that. B l u r r: They said the kid sleep walked but... he's short. B l u r r: How would he reach the locks? Drift: Sure, but he doesn't have the keys. B l u r r: Oh... true. Drift: The—leader human. He and his wife had the keys at all times. B l u r r: So... wait. That's true. B l u r r: If the other son didn't open the door, then who did. B l u r r: Maybe he did. The older kid Drift: He doesn't have access to the keys, either. B l u r r: Their son? B l u r r: Wouldn't he? Or... huh... B l u r r: /scratches helm with other claws / That's a plot hole. Drift: Yeah. B l u r r: I guess it doesn't matter to them, since they're all sick. B l u r r: But, it would be nice to know in general. B l u r r: Seeing as they wouldn't be sick if the door wasn't open. Drift: Yeah. The entire movie hinged on something happening that should've been physically impossible. B l u r r: [[ seriously. No where I google does it tell me what happened with the door. No definite answer. B( ]] B l u r r: Huh... disappointing. B l u r r: Ah, well. Overall, it was very tense. Drift: Yeah. Drift: ... Wasn't really worth the tension, though. If they're just gonna screw over the characters without explanation. B l u r r: / shrugs and stretches/ True... B l u r r: I would have liked some more thorough plot devices. B l u r r: Still, being confined in a space like that... eugh. B l u r r: Ah well... / shifts/ Not a bad birthday movie. Drift: Yeah... Drift: *something about the situation reminds him a little too much of Crystal City* B l u r r: Thanks for coming by. / pat pat shoulder / B l u r r: I know we've missed you. Well, Dodge and I have. Velocity will get there. Drift: Yeah--sorry. I've been... helping the Lost Light shut down. Drift: But I'm not gonna miss my best friend's birthday. B l u r r: Mm. /smirks/ B l u r r: I know you've been busy. Sadly, so have we. B l u r r: I've said it before, but if you ever want a break from whatever you're doing these days, You can call me. Drift: Thanks. Might take you up on that soon. B l u r r: Just call. We can pick you up or you can bridge over. B l u r r: No one's tried to kill me this week, so we're in the clear. Drift: Might be more fun to come when someone IS trying to kill you. B l u r r: /snort/ Maybe. Drift: I haven't got to kill anything in a while. B l u r r: They're all bad at it. B l u r r: Well, if you ever have the itch. Someone's always trying to kill me. Drift: Good to know. B l u r r: /vents/ And, well. It would be nice to see you around more. B l u r r: Between Earth, bounty hunters and Decepticons, I could use a break. B l u r r: I feel like you could, too. Drift: ... Yeah. Maybe I could. B l u r r: /smirks and pushes his helm a little / B l u r r: Maybe? Come on. Drift: *stands* I should head back to the Lost Light. B l u r r: Yeah... /stretches/ I should get back to work B l u r r: we're charting a course. Plus I have to check on my leet. Drift: And I've gotta... Drift: ... I've got stuff to organize. B l u r r: /loops an arm around and hugs/ Drift: *hugs back tightly* B l u r r: Remember I exist, huh? B l u r r: I can help you. Drift: Yeah. Yeah, I know. Thanks. Drift: I'll see you later. B l u r r: Sure. Yeah. B l u r r: I'll see you. And thanks again... can't wait to read it Drift: Lemme know what you think. Drift: *right. better actually leave. heads for the door, waving with his scar hand*

[rurounidrift]

Sept 6 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Guardians of the Galaxy 2

Drift wasn’t actually here lol whoops.

It was better than the first one.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Wing: ((this music video is friggin weird)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave trudges in with just the twins. I'd call it a quiet night, but Frenzy is there.* H i r o: [ Hold up, here he comes. Flying in and skidding in one his heels] H i r o: *on H i r o: [ Suited up! Mini Tauburn has arrived ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod. This human is tolerable enough* H i r o: [ waves gloves hands at ] Hey ! Sunny: /just gonna wheel his way in here to look around/ H i r o: (( ikay people ready? )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ye)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave watches Sunny, but does not move. Not going to antagonize. Much.* H i r o: Whoa... [leans over from his spot on the couch to eye sunny ] .. You got wheels on your feet! That's sick! Sunny: Yeah? Other bots got 'em too. I wear them best though /smirks/ H i r o: Huh. Well, I bet it makes fighting much easier. Sunny: Oh yeah, I'm a lot faster than others H i r o: Cool... [settles and looks back at the screen ] Sunny: Hm, haven't seen this one yet... H i r o: It's new! Just got it ! H i r o: Well, I mean... got a copy. Totally legal. H i r o: [ snort ] Sunny: ((I love her little "HI!" and smile, that's too cute)) H i r o: (( shes so cute )) H i r o: He's always getting into some kinda mess. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Vile.]] H i r o: That looks gross, but kinda cool. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Could it not ooze something -useful-? Acid?]] H i r o: I dunno. H i r o: ... Cool. It's like an arcade. Sunny: This is like the training programs... Even the crowd, heh H i r o: You guys trained with VRs? Sunny: Sort of yeah H i r o: That sounds cool... H i r o: ( My poor Rocket 8( ) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...That would be a helpful ability.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks at Frenzy* H i r o: Whoa! ItsyBitsySpyers: //I want one.// H i r o: Want one what? H i r o: One of those anti gravity pulsers? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah// H i r o: Oh, that's easy to make. H i r o: I could mke you one. Or steal it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Maybe don't steal it. I don't wanna deal with this bunch.// H i r o: Well, I can't say I've met /Rocket/, per say... H i r o: but Cookie Lord would give it to me if I needed it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //I ain't scared of 'em, mind.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //They're jus'. Irritatin'.// H i r o: Well, if you really want one. H i r o: I can get it for you ItsyBitsySpyers: //Whatcha want for somethin' like that?// H i r o: Well... I dunno. Whatcha got? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Lotsa scrap. Weapons, weird junk...// H i r o: Well, I could use a few more weaons, I guess. H i r o: *weapons ItsyBitsySpyers: //I'll see what I could scrounge.// H i r o: ... Cool. H i r o: (( lmao Kraglin is a gift )) H i r o: Geez, parents look annoying. ItsyBitsySpyers: //No slag. Glad I ain't got any.// H i r o: I mean, I had my Aunt, but she wasn't this bad. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Uh.// H i r o: ... Wow. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THEY AIN'T WOKE UP?\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHAT KINDA WARRIORS SLEEP?\\ H i r o: No idea. Sunny: This little stick is weird... H i r o: He's not so bad. Sunny: Oh, I like this weapon... Sunny: I want something like that ItsyBitsySpyers: //This fin looks way cooler.// ItsyBitsySpyers: \\...AIN'T THIS WHIRL'S SONG.\\ H i r o: A whistling weapon? H i r o: I bet it's not hard to make. Sunny: Yeah, looks like it'd be good to have H i r o: Looks like a neurocranial unit. H i r o: Probably not hard to make. H i r o: Though not sure about the arrow. Sunny: Glad me and Sides aren't like this... H i r o: who's that? Sunny: My brother. We fight sometimes, but not like those two H i r o: Oh... [hums] Yeah. H i r o: Well, brothers fight. H i r o: I used to fight with my brother all the time. Sunny: Oh, you got one too? H i r o: I had one, yeah. H i r o: Older brother. We fought all the time, but never that badly either. Sunny: Sorry to hear... H i r o: ... It's been a while since he's been gone. I never got over it, but. I guess I'm working through it. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((now kiss)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yondu and rocket i mean)) H i r o: (( ffbkdsf )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i am loving this so much more than the first)) H i r o: ( it has more in it )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's also not frenetic as hell)) H i r o: yeah )) Sunny: /shrugs/ That's all you gotta do. I mean, I thought I lost Sides at one point. H i r o: Yeah? H i r o: I'm guessing you didn't. Sunny: No, we found each other again. It was still hard though H i r o: That's good, though Puff: ((i love it when someone talks about a weirdass scifi concept and a character goes "oh yeah that's exactly like this other totally unrelated weirdass scifi concept")) Puff: (("oh yeah forming things out of godly light that's exactly like whistling to make my arrow go")) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((heh)) H i r o: (( fdbjkfds )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((lmfao)) Puff: ((what was it that hit her? H i r o: (( a rock i think )) H i r o: (( god i love nebula )) Sunny: ((the wife that kills me)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((noooooo baby groot crying)) Puff: ((the worst thing)) H i r o: (( priorities )) H i r o: (( I am peter i stg )) Puff: ((wow, make him watch two dads die like 30 seconds apart.)) H i r o: ( only one matters ) Puff: ((but still)) H i r o: (( fuccking peter )) H i r o: (( true,puff. True )) H i r o: (( Kraglin is such a sweet heart im dying )) Wing: ((I'm gon die)) H i r o: (( OMG MY BABE )) H i r o: ( he here )) H i r o: (( THE BABBBEEEE )) H i r o: (( KRUGAR IS SO CUTE IM DeAD )) H i r o: (( ANYWAY I need to be up in 5 hours so. )) H i r o: (( i hope u all enjoyed. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((very much did, thank you!! get some sleeps <3 ))

[rurounidrift]

Aug 29 Blurr’s Horror Stream - The Twilight Zone

Drift felt brilliant because he totally guessed the twist in one of the episodes and Soundwave complimented him on it. He completely failed to guess any of the other twists.

Blurr had a kidnapped child on the ship. Drift hates it in principle.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. Dither: [ follows along with arms held up, grabbing ] Dither: Lemme help! B l u r r: ... /hisses/ Knock it off, Cretin. Dither: But! Dither: I want to help! ; ^; B l u r r: For pit sake, just get out of my way. B l u r r: [[ oh okay itunes just break, that's cool ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave drifts in with his usual bunch in tow, careful to avoid Blurr, the trays, and the - someone.* Dither: [ pouts ] B l u r r: Don't do that, it doesn't work on me. /setting trays down on table./ B l u r r: / waves a free claw at Soundwave and co. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy waves* B l u r r: / grabs a plate and holds it out to Dither / Hold this. Dither: Yessir, Cap'n! [ holds ] B l u r r: / vents and starts stacking treats on it. Very organized / Dither: :0 B l u r r: Now, take it over to the couch and sit there, cretin. B l u r r: And don't drop a single one. Dither: Yessir! Dither: [ carries with extreme focus and sits on the couch, and smiles proudly at the new mechs ] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Who is this.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looking at Dither.* Whirl: *slinks in right to his usual spot in the Hammock, bobbing his head at Blurr* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\DEATH FROM BELOW\\ B l u r r: / waves at whirl / ItsyBitsySpyers: *The twins are going to try to tip Whirl out of the hammock from underneath* B l u r r: / motions to Dither/  This is... hnh. Well, it's a cretin, that's for sure. Dither: (he is a wee child) B l u r r: / scratches helm finial/ Some runt I picked up in Tyran. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He didn't ask what it is. He can SEE what it is. He asked WHO it is.]] B l u r r: ... Cretin. Whirl: *very serenely looks around the room, pretending not to notice; you can't overbalance this chopper, my good sirs* Dither: Who are you? :0 B l u r r: / moves to sit on the couch / ItsyBitsySpyers: *They're gonna keep trying for a moment anyway. It'll take a good forty seconds of shoving and grunting from beneath the hammock before they give in and accept defeat.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Soundwave. Which is a proper designation, unlike what Blurr is calling you.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Do you have another?]] B l u r r: Tch, still a name. Whirl: *still pretending not to notice* What's it... KSO? You one of those KSO mecha? Whirl: It wasn't KSO, i think... B l u r r: KSI? No. Whirl: KSI, that's what it was. A113N: Its not Wednesday? What gives, Blurr? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Damn it. This was funnier in their heads.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *They vent and climb into the hammock to settle down.* Dither: Only Cap'n calls me that. My name's Dither! B l u r r: / crosses arms and settles in his seat / Whirl: *It looks like all the amusement is Whirl's tonight;HE thought h was hilarious* Oh. THERE you two are. Was wondering. Whirl: *the cheekiest look* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Dither. He sees. Thank you.]] B l u r r: / reaches over and takes a snack from the plate Dither has / Drift: *walks in, looks at the tiny person that does not look like an adult, and looks at Blurr.* What is that. Dither: [ wiggles ] am I allowed to have some??? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SWEAR YA WEIGH MORE'N ASTROTRAIN.\\ B l u r r: It's a cretin. B l u r r: / glances at Dither / I don't care, eat whatever you want. B l u r r: Or whoever. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Assorted nods in Drift's direction.* Whirl: Well, I AM huge, compared to you lot. But I'm pretty light for a flier. Whirl: *if they need help into the hammock, they will find a willing claw and/or leg* Dither: [ too distracted to notice, as he has just shoved a whole adult sized snack into his tiny kid mouth ] B l u r r: / wiggles claws at Drift all the same / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy scowls and squints* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU SAYIN' SOMETHIN' ABOUT HOW SHORT WE ARE?\\ Drift: *assorted nods back* Drift: Is the cretin a /child./ Whirl: *shrugs* I mean. You're small, and I'm huge. Empirical facts. Of course I'm gonna seem heavy. B l u r r: Pit, I don't know, I just took it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chin scratch.* \\...YEAH, OKAY.\\ Drift: It LOOKS like one. I've seen them before. B l u r r: Then I guess so. Drift: *gonna sit on whichever end of the couch is farthest from it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You TOOK it?]] B l u r r: Yes. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You kidnapped them?]] To Dither. [[He kidnapped you?]] B l u r r: I didn't kidnap him, for pit sake. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Then define 'took'.]] Dither: [mouthful] I help on the ship! B l u r r: I asked him if he wanted to be a pirate, he said yes. B l u r r: He's small. Can fit into places not most of us can. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And his creators?]] B l u r r: / shrugs loudly / Drift: *creators. SHUDDERS.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[His creators do not know where he is?]] Drift: *goes against Primus's natural order, is what it does.* B l u r r: Will you calm down? Whirl: *has turned his attention to this new development* Whirl: I mean. Soundwave kinda has a point, teach. B l u r r: Oh for pit sake, he's old enough to talk. He's old enough to decide what he wants. Whirl: I mena, I don't disagree, but I HAVE learned over the last few years that not every dimension WORKS the same way. Whirl: He's not a protoform, but if someone MADE him, he might still have a family. Drift: Actually, children stay dumb for a long time. Even after they've started talking. Drift: You should definitely absolutely put it back where it came from and not here. Dither: [ still chewing that first snack ] I don't want to go back yet! B l u r r: I'll put him back when I'm done. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[When you're done with WHAT?]] Dither: I'm having fun here! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Glances to Dither. He doubts the youngling's creators are having fun with him here.* B l u r r: / biting into another snack. Hums and looks at Drift / So, how are you? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Is tempted to grab Blurr in his feelers and shake until words fall out or sense tumbles in, whichever's first* B l u r r: / Ur gonna be shakin' for a long time if ur lookin for sense / Whirl: *looks to Dither* DO you have creators? Or did you just kinda... yknow. Exist. Dither: [ holds tray out to the new mech he's just noticed on the couch with him and blurr] You want one??? Drift: Fine. *tense as fuuUCK HOPS AWAY FROM THE SMALL THING* No. Thank you. B l u r r: .. /pushes Dither back in his spot / That's my best friend, Drift. B l u r r: He doesn't like cretins like you, so sit back, hn? B l u r r: / VERYBLUNT / Drift: *gives the small thing the most obviously, blatantly fake smile ever.* Dither: Oh... Drift: *Drift's fake smiles are usually very convincing. this one, he doesn't want to be convincing.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You may sit here if you wish, Dither.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave does not mind Small Things. Obviously.* Whirl: *stares for a moment more and just shrugs, settling in; guyess not* B l u r r: [[ whenever u guys r ready. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble whispers* //Bitlets got like. No attention. Maybe ask again?// ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready)) Whirl: ((i shall be in a moment, rock wants to go out)) B l u r r: [[ okie! ]] Whirl: ((and i will reply to rumble when i am back! but u don't hafta wait)) B l u r r: / pokes Drift's cheek a little with his claw / Dither: [ looks between Blurr and Soundwave ] uh... Dither: Cap'n, can I?? Drift: *SWATS CLAW. ... pokes Blurr's cheek.* B l u r r: / glances at Dither and flickers optic. / ... I suppose. B l u r r: / makes a face at his swat claw. B( / B l u r r: / is literally poked with a B( face / Drift: *pokes again* Dither: [ sets tray down and goes to sit by soundwave ] B l u r r: / BT / Drift: ((ready)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quietly thinking the youngling is more well behaved than the two grown mechs over there.* B l u r r: I wonder if that's how you two blasted a wall in my ship. B l u r r: / yES HE KNOWS NOW / Drift: *the youngling isn't in the room with something he considers existentially, viscerally horrific.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings. Do you enjoy games?]] B l u r r: Which /someone/ has to fix. Drift: ... Wasn't me. You know I don't carry weaponry like that. Dither: Ooh, games? What kind?? B l u r r: Oh, I know it wasn't /you/ Drift: *sweet smile* B l u r r: / leans over to mumble/ What did you say to make him mad? B l u r r: [[ okay if y'all are ready, imma set up ]] Dither: ((also I just went back and noticed whirl said something to dither I'm so sorry I missed that!)) Whirl: ((UR FINE DUDE)) Drift: *mumbles* He was mad because I showed up. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pings Frenzy, who fishes around in his subspace for a tin. He throws it to Soundwave. Soundwave opens it and shakes a pile of oddly shaped objects onto the couch between them* Drift: *like he's gonna tell Blurr they were arguing over him.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A construction game. The goal is to build a stable tower.]] B l u r r: ... Ah. B l u r r: / settles back next to Drift / B l u r r: [[ yay we start! ]] Dither: :0 Dither: [ starts to pick through pieces ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Between the pit of fears and the summit of knowledge? Sounds like a place he'd love to be.* Drift: ... If it's an aircraft in spacce, then wouldn't it just be a spacecraft? Whirl: ((aaand there went the internet)) B l u r r: ... Humans are a bit slow. Whirl: Who's blowing holes in your ship, Teach? B l u r r: ... /shrugs a little / Oh, you know. Just a little bit of in-fighting. Whirl: *and more quietly, to Rumble* Bitlet? I know what a protoform is but... what's a bitlet? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods to himself. Good. That should help keep Dither out of Blurr's hair and stop the insulting for a bit.* B l u r r: / excuse it's not insulting. / B l u r r: /cretin is a perfectly acceptable nickname to him / Whirl: *stares at Blurr for a moment, glances to Drift, and then just lets the matter drop* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Uh, it's jus' another word. Y'know. Bitlet, youngling, kid.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Heard it around sometimes.// Drift: ... Corey's got a point. Whirl: Oh. Gotcha. *if Dither were a wee bean Whirl would probably be desperately battling showing any sign of paternal instinct, but he seems to be pretty in-control. Whirl is thus chill* Dither: [ CAREFULLY starts stacking pieces together, only peaking at the show once in a while ] Drift: ((If they're so hot why are they wearing dark jackets and fricking scarves.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave is watching this with the optic sensors on the feeler ends. Might as well get a look at how the kid thinks.* Whirl: We don't really.. have an in-between stage, as far as I know. You go pretty quick from protoform to being pretty much done. B l u r r: [[ fashion ]] Drift: ... I didn't pay close attention to all the opening narration, did they say that they're still on Earth and don't know it? Drift: Because if they didn't, I'm guessing it now. They crashed back on their own planet. B l u r r: what a pity. Earth is such a useless place. ItsyBitsySpyers: //We don't even got that. Stages. Jus' wake up like we're always gonna be. Gotta learn stuff, but like.// He flaps a hand. //Useta fight our way outta the Well.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ain't somethin' Windchill's grub's gonna do. Y'know?// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Do they not have navigation systems?]] Whirl: Really? Damn. That's... kind of badass. Drift: Only a few of their cars have GPS. Whirl: And nah. I can't see her fighting anything. *snorts through his vents* Apparently the first thing -I- ever did was run around. Took those chuckleheads forever to catch me. Drift: Maybe their ship doesn't. Or maybe it was wrecked in the crash. B l u r r: The ship was pretty destroyed. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. Used to die a lot too. Heh. Don't remember mine too good, but Boss knows his.// Rumble grins. //What'd they do, net ya?// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Hm. This IS an older show. He supposes their technology would not have survived a crash then.]] Whirl: I don't remember it, but apparently they corralled me. Wasn't  QUITE as good a jumper as I am now. Drift: Calling it now, Pierson is dead. Whirl: You said you don't remember yours...? Dither: [ small frustrated growling when tower topples over, but quickly grabs up the pieces to try again ] Drift: Kill Corey and keep his water. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You're calling things well, Drift.]] He twists to touch one of the spikier pieces with a skinny fingertip. [[Try using this one.]] B l u r r: Honestly. Drift: *BEAMS* Whirl: Pfft. Looks like Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...What is THAT reaction for?* Drift: *he feels Smart and he got Praised* B l u r r: / shoves a sticker on drift's face/ Drift: !! Drift: *takes the sticker off to see what it is* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. Kinda - lost some memories, couple million years back.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Being dead'll do that to you.* Dither: [ takes piece ][ mubbles distractedly ] thank you B l u r r: / it is a giant, custom made 100% sticker / B l u r r: / it's purple and black / Drift: *oooh. what's it shaped like?* ItsyBitsySpyers: //No big deal. I'm alive, ain't I? 'S good enough for me.// \\ME TOO.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *They kick back.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //So what's it like, bein' a protoform?// B l u r r: / it's a 100% on top of a splatter effect. And some knives. Very pirate / Whirl: *nods, simply* That's all any of us can hope for right? Count me in for the "good enough" club. Whirl: And, I don't remember at all. I only know because of what other folks've told me. ItsyBitsySpyers: //That how it is for everybody?// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Not rememberin'?// Whirl: Dunno. I've never really talked about it with anyone else... *tilts his head contemplatively* Though I guess if someone's constructed cold, they'll remember their first moment. Dither: [ jumps at gunshot, and whole thing falls again ] Dither: D: Drift: *drift, who is totally cold constructed, keeps his mouth shut* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is all right. Here. He will help you put it back where it was.]] B l u r r: You all have weird stories about being made. Whirl: EVERYONE does. Whirl: If that's one thing I've learned about the multiverse, it's that everyone has a weird creation story. B l u r r: ... /shrugs/ If you're "created" , sure. Whirl: I mean--I wasn't. Whirl: I just kinda. ...*makes a blooming gesture with his claws* Whirl: Out the ground. B l u r r: Pit, we're just recycled. Everything we have is made from someone else. B l u r r: There's nothing special about it. Whirl: So YOU were created. Dither: [ thankful sniffling ] thank you, soundwave... B l u r r: Not out of anything new. I don't consider it creation if it's old. B l u r r: I mean, in our verse anyway. B l u r r: We're not called created. Whirl: *shrugs* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod. What is a good memory and habitual recording for, young one?* Drift: Why not? Everything is old. Whirl: Well someone MADE you so I'd say you were. B l u r r: There is no someone... / making a face / Drift: Our bodies are made from sentio metallico but the elements in them are as old as the universe. Whirl: Pfft. Drift: HA! Whirl: And, so... nobody put you together? You just CAME together? On your own? B l u r r: / shrugs a little /  Terminus. But Terminus isn't a someone. B l u r r: Terminus just... is. Drift: *POINTS AT THE SCREEN. he called it.* Whirl: Okay. Well. It still made you. Whirl: I guess it made you about as much as Vector Sigma made me. B l u r r: [[ oh lemme move to next ep ]] Whirl: But, eh--*waves a claw* Doesn't  matter, I guess. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Thin fingers pick pieces out of the pile like tweezers and move them into place one at a time. It won't take too long before they have it where it was before the gunshot.* B l u r r: [[ my FAVORITE ONE ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Then he'll leave it to Dither again.* B l u r r: I don't know, but all I know is we don't have a "first stage" B l u r r: We come out with a programmed purpose and we follow it. Whirl: *talking about these creation methods has given him cause for Round Two* Hey. Bitlet. Dither. You got creators? B l u r r: I was programmed to teach. Ratchet was programmed to be a medic. Drift: You don't know what happens inside Terminus, right? Whirl: Pfft. Sounds like a Fuintionist's dream. Dither: A memeory...? [ thinks for a moment ] Drift: So how do you know there's not a "first stage" inside Terminus? Whirl: *shakes his head bitterly* B l u r r: Oh, sure. Terminus is full of a l-l-llll /makes a face and twitches. shakes helm / ... Hn? Drift: ... Hm? B l u r r: ... What were you saying? B l u r r: Oh, right. First stage. Well, as far as we know, there isn't one. Nothing like kids or anything. Whirl: *he saw that, but he assumes it's Blurr's dumb upgrades acting up again* B l u r r: Like I said, we come out with a set program and code. Drift: As far as you know. B l u r r: I wanted to teach. I knew I wanted to teach. Dodge was meant to create and build. Drift: Like I said, you might not know, since you don't remember what's inside Terminus. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Some bored guy with a toolbox, probably.// B l u r r: You can stray a little bit, but you'll always want what you're programmed to want. Whirl: And look at you now. A pirate! Whirl: You beat the system, Blurr. B l u r r: / waves claw / Yes, all it takes is a good shot to the processor, I'm sure. B l u r r: The truth is, the desire to teach never went away. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SO YOU DON'T GOT NO - UH. FREE WILLPOWER?\\ B l u r r: I /still/ crave teaching. I want to. I take every opportunity to. B l u r r: Oh, we have free will. Its just that the program doesn't go away. B l u r r: Under the Decepticons, however, we wouldn't have free will. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SO TEAR IT OUT.\\ Whirl: *tilts his head* Sounds miserable, mech. B l u r r: You see, the Decepticons liked the fact that we had set codes and cores. B l u r r: They didn't want our culture to advance. We did. This, a rift. B l u r r: *thus Whirl: Sounds like our Functionists. Dither: [ thought of a memory as he attempts to put the remaining pieces of the tower together ] momma counting my teeth ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods to Whirl. Seems the young one has creators, yes.* Whirl: Well, where are they? B l u r r: I never really got a good look at your Functionalists. B l u r r: But, I don't think I like 'em B l u r r: god i love this episode ]] Whirl: Nah. Only good Functionist is a dead one. Dither: Momma's still on Earth Whirl: The only people who didn't hate 'em were the people who got off easy cos of it. B l u r r: Sounds like the Quintessons. Whirl: So, wait--this creator of yours--you think they'll want you back? B l u r r: Them and the Decepticons... big problems. ItsyBitsySpyers: //You got weird Decepticons.// B l u r r: That we do Whirl: Speaking of which--what's the story on the ones who were gunning for you? B l u r r: Met Starscream once. B l u r r: That's about it. Whirl: So is he... still sending a combiner after you or...? B l u r r: Not sure. Grimlock is comming me now. B l u r r: / makes a face / Whirl: *snorts through his vents* Well, he's a 'Bot, right? ...or is it a different Grimlock? B l u r r: ... Grimlock and I don't really meet optic to optics. Dither: [ huffs ] Of course Momma wants me back! Dither: He tried to make me stay but I wanted to be with Cap'n for a bit Whirl: Well. Glad you settled the combiner probem, then. *looks briefly to Dither, and then back to Blurr, deadpan* Looks like you might have a new one. B l u r r: Hnnh? What problem is that? Whirl: You stole that kid. Dither: He's gonna teach me to be a pirate! B l u r r: I didn't /steal/ him. Drift: ... Have any of them actually tried to leave the street? B l u r r: That kid stopped them from leaving. B l u r r: When that guy tried to leave. Drift: Like... they have feet. Can't they just... walk? Whirl: I think taking it from its parent is stealing. Whirl: I'm ot an EXPERT on this sort of thing but I know one person who has a grub, who's KIND OF like a kid... B l u r r: You would think they could walk. B l u r r: I didn't /take. him B l u r r: I mean, I did, but I asked him. Whirl: The creator? Dither: [ fits last piece together and grins ][ pokes soundwave ] DONE! B l u r r: I asked the kid. Whirl: But not the creator. B l u r r: He can decide for himself. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances down, tilts his helm - and plays a tiny fanfare.* Whirl: Then he's an adult? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Well done. Very fast.]] Dither: [ grins proudly ] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You may keep it and build other things if you wish.]] B l u r r: He can decide for himself. Whirl: Right. Pfft. Something tells me you know EXACTLY what you did, Blurr. Dither: [ tiny gasp ] I can?? Whirl: Well, I can't go to Earth or anything, but if someone's angry creator comes calling, I'm not gonna lie to them. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod.* B l u r r: Then don't lie to them. I don't care. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...And a thank-you ping to Whirl. At least SOMEONE else in this room has sense.* B l u r r: K-Kyeheheh, they killed one of their own. Whirl: *shrugs; Blurr's either deliberately being obtuse, or being stupid* Dither: [ holds up tower and turns to Blurr ] Cap'n! Look what I got! Whirl: *he'll look to Soundwave briefly, his expression still deadpan* B l u r r: / flickers optic / Yes, good job, Cretin. Whirl: Hey, Dither. Little fella. What's your creator's name, anyway? B l u r r: Wow... what an interesting town. B l u r r: [[ im dead *** rn i need to brb i smell fire ]] Whirl: ((BE CAREFUL DUDE)) Drift: ((be safe)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((BE SAFE)) Dither: (I hope it isn't anything serious, be safe! ♥) Whirl: ((an excellent episode)) Dither: Momma's my creator Whirl: So their name... is Momma? B l u r r: [[ okay. My neighbor is burning cardboard on their bbq ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What do other mechs call them?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*throws water on your neighbor*)) B l u r r: [[ what the FUUCK is wrong with YOU it's WINDY and our grass is DEAD ]]] B l u r r: [[ cardboard FLOATS AWAY ]] Whirl: ((Y'ALL HAVE A WILDFIRE PROBLEM)) Dither: (omg I hope you yelled at them) Whirl: ((THAT;'S A BAD IDEA)) B l u r r: [[ i am so sorry i took off. Lemme. Fix this ]] B l u r r: [[ it's just. When I smell fire, I move ]] Dither: [ scrunches face ] I'm not allowed to say what other people call him ItsyBitsySpyers: ((don't apologize for that!!!!)) Drift: ((that's a GOOD habit to have in a state that's always on fire)) Whirl: ((AGREED)) B l u r r: [[ i won't lie, that scared me ]] B l u r r: [[ i was like 'If something is on fire, what do I even take with me' ]] B l u r r: / leans on Drift / Whirl: Pfff. Well. If their creator was stupid enough to make up THAT rule, guess they can't complain when nobody brings their kid back. Drift: *leans back against* Dither: [ puffs tiny chassis ] He's smarter than you! Whirl: Obviously not. I wouldn't let some *cheeky look* Scruffy-looking pirate run off with my kid. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ponders.* [[What does your "Momma" look like?]] Dither: He didn't let me! I left on my own! B l u r r: / gets comfy next to Drift and hums / B l u r r: This show is interesting... I like it. Drift: It's... dark. B l u r r: Yes, but in a more realistic way. Drift: *that's why he doesn't like it.* B l u r r: / vents and settles/  I picked a good episode, though. Whirl: Couldn't have been too clever to be outsmarted by a kid. B l u r r: It's my favorite one, you see. Well, one of them. Whirl: *whirl stop antagonizing the child pls* B l u r r: You might like it, but I don't know. Dither: He's blue... but like, blue like... dark. Dither: [ throws piece of tower at whirl's big meanie head ] Whirl: *his long neck zoops down like a freakish accordion and it goes sailing on by* Whirl: *his optic curves into a gleeful arc* Dither: D:< Whirl: *slooowly he stretches it back up* Dither: [ makes a face at ] B l u r r: wait... he went to the future? Drift: Yeah. Whirl: Careful. Your face'll get stuck that way. B l u r r: ... Ah. All right. And he's having a moment or what? B l u r r: I missed it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Panic. It ain't easy wakin' up way after you was last suppose'ta be alive./ Drift: Take his gun while he's drinking. B l u r r: right? Drift: He's got his drink in his gun hand. Whirl: *glances down to Rumble briefly; that's a very telling statement. But he doesn't pry* Whirl: What a friendly bartender. B l u r r: [[ lol it's springer ]] Drift: This is your fault, man. You killed the guy who could've explained all this stuff for you. Whirl: ((omg)) Dither: [ grumbles down at his now incomplete tower ] Drift: Don't give him a demonstration! Drift: He just killed the juke box! Whirl: I need someone who'll just hand bottles over. Drift: He's gonna kill the screen too. B l u r r: He's killing them all. Drift: *shakes his head.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble carefully avoids the glance. He meant to say 'awake'.* Dither: (it looked like he was reacting to your desktop notification lol) Drift: Why would you offer to give a television demonstration to a guy who just killed a jukebox. B l u r r: Pit, no. B l u r r: No one knows. Whirl: Heh. Let's see who'll win. Old-fashioned criminal or newer one? Drift: They're only eighty years apart. Whirl: Lifetime, to a human. Drift: I figure they're evenly matched as long as they're not in a place where there are a bunch of lights and music. Dither: Did he die? :0 ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Heard y'say bottles.// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Possibly.]] Whirl: *blinks and looks back over* @R: Yep. Why? Need a drink? Drift: ... Wwwell. At least he wasn't innocent. B l u r r: he was guilty. B l u r r: in his own way. Drift: Yeah. Drift: Not of the crime he hung for, but probably of one worth hanging for. I mean, maybe. I don't know what humans hang people for. Drift: They tend to execute each other for committing only one murder, though. Dither: [ holds tower close in his lap and actually WATCHES the show now ] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Nah. Jus'--// His mouth screws up and pulls to one side. How do you say things like this? B l u r r: Humans are odd Dither: [ now watches behind toy with wide optics bc scary gunshot noises ] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Y'talk lots more 'bout drinks 'n scrap lately. 'S all, I guess.// Drift: ((ohhh, i know this one)) Drift: ((this is the one that fcked me up)) B l u r r: [[ it messed me up too ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES)) B l u r r: [[ i picked this one for neddles. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave offers the flat of one arm to hide behind if Dither is frightened.* Whirl: *blinks slowly; he senses an angle here, but he isn't quite sure what it is just yet* @R: Well. Yeah. Not much else to do with my time right about now I... guess...? Whirl: *he shifts a bit and he zops his head down, peering* @R: Something's bothering you. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //I ain't like the Boss, but I ain't dumb neither. I been around Astrotrain long enough.// He folds his hands on his stomach and looks at the screen. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Somethin's botherin' YOU.// B l u r r: Who would waant a place like that? B l u r r: It's too... pompous. Whirl: *continues starng for a moment, baffled* @R: Well. I've never been around Astrotrain at ALL so I have no idea what THAT is supposed to mean. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A chorus of "Ratbat" from the minis and Soundwave.* B l u r r: It's obnoxious... Drift: ... So what's he getting all this stuff for? Is he going to be asked to pull off a dangerous job? Drift: They haven't said what they want in return yet. Whirl: *pauses and considers this for a moment*@R: A lot of things are bothering me. At any given time, you can assume something is bothering me, so you're pretty right. Dither: [ holds soundwave's arm and curls close ] B l u r r: There must be some catch. Dither: [ jumps ] B l u r r: No one gets all of that for free. Drift: ... A hologram? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pat pat the youngling's shoulder with free hand.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Really? Huh.// That's an actual surprise. Lots of people know Astrotrain. Must be the party thing. //Means you're swimmin' in bottles cuz don't nothin' else feel okay.// B l u r r: Maybe he's a ghost ? Drift: ... They're BOTH ghosts. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\EEEEEEY. THIS'S THAT HUMAN ALLSPARK THING.\\ B l u r r: Huh. Drift: ... So is she another human ghost or is she, like, an illusion? B l u r r: [[ i love how these dresses look in black and white ]] Dither: oooh... B l u r r: I think she's just an illusion? Drift: Because if he's in an afterlife where he gets anything he wants, then she'd have to be fake, or else she'd have to be another human that wished for someone like HIM. Drift: And IIIIII don't think he'd be the kind of human that other humans would wish for. Drift: So yeah. Everyone but him and his guardian angel are fake. Whirl: @R: A fair assessment. *his optic half-shutters, deadpan; he's not even going to try to deny it* Might as well get while I've got access to a bar. B l u r r: Mm... true. B l u r r: Maybe it's all an illusion. Drift: ... That's kinda messed up. B l u r r: ... I don't think mine is like that. B l u r r: It's a little less pleasing than that. Drift: I thought you didn't have an afterlife? Whirl: What exactly is he going to even do with the money? Not like he can go anywhere. ...unless this world has its own economy. B l u r r: Oh... I meant my non-reality Drift: He can imagine up places to spend the money. Whirl: Huh. Weird. Why bother with the middleman, then? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[....This is a boring afterlife.]] Drift: ... Maybe he hasn't figured out yet that he doesn't need the middleman? Whirl: Yeah. Kind of a dumb "paradise" if you ask me. Drift: Yeah... Drift: Maybe this is the only way paradise can work. It's gotta be customized. B l u r r: Sounds boring. B l u r r: I'd rather spend time with Velocity. Drift: Like, if you want to be the richest person in the world, you can't share your paradise with somebody else who wants to be the richest person in the world, right? Whirl: *Whirl already knows what sort of place he'd have crafted for himself as a safe spot* Whirl: *...Soundwave does, too* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Say y'fix stuff. What's it take?// Side glance. //Jus' basics.// B l u r r: ... But can't he want to lose? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave does indeed.* B l u r r: Isn't it his world to play with ? B l u r r: Or am I seeing this weird? Drift: What if what he decides what he wants his paradise to be is hanging out with the real ghosts of other people. Whirl: @R: "Fix stuff?" Whaddya mean, exactly? Drift: Yeah, think you're right. he COULD just wish this to be a world where he loses sometimes, right? B l u r r: I mean, if it's his world to play with ? B l u r r: / scratches helm finial . B l u r r: */ ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Y'know. What's - wrong, I guess? Specifics, like.// B l u r r: Can't he say, "I want to lose randomly every day?" Or something. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He doesn't seem that clever.]] Drift: I guess not. Dither: [ all the adult stuff went over his head, he's nodded off against Soundwave's arm ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *This is fine. He'll let Dither stay there until he has to leave.* Whirl: *he pauses a bit, glances to the room; folks seem to be pretty absorbed in the show. Good. How does he... how is this sort of thing said simply?* Drift: ... OHHHHHH. B l u r r: ... Nice. Drift: It's not SUPPOSED to be paradise. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Fascinating.]] B l u r r: Oh, good. B l u r r: I like that. B l u r r: [[ this is the last ep ]] B l u r r: [[ this one makes me happy ;A; ]] Whirl: @R: There's really no way to... say this without sounding pathetic. *good thing he doesn't have to say it out loud* But the Lost Light was it, mech. Last thing I had. So, obviously... Whirl: *makes a small gesture with his claw* Whirl: ((discombooberated)) B l u r r: / slight smirk/ Quirky little thing.. Whirl: ((HE'S ADORABLE <3)) B l u r r: [[ i LOVE HIM ]] B l u r r: .... /tilts helm a little / Poor thing. I rather like him. He's different. Dither: [ wiggles and nuzzles closer to his side ] B l u r r: Bit odd. Doesn't fit in much. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //That ain't pathetic.// He frowns. //That's--// B l u r r: / :( / B l u r r: / he reminds him of himself sort of / ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //...I'm sorry, mech. It's slag. Where ya even at now...?// Whirl: *ha, look, right on the screen. The very thing Rumble talked to him about* @R: The ship's scuttled. I'm packed, but I haven't left yet. Whirl: @R: Probably going to leave Cybertron pretty soon, one way or the other. Dunno what's going to happen after that. Depends. *another pause* @R: ...but thanks. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Right. Drift's list of stuff.// *He'd heard people could stay if they wanted. He hadn't realized Whirl's thing was actually GOING places on it.* B l u r r: /... / frowns/ He looks like a tool. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Listen. I ain't - I ain't gonna throw a house atcha cuz. Well, one, I ain't got one, 'n two, pretty sure ya wouldn't take it. But.// B l u r r: /tilts helm a little and slouches / B l u r r: What a pity... Whirl: *another subtle nudge* @R: I get it, mech. ...thanks. I mean it. Kind of hard to get that, y'know, perfect sincere tone in over comms, y'know. But I do. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Y'wanna get fendered or somethin' - comm us, huh? Me 'n Frenzy, we're real good at distractin'. 'N if that don't work, least you ain't drinkin' yourself off your aft alone.// Whirl: *soft snort* @R: Yeah, mech. Sure thing. B l u r r: ...But it's not worth being like everyone else. B l u r r: / mumbles and crosses arms / B l u r r: He was fine being the odd little thing he was. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Rumble: //Or whatever else. Jus' sayin'. We still got your back, wherever it's restin'.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *He shifts uncomfortably - that's all a little more. Honest? Than he's used to being with people. Small punch. There.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And a nod. He knows.* Whirl: *He swivels to look Rumble in the eye for the first time since the conversation began, and nods simply. Then he's punched, which prompts a snicker, and he nudges Rumble sharply* B l u r r: / smirks a bit more. What an amusing little human. He likes him / ItsyBitsySpyers: //Oof!// Whirl: What, ya dish it out, but you can't take it, mech? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Puh! That's like gettin' punched by Laserbeak!// B l u r r: / Awww, the odd duck got a nice ending! / Whirl: I've been punched by Laserbeak. ...or, well. Electrocuted. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHO'S PUNCHIN'? HOW COME NOBODY TOLD ME?\\ *Sock to the leg. Both of them.* Whirl: It was a blast, actually. B l u r r: /flickers optic/ Well, I /liked/ that one. Whirl: You two're asking for it. Whirl: Yeah. Me, too, Teach. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It had its charm.]] Whirl: *like. 10% paying attention to the show that time* Whirl: *but his mood seems about as improved as Mr. Bevis's, all the same* Dither: (omg I"m so glad he got a happy ending I was about to be so mad if he was miserable at the end) B l u r r: I like stories like this. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah, I remember. She wouldn't shut up about it, heh.// Drift: ((aight im going to bed)) Drift: ((gnight~)) B l u r r: [ ni ni! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night!)) Whirl: ((gnight!)) Dither: (night ♥) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT? SPIN YOUR ROTORS AT US?\\

Missed some, IDK how much. I’m given to understand Whirl spun his rotors at them.

Whirl: --but it's enough to set the hammock rocking, and it's not exactly quiet* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave shakes his helm at them all and gently extricates himself from Dither's grasp. He can't stay here all night, but he doesn't want to bother the youngling either.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I CAN'T HELP YELLIN'! WHAT'S -YOUR- EXCUSE FOR BEIN'--HHFFFPPPTT!\\ B l u r r: For being what? B l u r r: / snort / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Covers his face with one arm and kicks at Whirl. Aft.* Dither: [ is startled awake anyway, and is clearly upset ] ItsyBitsySpyers: //A rusty ol' bucket of road grit?// He's helpful like that. Whirl: *snickers and accepts the kicks; he deactivates his rotor* Sorry, Frenzy, what was that? I think I almost had trouble hearing you, there. B l u r r: Are you calling /me/ that? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Shh. All is well. Rest.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //You, Frenzy, Whirl - I ain't picky.// B l u r r: You better come up with a better insult for me. Whirl: Hey. I'm a rusty ol' bucket of SKY grit, thank you very much. Whirl: I don't even have wheels. Whirl: I can't even use a RUNWAY. *pauses* Well, more like don't NEED one but still. B l u r r: I was going to ask if you even needed one. B l u r r: / glances at Dither and Soundwave. If that thing begins to cry, he's going to hit someone. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, sure. Soundwave watches over the bitlet all night and NOW Blurr cares about it.* B l u r r: / LOOK MAN I HAVE TO HEAR IT ALL NIGHT / ItsyBitsySpyers: *MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE KIDNAPPED THEM* B l u r r: / I DIDNT / ItsyBitsySpyers: *IN A WORD, SIR: BULLSCRAP* Whirl: *I'M WITH PAPA NOODLES ON THIS* B l u r r: / DONT MAKE ME CALL JAZZ/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *YOU BRING HIM IN AND WE'LL SEE WHOSE SIDE THE CREATOR OF CYBERTRONIAN LIFE IS ON.* Whirl: *YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO COW HIM WITH JAZZ BUT NOT ME* Dither: [ squirms away, frightened now by waking up to all the strange mechs and loud noises ] B l u r r: / OKAY BUT WOULD JAZZ REALLY BE ON YOUR SIDE ? / ItsyBitsySpyers: ((heh they're just asterisk yelling, nobody's actually caps-yelling out loud rn)) B l u r r: [[ I think dither means the rotors and such ]] B l u r r: [[ FRENZY IS YELLING, AFTER ALL ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ahhh)) Dither: (yee baby doens't like loud noises orz ) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave twists to look at them all and broadcast a [[SILENCE]]. Not at the bitlet, of course.* Dither: [ clearly the only solution here is to stand up and quickly go back to Blurr, sniffling and trying not to cry ] B l u r r: / flickers optic and glances at/  What? Dither: [ holds out arms ] u-up, please ? B l u r r: ... /stares at / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave points up. If you want this one aboard, you had damn well better treat them right.* B l u r r: ... /VENTS and reaches down with razor claws/ B l u r r: / probably looks like he might attack to other people / Whirl: *his rotors have long since stopped; he just watches the fiasco with dry amusement* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Watching VERY closely* B l u r r: / grabs and hoists Dither up, balancing him against his hip armor/ There. What's the problem? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod. Good.* B l u r r: I taught you how to make people leave you alone. You kill them. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Internal facepalm.* Whirl: Did you bother to teach him how to FIGHT first? Dither: [ holds on and buries face in armor ] I-I'm sorry I got scared B l u r r: He knows how. Whirl: It's all well and good to say "oh go kill so-and-so" but did you show him the ropes yet? B l u r r: I taught hm that. Whirl: *eyes Dither critically; Whirl does not look impressed, which is probably not surprising since Dither is A KID* B l u r r: / vents and just shifts a little/ Fear is a natural code written in every mech. The point is to learn to use it as a weapon, not let it attack you first. Whirl: I doubt you've thought that but through, Teach. Whirl: *bit B l u r r: / huffs/ Are you insulting my teaching? /sounds dead serious / Whirl: I'm saying that your student doesn't look ready to kill anyone. B l u r r: Oh, he can. Can't you, Cretin? Dither: [ mumbles against ] I can do it, I can B l u r r: Better than what those stupid Autobots are teaching you. B l u r r: Listen to your teacher. I can teach you how to survive. Dither: [ nods and sniffs ] Whirl: *LAUGHS* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You had better.]] If anything happens to the youngling on Blurr's watch, it will be on Blurr's head. If only briefly, before Blurr's head is on the floor. Whirl: I'm--PFFT. I'm sorry. You. Blurr. teaching some to TAKE CARE OF THEMSELF. Whirl: Is the most hilarious thing I've ever heard, in my entire life. B l u r r: ... I didn't say take care of themself. I said survive. B l u r r: There's a difference. Whirl: Not everyone can survive the things you can, Teach. You're gonna get that bitlet killed. B l u r r: No, I won't. Whirl: *shrugs and streeetches* If its creator doesn't come and kill YOU, first. B l u r r: Oh, he won't do that. Dither: [ turns helm just enough to glare out of one tear filled optic ] B l u r r: /smirks / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Why won't they be doing that.]] Whirl: Did you off their creator? B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAA!! No, pit no. Whirl: Uh-huh. Y'know what? I did all I could. I've got my own problems. So good luck with THIS mess. B l u r r: It's not a mess, for pit sake. B l u r r: You know, I /can/ do things other people can. B l u r r: I can still teach mechs things. Whirl: *very carefully extricates himself from the hammock* Speaking of problems, probably gonna be a while before I can come back to these on the regular, Teach. B l u r r: Oh? Why's that? Whirl: I got no idea where I'm gonna be in a week. You know how it is. B l u r r: Well, you can always comm us. B l u r r: We have no problem with visitors outside of movies. Whirl: *waves a claw* It's no big deal. But if I'm in the neighborhood, maybe. B l u r r: mmhm Whirl: As far as you handling THIS situation with grace and aplomb--*gestures to the bitlet with a gleefully-arched optic* I'll believe it when I see it, heh. B l u r r: ... I can do things just like everyone else. B l u r r: It's just different. Whirl: No, you can't. You can do them like YOU do them. B l u r r: What's the problem with that? Whirl: But we wouldn't want you any other way, mech. B l u r r: ... /vents a little, but smirks all the same/ B l u r r: I wouldn't change anyway. Whirl: Perish the thought. It'd be horrifying. B l u r r: Wouldn't it? Whirl: *salutes* Anyway. Seeya 'round, Teach. Hopefully soonish. Hang in there, Dither. If you have to choose between listening to him--*points to Blurr* And him--*points to Soundwave* Whirl: I'd prooobably listen to him. Dither: [ still hasn't stopped glaring out of the corner of the optic at the loud mech ] Whirl: *still pointing at Soundwave* B l u r r: ... /scowls / B l u r r: [[ it's so bad that this song got me through college LMFAO ]] B l u r r: [[ even tho it's about him writing about his affair bsjfkds ]] Whirl: ((WHATEVER IT TAKES MY DUDE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\LATER, WHIRL.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble smacks him again. Can't he see the little one doesn't like his yelling?* Whirl: *turns to Soundwave* I'll probably be able to make it to Dancitron. Easier to find than a pirate ship. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Understood. He will look forward to the nights you manage.]] B l u r r: ... I'm insulted. B l u r r: / joking of course / Whirl: Hey, absence makes the spark grow fonder, Teach. B l u r r: Oh, I'm sure you'll totally miss me Whirl: Maybe I'm just teaching you to APPRECIATE my SUBLIME presence. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((WHAT A FOLLOWUP SONG)) B l u r r: I /do/ B l u r r: [[ I know 8D ]] B l u r r: [[ I just synced into my writing playlist ]] Whirl: But, oh! *clicks his claw* Someone might be eating part of my leg, soon. I'll try and save you a chunk or something. B l u r r: / pokes Dither/ Say goodbye to Whirl. B l u r r: Oh, don't save it for me. Save it for Piston. B l u r r: / B) / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage jumps off Soundwave and looks right up at Whirl.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Mlem mlem licking jaws. Did someone say eating part of a leg.* Whirl: Piston is forbidden from havign any part of me. Dither: [ growls tiny-like ] don't wanna Whirl: ...*looks down* Oh, is it time? B l u r r: Piston wants it, though. B l u r r: / frowns at Dither / Now, Whirl is my friend. B l u r r: You be ice to him. Whirl: Too bad. Piston can go leap into a black hole. B l u r r: *nice ItsyBitsySpyers: =...Is it?= Ravage blinks. Is that not what Whirl meant? B l u r r: Oh, leave my mortician alone. Whirl: I mean, I'm ready when you are. One sec. Whirl: @R: Before I'm really, really distracted--thanks again, mech. Dither: [ mumbles ] he's mean... Whirl: ((P-POOR DITHER I'M SORRY FOR THIS but i'm also laughing rn) B l u r r: He's not mean. /pauses/ Okay, well, he can be. But he's not mean to me. Whirl's a good mech to me. /nudges Dither's helm/ B l u r r: He's one of my closer friends. You need to learn to be civil to him at least. Whirl: No, no, you're right, kid. I am mean. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //No problem, mech.// And then on the side, because what Rumble knows, Frenzy usually knows too. \\LET US KNOW.\\ Whirl: I'm not going to pretend like I'm not. *he returns his attention to the twins and salutes them* Dither: [ mumbles into blurr's armor ] goodBYE blurr Whirl: *and, his goodbyes made, he balances on one leg and extends the other. Have at it, ravage* Dither: [ teary baby is now a cranky one ] B l u r r: ... /vents/ Don't be cranky on me. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage crouches low, wriggles and readjusts his paws...* ItsyBitsySpyers: *SPRING LATCH CHOMP TEAR* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's just gonna cling on with his claws while half-assedly chewing this chunk of thigh, nbd.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Must you.]] Whirl: *winces, but keeps his vocalizations to a loud, single click. He holds pretty still for a few moments before he squints down* Don't eat my whole damn leg! Just take a piece off! B l u r r: / snickering at the whole thing / B l u r r: I can do that, too. K-Kyehehheheh. Whirl: Holy slag, that's a lot of blood. Teach! You got a cup? Want some? B l u r r: Ohhhh, I'll just lay there and take all of it into my mouth. K-KYAHAHAHA!! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage growls a little but lets go and twist-leaps away. He hunkers down to continue gnawing on the piece he tore off.* B l u r r: You'd really let me have some? B l u r r: [[ this song = me  @ buffalo wild wings ]] Whirl: *shifts his weight to one foot and curls the injured leg up like a flamingo* Yeah, but not if you do the creepy laying-down thing. God, drink my blood like a CULTURED mech. B l u r r: ... Well, I will. /grabs an empty cube and holds it out / Here, I'll let you fill it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //I didn't know you 'n Blurr was a thing.// B l u r r: I can't use that cutlery for it, though. Whirl: *seems pretty calm about it, but this IS the mech who was casually impaled and dismembered during a therapy session once* What's the verdict, Ravage? Whirl: *He leans over to take the glass, pauses, and LAUGHS* B l u r r: / will do all this while holding a cranky dither at his hip / B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHA!! Whirl and I? Whirl: No, no no, we definitely aren't a thing. *leans this way and that, trying to get the cup in a good place to catch the copious flow of energon* B l u r r: Nope, not a thing. / tilts helm/ But, he's worthy material at that. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Well, you're gonna slurp his energon 'n he ain't dead, so.// Tiny puff of relief. Oh, good. Whirl: For the record: Blurr and I are not a thing. The damn tape of Prowl and me doesn't EXIST and... any other rumors you hear about me and my supposed flings are false. I'm not shacking up with anyone. Dither: ( uuughgh I need to be getting ready for bed soon sooooo ) Dither: [ wiggles in blurr’s hold, wanting down now ] I want to call Momma... B l u r r: ( awwww ) Whirl: *standing on one leg, with a cup in the other, Whirl will salute Blurr's compliment with as much dignity as possible* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((awww okay)) Whirl: ((gnight my dude!)) B l u r r: /shifts and sets Dither down / Don't wander too far into the halls. B l u r r: You remember where your room is? B l u r r: / yes good. It was a very good compliment / B l u r r: / and it was true / Whirl: *voila! A very messy half-filled cup; he'll wait for Blurr to take it* ...wait. Was me inviting Ravage to eat my leg like... a thing? Did we just accidentally get leg-married or something? *peers at R Whirl: avage* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage squints and licks his chops. Then he smells the last pieces of armor.* Dither: [ rubs at eyes ] yeah... I'll be good [ runs off to make a call back to earth ] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Nah. He's jus' a mechannibal. 'S different.// B l u r r: / takes the cube / Dither: ( aight night, fun stream, thanks for having it! ♥ ) ItsyBitsySpyers: =I do not 'date'.= B l u r r: [[ ni ni!! ♥ ]] B l u r r: / breaks jaw apart to dislocate it and licks all along the side of the cube / Whirl: ((Gnight!)) B l u r r: / Jsut cannibal things / Whirl: Gotcha. Good. Whirl: *looks between them* So, I should probably go stop the bleeding soon, but not before I get a culinary review from the two of you. ItsyBitsySpyers: =You taste sharp. Thick cables. Powerful fuel.= Sniff. Sniff. Probably all the high grade lately. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Need more supplemental metal. See a medic.= B l u r r: /drinking the energon. Making a little mess/ Whirl: Ehh. I'll skip the medic. *waves a claw* But interesting. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Whirl is free to do that. Ravage just likes to get most of his repair materials from what he eats.* B l u r r: Hmmmnnnn... /drags claw over jaw. Looks like a monster mess / B l u r r: Your data tastes different than I thought... the lingering bytes within the energon streams. B l u r r: K-Kyehehehehh. It's like a tint of metallic with a twist of something... tangy. I like it. Whirl: *drapes a claw over his chest* Like a fine wine. B l u r r: Mmmm indeed. Whirl: Well, I hope you lot enjoyed that. ravage, yu still got dibs on my corpse if I bite it. But feel free to botle up some stuff for Teach here. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble mutters something. Frenzy laughs and claps his hand over his mouth.* Whirl: Got something to share with the class, Rumble? Whirl: *still standing there like a heavily-bleeding flamingo* ItsyBitsySpyers: //UH.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //I - uh. N-no.// Whirl: Right. Anyway! Best of luck on being a brand new parent, Teach. *snickers* And I'll see the rest of you guys sometime soonish, probably. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Seeya.// B l u r r: ... P-Parent... B l u r r: / looks sick / I didn't adopt him... /mumbles and starts cleaning up / Whirl: *snickers and bobs his head one last time before he walks carefully off, favoring his leg. And probably making a mess all the while* B l u r r: / he'll clean it no worries / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We had best leave as well. TRY to keep Dither safe.]] B l u r r: ... /vents/ You mechs give me credit for nothing. B l u r r: He's safer with me than on Earth. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We will see.]] B l u r r: That we will. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod goodnight. Hopefully that makes Blurr spiteful enough to give him a little extra attentiveness. And now they're all off, Frenzy snickering at Rumble the whole way.* B l u r r: / waves at them all /

[rurounidrift]

Aug 23 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Little Shop of Horrors

In honor of the eclipse. In a shocking twist, even Blurr prefered the domestic ending to the monsters-destroy-humanity ending.

Missed the very start. Frenzy wrote “WASH ME” in Blurr’s leg dirt.

B l u r r: Oh yeah? /wiggles pede/ B l u r r: There's nothing new there. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHATCHA CALL THIS?\\ Drift: *arrives!* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Holds up a grimy fingertip* B l u r r: ... It's called space dust, I assume? B l u r r: /scratches helm finial. Wiggles claws at Drift / Drift: *walks over to Blurr, looks at his leg, snorts, and sits down.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\'S CALLED YER FRAGGIN' FILTHY 'N IT'S GONNA SLOW YA DOWN.\\ B l u r r: ... Hn? It doesn't slow me down. ItsyBitsySpyers: *But that ain't his business, so he flops with Soundwave and the others after giving Drift a thumbs up hello* Bevel: *giggles* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yo, Bev. Seat?// Bevel: Sure! B l u r r: Anyway, it was worth getting a little dirty. B l u r r: You wanna see what I found? It's wicked. B l u r r: Never seen anything like it before. K-Kyeheheh. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Sure! What's it?// Butterbun changed their nickname to Starscream. Drift: I wanna see. Bevel: Me too. B l u r r: /holds up a flat, circular object. It has a gold trim and a thick glass center. It looks almost like a monocle in his claw/ Check it out. B l u r r: If you use it, it automatically centers what you're looking at. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...So it moves the thing, or?// B l u r r: K-Kyeheheh. And it helps me keep track of moving objects, too. B l u r r: No, it centers it into the weird... system thing. I don't know, I tore it off a mech. B l u r r: He said it was like a compass. B l u r r: But it can adjust to any system. Apparently it has a data storage in it. Drift: What, do you look through the middle? How's it work? B l u r r: Yeah. See, look. /holds it up for Drift / If you look through the middle, it should start logging whatever you're looking at. B l u r r: And it centers for you and everything. B l u r r: I have no idea what I'll use it for, but it seemed interesting and he wasn't using it. B l u r r: I could also be using it completely wrong. /shrugs a little / Either way, it looks cool. Bevel: How does it center things? Drift: What do you mean, it "centers"? Does it start, like, turning to track whatever I'm looking at? *looks through it at... Bevel* Bevel: *grins at Drift* Starscream: *scoots his pretty little booty into the room* B l u r r: I don't know what it does, really. I mean it will center... ah... hn. /mumbles/ It'll focus on the object in the center. B l u r r: That's what I meant... /scratches finial sheepishly/ B l u r r: I think he used it to track bounties down. Drift: *grins back* So it's like a self-adjusting telescope? *waits to see what it does to Bevel* Bevel: That is really useful. B l u r r: Sort of? I don't know. But, so far, I've seen it logging things. Color scheme, names in databases, and the likes. Bevel: You could use it to find places that are really hard to find. B l u r r: That's what I thought! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods absently to Starscream and watches them all fuss over this strange object* B l u r r: Because he's been plenty of places. Which means he's been to places with valuables. Bevel: *color scheme huh? she'll just slowly shift her colors through a spectrum from her usual dark purple to a rusty red-orange* Drift: *... IS it doing anything to bevel?* B l u r r: / Probably just a name and location at the moment / B l u r r: / Seeing as Bevel hasn't really been with The Emperor long / Drift: ... Oh! Oh, yeah, I see, it changes their color, so they stick out more against the— *looks around the side of the glass* ... Oh. Never mind. B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. Bevel: *laughs* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Heh!// B l u r r: But. if you point it at ME. /smirks/ My bounty comes up. B l u r r: Along with where I'm from. Which is interesting. Bevel: Oh point it at Blurr! B l u r r: I guess this mech was using it to hunt people down. But, I didn't give him time to really explain it to me. It's a learn as you go thing. Drift: Ohhh. *looks back at the glass. yeah, he sees the name and location now.* So, what, it looks up a database about the person? B l u r r: [[ is everyone ready ? ]] Drift: *goes to the other side of the glass so he can look through it the other way at Blurr* B l u r r: I think so, but it also seems to work as a compass?I'm not sure. I have to play with it more. B l u r r: / snorts at Drift / ItsyBitsySpyers: ((SO READY :D :D :D :D)) drift changed their nickname to Tydrift. Tydrift: (I made it on time wow) B l u r r: [ yay! ]] Bevel: //welcome welcome B l u r r: The thing is, if it logs, I can try to get someone to hack into it and get its history transferred to our archives. Drift: What do you mean, like a compass? Does it point at the person when they move away from the glass? B l u r r: Which means I'll have lists of new places. B l u r r: No, I mean it has locations in it. B l u r r: I could track mechs back to their universes and get 'em. Drift: The locations of where they live or something? B l u r r: I don't know, I didn't make it. B l u r r: I told you, I'm still figuring it out. Bevel: It can track through the streams? Drift: Huh. B l u r r: Not sure yet. It knows where I'm from, but I suppose if I jave a bounty, that's common knowledge. B l u r r: *have ItsyBitsySpyers: //Bet it doesn't. Where's it gonna get all the data?// B l u r r: And /my/ bounty is higher than my Ultra Magnus. B l u r r: / smirks confidently / Bevel: Nexus? B l u r r: [[ okay so i know neddles is ready. Everyone else? ]] Bevel: //ready ItsyBitsySpyers: //What'sa Necks Us?// B l u r r: ... No idea. B l u r r: Sounds like something you can steal, though. B l u r r: That's not the coolest part, though. Drift: ((yep)) B l u r r: The coolest part is that I managed to secure more supplies! Bevel: Nexus is a universe cluster. It is where Axiom Nexus is. They compile and monitor different universes and stuff. Starscream: ((ready! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave immediately sits upright* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They do? How?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Are their records public?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*WIGGLES*)) B l u r r: [[ omfg hold on ]] B l u r r: [[Itunes just froze. ]] B l u r r: [[ there. ]] Bevel: The bots there are waaaaay ahead of any other universe I have ever seen with technology and stuff. Tydrift: That's unsettling... is there a way to see if they're monitoring your universe? B l u r r: Sounds fake. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((It's gonna be tempting to show this on the 23rd of September)) Bevel: It is not fake. I lived there for a really long time. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((call a cop u say)) Starscream: ((do it B l u r r: Well, they're probably not watching our universe. B l u r r: Trust me no one is watching my universe. Drift: You can't know that. B l u r r: Well, it doesn't matter. We travel too much to worry about it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave's feeler is already waving. This story amuses the living Pit out of him. Especially considering what's hiding in the storage shed.* Starscream: *..what's in the storage shed?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *A singing, carnivorous plant.* Starscream: *who's shed. where* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Outside Dancitron.* B l u r r: Anyway. I have my mechs tearing apart the idiot's ship right now B l u r r: Maybe we'll find something else cools. B l u r r: *cool Bevel: The data is not really public. Some of it is cause there's lots of travel from different universes in Axiom Nexus and everyone talks but sometimes the Nexus bots keep stuff secret. Starscream: *oh good. not his Cybertron. Attention back to movie* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He wants it. All of it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Imagine how much bigger his map could get...* Starscream: ..... Starscream: 8I *this is a movie about Cybertron. Welp* Drift: *you commenting on the quality of your leadership, starscream?* Starscream: *Cybertron is a work in progress* B l u r r: / you're a half asssed project / Bevel: *could tell him where more than a few observation stations are* Starscream: *you're a recycled project* B l u r r: / I sure am. / B l u r r: /snicker snort/ It does look like home. / B l u r r: *. Drift: *yes, it does. :c* Tydrift: Missing a few craters B l u r r: Missing a lot of Empties. Drift: *he's guessing "skid row" is human for "dead end"* B l u r r: Oh wait, there's Starscream. Perfect, the gang is all here. /snicker / Drift: Where—? Ugh. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Might take Bevel up on that later.* B l u r r: ... I love those fly trap plants. B l u r r: I wonder if I could make one... B l u r r: / hums/ Tydrift: [ silent gasp ] Tydrift: ( also I gasp too it's *** cute ) B l u r r: ... He likes odd and weird things? As opposed to the normal? Tydrift: (... it's not gonna stay cute is it) B l u r r: /tilts helm, finials flicking / I like him. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((YOU MEAN YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THIS?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((omg i won't spoil you a thing, i swear)) Tydrift: (NOPE IM A LOSER) Bevel: //*shakes fist* missed rhyme opportunity and i'm so mad and amused B l u r r: ... What do humans buy flowers for? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Gifts.]] Tydrift: They give them to each other as tokens of affection. B l u r r: ... for whom? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They're... pleasing.]] Tydrift: Or to make their homes look nice. Drift: Symbols of the ephemerality of beauty and life. B l u r r: ... Ah. B l u r r: Well, that explains why I have never received any. B l u r r: / tilts helm/ Dodge bought me a collection of data texts once. Bevel: My creator says most of the plants humans give as gifts are dying. Starscream: Bribes to soothe over wronged partners. B l u r r: Pit, Dodge always made me apologize. B l u r r: I wasn't allowed to buy him things. Drift: Yeah, that's why they're so ephemeral. They die fast. Starscream: ...so what did you do? Starscream: Bring him boquets of hands? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They should give them still in pots.]] B l u r r: Pardon? Bevel: I would rather get a live plant so I could plant it somewhere. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Flowers. Not hands.]] B l u r r: No, I told him I was wrong and he accepted. Starscream: *makes a face. Sounds fake* Drift: *pats Blurr's shoulder.* That's mature. B l u r r: /snort / Thanks ,Drift. B l u r r: I also cooked him dinner sometimes. Drift: ... What kind of plant did he say he thinks it is? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A fly trap.]] B l u r r: ... /wicked grin / Starscream: Feed it flies. Drift: ... Wouldn't it need flies, then? Starscream: ..alternatively, traps. Drift: Aww, it wants kisses. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Haha!// Bevel: *giggles* B l u r r: K-KYAHAHHAA!! Tydrift: [ it's like a hatchling oml ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy's imagining that thing with a bitbear trap in its mouth* Bevel: *imagining a scraplet mouth* B l u r r: / grabs Drift's arm and shakes/i want one!! B l u r r: I want ten!! B l u r r: I want a forest of them! Starscream: ...wait. Isn't this literally that carnacle that Whirl is keeping. Drift: *is shook* Starscream: *barnacle Drift: You'd need to keep organics around to feed it, though. B l u r r: Well, those are easy to get! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes, you would. The barnacle only eats inorganic material.]] Starscream: ..blood seems like a very effective fertilizer. B l u r r: It satisfies most cravings. Starscream: ((i like the street advice girls Drift: (("I want a garbage disposal and my own washer and dryer" is she a millennial)) Starscream: Small dreams. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He prefers blue, himself.]] B l u r r: [[ she isss ]] Starscream: ((you see where she lives. the answer is yes Tydrift: For a movie called little shop of horrors... there's a surprising lack of horror Drift: ((pine-sol)) B l u r r: ... Are you kidding? Drift: ((millennial whirl)) B l u r r: This is terrifying. Tydrift: This is nice Starscream: That decor is pretty frightening. B l u r r: this is terrifying. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave just huffs, his shoulders trembling. This poor stranger.* B l u r r: What do they do all day? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Perhaps they're retired from the money the shop makes.]] B l u r r: ... What do they DO all day? Tydrift: Be happy? Drift: *dopey smile. it's all alien but the sentiment gets through.* B l u r r: You know what's terrifying? She hasn't killed that boyfriend of hers yet. Bevel: Eat him. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy flicks a snack at Drift* B l u r r: Seriously. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\MUSH.\\ Drift: Hey! Starscream: Mush. Drift: *FLICKS IT BACK* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SEE? AIN'T I - OW!\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *rubs his visor* B l u r r: She should just kill her boyfriend. Bevel: *titanic night was highly influential on how she thinks one should handle jerk boyfriends* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((wow it's dropping hard)) Drift: *... did somebody eat their boyfriend in titanic* Starscream: ((if someone ate their boyfriend in titanic i am so sorry i missed it)) Drift: ((same)) Bevel: *no but everyone thought rose should eat both dudes as they were rude af* Drift: ((... *points at seymour feeding audrey ii* shockwave.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((NO)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //She's one to talk.// Tydrift: Pft Drift: *they're so cute* B l u r r: ... I would have honestly killed this guy by now. Tydrift: Oh Primus Bevel: :| Tydrift: I think I agree with you Blurr B l u r r: Mmmm yes indeed. Drift: What's a dentist? B l u r r: I would have killed him. ItsyBitsySpyers: //So that's how come ya went learnin' medicine.// Rumble nudges his brother. // Heh.// B l u r r: He reminds me of someone... I know. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\PFFFF.\\ Starscream: ..... Starscream: *IS THIS HOOK* B l u r r: A dentist works on teeth, I think Drift: ... That's what humans chew with, right? B l u r r: Yes. B l u r r: I think so. Drift: ... So why would they want them drilled up? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OH, OH, I KNOW!\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THE TEETH THINGS GET LIL HOLES ALL IN 'EM 'N THEY GOTTA STICK METAL IN TO FILL 'EM. SO THEY DRILL BETTER HOLES 'N GET OUT THE VIRUSES 'N SCRAP.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\LIKE FILLIN' DENTAL PLATES, ONLY THEY GOT A WHOLE BUNCH.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\RATCHET WAS TELLIN' ME. HE HAD PICTURES 'N EVERYTHIN'.\\ Starscream: ..why don't they just replace the whole tooth with metal. B l u r r: ... /cringes a little by Drift / Eugh... Drift: Oh. Huh. B l u r r: He does remind me of him. B l u r r: That's disgusting. Kill him. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Punch 'im.// Bevel: Eat him. Drift: Break his teeth. B l u r r: Kill. Him. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Nah, he'll just fix 'em. Break his nose.// Drift: I was going for dramatic irony, but okay. Starscream: ((I sing this often ItsyBitsySpyers: ((me too)) B l u r r: [[[ same ]] B l u r r: / nudges drift / Hey. Drift: Hm? B l u r r: What if I make one of these plants? Starscream: A wishgranting plant. Drift: You'd have to keep visiting Earth to get it food. B l u r r: That's easier. B l u r r: ... Actually, this plant reminds me of me. B l u r r: /snort / drift: (my wifi crapped out and I come back to this what happened to my cute lil baby) drift changed their nickname to Tydrift. Drift: ((him grew)) B l u r r: ... Yes! Tydrift: (nooo omg please wifi work) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble growls. He hates this part.* B l u r r: Oh yes yes yes, feed him to the plant! Starscream: Ah, yes. The neighbors will definitely not hear this. B l u r r: /kicking pedes / Drift: Yes! Drift: ((i love this scene)) B l u r r: [[ yeS ]] Starscream: ... B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHAA!! B l u r r: [[ god poor seymour ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //This is all kinda awkward.// Drift: ((incredibly specific fetishes)) drift: Is he... drift changed their nickname to Tydrift. Starscream: 8S Tydrift: [muttering] Please, just shoot him already... Drift: Yeah. B l u r r: Seriously. Starscream: *the bading of realization* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Primus, he's bad at this.// B l u r r: Really. B l u r r: Really bad. Starscream: I wonder that he doesn't get caught.. but maybe this is commonplace in Skid Row. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Guess it tenders the meat up real good.// Drift: Pff. Drift: Pre-break a few bones so Audrey doesn't have to chew as much. B l u r r: He didn't think to cut it up before hand? Tydrift: What a spoiled plant ItsyBitsySpyers: //With what? A lil' tooth drill?// Drift: I guess he thought it'd eat the body whole. B l u r r: An ax. K-Kyeheheh. Tydrift: (... is this the same guy from ghostbusters??) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yep)) Tydrift: (EYY KEY MASTER) Drift: ((it always fvcks me up a little when her voice moves down to a normal octave)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((heh)) Drift: *drift's dopey grin is back* Tydrift: [honestly let the movie end here this is enough for him] B l u r r: eugh... B l u r r: /rolls optic/ B l u r r: what a boring romance Drift: Whaaat? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He murdered a horrible lover for her and you find that boring?]] Tydrift: He fed her abusive ex's dismembered corpse to a plant B l u r r: I guess. Tydrift: I would have expected you to consider that romantic Drift: He taught her to love herself. Starscream: He didn't bother hiding the evidence? B l u r r: I consider it a romantic gesture. B l u r r: It would have been better if he was soaked in blood or something attractive ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He IS new at this, Starscream.]] Starscream: It didn't need THAT one chopped up. Tydrift: Oh so now the plant will eat a whole body B l u r r: It's bigger now Drift: It got bigger since the last one. Bevel: Way bigger. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave steeples his fingers.* Drift: *DOPEY SMILE INTENSIFIES* Drift: ... You know, Audrey II never did say that he can't live on anything but human blood. Drift: He only said he needed blood and it had to be fresh. Drift: Seymour could've been giving him dogs all this time or something. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It would be harder to trap him if it were dogs.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The plant knows what it is doing.]] Tydrift: NO B l u r r: ... Hnh. B l u r r: No one fed someone to a killer plant for me before. B l u r r: I don't think anyone's done anything like that for me. Drift: It wouldn't NEED to trap him, because then he'd have no reason not to want to feed him. Starscream: ..how many people do you know with killer plants? B l u r r: Not many. Drift: ... Do barnacles count? B l u r r: I don't know. Starscream: Those aren't plants. B l u r r: but that must be nice. B l u r r: Just. Killing people for you. /chin claws / B l u r r: That's the perfect sign of affection. Drift: Yeah... B l u r r: / siiiigh / Starscream: ..is that the masochist? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A new human.]] B l u r r: I've only seen one mech kill someone for me. As a gift. B l u r r: It was beautiful. Starscream: Odd. He looks similar. Starscream: *but lots of humans look alike* Starscream: ((more like the mun is going 'i don't think that's bill murray but it looks a LOT like bill murray)) Drift: ((it does)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i still like the play's ending better)) Drift: *on the edge of his seat* Drift: ((that's the alternate ending, right?)) B l u r r: [[ same ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ye)) Tydrift: (what's that ending?) Drift: ((psst find it on youtube we should watch it after this)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'll go look)) Starscream: ((YEAH Starscream: ((i saw the play before the movie so i was very ??? at first Drift: *THE DOPEY SMILE IS BACK* B l u r r: / pouting / B l u r r: / He liked the plant / B l u r r: / sinks down in his seat / Drift: *... tries to tone down the dopey smile for blurr's benefit* B l u r r: !!!!! B l u r r: / BIG GRIN / B l u r r: He's alive!! Tydrift: Maybe this time the plant will stay cute B l u r r: / throws arms up / He'll eat them all again! B l u r r: The monster lived! How exciting! B l u r r: / grinning wide / How perfect. ItsyBitsySpyers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyQpDCAWpbs )) Drift: Everyone gets a happy ending. :) B l u r r: [[ lemme try and load it ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((enjoy, tydrift mun :) )) Tydrift: (oh dear) Starscream: ...cronch. Tydrift: D: Drift: ... Oh. Drift: *IT HURTS HIS SPARK* Drift: *quietly grabs blurr's arm. blurr. blurr. she wants to be fed to the plant so that she can keep helping seymour in death. blurr. blurr do you see it. blurr.* B l u r r: / Hes TRYING NOT TO / Starscream: ......they set this up for a /pun/. Drift: 8( B l u r r: / but he sees it / Starscream: *burys his face in his hand. Why* B l u r r: / Pats Drift / Bevel: :( Tydrift: Kill the plant B l u r r: Keep the body. Bevel: Bad plant. Tydrift: Kill it ItsyBitsySpyers: [He'll get to that in a moment.]] Drift: And let her sacrifice be in vain?! Tydrift: KILL Tydrift: IT Drift: *grabs blurr's arm with his other hand. blurr. blurr. thEY NEVER GOT MARRIED.* B l u r r: / flickers optic at Drift / B l u r r: ... / pat / Drift: 8C B l u r r: / do u want a hug? / Drift: *yes* B l u r r: / hugs Drift / B l u r r: / Dodge is hugging too/ B l u r r: / Just so u know / Drift: *that's very good of him* B l u r r: / yes / Drift: ... Oh no. Drift: *HUGS TIGHTER* Tydrift: Why not kill the plant first Drift: Because she's living in it. B l u r r: / hugs Drift tighter / Tydrift: She's dead because of it Drift: But that's all that's left of her. Tydrift: If he wanted to keep what was left of her he shouldn't have fed it to a plant Drift: It was her last wish. Tydrift: Her last wish was ridiculous B l u r r: That Drift: So?! B l u r r: is rude to sayy. Drift: It's all she's got left. Tydrift: [YES KILL THE PLANT] Tydrift: You know what would have been better Tydrift: Burying her in an actual garden Drift: If she'd lived. Tydrift: That too B l u r r: Or just keeping her secured somewhere. B l u r r: / picking at his claws B l u r r: */ Drift: Humans rot, Blurr. B l u r r: Not always. Tydrift: It would smell B l u r r: Frames rot, too. Drift: Not as fast. B l u r r: No, not as fast, I suppose. Drift: ... He could've made a mummy out of her, I guess. B l u r r: That too. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He could bronze her.]] B l u r r: Or frozen her. They don't rot if they're frozen Drift: ... She wouldn't have wanted that, though. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes, she would. It turns green.]] Starscream: *whispers* Mulch. Drift: ... Don't think that's what she was going for. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy snorts* B l u r r: Well, now he's with her. So, there. Drift: ... At least they're together. :( B l u r r: ..... /has the biggest grin on his ugly scarred face / Drift: *... oh. another apocalypse.* Tydrift: [has just a let it all burn mentality at this point now tbh, let them all die then] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((and that's why that post was called "and peoria")) Drift: *yeah. well. sigh.* B l u r r: Look at all of the monsters B l u r r: /splays claws on face / Tydrift: Is this what she wanted ItsyBitsySpyers: //...How much ya think they gotta eat t'get so big?// Starscream: At least three more humans. Drift: ... Well, at least they're having fun.* Drift: *chinhands. still feeling bad for seymour and audrey* Bevel: *doesn't like this ending at all* Starscream: ..they had quite a lot filmed. B l u r r: Well, lucky for you, it's not the real ending, hn? /nudges drift / Drift: Kinda redundant. Drift: Maybe they wre gonna have trimmed it down if this had made the final film. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I LIKE IT. LOOKIT ALL THAT DESTROYIN'.\\ Dreamy sigh. B l u r r: I know... B l u r r: All these beautiful monsters.. B l u r r: [[ can we just appreciate this 80s monster plant tho ]] Drift: ((it's a good 80s monster plant)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble punches Frenzy in the arm.* //Weirdo.// B l u r r: Well, at least the original end is your favorite. /pokes Drift/ So chipper up. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave vents contently and stands, stretching.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Perhaps he'll spend a little time looking at the orchid tonight.* Drift: Yeah. S'true. B l u r r: /smirks a bit / B l u r r: Oh! I spent time with Optimus today. / nudges Drift / We talked about you. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Come. We return home. There is much to do.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Awww... okaaaaaay.// Tydrift: [he's in a mood now he's just going to get up and go now] B l u r r: / waves claws at Frenzy / If you're not busy sometime soon, hit me up. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SURE THING!\\ B l u r r: / omg tydrift ur so emo / Tydrift: (Thanks for streaming this! was a very good one ♥) Drift: *nods as his alternate passes.* B l u r r: [[ ♥ !! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy 'whispers' a \\WHAT'S THAT MECH'S PROBLEM?\\ * ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble just rolls his optics and follows the boss out* B l u r r: / LOUD SHRUGGING AT FRENZY / Bevel: *gonna leave as well mostly because the mun has to be up early* Starscream: *a nod to Blurr. It was.. interesting? Yeah* Starscream: *STARSCREAM OUTIES B l u r r: / throws a snack at Starscream / Starscream: 8U B l u r r: ... /looks around like omg who was that / B l u r r: what a crime. Starscream: *does the 'i got my eyes on you' thing* Starscream: ((thanks for the movie dud! B l u r r: / does the same thing but only with one eye / B l u r r: [[ no problemo! ]] Drift: *JOINS THE EYE GESTURING* Drift: *now starscream's got three eyes on him* B l u r r: / yES / Starscream: ((play one of King George's songs Starscream: ((8DDDD B l u r r: [[ there u go ]] B l u r r: / leans over and hugs Drift again. Comfort squeeze / B l u r r: I liked the first ending better... if it helps. Drift: Really? You did? B l u r r: Mmhm. Drift: Why? I thought you'd like the monster plants destroying Earth more. B l u r r: ... I do. Drift: ((god i love this song)) B l u r r: But, I don't know. Starscream: ((yesssss B l u r r: / frowns a little/ I don't get marriage. I don't know what's so special about it. B l u r r: But, it must be nice. B l u r r: For someone to want to do that with you, I guess? B l u r r: And the plant lived in the end anyway. B l u r r: [[ YES ITS THE BEST ]] Drift: ... It is nice. B l u r r: I wouldn't know. B l u r r: /shrugs a little / Drift: It means you're wanted. It means someone said "I want you forever. Until we die." B l u r r: Where I'm from , we don't have... Conjux...Endura. / see. He did it / Drift: *he did it!!* B l u r r: ...Ah. Yes, no. That's definitely not something I'm gonna learn. /snort / Drift: ... I wanna be your best friend forever. B l u r r: That's different, though. B l u r r: I'd like to be best friends forever, too.  /scratches finial / Drift: Kinda different. But not totally. B l u r r: I guess not. B l u r r: I'm lucky to have anybody, I suppose. B l u r r: They're usually uh.. dead or gone by now. B l u r r: Mostly dead. Drift: *nods* B l u r r: So, hnh. Thanks for sticking around. B l u r r: I know it's not easy. Starscream: ((now kiss)) B l u r r: [[ god. ]] B l u r r: [[ weRE FRIENDS ]] Starscream: Presentation Starscream: ((..wow alright GUESS IM NOT LINKING A PIC B l u r r: [[ LOL ]] Drift: ... It's easy because the reward is you. B l u r r: ... /oh wow/ B l u r r: / that's really nice ;A; / B l u r r: / just. Stare at . / B l u r r: W-Well... a pretty beat up reward. Drift: Worth it. B l u r r: Well, you are, too. B l u r r: Worth a lot. Dents and dings. B l u r r: Well, at the very least, at least I'll always have you. Even if the rest of them leave. B l u r r: As long as you want to stay, of course. /snort / Drift: *crooked smile* Always. B l u r r: / leans over and hugs Drift anyway/ Drift: *hugs back* B l u r r: I hope you don't forget me when I die. /snort/ that'd be depressing. Drift: No! Never. Drift: I'd rather you... not die, though. Besides, you've got orders. B l u r r: Mm... we talked about that today. B l u r r: But... I won't be dying anytime soon. Not in my plans. B l u r r: / Right. Pulls away from hug / You know you can always come by. B l u r r: Maybe you can meet Ratchet. He's responsible for me. Er...not like a ... an Amica? He's just my medic. Drift: Yeah, I getcha. Maybe I'll meet him sometime. *and maybe punch him for not putting more effort into fixing blurr's head.* B l u r r: / ruuude / B l u r r: / pokes Drift's nose. There is a sticker there / Chin up, Drift. Drift: *takes his new sticker. is it a star?* B l u r r: / it IS / Drift: *:) sticks it next to the rodimus star on his chest* B l u r r: / smirks/ Perfect. Drift: *gives Blurr another hug.* I'd better head back to the Lost Light. B l u r r: Mm... /hugs back/ B l u r r: My crew and I are taking off. B l u r r: So, if you need us, just comm me. Drift: Will do. B l u r r: / wiggles scar claw / Drift: *wiggles scar hand* See ya.

[rurounidrift]

Aug 16 Blurr’s Horror Stream - The Mummy

Drift met his alternate, the ~triplechanger.~ He’s impressed.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. B l u r r: / oh yeah he's here. My bad. Forgot to put it in / Wing: *he brought snack today. for once* Drift: *is also here! for the first time in like three weeks* B l u r r: / he's probably half laying on the couch, tbh. / B l u r r: / yay snacks / B l u r r: / wiggles claws at wing and drift from couch / Star: /shows up/ B l u r r: / hisses at / Wing: Hello. *he'll set those snacks down and find a place conveniently nearish to Star* B l u r r: Hey, Wing. B l u r r: [[ well when people are ready, lemme know. ]] B l u r r: [[ small crew tonight ]] Star: Greetings to you as well Blurr. /Waves to Wing before taking his seat/ Hello, Wing. B l u r r: ... Ew. Wing: ((i sorely need coffee but ready whenever)) B l u r r: [[ get coffees? ]] B l u r r: Don't say hello to me like we're friends, /Starscream / Wing: ((but that would require me to leave my tent)) B l u r r: [[ oh no ]] Drift: *flops down on top of blurr* Drift: ((ready)) Wing: Hello, Starscream. B l u r r: / oof! / B l u r r: Excuse you. /nudges Drift lightly / Star: /simply rolls his optics at Blurr as he waits for him to start the movie/ Drift: *nudges back* Ratchet: ((Ratchet here! :O )) B l u r r: [[ hola ! ]] B l u r r: /smirks a little / Are you comfy? B l u r r: [[ let itunes get its life together. Time out. ]] B l u r r: [okay it's together ]] Ratchet: /just gonna walk in with a snicksnack/ Oh, Earth movies? B l u r r: Ratchet!! My mech! Wing: *leans back against a wall. wall gargoyle* B l u r r: How is she supposed to live again if you take out all her organs, you moron? Don't humans need those? B l u r r: / just gonna lounge here with Drift crushing him / Drift: Nah. There's something lumpy under me. *pokes at blurr* B l u r r: ? B l u r r: / wiggles a little / Oh, really? Is it... sharp Ratchet: Hm, I suppose if you get replacement organs, you could resurrect a human... Maybe Drift: Really sharp. Like a hundred knives. And maybe a chainsaw. B l u r r: / smirks and pokes Drift / Maybe you should move it B l u r r: / looks upside down at Ratchet / That's how you make us, though. B l u r r: Just recycle things. Drift: Yeah? *pokes back* Maybe I should push it on the floor. B l u r r: Now, that would be rude. Ratchet: Well I don't know much about humans. /shrugs and sits down/ Star: /is too into the movie to even pay attention to anyone/ Star: /doesn't normally get to watch these/ B l u r r: There's not much to know about humans, unfortunately. Ratchet: What I do know is they squish easily B l u r r: That they do . /shifts and wiggles. Trying toget comfy with Drift / Wing: *soft sigh and a shift* Wing: ((i have coffee)) B l u r r: Oh pits, look at all the books. Wing: *wince* Oh. B l u r r: Huh... B l u r r: I wonder if there are places like that around the verses... Imaginehow much we'd benefit. Wing: *that sounds familiar* Ratchet: Ah, I didn't know humans could be this... Barbaric. B l u r r: It's entertaining, isn't it? B l u r r: / wiggles under drift and stretches out / Star: /chuckls at the bad negotiations/ Ratchet: /glances over to Blurr and Drift/ You two seem quite comfortable. B l u r r: Well, you see, Drift sat on me first. B l u r r: Quite rude, you see. Drift: You were taking up most of the couch. *wiggles to get more comfortable* B l u r r: This is true, but you surprised me. B l u r r: [[ the bEST SCENE ]] Star: (lmao) Ratchet: That's an odd trick of the light. There's something like that on Cybertron too Star: (I like him telling everyone to charge with his open umbrella) B l u r r: ... Is there? Ratchet: Out in the Rust Sea yes. B l u r r: ... Oh? Star: Oh dear... /those poor diggers/ B l u r r: Hnh... I wonder if Rodimus has that place under security. Ratchet: Most likely, there's lots of resources out there amid the toxic air B l u r r: I could handle toxic air for a while. B l u r r: I've done it before. Ratchet: Oh that's... Unfortunate Ratchet: that insect was very interesting... Ratchet: Ah, I wouldn't recommend doing that Blurr. B l u r r: Oh, why not? B l u r r: /leans over Drift a little / Maybe you should invent a bug like that. Ratchet: The rust in your processor. The air could make that much worse B l u r r: / shrugs loudly / What's a little more rust for the rust? Wing: When you fall apart one day, Blurr... Ratchet: I suggest if you want to know what's in the Rust Sea, you should send someone else. Star: /looks over at Blurr then back to the movie/ B l u r r: The Rust Sea is vast. It has a lot in it. B l u r r: I'm the Captain of my ship. I should lead. B l u r r: / waves claws/ I won't fall apart ! Wing: You're rusting to pieces and won't do anything about it. You will. Give it time. Drift: The captain of the ship knows he's no good to his crew if he doesn't take care of himself. B l u r r: I'm not rusting to pieces. B l u r r: / flicks Drift's helm / Drift: You're not NOW. B l u r r: And I  do take some care of myself. Drift: *flicks the hand that flicked him.* You need to take more. Wing: *just shakes his head* You have rust in you still. As I said, give it time. B l u r r: Mm... I have been working on it. Drift: The fact that you're not "rusting to pieces" now doesn't mean you WON'T be if you don't take care of yourself. A lot of care. B l u r r: / motions claw at Ratchet / That's what Ratchet is for. B l u r r: My trusted medic. Drift: No. Part of the responsibility is yours. Drift: You can't do things that will knock down a building and then say it was the architect's responsibility to keep it up. B l u r r: I suppose... Drift: Not taking care of yourself is like blowing up the foundations in the basement. B l u r r: All right, all right... geez. drift changed their nickname to tyDrift. B l u r r: I'll take care of myself... as best I can anyway. Wing: Mmhm. *crosses arms over his chest. he's heard that before and he'll believe it when he sees it* B l u r r: Look how cute they are!! tyDrift: [ shows up late and doesn't even have starbucks ] B l u r r: / waves at Drift/ tyDrift: [ waves and finds a seat ] B l u r r: / come sit near here / Drift: *looks at the new guy. who's thi— SITS BOLT UPRIGHT* Hey!! B l u r r: Drift, this is my best friend, Drift. B l u r r: Drift, that's Drift. Wing: *two Drifts? huh* Star: /is so into this movie you won't believe/ Drift: Yeah! Hi! Alternate! Nice to meet you. Ratchet: well, this is slightly confusing. tyDrift: Ah tyDrift: Hi Drift: You're the, uh—triplechanger, right? Helicopter? tyDrift: Yes tyDrift: You're not? B l u r r: [[ i love how he has all of them ]] Wing: ((yeee)) Star: (same) Drift: Nope. Just a car. tyDrift: [sits by blurr] tyDrift: That's... so inconvenient tyDrift: Where do you keep your swords? Drift: Hip sheaths. Check it out. *stands* Not as, uh, elegant as recycling them for rotors. That's what you do, right? S'what Springer does. tyDrift: Yes... though, I'm not familiar with the name Springer Drift: Oh! Wrecker. Big green guy. Chest the size of five regular chests. tyDrift: [excuse him he's just.... trying to takes all of this in] B l u r r: Mine's better. Drift: *take your time* B l u r r: Eh, he sounds overrated/ tyDrift: He sounds interesting. Drift: He's an all right guy. Didn't know him really long. tyDrift: Is he the loud, boisterous type? B l u r r: That's Crosshairs. Drift: Not as much as some Wreckers. Buuut kinda. tyDrift: Mm, I was going to say Hound tyDrift: But Crosshairs is just as well B l u r r: Crosshairs is obnoxious. B l u r r: [[ why would u sleep when u r wanted by a mummy demon ] Star: (gonna need some super strength mouth wash) tyDrift: Crosshairs tries B l u r r: I prefer the real Wreckers. Ratchet: ((I'm gonna head off to bed, our AC is busted and the heat is making me sleepy!)) Wing: ((niiiight)) B l u r r: [[ ni ni! ]] tyDrift: (gnight ♥) Star: (Night!) Drift: ((gnight)) tyDrift: [would argue about what constitutes a 'real' wrecker, but he's too tired] tyDrift: [just pats Blurr's arm] B l u r r: / reaches over to pat his helm / tyDrift: < < B l u r r: / B) / Drift: ((punch him)) Drift: ((don't just yell at the mummy, punch him)) tyDrift: ... I guess that works Drift: ((... okay but what if she kissed him and the giant dust face started making a kissy face)) B l u r r: [[ perfect ]] tyDrift: (oh god) Star: (lmao) B l u r r: / reeeaches over for on of the snacks wing brought / B l u r r: one* Drift: *... reeeaches too* tyDrift: [leeeans out of the way] B l u r r: / snags one and shoves it in his mouth / Star: (the two of them in the background though lol) Star: /gets up to go answer a comm/ tyDrift: [frowns] They're walking corpses, how strong could they be... Drift: They DO have the supernatural on their side. Their strength is probably greater than their mere flesh. B l u r r: ... I wonder if you really can do that.. tyDrift: Supernatural strength, and yet they crumble like dust Wing: What were the empties, then? B l u r r: Oh Empties aren't like this... B l u r r: They're nowhere near as organized. Drift: High attack, low defense? Wing: Not as organized, but aren't they dead? *he may not be remembering that right* B l u r r: Empties? No... they were never really alive to begin with. B l u r r: The Zombie combatants were dead B l u r r: Those are, uh... /fun/ . Wing: Oh. Drift: ... If it's that simple, why do they need the book? B l u r r: Humans make things overly complex. Drift: There's a giant army of humans who were devoted to making sure this guy wasn't resurrected, right? Drift: Why didn't they just teach them all that spell? tyDrift: I suppose they didn't know the phrase needed B l u r r: This idiot. Drift: It was in a book. The very first generation of people in the army could've learned it from the book and then passed it down the generations. tyDrift: Hindsight is the greatest power... tyDrift: I guess they didn't think they would ever get this far Drift: I mean—that shouldn't have been hard for them to figure out ahead of time. B l u r r: Especially if she's the expert. Drift: ... At least his death will be fast? B l u r r: And satisfying tyDrift: They needed that mechanism to open the book didn't they? Did they have it before? Drift: This army has been around three thousand years. It was probably established back when this guy was first buried. Drift: They could've taught everybody the secret spell BEFORE they buried the books. Drift: (("oh, please." me 2 buddy.)) B l u r r: p[[ same ]] tyDrift: It was sweet Wing: *wing stretch* Different. tyDrift: (hush you two drift loves sappy endings lol) B l u r r: Oh of course /you/ liked it tyDrift: Is it so bad if I did? tyDrift: I wish I could have made it sooner.. Drift: ((so does my drift. but drift's mun, she Judges.)) B l u r r: Well, I might show the others. B l u r r: I find it interesting. tyDrift: (it could have been worse lol they at least seemed like they had some chemistry) Drift: There's more? tyDrift: There are more? B l u r r: There are three. Drift: Hey. That means the monster survived. Wing: *he had his mouth open to ask the same but...* B l u r r: / grins/ He did! B l u r r: ... Yeah! Star: (came back and the movies over pft) B l u r r: [ aww my poor friendo D: ] tyDrift: (wow that was a long call, sorry you missed it :c ) Star: (Tis fine. I've seen the movie a hundred times anyway ^-^) Wing: ((it's a good movie)) tyDrift: [he may or may not be looking up the other movies right now] Star: /sorta just peeks through the doorway/ Oh the movies over....oops. B l u r r: / stretches out all over Drift / B l u r r: / er. Bestie / Drift: *how the turntables* B l u r r: / yes good / Wing: *nods* Yes. The creature was killed. The girl was saved. The end. *light shrug* B l u r r: You know... I've been bored lately. B l u r r: Maybe raising the dead can be a new hobby. K-Kyeheheh. Star: Well that summed it up /he huffed/ tyDrift: [sighs] Blurr... B l u r r: Mm? Wing: It's how most movies end. B l u r r: That's true, Wing. tyDrift: I think you need a hobby that isn't raising the dead B l u r r: I have one. /relaxes/ Star: Well I don't normally watch human movies so .... Star: /besides the first one he watched here everyone died at the end/ B l u r r: What, you and Megatron don't have date nights ? Star: /deadpans/ No we do not. B l u r r: [[ tag urself. I'm John Jay, sick after 5 essays ]] B l u r r: Oh, what a pity. I'm sure dates with him are just sooo entertaining. Wing: *he did say most* Human movies, then. B l u r r: What does Megatron even /do/ ? Does he do math problems when he's not parading around like a saint? Star: I don't date Megatron and no he's nothing like that. /folds his arms over his chassis/ B l u r r: You're not dating? /mocking gasp / Oh for pit sake, Starscream, did you burn the anniversary cake? B l u r r: / sneer/ With how much you stick by his side, I'd think you two were an item. Wing: *rubs his forehead. Primus help him* B l u r r: I find it odd that humans write so many odd endings. Drift: *paps blurr* C'mon, implying Megatron and Starscream are a thing is just gross. I'm gonna be sick. Star: /glares at Blurr/ And here I thought you could attempt to be civil for once. B l u r r: / glances at Drift / Mm... true. B l u r r: / snarls at Star / I AM being civil. Have I attacked you yet? Wing: Starscream, would you like to go for a flight? Star: /lets out a slow vent/ All because you haven't attacked me doesn't mean...you know what never mind. tyDrift: [shifts awkwardly] B l u r r: /scoffs/ You threaten me and then expect me to be civil. B l u r r: Tell Megatron if he wants me so bad, to come get me himself. B l u r r: I'm ready for him. Star: ...Give Grimlocl my regards /he stood up/ Thank you for the movie, and yes Wing I would. Star: /and he was gone/ Star: Grimlock* B l u r r: / rolls optic and settles back on his couch / B l u r r: [[ Grimclock ]] B l u r r: [[ the spoopy clock ]] Star: [xD] Wing: *shoots Blurr a look* Thanks for the movie. *and he'll follow Star out* B l u r r: / settles back in his spot/ B l u r r: There's apparently a line of mechs on the way to kill me. tyDrift: ... Shouldn't you be preparing then? B l u r r: Preparing for what? They'll kill each other before they get to me. B l u r r: See, Grimlock is selfish. He wants to finish... what he started. And Megatron is just a hypocrite. tyDrift: You're not concerned they may team up? B l u r r: / shrugs/ Wouldn't be the first time. B l u r r: I'm just saying... /scraping digits together / If they're gonna kill me, they better make sure I'm dead. tyDrift: ... Are you going to need help? B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. Ahh, I think I can die just fine on my own. B l u r r: / wait. / Oh, you mean to fight? Well. /pats bestie/ I don't know. B l u r r: Drift here is an ally of my crew. Plus, there's the Tyran Wreckers and JT's crew. tyDrift: [frowns] Of course I mean to fight, it wouldn't be right to leave if you need me B l u r r: Oh for pit sake, I'm not useless. You mechs know I survived a war, right? /sort of / tyDrift: Concern isn't belittling tyDrift: Or at least it shouldn't be B l u r r: I'll be fine. B l u r r: I'm always fine. tyDrift: ... If you're certain tyDrift: [stands] I should be returning then, thank you for inviting me again B l u r r: I'm fine. B l u r r: / lifts claw and waves / See you later, Drift. B l u r r: Maybe you two can have a Drift party. tyDrift: [frowns because doubts] tyDrift: Maybe, if you can manage to find a third Drift: *waves* Only need two for a party. B l u r r: Nah, you two are fine. Drift: Honestly, I'd rather see you in battle sometime. B l u r r: / leans over to bestie / He has anger issues Drift: So did I. They can be tamed. tyDrift: The fighting on Earth has subsided for now, fortunately. I wouldn't be opposed to sparring with you though. It would be interesting. tyDrift: [side-eyes blurr] B l u r r: / smirks at him / tyDrift: It's contained, I assure you B l u r r: / B) / B l u r r: Oh, I'm sure it is. Drift: Uh—don't spar. I was thinking fighting /alongside./ tyDrift: [ignores blurr] Is the fighting still frequent for you then? B l u r r: / pat tyDrift on the helm / tyDrift: [IGNORE] The Decepticons have been neutralized for the most part on my planet. We only deal with stragglers mainly. B l u r r: Are you guys going to become Amica Endurae? All buddy buddy. B l u r r: / SEE. HE KNOWS THE WORD / tyDrift: > > tyDrift: [stops ignoring for just a second] I am not familiar with the term B l u r r: It means, uh... /scratches audio finial. Looks off into space for a second. Mumbling / B l u r r: Right right. You're right. /back to drifty mcfly/ It means like really close friends. B l u r r: / he was close / tyDrift: Ah tyDrift: Maybe Drift: Basically. Best friends forever, but in a legally binding way. Drift: ... And spiritually binding, I feel like. B l u r r: Oh oh yeah. B l u r r: If you need a doctor, apparently the Amica can ... permit that. B l u r r: / he tried / Drift: ... If one of a pair of amicae endurae is injured, the his amica has authority to make medical decisions on his behalf. Drift: Unless he has a conjunx. Conjunx outranks amica. B l u r r: ... That's what I meant. Drift: I thought so. *pats* B l u r r: / chews on another snack / tyDrift: Ah, I see. That's an interesting concept. B l u r r: It's something in his universe /motions to bestie / tyDrift: Seems very... formal though. tyDrift: There aren't enough of us left to be concerned with legalities. Those who are left just be. B l u r r: [[ me : constantly cries at this part because im garbage ]] B l u r r: [[ also me: knows all the words and sings them ]] tyDrift: (very nice ♥) tyDrift: ... I am required to return to my post though, and it's approaching that time. B l u r r: Really? Huh... Drift: And I should get back to the Lost Light, too. B l u r r: ... I suppose we should head back out, too. Drift: Just for a couple of hours. Then I'll probably be back here. To sit on you some more. B l u r r: .. /rolls optic / I'm sure. B l u r r: We're gonna start moving locations, so. Try to keep up with the fleet. Drift: I'll just bridge on your ship. I haven't bought my private one yet. B l u r r: Ah, right Drift: Still haven't got enough of a crew to justify it. I'm trying to convince Whirl to come, but... B l u r r: Ah, well. B l u r r: You know, I've got an agenda of my own as is. Maybe it's better if you lot don't tag along for a while. Drift: I like getting involved in your agendas. B l u r r: Yes, I know. B l u r r: I'll see you later, then, Drift.

[rurounidrift]

"Drift?"

Drift had been transferring equipment in boxes from the training rooms to storage; the training rooms weren’t going to be closing down completely, but with much of the crew leaving it made sense to emptyout and lock up the rooms that were now surplus to requirements.

It wasn’t surprising to pass Iyvee in the hall; the training rooms were near the medibay (and with good reason). He didn’t stop until she spoke to him.

“Hey!” A bright smile. “What can I do for you?”

[rurounidrift]

"Okay. So. This plan of yours." Whirl's comm came without any form of preamble whatsoever. "I need some details as to how you plan on running this ship. You gave me the short and sweet at movie night, but I'm sure there's some kind of catch."

Drift was in the middle of a conversation with Nightbeat about house hunting in Metroplex when the comm came in. He had to cut himself off mid-sentence and excuse himself to take the call—he didn’t know when Whirl would be ready to talk next if he didn’t take this now. He left a very confused Nightbeat in his office as Drift hurried out into the hallway to take the call.

“How I’m going to run the ship?” What was Whirl looking for here, a governmental structure and associated constitution? «Right now, the ship’s got a crew of two, and I’m one of them. It's—I mean—it’s probably not going to be a highly structured affair. What are you looking for, exactly? And don’t say “the catch,” I don’t know what you consider a catch.»

[chronosmith-blog]

rurounidrift:

Never? Drift wanted to challenge that. What if it was Windchill? But trying to persuade Whirl that he might change his mind one day wasn’t the way to persuade him that Drift wasn’t going to look for some way to go back on his promise.

«That’s not gonna happen, because you’d never approve two hundred new crewmates that’d vote for the Decepticons.» And Drift wouldn’t want a crew of two hundred that he was completely responsible for. Not unless he was answering to somebody higher up—and if he was, then he wouldn’t be the one with the authority to make those kinds of decisions, anyway.

But that wasn’t the point of a rhetorical question. «If that did happen, though? I’d say no Decepticons. Unanimous means unanimous. Not almost unanimous.» (It’s easy to make promises for situations he knows will never come to pass.)

Whirl was silent as he considered this.

“I don’t think you’re the kind of mech who’d get me on a technicality. You know what I’m like; you know what I wouldn’t want to do. I’m not talking about small things, here, I’m talking about big things. I know I’m not–I know I’m probably the worst one of us we’ve got left, but I’m still an Autobot. This ship, this crew, we’re not going to do anything that would clash with that, right?”

It was true, what Whirl had said about Drift catching him on a technicality. He didn’t think Drift would do something he knew Whirl would hate behind his back and then claim that Whirl never said he couldn’t. He did not, however, trust Drift not to do things behind his back, period. The last authority figure he’d submitted to had disappointed him. He was expecting Drift to do the same, but…

But he might give him the chance. Things weren’t looking too bad so far, his instinctive misgivings aside.

“I know you’re excited to run with Teach, and yeah, I like him, but I’m not a pirate. There are some things I’m not willing to do that I know he’d want to do. That he might get you to do. To get us to do. How are you going to handle that? You gonna be able to put your foot down?” 

[rurounidrift]

«I can’t say I’m never going to do something with or for Blurr that you won’t disapprove of. But I can say I’m never going to make the crew participate in anything they’re not willing to. Every mission and every operation will be voluntary—except maybe, I dunno, “we’re being attacked, go defend the ship,” emergency situations like that where everyone fighting is common sense. But nobody’s gonna be forced to fight any fights they morally object to. That’s why we’re going to be Blurr’s allies instead of part of his fleet.»

[chronosmith-blog]

“It takes a lot to make me condemn something, Drift. I’m pretty sure you weren’t thinking about your words there, but I’m not asking about the average Autobot here. Me, specifically. Whirl. Are you telling me that, if Blurr got you caught up in something even I would balk at, you’d do it? I know this seems wildly unlikely but Blurr’s done things I wouldn’t before. And that’s who we’re going to be working with.”

Drift wouldn’t force the crew, no, but would he arrange it so that they helped him somehow, anyway? No, Whirl told himself. You’re being way too paranoid. Not someone like Drift. That’s not his style. 

But Whirl knew that Drift was at least keeping some secrets from him. He didn’t mind so much, largely because he assumed they weren’t enormously important ones. He was capable of being duplicitous when he wanted to be. 

So far, though, Drift hadn’t seemed to want that, which was a point in his favor.

[rurounidrift]

«I know you're not the average Autobot. But, honestly, I can't tell you what, specifically, Blurr might get me caught up in that you'd balk at, because I don't know what, exactly, you might balk at that I might not. Honestly, we've both got limits that are beyond regular Autobots—but I don't know where my limits go farther than yours and where yours go farther than mine.

«So I can't say, with a hundred percent certainty, whether Blurr will ever ask me to do something that I'd agree to but you wouldn't. But I can say that if that ever does happen, you won't have to get involved. Same for the rest of the crew.»

[rurounidrift]

"Okay. So. This plan of yours." Whirl's comm came without any form of preamble whatsoever. "I need some details as to how you plan on running this ship. You gave me the short and sweet at movie night, but I'm sure there's some kind of catch."

Drift was in the middle of a conversation with Nightbeat about house hunting in Metroplex when the comm came in. He had to cut himself off mid-sentence and excuse himself to take the call—he didn’t know when Whirl would be ready to talk next if he didn’t take this now. He left a very confused Nightbeat in his office as Drift hurried out into the hallway to take the call.

“How I’m going to run the ship?” What was Whirl looking for here, a governmental structure and associated constitution? «Right now, the ship’s got a crew of two, and I’m one of them. It's—I mean—it’s probably not going to be a highly structured affair. What are you looking for, exactly? And don’t say “the catch,” I don’t know what you consider a catch.»

[chronosmith-blog]

rurounidrift:

Never? Drift wanted to challenge that. What if it was Windchill? But trying to persuade Whirl that he might change his mind one day wasn’t the way to persuade him that Drift wasn’t going to look for some way to go back on his promise.

«That’s not gonna happen, because you’d never approve two hundred new crewmates that’d vote for the Decepticons.» And Drift wouldn’t want a crew of two hundred that he was completely responsible for. Not unless he was answering to somebody higher up—and if he was, then he wouldn’t be the one with the authority to make those kinds of decisions, anyway.

But that wasn’t the point of a rhetorical question. «If that did happen, though? I’d say no Decepticons. Unanimous means unanimous. Not almost unanimous.» (It’s easy to make promises for situations he knows will never come to pass.)

Whirl was silent as he considered this.

“I don’t think you’re the kind of mech who’d get me on a technicality. You know what I’m like; you know what I wouldn’t want to do. I’m not talking about small things, here, I’m talking about big things. I know I’m not–I know I’m probably the worst one of us we’ve got left, but I’m still an Autobot. This ship, this crew, we’re not going to do anything that would clash with that, right?”

It was true, what Whirl had said about Drift catching him on a technicality. He didn’t think Drift would do something he knew Whirl would hate behind his back and then claim that Whirl never said he couldn’t. He did not, however, trust Drift not to do things behind his back, period. The last authority figure he’d submitted to had disappointed him. He was expecting Drift to do the same, but…

But he might give him the chance. Things weren’t looking too bad so far, his instinctive misgivings aside.

“I know you’re excited to run with Teach, and yeah, I like him, but I’m not a pirate. There are some things I’m not willing to do that I know he’d want to do. That he might get you to do. To get us to do. How are you going to handle that? You gonna be able to put your foot down?” 

[rurounidrift]

«I can't say I'm never going to do something with or for Blurr that you won't disapprove of. But I can say I'm never going to make the crew participate in anything they're not willing to. Every mission and every operation will be voluntary—except maybe, I dunno, "we're being attacked, go defend the ship," emergency situations like that where everyone fighting is common sense. But nobody's gonna be forced to fight any fights they morally object to. That's why we're going to be Blurr's allies instead of part of his fleet.»

[cruel-singer]

The wrong target

[cruel-singer]

rurounidrift:

“I’m serious!” Drift said. “Hey, you probably don’t remember—you probably get thousands of applicants—but I applied three different times to join the DJD. Three times. I… I respected you. Respect you. A lot.”

Drift hadn’t quite realized that he was unconsciously listening to the hum of Tarn’s weapons until the hum ended, and a weight lifted off the room. It was almost too quiet, now.

Drift snorted. “Fair point. But you could just not tell him when you’ve found Megatron and are going to confront him?”

“You. Applying for the DJD.” Tarn snorted, but didn’t make further fun of it. Not when Drift was looking at him with that look of determination. “Ooh, you’re serious.” He murmured, giving the swordsmech an up and down look, as if assessing all the possibilities, advantages and handicaps of having a mech like Drift on his side. Tarn definitely liked respect, and this Drift had proven to be capable of… questionable decisions. Compared to other alternates at least.

“I’m afraid I was never in charge of deciding who joined the team. Megatron was. So, if your application never met its destination… it was because our dearest leader didn’t want it to.” Tarn mused aloud. “Fortunately, that is no longer the case.” He took out a data chip from his subspace, a sort of business card. “That’s my personal frequency. Feel free to send another application. This time, it will meet its destination.”

“Regarding Blurr, I’ll admit I could use his help in locating Megatron or keeping his allies at bay. But believe me when I say that having Blurr personally confront Megatron is the last thing I’d want. That’s a risk only I’m willing to assume.”

[rurounidrift]

"Wh— Of course I'm serious! Hey, it might be hard to remember now, but I used to be as loyal as a Decepticon could get! Deadlock was feared and respected."

And there were days Drift missed that. So many days. More than he'd ever admit.

The news stung more than he thought it would. Megatron, Megatron hadn't wanted him in the DJD? Megatron who had personally recruited him, who had picked him out of a crowd because of his potential, who had given him his name? Deadlock had spent the war telling himself that he was languishing as second-in-command under an overly-cautious buffoon because Megatron had forgotten him there, and let Deadlock's overwhelming potential slip out of his mind. That hurt enough; but somehow it hurt more to learn that Megatron had never forgotten him—that, three separate times, he'd been given a list of all of Deadlock's accomplishments, his talents, his qualifications—and, three separate times, had concluded he wasn't good enough to be anything but Turmoil's leashed dog.

He started at Tarn's card. "Are you—? No. No, no, I couldn't, that's not— I'm no longer— I'm a..." Primus, just think of it, Drift applying to the DJD—what would Rodimus say?

... Nothing. Rodimus had left.

Drift took the chip. "I'll think about it."

That made sense. Blurr had a whole fleet at his disposal. Still, getting him involved with the hunt... "Maybe if you tell him it's a personal matter that you want to handle yourself? He might ignore you if he thinks you're trying to keep him safe, but he'd probably have no problem with letting you get revenge alone."

[rurounidrift]

"Okay. So. This plan of yours." Whirl's comm came without any form of preamble whatsoever. "I need some details as to how you plan on running this ship. You gave me the short and sweet at movie night, but I'm sure there's some kind of catch."

Drift was in the middle of a conversation with Nightbeat about house hunting in Metroplex when the comm came in. He had to cut himself off mid-sentence and excuse himself to take the call—he didn’t know when Whirl would be ready to talk next if he didn’t take this now. He left a very confused Nightbeat in his office as Drift hurried out into the hallway to take the call.

“How I’m going to run the ship?” What was Whirl looking for here, a governmental structure and associated constitution? «Right now, the ship’s got a crew of two, and I’m one of them. It's—I mean—it’s probably not going to be a highly structured affair. What are you looking for, exactly? And don’t say “the catch,” I don’t know what you consider a catch.»

[chronosmith-blog]

rurounidrift:

«Recruit is… more aggressive than I’m aiming for. I was thinking invite. And no. I mean—not no-no, but—I’m not going to invite them. This crew’s going to be small enough that any decision like that is going to have to be unanimous. So I’m not gonna say it’s never gonna happen, period—but it’s never gonna happen as long as somebody objects.»

“If I’m on the crew, then it’s never going to happen, period,” Whirl replied. “Because I’m never going to vote yes on it, so the vote is never going to be unanimous.” He let that sink in. Whirl was unsure exactly where Drift’s sentiments lay regarding Decepticons. He’d left them, after all, but that didn’t mean he was willing to turn his back on them entirely. 

But, to Drift’s credit, Whirl didn’t think he was more likely to sympathize with them because he was a former ‘Con. He was more likely to sympathize with them because he was Drift. He was leaning hard into that “peace harmony and a healthy spirit” nonsense these days. 

“Is that something you’re prepared to deal with?” Whirl asked, at last. “Is that a rule you’re prepared to hold on to even if my vote’s outnumbered two hundred to one?” 

[rurounidrift]

Never? Drift wanted to challenge that. What if it was Windchill? But trying to persuade Whirl that he might change his mind one day wasn't the way to persuade him that Drift wasn't going to look for some way to go back on his promise.

«That's not gonna happen, because you'd never approve two hundred new crewmates that'd vote for the Decepticons.» And Drift wouldn't want a crew of two hundred that he was completely responsible for. Not unless he was answering to somebody higher up—and if he was, then he wouldn't be the one with the authority to make those kinds of decisions, anyway.

But that wasn't the point of a rhetorical question. «If that did happen, though? I'd say no Decepticons. Unanimous means unanimous. Not almost unanimous.» (It's easy to make promises for situations he knows will never come to pass.)

[cruel-singer]

The wrong target

[cruel-singer]

rurounidrift:

A sardonic smile. “Yeah, well—I never thought I’d find myself on a crew captained by a Prime. Irony tends to follow me around.”

Drift winced. He knew exactly what datapad Tarn was talking about: the updated edition of Towards Peace. He’d gotten it to memorize the new addition. It had been hard to listen to—and he’d known what it was going to contain and didn’t have to deal with the feeling that Megatron was abandoning him. “… I’m sorry.” Drift shook his head. “You and the DJD have given more to the Cause than anyone else. If there’s anyone who deserved to—to at the very least get a comm, it was you.”

Of course. Of course Blurr had offered to fight fragging Megatron. “Please tell me you’re not going to let him.”

Tarn tilted his helm slightly, giving the swords mech an scrutinizing look. “I don’t really know if you’re being honest or just trying to say something nice to a mech that has been wanting to kill you for millennia…” He mused aloud. “But thank you. I guess.” The glow inside his barrels died out completely, the soft hum of weapon capacitors vanishing as the tank’s combat systems were finally put to rest.

“Have you ever tried saying ‘no’ to Blurr?” Tarn effectively deadpanned, although it was hard to tell behind his mask.

[rurounidrift]

“I’m serious!” Drift said. “Hey, you probably don’t remember—you probably get thousands of applicants—but I applied three different times to join the DJD. Three times. I... I respected you. Respect you. A lot.”

Drift hadn’t quite realized that he was unconsciously listening to the hum of Tarn’s weapons until the hum ended, and a weight lifted off the room. It was almost too quiet, now.

Drift snorted. “Fair point. But you could just not tell him when you’ve found Megatron and are going to confront him?”

[createdxgreat]

                                                He is

                                          GREATNESS

                                           from a small

                                        BEGINNING

[cruel-singer]

The wrong target

[cruel-singer]

rurounidrift:

If anybody ought to rank higher than Drift on the List? It was Megatron. He wasn’t hurt by the revelation.

Drift sighed quietly. “There was a time when I worshiped the ground Megatron walked on. And part of me still does.” He wasn’t ashamed to admit it—to a Decepticon. Most Decepticons felt the same. “But, speaking as somebody who abandoned the Decepticons and joined the Autobots? Megatron never should have abandoned the Decepticons and joined the Autobots.

“I can sympathize with him for realizing that the Decepticons had gone down a path he didn’t want them to, and for wanting to get away from what he’d become. It’s why I left. But Megatron isn’t me—Megatron is the founder and leader of the Decepticons. Everyone was looking up to him. If he thought he’d led them into the dark, it was his duty and obligation to them to lead them back into the light. Not to abandon them, run back toward the light himself, and leave behind everyone who’d trusted and depended on him to flounder in the darkness.”

He met Tarn’s optics. “So if you’re hunting him down… I’m not going to lie, I don’t want to see him hurt. I’d never want him to be hurt. But for his betrayal of the Decepticons, I believe he deserves it.”

Tarn hadn’t asked for a speech. But having to hunt down Megatron had to be hard. It might help him to know that even other traitors thought Megatron had gone too far.

Yeah, this tank might know a thing or two about worshipping every trace of air Megatron brushed.

Tarn let out a short, humorless chuckle. “Oh, the multiversal karma must be punishing me with irony. Of all the mechs out there, it had to be you, a traitor, the one to actually understand how we feel.” It almost hurt. Or maybe it did, but Tarn would never admit it out loud.

“Do you know how we found out? A datapad. Megatron didn’t even deign himself to give us a call. He just up and left.” Tarn’s optics narrowed to thin slits of hate, although this time it wasn’t directed at Drift. “We would have even been open to dialog. But no. He just fled and hid among the Autobots, like a coward. And that, we cannot forgive.” Maybe he sounded a little bitter towards the end. After millennia of loyalty, this was how they were paid. “So yes, we are going to make him pay.” Then, a thought.

“Oh, and by the way, Blurr has offered his help in looking for Megatron, even fighting if necessary. I thought you’d like to know.”

[rurounidrift]

A sardonic smile. "Yeah, well—I never thought I'd find myself on a crew captained by a Prime. Irony tends to follow me around."

Drift winced. He knew exactly what datapad Tarn was talking about: the updated edition of Towards Peace. He'd gotten it to memorize the new addition. It had been hard to listen to—and he'd known what it was going to contain and didn't have to deal with the feeling that Megatron was abandoning him. "... I'm sorry." Drift shook his head. "You and the DJD have given more to the Cause than anyone else. If there's anyone who deserved to—to at the very least get a comm, it was you."

Of course. Of course Blurr had offered to fight fragging Megatron. "Please tell me you're not going to let him."

[rurounidrift]

"Okay. So. This plan of yours." Whirl's comm came without any form of preamble whatsoever. "I need some details as to how you plan on running this ship. You gave me the short and sweet at movie night, but I'm sure there's some kind of catch."

Drift was in the middle of a conversation with Nightbeat about house hunting in Metroplex when the comm came in. He had to cut himself off mid-sentence and excuse himself to take the call—he didn’t know when Whirl would be ready to talk next if he didn’t take this now. He left a very confused Nightbeat in his office as Drift hurried out into the hallway to take the call.

“How I’m going to run the ship?” What was Whirl looking for here, a governmental structure and associated constitution? «Right now, the ship’s got a crew of two, and I’m one of them. It's—I mean—it’s probably not going to be a highly structured affair. What are you looking for, exactly? And don’t say “the catch,” I don’t know what you consider a catch.»

[chronosmith-blog]

“Wait–it’s just us?” Traveling on a ship with only Drift for company did not seem like a good idea to Whirl at all. He figured that it probably didn’t strike Drift as a fun time, either, because Whirl had no delusions about the quality of his own company. “Are you going to look for a crew, at all? Or are you just… going to have some kind of small ship, or something? And if you do look for a crew, what’s your whole plan? How’re you gonna vet these people?”

[rurounidrift]

«What? No. You haven’t agreed to come, you’re not part of the crew count yet. It’s me and Frenzy, right now. It’ll be three if you join. But yeah, I plan on keeping the crew small. I’ve got a handful of other bots I want to invite, and if we find other bots we think will fit in while we travel it could grow. It’ll probably be people that current members of the crew already personally know, so… I guess that’s a vetting process.»

[chronosmith-blog]

“Oh, all right. Sounds better.” There was no telling how many members of the current crew would go along, and if Whirl thought about it, there honestly weren’t that many he’d personally pick for a journey. It would just feel strangely wrong without the bustle of the rest of the crew, somehow. 

Never mind that Whirl spent a healthy chunk of time avoiding that bustle…

“So I’m guessing you might recruit? We’re probably going to nee dmore than three people to run things. If we’re picking up people who might fit–” Whirl went abruptly silent. Something he hadn’t considered occurred to him quite abruptly. “Are you going to open the ship to Decepticons, Drift?” Whirl asked slowly.

[rurounidrift]

«Recruit is... more aggressive than I'm aiming for. I was thinking invite. And no. I mean—not no-no, but—I'm not going to invite them. This crew's going to be small enough that any decision like that is going to have to be unanimous. So I'm not gonna say it's never gonna happen, period—but it's never gonna happen as long as somebody objects.»

[rurounidrift]

Aug 2 Blurr’s Horror Stream - The Void

Drift wasn’t actually here tonight. Tyran Drift was though!

Maybe next time Drift will meet him.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. B l u r r: / stomping heels are on the way. He's got datapads stacked in one claw, the other holding rolls of maps. Grade A professor here / A113N: Homework, Blurr? B l u r r: Hardly. /scoffs and tries to balance everything/ More like tasks to assign. A113N: Looks like a lot of tasks. Got people doing overtime? XP B l u r r: As of lately, I've been the only person doing overtime.. A113N: But you're the captain? That's lame. Better get everyone to work! B l u r r: ... Yes, that's the intention. /using his heel to kick a datapad back onto the pile / A113N: Glad you stil have time for the movie. Its been a while since I've been to one of these. boomtank: -is going to see if he can actually stay the entire movie this time- Wing: *he tired* B l u r r: Of course I show movies. I just don't really pay attention half the time. I'm busy. A113N: Being busy isn't fun. But getting busy is~~ ;) B l u r r: ... Ew. Wing: *there is an empty chair here with his name on it this time. yes there is* A113N: *chirps at wing* Are you the Wing that I've been talking to recently? drift changed their nickname to TyDrift. Wing: Could be. We went on a trip with that ship's crew to the other world a while back? A113N: Yes! Wing: *tired smile* Allen! I didn't know you'd be here. B l u r r: / anyway. Settles on his couch. Drops all his stuff down to work on / A113N: ...lively crowd. (did you turn everyone into zombies, blurr?) >;) A113N: I didn't expect that I would be there. But I'm glad to see you, Wing Wing: I'm glad to see you, too. Both of you. A113N: Both? Me and who else? If you were taling to someone else, i missed it B l u r r: Me, nitwit. /sticks energon stick in mouth and starts spreading things out on a table/ Wing: *headshake* No, sorry. You and Blurr. *he's tired shoosh* A113N: Oh, yes. Always good to see Blurr. *looks at blurr and smiles* Right, Blurr?~~ B l u r r: I will kill you in ten seconds flat if you hit on me one more time. B l u r r: / chewing energon stick/ Always good to see you too, Whirl. /smirks at. Hisses at Allen / A113N: .... Whirl??? B l u r r: Wing*** A113N: *hisses back at Blurr* B l u r r: [[ sorry im working on something ]] B l u r r: [[ trying to get my notes wrapped up before this [[ A113N: ur good. i thot blurr was teasing allen)) A113N: by calling him someother name. idk)) B l u r r: [[ nah he was talking to Wing ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave peers into the room, checking for sorts he doesn't want to be near* Wing: ((omgs)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Any Ratchets?* Sideswipe: [ loud AHEM behind Soundwave ] Sideswipe: You wanna move, twiggy? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No.]] A113N: *snorts at sides and sounders. heh* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Stays there longer.* Sideswipe: You wanna BE moved? Wing: *soft vents* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Lifts one arm.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Walk under if it's so important.* Sideswipe: ... [limbos under that and skates into the room ] A113N: *oh, its getting interesting in here now* boomtank: -he's awake, he swears- boomtank: -for the moment- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Seems to be okay. Trudges in and takes his seat.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sheds half a million deployers, or so it seems.* A113N: *!!! minis! so cute! and deadly!* Sideswipe: [ skids on his wheels and looks around ] This place turns into more of a dump the more I see it. boomtank: -stares as 'wave loses half of his weight and bulk- B l u r r: / wiggles claws at Soundwave and co. / B l u r r: Oh, Soundwave. I have something interesting for you. B l u r r: [ is everyone ready? ]] Wing: ((yee)) boomtank: ((yeah Sunstreaker: ((my connection is a little unstable but I'm here!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...What is it.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *is ready* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((er. that should've been parentheses)) B l u r r: It's something you'll like. Claws out, mech. A113N: *sits by wing and leans helm on* :) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hesitantly holds them out* B l u r r: [[ okay we start now ]] Sunstreaker: /just gonna follow in after Sideswipe/ Why are we back here again? Sideswipe: I came for the food. B l u r r: / reaches out claw and sets a metal case in Soundwave's servos / B l u r r: It's this music box that holds recorded musical history from the planet we recently raided. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Big red exclamation point on visor. He's gonna peek at it.* Sideswipe: ... Movie seems interesting. [grabbing snacks and wheeling over to a couch ] Sideswipe: C'mon, Sunny. Sunstreaker: ... If you say so. Looks messed up to me. /following him anyway/ A113N: D: boomtank: ...isn't that flamable...? Sideswipe: C'mon. It's more action than I've seen in weeks. boomtank: ....yeah, never mind, movie answered me Wing: *he doesn't mind that at all. fact, he might lean a little too* A113N: *soft purr at Wing* B l u r r: Well, I thought you'd like it, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does. Thank you.]] B l u r r: Mm, good. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Into the subspace it goes. And when he gets home (and makes sure there's nothing spywise in it) it'll go on a shelf.* B l u r r: / wiggles claws at Wing again / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Which is something of an honor.* Wing: *bleary optics but he caught that. little wave* Everything okay? B l u r r: Mm for the most part. B l u r r: / sticks another stick in his denta and spreads out maps/ Wing: *watches Blurr*... Are you okay? B l u r r: Mm? More or less. Just been logging courses. Sideswipe: [ flops down and immediately starts munching on snacks ] boomtank: ......? TyDrift: [just going to quietly walk in late and find a seat, don't pay him any mind] B l u r r: / pays lots of mind. Perks helm up, stick still in his mouth/ A113N: the fuk? B l u r r: / chokes on the energon stick / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...What...]] TyDrift: don't  start blurr B l u r r: Well well well, look who got dragged in. K-Kyeheheh. Wing: *oh* boomtank: ....... TyDrift: ... TyDrift: [ maybe he should leave ] boomtank: That...probably could have gone better B l u r r: / no no stay / Sideswipe: ... [swats Sunny ] Dude. A113N: the poor kid Sideswipe: [ leans over to mumble ] That guy looks like he's from our verse. B l u r r: Aww, his first murder scene? B l u r r: That cop is shady as frag. boomtank: Communications are out. That's not good. Sideswipe: Hey. [throws a snack at TyDrift] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A ghost. Really.]] TyDrift: [glares at sideswipe] was that really necessary boomtank: That's no ghost boomtank: Too solid Drift: ((too stabby)) boomtank: ((yup TyDrift: Where are your guns ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...They aren't going to lock the - Primus below.]] A113N: Who the what the? Sideswipe: It got your attention, right? boomtank: WHAT was THAT?! Sideswipe: [ leans forward to look at tyDrift ] What's your name? Otherwise, I'm gonna name yah. B l u r r: / chewing on another rust stick/ B l u r r: This is getting exciting... Are they monsters? A113N: *seeing blurr munch on those rust sticks makes him want one* B l u r r: What a survivor... I've survived worse stabs before. A113N: *he's just gonna eye blurr for one* TyDrift: [sideeyes] ... Drift A113N: oh frag no. the frag? TyDrift: Doesn't the cop have a gun? A113N: ugly ogranic A113N: burn it! boomtank: Are...what...no. Just no. boomtank: Don't stab the medic ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Idiot.]] boomtank: What did I just say? A113N: thats all fragged up boomtank: Ohno B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. B l u r r: A monster. I hope it wins. /rubs claws together / Sideswipe: Drift, huh? [ tilts helm ] Don't think I've ever met you before. Drift: ((flickering :/)) boomtank: -staring in mild horror- Drift: ((will alert when the flickering is over)) ItsyBitsySpyers: thx)) TyDrift: [just going to.. cover his mouth] B l u r r: /Ugh does it have to go for the eyes?/ B l u r r: / rubbing optic and optic patch / boomtank: Primus have mercy, that thing is nasty looking ItsyBitsySpyers: can someone summarize please?)) Drift: ((still flashing wildly)) Drift: ((the dude with the axe followed a monster and is now hacking it up)) TyDrift: there's flashing... and chopping... Drift: ((i can't tell who the dudes are, i think they're the pack of folks with the guns that suddenly busted in)) Drift: ((monster's dead. so's the monster's victim.)) Drift: ((okay, flashing's done)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((thank you)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They are quickly running out of humans.]] boomtank: And now the medic is dead too B l u r r: Good. Humans are disgusting. TyDrift: ((that lasted way too long jfc)) boomtank: And the other human TyDrift: Not all humans. Sideswipe: Stuff's gross. [wheels over to where tyDrift is sitting and flops next to him ] B l u r r: Pretty much all of them. boomtank: Um? boomtank: What...just happ-oh they burned it TyDrift: [continues to side-eye] can I help you? Sideswipe: Not really. [chews on another snack ] I'm Sideswipe. Wing: *tired frown* A113N: *pats Wings hand* B l u r r: Oh for pit sake, why do these people always choose the wrong time to eject the parasite? TyDrift: [looks over at sunstreaker] and that's your... brother, I'm assuming? TyDrift: Why don't you go sit with him. Sideswipe: Yeah. He's my twin. [ frowns a little ] ... I dunno. We've been split apart for a long time hiding, so. Sideswipe: Being close together again is a little... overwhelming. TyDrift: [aand he's covering his mouth again] Wing: *here just let him curl his fingers around that hand because it's good to have someone near, even if he's tired as all hell* boomtank: oh that's not good TyDrift: [sideswipe] alright. Just... don't chew too loud TyDrift: (or maybe do this, is stressful) Sideswipe: [ light chewing ] So... You're from Tyran, right? You look like it boomtank: That sounded more like a threat TyDrift: Yes. Were you on Earth? TyDrift: [covers his mouth] TyDrift: Primus just do it or don't boomtank: They're getting information Sideswipe: ... Still am yeah. Sideswipe: On Earth, I mean. TyDrift: Oh? Where? boomtank: .... Sideswipe: Hiding, honestly. Sideswipe: I move around. Waqs alone for a while. TyDrift: is he B l u r r: What in the pits... B l u r r: Look, maybe people shouldn't have parasites. B l u r r: Look at the drama it causes. TyDrift: I think the problem is more the TIMING, Blurr... B l u r r: They're disgusting. B l u r r: And come at the most inopportune moments. boomtank: Oooookay no A113N: DDDD::::: A113N: zombie babaies!!!! Wing: ((how did she not feel that)) boomtank: That's just nasty TyDrift: [no more words, just blank, wide eye staring] A113N: organics are sick and gross. imagine them putting some nasty undead thing in side of your frame! B l u r r: See? Disgusting. Wing: *soft little sounds of oh no* boomtank: Allen, please don't make this worse A113N: *chuckles* A113N: /that/ would be a horror movie~ A113N: sick B l u r r: / eiugh... he's going to focus solely on his maps / TyDrift: I'm in hell boomtank: Yes, it would be. Now. Do...ohPrimus Sideswipe: Really? Sideswipe: That's what your idea of hell is? boomtank: Yeah, no TyDrift: Pretty close TyDrift: ((omgv no odn'yt cut the *** stomach)) A113N: that is one ugly SOB Sideswipe: I dunno. I've seen worse hells. A113N: what the slag? Sideswipe: Dude just swing the axe. Sideswipe: Tch. First mistake, you left your weapon. TyDrift: Why did you leave the ax, why boomtank: So. Yeah. This is messed up Sideswipe: Axe is second to a sword, but you had something good there. Sideswipe: Humans... boomtank: But I really don't know what is going on TyDrift: Mmm TyDrift: See?! You left it, and now they have it Wing: ((not gonna lie, I'm gonna be pissed if she lives)) boomtank: . . . boomtank: Nope. boomtank: Nooooope A113N: ???? boomtank: That is disgusting TyDrift: ... B l u r r: See? That's what having those parasites do to you. B l u r r: Disgusting. Sideswipe: ... Hatchlings aren't even that bad. A113N: Oh, come on, Blurr. You secretly wanna have one of those things in your tanks~ *snickers* Sideswipe: They can be pretty entertaining... when they're a little older. B l u r r: ... Ew, no. boomtank: What the....? A113N: heheheheh boomtank: So, he's the only one left alive? Wing: *well, he had been drifting off until Allen said that*... Can you? TyDrift: The girl who left her weapon is somehow still alive... A113N: Can I what, Wing? boomtank: ...how? B l u r r: This girl is annoying. Wing: Create life like them. A113N: well, probably. not organic in our case... unless theres some way you can make on in a test tube... which they probably can boomtank: Um.... A113N: but i hear some cybertronians can have younglings A113N: that cop dude should have went to the other hospital Wing: *curious look. but he's still too tired for this* So had I... Remind me to ask you about it later. A113N: :O TyDrift: What... boomtank: -scooting back into the seat- A113N: ugliest thing ive ever seen boomtank: YEAH boomtank: What...what was that thing? TyDrift: But... that other girl... boomtank: Actually. Never mind. I don't want to know. TyDrift: ... Is she going to be revealed as a creature too? B l u r r: If you're going to murder someone, murder them right. B l u r r: Clearly, you've never murdered someone, Daniel. Sideswipe: Humans have no problem murdering people... [ chews another snack ] Just so you know. TyDrift: [ he wpm boomtank: So...um....what just happened? TyDrift: [he won't agree or disagree with that statement] boomtank: Are....all the bodies going to pop up like that? boomtank: Oh, she got her ax back Sideswipe: I dunno who to root for, honestly. Sideswipe: Kinda rootin' for the monsters. A113N: root for the trees! :D TyDrift: ... but boomtank: Well then. I still have no idea what was going on in that movie. TyDrift: that's it? TyDrift: I came into this movie with questions, and left with many more unanswered boomtank: Think so? B l u r r: I'm sure that means the monsters won B l u r r: Which means a point for me! Kyeheheheh. TyDrift: Well I guess that means you got what you wanted B l u r r: Of course! I love when monsters win. boomtank: M'kay boomtank: That was interesting Sideswipe: Wow, for once the infamous dog wins. TyDrift: [he has to go walk this movie off] Wing: *streetches. he really needs a berth* Sideswipe: Wait uh... Drift, right? TyDrift: [forget all the human... dismemberment] TyDrift: Mhm boomtank: I'm...gonna go now. Thanks for the movie, g'night Sideswipe: ...Is your place safe? B l u r r: / waves claw at / boomtank: ((thanks for the stream, I gotta sleep now, g'night! B l u r r: [[ ni ni ! ]] TyDrift: ((night!)) TyDrift: I haven't had any troubles yet, if that's what you're asking. Sideswipe: [ nudges wheel against the ground ] Huh... Must be peaceful where you're at. TyDrift: Mm. Hardly. A113N: night night guys. thanks for hte movie, blurr mun!)) B l u r r: night! ]] Wing: ((niiiiiight fuzz)) TyDrift: ((waves ♥)) Sideswipe: Yeah, here either. [ huffs ] You got other Autobots with you? TyDrift: Yes, three... And I'm assuming you travel with your brother? Sideswipe: Until recently, I was alone. But, I met Sunny up again. Wing: *aaaand he needs to be gone* Thanks again... And take care of yourself. Sideswipe: I had a group with me, but... [ shrugs a shoulder ] You know. Humans get what they want. B l u r r: / waves at Wing / Oh, take some snacks with you. Wing: *blink* Are you sure? *he doesn't look sure* B l u r r: Of course. TyDrift: I'm sorry to hear that. We must endeavor not to judge all humans as a whole though. As frustrating as it may be at times... TyDrift: ... If you ever need a place to hide, I can give you and your brother some coordinates. Sideswipe: ... Yeah, I'm not really gonna do that. I'm gonna judge 'em all. Sideswipe: [ scoffs and moves to stand ] They're all scum unless their names are Lennox, Epps or Sam. Wing: *he looks over those snacks and... eventually caves* Thanks. *he won't take many though. maybe two or three* B l u r r: / smirks and nods / B l u r r: See you next time! B l u r r: and... take care of yourself, too. Wing: *little wave and out he goes. for slep* TyDrift: [narrows optics] And I suppose you are free to do that. But you will lose out on many allies if you keep to those ways. Sideswipe: My allies are dead, mech. You're lookin' at the last of the Autobots. Sideswipe: That and Jazz. [points at Blurr ] Who that one is keeping locked up. B l u r r: He is /not/ locked up. He's free to go back to his destroyed Earth any time. TyDrift: [exasperates sigh] b l u r r B l u r r: Leave me out of that. TyDrift: Fine [stands to leave] B l u r r: Don't be so sour. B l u r r: You're always so quick to judge. TyDrift: [pointedly ignores in favor of speaking to sideswipe] TyDrift: Hopefully next time we meet it will be in better company B l u r r: / smirks and moves to stand./ Sideswipe: ... Oh, I'm usually the worse company. I just show up to make myself feel better. B l u r r: What a pity. He doesn't like me. /mock sadness/ What's the matter, Drift? You don't remember what great pals we are? TyDrift: [still ignoring him] You can't be any worse than the mechs I already have to deal with. Sideswipe: [rumbles engine a little ] I guess so... [ tilts helm ] Sideswipe: Maybe we can meet up ome other time... [ gritting denta a little ] Sideswipe: *some B l u r r: / reaching over to flick claws by Drift's helm / TyDrift: Yes, I think that would be for the best [narrows optics and swats blurr's claws away, refusing to look at him] Do you want I should link you my contact? Sideswipe: Sure. Yeah. Sideswipe: [ narrows optics and vents steam out of his nasal ] B l u r r: / smirks and just hovers behind Drift / TyDrift: [sends sideswipe a brief soft range comm, enabling him to save the link for long range later] It was nice meeting another from my universe. I hope to see you again sometime. Hopefully soon. TyDrift: [ and hopefully without a certain hovering mech, ruude ] Sideswipe: ... Yeah. [nods helm ] I'll share it with Sunny. He might need help more than me. B l u r r: / is not rude. Iswaiting impatiently for his turn / TyDrift: My allies and I will do what we can to help, regardless. [glances to the side] Now, if you'll forgive me, I have something that need my attention. It was nice talking with you. TyDrift: Don't hesitate to comm Sideswipe: ... Thanks, Drift. [huffs at him a little ] Yeah, I can see that. Good luck with that. [ turns on his wheels and yanks his brother out with him ] TyDrift: [ turns to blurr and just... stares, disapprovingly ] TyDrift: [crosses arms] did you have something to say or were you just hovering for the sake of hovering B l u r r: / smirks in his face / I'm surprised you came over. TyDrift: [rolls his optics]  was I not supposed to come? B l u r r: Oh no no, you can come. I'm just surprised. /lifts claw and nudges him with index digit/ B l u r r: See how I didn't arrest you? Isn't that so NICE of me? TyDrift: [pushes claw away] Yes, it would have been very rude of you to ARREST one of your GUESTS. B l u r r: / snarls and gets in his fac/ Listen, mech, I can be very good to you or I can be very mean. I was a guest to your precious base before you attacked me. TyDrift: [glares, not backing down] I brought you to our base to have a threat assessmnet. You invited me to see a movie. TyDrift: Those are two vastly different scenarios B l u r r: Maybe they are, but I still could have eaten you alive here. /licks sharp denta / I bet you'd taste fantastically conflicted. TyDrift: [NOW he backs away, optics still narrowed disapprovingly as he gets some much needed space] 'Conflicted'? Over what? You, attacking me? B l u r r: K-Kyehheeheh. No, not necessarily. /laces claws together/ Listen, Drift... you and I have a good chunk of history at this point, don't you think? TyDrift: [yes, they do, he can't argue that] You're point, Blurr? B l u r r: So stop being so tense, mech. /smirks and sliiiides an arm right on that shoulder / I'm playing with you. TyDrift: [doesn't shove the arm off, but only just so Drift can spite him by; he's NOT tense] Threats count at playing to you? Forgive me for not wanting to know what ELSE constitutes 'play' to you. B l u r r: /snickers and lifts a claw to poke his crest / You need to learn about me more, mech. B l u r r: A lot of things are playing. /smirks and snaps denta at him a little / I like to play with my food. TyDrift: [he honestly can't say anything to that, just stares at him, equal parts confused and unamused] Who said I was your 'food'? B l u r r: / snickers at him and just flicks his helm / K-Kyeheheh. Don't worry about it yet. You're not ripe. TyDrift: [cringes, and untangles himself from blurr's arm] Right... I think I should be going now TyDrift: It was... an interesting movie B l u r r: /snorts/Yes, I'm sure it was. /flicks claws at him / Come back again, Drift. /smirks/ I'm starting to think we can get along. TyDrift: [sighs and waves behind his back as he leaves, if only to humor him] And what a relief that is... B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. Bye byeee, Drift. Bite you next time. TyDrift: [walks faster] B l u r r: / leans over to yell out the doorway/ DON'T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU ON THE WAY OUT!

[rurounidrift]

July 29 Hiro’s Lost Light Stream - Bolt

Drift, Whirl, and Soundwave sat on the floor of the rec room in alt mode. Drift was under a giant blanket fort with Hiro. These children were vicious killers in a multi-million-year war.

After the movie, Whirl and Hiro recruited Drift into their plot to help Hiro find his way home.

The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Whirl: *well, if it's time for a movie, Whirl's gonna head over to the usual spot and sprawl all over the Whirl Couch* Hey, twerp. H i r o: [ pokes head up and looks around ] Oh, hey Whirl! [ waves ] H i r o: [ has made a very well constructed blanket fort ] Whirl: *observes this for a moment before he hops up, trots over, and squats down next to it like a big horrid bird* You'n me need to have a talk, sometime soon. H i r o: [ blinks and looks back up and OH HES RIGHT THERE. Blinks ] Oh yeah? About, uh... things? [ quotes with fingers ] Whirl: *snorts* Yep. 'Things.' *he, too makes air quotes, but with claws* I guess getting stuck here's not all that bad for you. You ARE staying, yeah? H i r o: Uh, well... I don't really have anywhere else to go. Whirl: Yeah. ...yeah, I get that. H i r o: [ shrugs a shoulder ] My friends are here. Baymax is getting used to things here. Whirl: I'm not sure what's going to--y'know. Where I'll be in a few weeks, but until then, we can work on things. Might as well. H i r o: Oh, sure. [smiles a little ] I mean, if we can't finish the whole thing, it should be fine. Whirl: I won't leave you hanging, if I can help it. That's a big "if" though, kiddo. H i r o: Heh... I know. But, really. We'll be okay. H i r o: Just not sure how I'm supposed to, you know... live here. Whirl: That makes two of us, Hiro. Whirl: But... yeah. I'll comm you up. *bobs his helm and stand again; he will retreat to his couch* H i r o: ... Yeah, okay. I'm not really busy these days. Bug me any time. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave trudges in and drops. He's tired. But he heard the call and came to see the thing.* Whirl: *salutes as he plots himself down* You got it. Whirl: *and he'll spare a head-bob for Soundwave* H i r o: [ pokes head out of his fort to wave at Soundwave ] Drift: *shows up and heads for his usual se— oh.* Drift: *... yeah, no, he's not— he's not gonna sit there.* H i r o: [ sit with me in this big af blanket fort ] Drift: *is the blanket fort big enough for a cybertronian?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave hasn't seen the little fleshling in a long time. He leans forward, trying to pin them, then offers a nod when he realizes it's Hiro. And then one each to Whirl and Drift.* H i r o: [ it sURE IS ] Drift: *it really IS big af. hiro's his best option, walks on over.* Hey. Mind if I squeeze in with you? H i r o: Oh go ahead! H i r o: [ wiggles over like he's taking up all this space when he smol ] H i r o: [ honestly we can all squeeze in here ] Drift: *scoots on under* Where did you find this much fabric?? Whirl: *if he is invited, he might actually take you up on that offer* H i r o: Well, I sort of tore through some old junk I found. H i r o: [ not on the ship but. Shhhh. ] H i r o: [ Everyone here is invited to the blanket fort. It's called HQ ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *...He'll stay outside the blanket fort. That many points are bad news around fabric.* Whirl: *for now he's gonna stretch out on the couch* H i r o: Actually, I think some of this is tarp... /looking around the fort/ Anyway, no one was using it and Baymax said it seemed useful for us. Whirl: Where's he got to, anyway? Drift: *looks at the fabric. oh yeah, some of it IS tarp.* Drift: ... I think I used some of this for my Pyramidhead costume. H i r o: Baymax? He's charging in the room. Drift: *pokes at a bit of white tarp* H i r o: Oh, really? I can give it back. [ scratches hair ] H i r o: Baymax just said I should 'socialize for my mental health' or something. He thinks I'm working too much. Whirl: Well, next time you want another night on the town, let me know. H i r o: Heh, you got me in trouble last time. H i r o: (( people ready?? ))) Whirl: ((yep!)) Whirl: I always get everyone in trouble. All the time. H i r o: Yeah, but what if I get arrested or something? [ snort ] H i r o: I bet I could jailbreak. Drift: ((ye)) Whirl: Oh, I could get you out, no problem. Starscream's prisons arent ME-proof. Drift: Just don't get arrested in Metroplex. The longer we keep Starscream from finding out we've smuggled a human onto Cybertron, the better. H i r o: Starscream sounds like a tool. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yep)) Drift: Nuh-uh. H i r o: ... No one's seen me yet. Drift: Tools are useful. H i r o: Not that I'm going ou. H i r o: *out. Whirl: Ugh, he's the worst. He--PFFT. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Has seen Hiro.* H i r o: [ soundwave u see everything ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Isn't interested in spilling those beans.* H i r o: ...He sounds like an outdated tool. H i r o: Only useful for damaging the actual tool. Whirl: Well, if anyone gives you trouble, just sent them to me. Whirl: I need to vent, anyway. Drift: And if Whirl's ever unavailable, the rest of us would have your back too. H i r o: I just go scavenge. H i r o: Aw thanks guys. But, really... I'm not getting in trouble Whirl: Not yet, anyway. *props his helm up on one claw and regards the screen with a half-lidded optic; he seems tired* So, what's this? H i r o: I mean, I /might/ gamble now and then [mumbling ] H i r o: I don't know. Baymax looked it up and said it might "help". H i r o: It's called Bolt. Never seen it, though. Whirl: Hmm. Drift: ((... for some reason, even tho you said MULTIPLE times we're watching bolt, somehow i never registered it, and until about 20 seconds ago i was convinced we were gonna watch cars 2)) Whirl: ((PFFT)) Drift: ((im so glad we're not watching cars 2)) H i r o: [[ oh my god, puff. ]] Whirl: *tilts his head; okay, this seems a little bit interesting* H i r o: [[ also i just realized this is technically like a super hero thing and hiro is here for this ]] Drift: *winces. ohhh, it's a superhero movie.* H i r o: [[ i mean not REALLY ]] Drift: *rodimus is going to be torqued if he finds out drift watched a...* Drift: *... rodimus isn't going to find out.* H i r o: [ rolls onto his stomach to watch the screen. Wrinkles nose ] I never had a dog. H i r o: Tried to give Mochi rocket feet, though. Drift: Me neither. Whirl: I've only had Killer. Who really doesn't need augments, it's tough enough as is. H i r o: I put these hover boots on Mochi once. Whirl: That's your... rat, right? H i r o: ... He bit me. H i r o: No, Mochi is my cat. H i r o: ... was. More my Aunt's cat, I guess. Whirl: Oh, right. Cat. H i r o: Big, fat cat. Whirl: Nice gunships. Drift: ... Okay, so when she arrived to get the dog, she already had a collar with his name, right? H i r o: [[ omg yes the cat cycles ]] H i r o: [[ my favorites!! ]] Drift: What if the last Bolt died in the line of duty and she was picking up a replacement. H i r o: That's kinda messed up, but.. might be possible. H i r o: (( let me know if the stream drops pls )) H i r o: (( it keeps saying it is )) Whirl: ((so far it's been fine)) Drift: I mean, it seems kind of weird to go get a pet and know what you're gonna name him before you ever met him. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((all i can think abut is how slow everything is probably actually moving on account of it's. a dog.)) Drift: ((it's a SUPERpowered dog. superspeed.)) Drift: ((we see zoom lines around him when he runs.)) Drift: ((or did at one point, anyway)) Whirl: Not bad. Whirl: Dogs seem pretty cool. Drift: ... I'm disappointed he didn't actually speak. H i r o: ... I mean, yeah. That would be cool. Whirl: Oh. Huh. ...that's disappointing. Drift: ... Oh. H i r o: ... Wait, so he's NOT a super hero? Whirl: I guess maybe not? Whirl: ... *very slowly sits up. Glances about the room* H i r o: That's kinda messed up, dude. H i r o: Let the dog have super powers. Drift: Why would the dog know what a boom mike is? H i r o: I mean he's never seen one, so how would he know? Whirl: Good question. *sits up, and very abruptly shifts into alt-mode. Minor windstorm in the room while he hovers* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Do you mind.]] Drift: Hey, don't blow down the tarp hut. Whirl: *strafes sideways, carefully avoiding the couches, and sets down outside the pillow fort* Whirl: I won't. Whirl: *and CLUNK. He just drops there. No landing gear. There's just a chopper sitting on the floor* H i r o: ... hey. Welcome to the fort corner. Whirl: Drive-in. ...indoors. Drift: ... Huh. H i r o: Heh. Sounds like a plan. Drift: ... *transforms* H i r o: [ oh my god ] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Is it a drive-in if you don't drive?]] Whirl: I bet I could drive. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Hmm. All right.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *He -used- to drive, so... transform and join the group. Why not.* Whirl: *welcome to the parking lot* Whirl: *Whirl tilts his rotor arrays so they're pointed back a bit. A quick whirr and he scoots a little. Then a little more. Scoot, scoot, scoot* Whirl: See? Driving. Drift: Ooooh, that dog's gonna have anxiety. Whirl: Yeah. Poor thing. *scoots backwards into his spot* H i r o: ... Yikes. H i r o: Looks like a boom mic isn't the problem now. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Vaguely interested in these birds for reasons he doesn't know.* Whirl: So... Skywarp, Thundercracker, and Starscream, right? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ha.]] H i r o: [ laughs ] He's like a bird? Drift: He flies. Whirl: Heh. She's running a racket. Whirl: I like her. Drift: ... I like him. H i r o: Starscream... sounds really annoying. Drift: He's not just annoying. Whirl: He's the worst, Hiro. Drift: He's basically the worst person in the galaxy. Whirl: And the idiots living on Cybertron elected him king. Whirl: ..pfft, look at her go! She's devious. H i r o: Well, I haven't met him. but I've seen his ugly pictures all over the place. I mean, sort of. H i r o: I hear people talk, that's all. Whirl: Hopefully you'll get a ride off-planet or something before you have to deal with him too much. H i r o: Do I have to meet him or something? Drift: Primus, no. Drift: Not if we can help it. Whirl: ((i always loved the music in this and T'S NO SURPRISE... COS IT'S JOHN POWELL)) Whirl: Yeah, ugh. H i r o: [[ YEEE ]] Whirl: @H: I can't do this that often with you-know-who here but, don't worry. I won't let it come to that. Whirl: Ha! Look at her! *he looks as gleeful as a helicopter can* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Disappointing. He wanted to see her freed.]] Drift: Same. Whirl: Yeah, me too. She earned it. Crafty little thing. Whirl: *snickers* H i r o: @W: Oh, thanks, Whirl. I'm not sure how I would handle meeting that guy. Drift: ... Do you think the hamster knows it's a show, or is he assuming they're in character and playing... Drift: No, no, he thinks it's real. H i r o: ... This poor dog. Whirl: This is hilarious. Drift: ... I appreciate the dog's utter devotion to his master, but wow do I feel bad for the cat. Whirl: Yeah. Kinda swept along by circumstances she can't exactly fight. Sucks. Whirl: I'm rooting for her. H i r o: I like both of 'em, really. Drift: ... That's not a good-looking badge on that door. Whirl: Ha! Whirl: I gotta give it to the little furball, too. H i r o: ... Nah, she didn't replace an old dog. There's no way. H i r o: So quit the job, dude. You're like a tv star right now. You could get way more jobs. Drift: Yeah, but she said OTHER people would lose jobs. Drift: They don't deserve that. H i r o: [ tears open a bag of stale gummies. Hes had them for so long ] H i r o: Yeah but I mean. You gotta be a pretty crappy producer not to have a back up plan. Drift: The backup plan is getting a replacement dog. H i r o: That's messed up for her, though Drift: Yeah, it IS. But other people have jobs that they need to SURVIVE. H i r o: I don't see why she can't look for the dog AND film the show. It's a tv series. H i r o: Doesn't take that long to make an episode. [ chews on a gummy ] Drift: ... Yeah, true. Drift: She can do both. But in the meantime she's gotta continue with the show. H i r o: [ makes a face ] These are two years old and stale... [swallows it anyway ] Drift: Want us to get some fresh ones? Whirl: Yeah. We can get to Earth, no problem. H i r o: Well, maybe when I finish these . Whirl: (9AGAIN)) Whirl: Pfft. Whirl: Well, het, we've got holoforms. We could go with you. Whirl: *hey Drift: Yeah, I was assuming we would. Done it before. Drift: I've still got the bikini I got last time! Whirl: I don't think I've seen yours, Drift. Whirl: Well. He performed the deepest act of friendship anyone can. Whirl: Busting your pal out of jail. He's all right. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He doesn't think he's seen either of yours.]] H i r o: ... Oh yeah, I had to take you shopping. Whirl: *with a little flicker, Whirl's holoform appearrs, sitting on his cockpit's windshield. She waves* H i r o: [ wave ] Drift: Oh—yeah. I guess I don't have a lot of reason to use it around the ship. Whirl: Pretty sweet, right? *whirl and his holo are speaking in unison* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Fascinating. Why this?]] Whirl: Brainstorm made one that generated our own based on our personalities, or something. This is what I got. Drift: *turns on his, too, avatar sitting on his hood. rolls forward a bit out of the pillow fort so he can see the others and waves back.* Drift: Mine's custom. *he looks like Pepper Potts.* Whirl: It also came with some sweet uzis. Oh, hey Drift! Looking good. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Yours is familiar. He can't place why.]] Whirl: *flicker, flicker--and his holo is gone* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They're auto-generating, then?]] Drift: Got it from a movie. H i r o: ... That's so cool. Whirl: Some of em are. Drift: Yeah. I've got an auto-generated one, too. Don't use it, though. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Wonders if his does that. Not about to test that out here though. Maybe at home after this is done.* H i r o: My clothes are getting smaller. H i r o: I guess I do need a trip soon. Whirl: ((banans...)) Drift: Oh! I've got a bikini from earth for it, too. Hold on. *he hops off his hood, pops open his bumper, and starts rummaging around in it* Whirl: *that was the cutsiest feel-good song Whurl has heard all year. Absolutely catchy and saccharine and impossibly cheery. And it utterly depressed him* H i r o: [ join the club lmao ] Whirl: *at least he can hide it in alt-mode* Drift: ... She's declawed? After all that with the birds. Whirl: Good little scam artist. H i r o: Well, yeah. You're not supposed to declaw cats. Drift: ... Oh! Hey! *pulls out one of his human sword collection from his bumper.* I'm the right size to use these! Whirl: I'm not sure what it is besides... the obvious. But I'm against it on principle. H i r o: [ smiles at Drift] Having fun? Drift: *just what everyone needs to see today: Pepper Potts swinging around a sh!tty knockoff samurai sword* Whirl: ((everyone needs that all the time)) Whirl: Pfft. You know, I like all three of these guys. Whirl: ((giorgio tsoukalos pose)) Drift: Okay. Okay. Bikini. *stows the sword and starts rummaging again* Drift: Found it! H i r o: ... I can't believe you kept it Whirl: I've never changed my holoform's clothes. Her clothes are ALREADY perfect. Drift: Course I did. We might go back to Earth. H i r o: [[ i love this guy ]] Whirl: (9ME2)) H i r o: [[ THATS ME ]] Drift: ((nice)) H i r o: [[ I love the sinister cat bikers ]] Drift: ((same, they're the best)) Drift: Hiro, nudity warning. *turns off the avatar's clothes and starts trying to figure out how to put the bikini on)) Drift: ((..... that should be a *)) H i r o: [shields his eyes so he can only see the screen ] H i r o: ... Aw. That's happened to me once. H i r o: Really sucks... H i r o: [frowns] Poor Bolt. Drift: *he's trying to wrap the bra around his legs when he sees the movie and gets distracted.* ... Awww. Whirl: Do you need help? H i r o: I can't help you, Drift. I told you last time. [ staring at the screen ] Drift: Nope! Nope, I've got this. Already done this once. *determinedly starts tying it in place.* Whirl: I'm pretty sure you're doing it wrong. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What ARE you doing with that.]] Drift: Nuh-uh, I totally know what I... Whirl: Here, just--*zzip. His holoform appears by Drift* There's no way that goes there. Drift: *stops. holds the bra up.* ... Oh. Wait. Whirl: *she walks around Drift critically* Where's the other part of the bikini? H i r o: [ this movie is gettin emotional and stuff ] Drift: *starts tying it around his chest instead.* I've got this now. Whirl: Here, lemme tie it in the back for ya., Drift: Yeah, thanks. H i r o: [ and very stressful. ] H i r o: [ oh god he hopes no one dies in the fire holy crap ] H i r o: [ severely focused face ] Whirl: *she gets right to it, with those wonderful fingers she possesses* Drift: *he'll start tying the bottom in place.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Watches Hiro. If he's remembering the documentary right...* Drift: *... and stops again as he's distracted by the movie.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Human. Are you operating within standard parameters?]] H i r o: [ tugs a piece of tarp over his head ] H i r o: [ this movie is stressing him out ] H i r o: [[ LMFAO I FORGOT ABOUT THE FIRE TBFH . GO ME. ]] Whirl: Drift's decent, Hiro! Check him out! Drift: *... oh, scrap, right. hiro's brother.* H i r o: [ looks at Soundwave ] What? [ moves his hands and peeks from under tarp ] Oh, uh... still looks cool, Drift. Drift: *hastily ties the other strap in place and hurries over to Hiro.* Hey, are you...? H i r o: [ oh thank god someone found them. Wheeze. ] Drift: *... he's gonna sit next to hiro and wrap an arm around him, tarp and all.* H i r o: [ oh my god there's a pepper potts hugging him ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Good. That will do.* H i r o: [ waves at Soundwave from this hug. ] I think I am. Whirl: *While Drift is hugging him tenderly, Whirl's holo strolls over and rests her elbow on his head* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods. Acknowledged.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He'll leave the comforting to the Autobots. Human contact is more their speed.* Whirl: Man. You're almost taller than me now, Hiro. H i r o: [ blinks at all this contact ] Uhm... [pats Drift's arm] Thanks, Drift. [ smiles a little ] Wait, what? Really? Whirl: Yeah. *steps back and crosses her arms* Huh. When did you get so tall? H i r o: ... I dunno. Aunt Cass always said I'd probably be tall like Tadashi was. Whirl: Oh, yeah, you're still growing. I keep forgetting you're not done. H i r o: [ for a second that movie had him stressing though so this hug is nice. ] Drift: Oh, right. Humans do that. H i r o: Yeah, that's why I keep seeing Hoist for my leg. H i r o: The more I grow, the more it needs to be adjusted. H i r o: (( omg let me get this cool video of fantasmic stuff. )) Whirl: Oh, yeah, the janitor. Whirl: Well, I did it, too. Once upon a time. Whirl: But I grew a lot faster. *zzap. His holoform disappears* H i r o: Hoist is cool. He helps me out. I'm not fully grown yet, I guess. H i r o: If I keep replacing my limbs with Cybertronian tech, I could probably fully grow whenever I choose. Whirl: I mean... I guess. If you want to...? Whirl: Maybe you should keep your body parts, though. Seems like you might need 'em. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Will quietly excuse himself to go pass out at home.* Whirl: Catch ya later, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods.* H i r o: [ waves at soundwave! ] H i r o: Bye, Soundwave! H i r o: I ... probably should. Baymax is worrying I'm choosing to change too much. Whirl: And isn't medicine his JOB? H i r o: Yeah. Whirl: I'd listen to him, then. H i r o: (( okay r u guys ready for my nerdy disney crap? )) Whirl: ((SHO0) H i r o: Oh, yeah... I mean, I listen to him. Believe me, he's hard NOT to listen to. H i r o: [ sighs. At least the movie had a happy ending. It makes him feel better. ] H i r o: [ that and the drift hug and Whirl elbow on his head for that moment ] H i r o: [ even Soundwave. Gosh what great friends he has ] Whirl: *he's got your back, small and curiously endearing co-conspirator. ...he just can't be obvious about it* Whirl: *actually...* Whirl: @Hiro: Hey, Hiro? H i r o: @W: Yep? Whirl: @H: I think--okay. So, our project. If there's anyone who could help us with it, it's... gonna be this guy. The chucklehead in the bikini. H i r o: [ looks back at Drift slightly ] You know, your holo-thing looks really cool.  And I'm glad you remembered how to dress. The first time was awkward, heh. Whirl: @H: Do you wanna... maybe get him in on it? In case something happens, and I can't help any more? Drift: Yeah! So am I. *the chucklehead in the bikini is wearing the bra upside-down, but other than that he's got it mastered.* H i r o: @W: ... Yeah, sure. I trust Drift as much as I trust you and Riptide. I don't think you guys would kill me. H i r o: (( okay so here our new show with pirates and dragons ;A; )) Whirl: ((o/.)) H i r o: W: How do we... ask him, though? Whirl: @H: I got this. Whirl: Hey, Drift. Drift: Yeah? H i r o: @W: uh huh... Drift: ((imagine dancing in a giant mickey head)) Whirl: So, for the past few months or so Hiro and I have been working on an unsanctioned space-bridge project in the hopes that we can find a way to get him home. H i r o: [[ I WOULD DO IT ]] Whirl: So, wanna help? Drift: ... Uhh. Whirl: *smoooth as hell, whirl* H i r o: [ Wow Whirl ] Whirl: ((for some reason when i saw mickey i just thought "I GET TO DECIDE WHO LIVES AND WHO DIES")) Drift: *on the one hand, the word "unsanctioned" worries him. On the other hand—he suddenly remembers—he's got the authority to sanction it now, doesn't he?* Whirl: ((gah brb, rock needs to go out)) Drift: Hell yeah. I'm in. What do you need? H i r o: (( ahhh okay want me pause? )) Whirl: ((nah it should only be a sec!)) H i r o: ... Uh, well. We have a sort of base built. H i r o: Chances aren't very likely that I'll go home anyway, but. It's worth a shot? Drift: A—a base? Like a—like a whole, base? H i r o: Well, Whirl can probably explain it better. H i r o: But, we've got a lot of research done for it. H i r o: I've been scrambling around to get proper supplies for Whirl and I to work on it. But, well... we've been keeping it hidden from everyone. Whirl: Yeah, most of the stuff we have is theoretical--we';ve barely gotten into building anything yet. Whirl: But mainly I figured, we should tell someone else in case something happens, and I can't help him anymore. H i r o: (( good to know no one ever forgets Dumbo's terrifying drunk dream ) Drift: Oh. So like a—knowledge base. Whirl: Yeah. We've got some solid simulations, some mock-ups, you know. The goal is to try and make what's basically a portable space-bridge operator. Drift: *thought they'd built a whole base to work in somewhere.* H i r o: ... So. [scratches hair ] Does that mean that I might end up lost in limbo or something? Whirl: Power's turning out to be the big problem. Drift: Anything I can get you that would help? Drift: No, we're not letting you get lost in limbo. That's what tracking devices are for. H i r o: I made a few prototypes and showed them to Whirl recently. That's where I was last. H i r o: ... What tracking device? Whirl: Pfft, of course we won't leave you IN LIMBO. Whirl: We can make you one. Drift: We talked MONTHS about putting a tracking device in you, remember? H i r o: ... oh yeah. H i r o: I forgot. Drift: ... I don't know if that ever got done, I wasn't in charge of it. Whirl: I've... got some things to settle. But honestly, I think we just might need supplies, Drift. And, if you've got any scientific connections... *that one's a long shot* Drift: *it BETTER have got done.* Whirl: ((DUDE this must have been AMAZING in person!)) Drift: ((seriously!)) H i r o: (( IT WAS SO AMAZING I CRIED TWICE BECAUSE IM STUPID )) Whirl: ((SPEDDY <3)) Drift: ((YOU'RE NOT STUPID, AND IT ISN'T STUPID TO CRY ABOUT SOMETHING AWESOME)) H i r o: (( pirates made me cry )) Drift: ((love yourself speedy. give yourself permission to feel moved by awesome things.)) H i r o: But, everyone's starting to talk about leaving and doing things. What am /I/ supposed to do? Whirl: ((SECONDED)) H i r o: I don't even have a job. Drift: Anything you want. The crew's going to keep a skeleton crew, at a minimum. You can stay here. Drift: We're going to keep trying to repair the ship. You could help with that. Whirl: Ideally, we'd like to get you home before that becomes aa big issue, of course. H i r o: ... Yeah. Getting home would be nic. H i r o: *nice. Drift: If we can find a way for you to get home, that'd be best, yeah. But if it takes longer than expected, there's always a place for you on the Lost Light. Whirl: And I'm sure the janitor will not let you out of his sight H i r o: Hoist? He's almost as bad as Baymax. H i r o: [ frowns a little bit. Just a little ] You'll visit me, right? If I leave? H i r o: My Aunt... she won't believe any of this. Whirl: Wh--me? *100% taken aback* Drift: If you let us, heh. Whirl: *surely he must have been talking to Drift* H i r o: [ drift is a 'u guy' not a ' u guys ' ] H i r o: (( * cries at my princesses * )) Whirl: *he did not say "you guys"* Whirl: *uncertainly* I mean, if it's... possible? H i r o: [ He gonna ] H i r o: My Aunt would love you guys. H i r o: I mean, she'd freak out for twenty minutes. Drift: ((oh my god the people in the background)) H i r o: (( RIGHT?? )) Drift: (("IT'S RAPUNZEL!" "you're my rapunzel, hun." "awww.")) H i r o: (( me in the future )) H i r o: (( me to myself )) Drift: ((be ur own rapunzel)) Whirl: She'd probably... have a lot of questions. *still Awkward City over here, you completely threw him off, Hiro* I'm pretty sure there isn't anything like us there. H i r o: Well, no, not really. I mean, Baymax is pretty unique and hes not like you guys really... H i r o: But, I'm gonna have to tell her about my leg. Drift: Yeah, we never invaded Earth in your universe, right? Whirl: You're going to have to tell a lot of people about your leg. H i r o: Nope. Only Callaghan started crap. H i r o: Well, it's not simple metal. And I'm not gonna lie about it. H i r o: Besides, people won't believe me anyway. Whirl: We can deal with all of that when we get there. Whirl: Oh, also, Drift--for the past few months Hiro and I have been working alone. This doesn't leave this room, got it? Drift: If they DON'T believe you, all we have to do is show up. Whirl: You tell no-one. H i r o: Oh, yeah. Top secret. Drift: Yeah—no, of course it doesn't leave the room. Whirl: And you will not tell anyone else, correct? Drift: I can keep a secret. *did anybody find out about Overlord before he escaped? no? didn't think so.* H i r o: I trust both you guys. Whirl: ((SICK)) H i r o: (( THE WIFE )) Drift: ((that's an impressive giant moving prop)) Drift: ((mickey's killing them)) H i r o: (( the old dragon used to be like. A puppet . Not a prop like that. )) H i r o: (( that's one huge animatronic )) Whirl: Well. *still incredibly awkward in the face of Hiro's earnestness* Yeah. Of course. H i r o: ... The only downside to going home is I'd miss you guys. H i r o: But, Baymax and I sort of worked a thing out! Drift: You'll be able to comm us. And we can bridge over any time. H i r o: Yeah. Maybe we can like. Visit here too. Whirl: Yep. Especially if we successfully finish that project. H i r o: I just hope my home isn't.. well. Too far ahead. Drift: ((imagine being one of the dancers on the right side of the ship. ain't nobody gonna see you.)) Whirl: Ugh, Cybertron isn't worth visiting. Whirl: but maybe we can arrange somewhere to meet up. H i r o: (( LOL right? )) Drift: ((they probably have to keep dancing even when nobody can see them JUST IN CASE somebody spies them from a weird angle. can't ruin the disney magic.)) H i r o: (( I used to want to be in this show so badly. ;A; but I am not talented )) Drift: ((one, you ARE talented)) Drift: ((two, half of them are waving a scarf while smiling. u can rock that.)) Whirl: ((YE)) H i r o: (( LOL well I guess )) Drift: ((imagine tho. "Cindy, you're getting a promotion." "Am I finally—?" "Left side of the boat." "YES")) H i r o: (( HAHAHAHA )) H i r o: (( anyway, that the new show *lifts leggie* )) Whirl: ((NICE)) H i r o: (( god have u guys seen the new bh6 tv show clips? *cries* Hiro is so stupid )) H i r o: Okay but... I have one request. [lifts hand] Drift: Yeah? Drift: ((yes!! it looks great)) Whirl: Shoot. H i r o: If this doesn't work- I mean, at all. If it doesn't get me home. H i r o: I don't want to try anymore. Drift: ... *small nod.* It's up to you. Whirl: Well, first of all, I don't intend to quit until it works. Whirl: So, not a problem. H i r o: Well, I know you won't, I'm just saying... Whirl: Well, if you decide to stay, I mean... good luck, I guess. H i r o: Every attempt has sent me somewhere else. Whirl: I couldn't tell you the first thing about making it around here. H i r o: I'm not even supposed to BE here. H i r o: I guess I'd just. Fly with Baymax in space. Drift: I'm sure we can make it work. Drift: No! No, absolutely not. I'm not allowing it. Drift: You're sticking with us. We LIKE you, Hiro. We don't want you to leave unless it's because you've found a place you'd rather be. Drift: NOT because you think you don't deserve to be with US. Which is false. Whirl: Hey, I'm not supposed to be here, either. H i r o: Dude. What happens if Starscream finds out I exist? I mean, I'll drop him flat no problem if I have to. Whirl: Half of us aren't. It's not a big deal. H i r o: I'm pretty sure he doesn't have far to fall. Whirl: He's goinjg to find out sooner or later--pfft. Drift: Starscream gets mad at us for, like, the fiftieth time. Big deal. Starscream doesn't rule this ship. H i r o: [ has never met starscream, but doesn't like the sound of him ] Whirl: Hiro I fully support any and all plans to stealthily assassinate Starscream. H i r o: ... I was just gonna have Baymax rocket punch his face in and then take him down myself. You know, a good kick to his ego. Whirl: ...or to loudly and obviously do it. Drift: Go for the optic. Shatter his optic and you can get straight through to his brain module. H i r o: (( Drift why would u say that that is terrible ) Whirl: Well, if you do that, he'll kill you both. I don't like Starscream, but you don't survive millions of years of war without being hard to kill. Whirl: I'd go for the nanobots, personally. H i r o: (( HES OFFENDED )) H i r o: (( THAT IS TERRIBLE CONSIDERING WHO YOUR BEST FRIEND IS )) H i r o: ... He has a brain? Whirl: They're small enough, and if you can control them, get them in there. In his vents, through his intake--and pull him apart from the inside-out. Drift: ((A STARSCREAM DESERVES TO GET SHOT THROUGH THE BRAIN)) Drift: ((AS COMPENSATION FOR BLURR)) H i r o: (( OKAY TRUE )) H i r o: ... My microbots can do a lot, really. Drift: They really can. H i r o: It's a lot easier these days. [ 8) ] Whirl: MICRObots, pardon. Drift: I bet it is. After all your training. *ayy? Ayyyyy? did drift do good* H i r o: Okay but... it's the three of us on this project now, right? Whirl: Anyway, one problem at a time, right? We can assassinate Starscream later. H i r o: ... [smiles at Drift ] Of course ! That helped me way more than anything else. Drift: *HEAVY SIGH* Yeah, I guess Starscream's gotta wait. Drift: *BEAMS* Whirl: *watches this. He chose a good person to be his backup on this problem. Excellent* Whirl: *project H i r o: You know... when I first got here, I thought you guys were the coolest things I'd ever met. Whirl: I'll touch base with you soon, Hiro. Like I said, gotta wrap up some things and all. *by which he means an unrelated wholly unsanctioned op* H i r o: Uh huh.. [nods ] Whirl: Heh. Whirl: *he shiftes into root mode at last and stands, streeetching* Whirl: I'm heading out for now, though. You know where to find me. Drift: *oh, yeah, he can do that too, can't he?* H i r o: Sure thing. I'll fill Drift in if he has questions about our project. Drift: *turns off his avatar, and transforms/somersaults out from the fort.* H i r o: [ laughs a little ] Whirl: *nods* Excellent. Feel free to ring me up if you need something else. Drift: The science is gonna be WAY over my head, just give me the basics. H i r o: Sure, that's easy. Whirl: Honestly, it's mostly over my head, too. I just know the mechanical aspects. H i r o: I know the science. H i r o: There we go. Perfect trio. H i r o: [ he knows like some science ] H i r o: [ he is not an expert in Cybertronian science ] Whirl: *more than us, I'm sure* Drift: *gets to his feat* I've gotta talk to a couple bots about moving their stuff, you can come by my office later and tell me what you've got? Whirl: All right, I'm out for now, you two. *salutes* H i r o: Uh, sure thing. I've got this uh... project to work on, though. H i r o: So, I might take a while. Whirl: Yeah... same. Whirl: *that's also part of the reason why Whirl's concerned about getting a backup, cos if this plan goes wrong, he'll be gone* Drift: ... Just don't do anything that's gonna blow up the ship. Whirl: *but now he's taken care of it* H i r o: ... Oh no, don't worry ,it's just surgery. Whirl: Nah, naah. H i r o: [ waves hand ] Anyway. I'll catch you guys later. Whirl: G'night, Hiro. Whirl: *bobs his head at Drift, as well* H i r o: [ yanks on a tarp and starts to take down his fort. He will drag all of this down the halls. ] Drift: You too. H i r o: [ it is his nest now ] Whirl: *and he will trot off* Drift: *... looks at whirl. feels like he should say SOMETHING to him, but...* Drift: *... not the time. leaves to get back to work.* H i r o: ( and thank u for coming to spend time with my dumb nerd ) Drift: ((thank U for the movie and show)) Whirl: ((THANK))

[rurounidrift]

July 19 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Night of the Living Dead

What happened at this stream? I don’t know. It was over a week ago. I’m not gonna reread the log.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*prods livestream. you gonna work now u punk?*)) B l u r r: / yes hello , he is here. With a brand new finial and patch. Nice and ugly again/ Whirl: *oho, look at him, early for once. He's gonna savor this* Whirl: Yo, Teach. *pauses to look him over critically* You're looking significantly less beat-up that last week. B l u r r: Mm.. Ratchet fixed me up. B l u r r: /taps his finial / Made it better than before. Whirl: *interesting choice of music, Blurr* Whirl: *bobs his head and clambers up to assume his rightful place* B l u r r: / it's the best / Star: /shows up. tadah/ B l u r r: We've landed for supplies. / flexes claws / B l u r r: So try to remain on the ship. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Y'know that picture of the dog peeking around the door Whirl uses? That's Soundwave right now. He's scanning for Ratchets.* B l u r r: / There are no Ratchets here / B l u r r: / hisses at Star as he walks by to set up snacks / Whirl: *simply swivels his helm to watch Starscream* Bevel: *trundles in* Star: /is to tired to deal with anyone/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Cautious entry in, every step hesitant, like he's ready to bolt again. The twins are glued to his sides.* Bevel: [[i get so let down every time that song plays and doesn't immediately segue into my shot B l u r r: [[ LOL ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *All right. Nothing appearing out of the shadows to leap on them. He'll send them off - but in a beeline for the hammock, and nowhere else.* B l u r r: [[ same ]] B l u r r: [[ but it on shuffle ]] Wing: *he really is too tired to deal with much of anything tonight but here he be* B l u r r: [[ tonight is in honor of Romero. RAISE A GLASS. ]] Bevel: [[shuffle is a blessing and a curse, especially when you listen to musicals B l u r r: [[ Truth ]] Whirl: *takes his attention away to bob his head in greeting at Bevel* Yo, shovel. B l u r r: / waves claws at Bevel and Wing ! / Whirl: *and, of course, he will make room for the twins as well* Bevel: [[raise a glass to to freedo--zombie B l u r r: [[ freedom zombies ]] B l u r r: [[ free the zombies ]] Bevel: Hey, Whirl. Hi, Blurr. :] Drift: *vaults over the back of a couch to land by Blurr* Hey! B l u r r: / flicks finials  / Hey. Whirl: What's up, chumps? Wing: *small wave back. wall gargoyle time. he's exhausted* Bevel: *will find her usual seat* Star: /is settled in the back, get nice and comfy and dozing off already/ B l u r r: You seem excited. / to Drift / B l u r r: / glancing at his claws. Shifts a little / Drift: Just full of healing light and positive energy. Wing: *and by Star he goes. poor mech. looks how he feels* Whirl: *returns to curving his neck around like some horrid bird, staring at Starscream* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Nothin'. How's the movie last week? Fish lady get home?// Whirl: Yep. Eded up taking the octopus with her, too. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHAT FOR? FOOD?\\ Whirl: Companionship, presumably. Bevel: Friendship. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\PFFFT. LAME.\\ Bevel: I liked it. Whirl: *shrugs and finally returns his attentions to the twins and Bevel* Decent enough, if you like fish, I guess. B l u r r: Ah... energy. Sounds nice. Bevel: It was nice that Dory got home and stuff too. *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Eh. Fish's more the Boss' thing. Octopus 'n all that.// Bevel: Tarantulus is gonna show us some soon. Whirl: Some... fish? Star: /has his optics shut off, so he's just relaxing/ Bevel: Octopuses and squids and stuff. Ones that change colors and light up. B l u r r: Anyway, I've been busy. Er... We. We have a heading. B l u r r: Just needed to stop by and gather supplies. LORDStarscream: *guess who's just marked himself in* Whirl: Oh. Huh. You know, I believe it. If anyone could get their hands on weird exotic organics, it'd be him. B l u r r: Which is what Dart and NOS are doing. LORDStarscream: **marched Whirl: WHOAH, Teach. Teach, hold it. LORDStarscream: **dammit he blew his big entrance with a typo* Whirl: May not wanna give away your secrets with our enemies in the room with us. B l u r r: ... Hnnh? I didn't say where I was going. Whirl: Yeah, even so. Drift: ... Comm it. *wants to know where Blurr's going* B l u r r: Oh, yes, good. Wing: *soft vent8 B l u r r: Are you mechs ready? I just got this new upgrade. Whirl: Oh for the love of--ANOTHER one? Whirl: Blurr, if you drop dead, I'm going to carve "I told you so" on your damn grave. B l u r r: @D @ W @ Bevel : :: We're heading to another universe to access an ancient temple that I found on a grid map! :: Bevel: Hi, Lord Starscream *grins* B l u r r: / welcome to group calling. With secured lines / B l u r r: / And CLEAR quality calls. / Whirl: *if this was like a phone group chat wihirl would immediately spam with emojis* B l u r r: Oh, come on, Ratchet insisted. Drift: @Bl @W @Be «... Did you get a new comm?» *yeah he's messaging the whole group* LORDStarscream: "Another"? Why, do I have an alternate already here? *glances around* Whirl: *he actually seems a little surprised to be included--surprised, but not displeased* @Group: What, like, freelance archaeology or something? Whirl: Ratchet's an idiot, then. Wing: *he doesn't know this Starscream but he's sticking next to the one he knows* B l u r r: @B @ W @ Be: ::Yes, a new comm. It's very complex and connected. Ah? It's more like there's a treasure beneath it. :: Bevel: @Group - What kind of temple? Is it Cybertronian or something else? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave heard the word Ratchet. He's on high alert again, scanning the room* Whirl: @Group: So, freelance Indiana Jones style archaeology. Got it. LORDStarscream: *nvm that though, there's a Bevel here. nods in greeting* Hello, Bevel. Do you have room for a visitor to sit down? B l u r r: @Group: :: Sure, why not? It's not Cybertronian, per say, but it might be. :: Star: /greets Wing with a nod before pulling out a data pad/ Whirl: @Group: Hey check this out. 🐸 Drift: @Group: «🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸» Bevel: @Group: How did you do that? Drift: @Group «I'm just copying Whirl's.» Bevel: *makes some room, she will be Starscream's movie buddy and body guard tonight yep* B l u r r: @Group: :: You're flooding my optic with this? :: Bevel: @Group - 🐸🐸🐸 Whirl: @Group: 🐸🐸Praise Heqet🐸🐸 Whirl: @Group: Blurr, this is the cost of you doing things that I advised you against. Accept it. B l u r r: @ Group: :: I can end the call, I made it first. :: Drift: @Group «🐸 What 🐸 did 🐸 he 🐸 do?🐸» Wing: *little smile back at Star. he could just as easily be reading off that datapad, but he'll look away* B l u r r: @ Group : :: Nevermind. :: /ENDS CALL / Bevel: *giggles* B l u r r: /scratches finial and flickers optic. Flicks finial and shakes helm/ Hnnh. Whirl: *snickers* Drift: ... Ribbit. B l u r r: / shoves claw in his face/ Shush. Drift: Pbbbt. Whirl: @Blurr; Anyway, read you loud and clear. No idea if I'll have anything to do with all that, or where I'll be, but I'll keep it in mind. LORDStarscream: *good. he'll take that body guard. as supremely, unflinchingly confident as he's pretending to be, he's very nervous being outside Cybertron's anti-Unicron barrier.* B l u r r: @ W: :: Works for me. :: B l u r r: @W: :: If we need help, we'll comm you. :: B l u r r: [[ whos ready? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((me)) Drift: ((ready)) LORDStarscream: *... not that a bodyguard would do anything if unicron flew up and ate the ship, but it helps his comfort levels.* B l u r r: / flicks finial and shifts up/ ... I have visitors. Star: /doesn't have anything on the pad excpt things dinocos are begging for/ Whirl: ((me!)) Star: (ready) ItsyBitsySpyers: *If Unicron flies up to eat the ship, Soundwave is finding a way to drag Starscream, Bevel, the twins, and Whirl with him.* Bevel: *she'll die first, that's... something?* Whirl: *he simply nods in acknowledgement* Yeah. Unfortunately, you forgot to spray for Starscreams. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Like, off the ship.* B l u r r: Well, I can SEE that. Whirl: You've got an infestation. B l u r r: My poor single optic. It burns. LORDStarscream: *starscream is flattered, if confused that he made the list* B l u r r: / snickers / Bevel: *or get saved via deus ex soundwave* Whirl: *SAVE YOURSELF SOUNDWAVE HE'LL HOLD UNICRON BACK* Whirl: *he's always wanted to fight a god* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...You know what, he'd believe Whirl could. And anyway, Bevel would be sad if Starscream got eaten and he doesn't want the headache of Kaon finding a new leader.* Wing: *he'll ignore that. it's not worth it* ItsyBitsySpyers: *But none of this much matters, because he isn't thinking of Unicron. He's nervously watching the room, plating pulled in so tight he looks even thinner than usual.* LORDStarscream: *he'll count that as soundwave's vote in support of starscream's leadership* B l u r r: / stretches arms up/ This Earth is so quiet. Whirl: ((god dammit i played myself. now that song's stuck in my head)) B l u r r: [[ kay imma set up so gimme a second ]] LORDStarscream: *jolts* We're on Earth?! Bevel: Different Earth. B l u r r: For the moment. B l u r r: A pretty much dead one, at that. Bevel: *probably not a Unicron Earth... maybe. she didn't check* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh Primus. A zombie movie. He hates zombie movies.* LORDStarscream: ............ *NERVOUS LAUGH* Wing: ((***. yes.)) Bevel: *...pats Starscream's arm comfortingly?* B l u r r: I don't even think there are Autobots alive in this verse anymore. Aside from Jazz. Whirl: *black and white? You have his attention* B l u r r: Who I dropped off. B l u r r: Unharmed. Someone ought to give me a metal. Whirl: *he perks up like a ferret that just saw something it liked for a moment& LORDStarscream: @Bevel «You are aware of what's IN Earth, aren't you?» Whirl: Oh. I've not seen this one. Wing: *this is different* Star: (I'm surprised this hotel internet im using is letting me watch this) Bevel: @Starscream - Unicron, yeah. But I do not think he is in this one. Other universes are funny like that. LORDStarscream: @Bevel «Does it vary? You're certain he's not here?» B l u r r: I like this one. It's nice and old. B l u r r: / pulls out a tin of snacks. Willing to share with Drift. / B l u r r: / special snacks / Whirl: The 60s was a good time for movies. Whirl: You've gotta make it to Culture Club... sometime. If we have it. B l u r r: Ah? Maybe. Whirl: *he started that statement without thinking about how that statement had to end, good job him* Drift: ... You can still have it. Whirl: *shrugs* Depends. LORDStarscream: *glances at movie* ... I've seen this one before. Bevel: @Starscream - It does! I can double check if you want but I am pretty sure. B l u r r: You can always have it here on The Emperor. Bevel: Culture Club? Whirl: That might work. Whirl: And, a while back me and some other mecha decided to start having it. We'd pick movies. Rotate them. LORDStarscream: No... part of it. I've seen part of it. Up to where they're stuck in the house. Bevel: Aw that sounds fun. Whirl: Yeah, it was pretty cool, actually. LORDStarscream: Knock Out showed it. It was excruciatingly boring. B l u r r: Well, if you want to use the Emperor, you only need to comm me. Whirl: *bobs his head* Gotcha. B l u r r: We're gathering supplies for the night and then we're taking off in the morning. B l u r r: Humans aren't patrolling, so we're not as on edge. B l u r r: I mean, they are, but for some reason, they weren't around this area. B l u r r: Might have been an Autobot hideout or something. LORDStarscream: @Bevel «I'd appreciate if you did. For your own safety, of course.» Star: /is actually pretty in to the movie/

Missed some.

Whirl: She's pretty useless, isn't she? Bevel: *thinking about how she's going to make sure Unicron isn't the center of this planet* B l u r r: well, I bite the hardest Whirl: I believe it. I've seen you have a snack attack. Obviously, MY biting days are over. B l u r r: I'll bite double just for you LORDStarscream: *ah—there he is. a bright smile and a wave to catch the other Starscream's attention.* Alternate. Star: /pretty smart zombies/ Sides: [ skates in on his wheelie feet and skids into the doorway ] The frag- I thought this ship was empty. Star: /notices the other Starscream and give him a small wave and smile/ B l u r r: / nudges Drift / Hey, what do you call three Starscreams in a room? LORDStarscream: Always a pleasure to meet another of myself. LORDStarscream: Particularly such a... sturdy looking one. Drift: *mutters* Grounds for cancelling an event. B l u r r: / huge, sharp tooth grin / NNo no. Whirl: *chimes in* A plague? B l u r r: /grabs Drift's arm/ A herd of Screamers. They're like geese. Drift: Breakfast, lunch, and dinner? B l u r r: They just make annoying honking noises. Whirl: PFFT. B l u r r: / Makes a disgusted face/ No, I don't eat junk food. Star: Its quite interesting to see an alternate of myself as well. Star: /smiles/ Ah, sturdy I am. B l u r r: But how interesting! /twists around/ I didn't think the infamous anger bomb of the autobots was still alive! B l u r r: / rubs claws together / Now /Sideswipe/ there is a decent meal. LORDStarscream: I wouldn't have expected to see one at an Autobot's event. Not /friends,/ are you? Sides: ... I'm disgusted on so many levels. Whirl: *calls over* He's DEFINITELY no friend of ours. Whirl: He's an enemy. Actively. I have no idea why Blurr's letting him squat here. B l u r r: Not a friend of mine either Sunstreaker: /skates in right after Sides and just tackles him/ SIDES!! I can't believe you're here! Who's- Oh, Blurr... B l u r r: He's not squatting here. Squatting means he's living here- B l u r r: ... /OH GRINS WIDER / Bevel: He can be my friend. *so defensive of all this Starscream hate* B l u r r: A double meal?! /stars getting up / If it isn't the TWINS in one precious spot! Wing: *eying Blurr* LORDStarscream: *well, the mystery intensifies. why IS his alternate here, then?* Whirl: Bevel, if you ally with that Starscream--*gestures to the SGScream* The one who's threatening Blurr, then you can count yourself an enemy, as well. LORDStarscream: *a pleased smirk for Bevel.* Making you one of the few here with good taste. Sunstreaker: /sqints at Blurr/ What are you doing back on Earth? Whirl: I don't got a beef with YOUR Starscream. Aside from the baseline levels, y'know. Sides: [ tenses upand almost punches Sunstreaker ] ... Sunny? I thought you died. Sides: Huh... the more you know. LORDStarscream: ... Threate—? You're— *points at his alternate* —threatening him? *points at the purple Blurr* B l u r r: /I'm/ here getting supplies. with your precious Prime gone, there's no guardian of the planet. B l u r r: And as for Starscream, Starscream, he's just as obnoxious, if not as full of himself as Starscream. Sunstreaker: /scoffs/ Yeah well, we're still here. You lookin' for a fight now? Star: Of course I am /sarcasm/ B l u r r: Not right now, Sunflower. Maybe later. Wing: I thought we weren't fighting. B l u r r: / circling him / I sure missed you two. How cute... still together. Whirl: Do you see me, sitting here? Being calm and cool as a cucumber? This is my not fighting. LORDStarscream: Well, if there's another side to the story, alternate, I would far prefer to hear YOURS over THEIRS. Whirl: O'm not shooting, or stting anything on fire, or ripping off body parts with my claws, or ANYTHING fun. I'm being GOOD. Wing: I didn't mean that for you. B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHA!! Of course you'll side with Starscream. B l u r r: Everyone wants to hear the /innocent/ party's story. Don't they? Whirl: Well, even so, let the record show I'm being good. Sunstreaker: /lightly pushes at Sideswipe, just keeping an eye on Blurr/ Yeah well, we all got split up... B l u r r: I know. I've had Jazz for a while Wing: I'm proud of you for that. *he means it. and he's still eying Blurr* Star: I'd rather not talk about it now. Or else everyone will get more hostile then they are now. And I'd rather not. Sunstreaker: Wait, why do you have Jazz? LORDStarscream: *this might be the first time starscream's ever heard the "Starscream" and "innocent party" used to refer to the same person.* B l u r r: Babysitting. B l u r r: Baiting Prime. B l u r r: /flops down next to Drift again / Butterbuns changed their nickname to King Starscream. Sides: [ shoves Sunny aside a bit . Grumbles. ] Sunstreaker: ... I don't think he's coming back, your bait isn't gonna work. Whirl: She is so incredibly irritating. LORDStarscream: *turns back to the movie long enough to sneer at it. why do humans have to sound so annoying.* B l u r r: Oh? Then I guess the All spark is mine. B l u r r: /leans against Drift and snickers/ King Starscream: (( 8O is this night of the living dead?)) Wing: ((the good one)) Whirl: ((IT IS!)) Star: (LMAO) King Starscream: ((eeey! I've seen this once before! 8D Sunstreaker: He's still Jazz. You should give him back to us. Whirl: She's just dragging him down. Star: (im sorry im laughing that he hit her back...) LORDStarscream: Hmm. It would be far easier to take your side if I knew what it was, alternate. But, I suppose I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. Wing: ((hey man, if you start ***...)) Wing: ((she was going a little cray anyway)) B l u r r: Back to you? B l u r r: You, the twins who fight over who is better? B l u r r: [[ zombie screaming. The best caption ]] Star: /looks/ As nice as support is, I rather not get you inovled unnecessarily. Star: (lol) Whirl: I wonder why they're scared of fire? LORDStarscream: I don't need to get involved to offer support. Sunstreaker: Better than your 'Autobots,' killing each other for fun. B l u r r: We don't do that anymore Whirl: It's much more fun to kill Decepticons, anyway. Star: Its quite alright. Sides: [ tugs Sunny's arm to go sit by... that lanky soundwave. He sems safer. Just gonna. Sit on a couch over in this area ] LORDStarscream: *... killing each other for f...? squints at blurr. then at his own alternate. hmmm.* B l u r r: ... /smirks/ Need something? LORDStarscream: Not a thing. B l u r r: I should hope not. Sunstreaker: ... Either way, Jazz isn't your toy. We'll come get him with the others. /follows Sideswipe for now/ Sunstreaker: Sides, you okay? LORDStarscream: @Bevel «Is this one of those... ember universes?» B l u r r: / flexes claws/ Oh go ahead and come get me, you shiny metal twit. King Starscream: *BOOM BABY it's another starscream* King Starscream: *Blurr should fumigate* B l u r r: / SNARLS / Wing: *Primus help him* B l u r r: How irritating... B l u r r: The urge to commit murder is so high... /bouncing a leg. Fidget. / Wing: You can still tell them to leave. Bevel: @Starscream - It is, yeah. Whirl: It's your ship, Teach. All you gotta do is give the word, and it's open season. Sides: ... I'm good. [ looking over Sunny ] Where were you? Who'd you run with? Whirl: *click-clicks his claws* Why not treat yourself? B l u r r: Oooh, I don't think treating myself now is a good idea. /bounce bounce bounce leg / King Starscream: I just thought I'd see what choice entertainment was available for tonight. LORDStarscream: @Bevel «Hm. Explains a lot.» Whirl: I think it sounds like a GREAT idea. Whirl: *HE;S TRYING HIS DAMNEDEST TO ENABLE YOU* B l u r r: / sir u r enabling / Star: /is too into the movie. its rather interesting/ Wing: *Primus help the lot of you if you make him draw swords* LORDStarscream: Alternate! Emperor Perpetua, wasn't it? Bevel: *giggles* Wing: Here I was proud of you a moment ago. Sunstreaker: /shrugs/ I ran with Blaster and some others. No idea where they are now, we got attaked. Whirl: Me? Wing: You. I take it you were ignoring me. Whirl: I thought you were talking to someone else. Sides: Same with us... [shrugs a shoulder ] Star: /Wants to know how that fire is dying down so quickly/ Whirl: But, I mean, it's all the same, what the hell do I care what some NAIL thinks of me? *manages a haighty look, even with his lack of face* Sunstreaker: /looks at Sides and frowns/ Who were you with? B l u r r: I told you to call people by their names... Wing: I never said you cared. I just assumed you were ignoring me. Whirl: I was referring to your so-called pride. Sides: [ huffs] 'Raj. We cloaked for a while with Ratchet, but we lost him. Sides: By the time we found out where he went, it was... you know. too late. King Starscream: Indeed, and it is good to see you again. Wing: It was honest, if short lived. LORDStarscream: A pleasure. Whirl: ((he's fantastic)) B l u r r: If they were a three course meal, which one would be the appetizer... King Starscream: *gonna sit near the other Starscreams* LORDStarscream: *the starscreams are separate. but THIS starscream is cooler.* Sunstreaker: Yeah, we heard about Ratchet... What about Mirage? Is he around? Sides: [ makes a face. Rattles plating a little too loud. ] King Starscream: *the COOL starscream, then* Sides: [ shakes helm ] Gone, too. Bevel: *feeling a litle too purple of this Starscream party over here* Sunstreaker: ... I'm sorry. /reaches over and pats Sides' shoulder/ Sorry I wasn't there to help. Star: /is the smartest Starscream/ LORDStarscream: *excuse u* Sides: [ HUFFS. Just settles in the couch ] I don't think we woulda won. They outnumbered us. Sides: Ran solo for a while. Ran into some other mechs. You know. Same old. Drift: I hope he gets eaten. B l u r r: SAme. Whirl: Same. B l u r r: / smirks/ B l u r r: /chomps down a snack/ Whirl: They should work together--keep the kid down there. The cellar could be a useful fallback of last resort. Drift: Yeah, that's what the people upstairs were suggesting. Whirl: *nods* B l u r r: I mean, places that have only one entrance are usually safer. Drift: The kid's going to wake up dead and start eating people. B l u r r: No one can sneak up on you. Sunstreaker: At least things seem alright in here. For now. /shoots Blurr a look/ King Starscream: The cellar is a pit. It's the most defensible location but the hardest to escape. Sides: ... For now. [huffs and slouches ] LORDStarscream: I'd prefer a dozen escape routes to a defensible death trap, myself. Star: /pokes Wing/ Whirl: Useful if you're a coward. Whirl: I'd rather fight than retreat. Wing: *okay you have his attention* Hm? King Starscream: Well Whirl, we all know that with our luck you'd be the sole survivor. B l u r r: Right, and none of you would make it. Whirl: Hey, what can I say? I'm hard to kill. B l u r r: All the Starscreams would be trying to use the other as a shield. K-Kyeheheheheh. Star: /Doesn't really have much to say he really just wanted to poke Wing../ B l u r r: / snickering and pops another snack in his mouth / Whirl: *SNRK* Star: /frowns at Blurr/ ... Wing: *fair enough. little smile* King Starscream: Oh please. Less useful mechs are the natural choices if we're talking shields. LORDStarscream: Naturally. B l u r r: But each of you thinks everyone not you is less. Star: /is tapping his finger on his seat in irritation/ King Starscream: Bingo. B l u r r: Why do humans continue to reproduce? the kids are always an issue. Sides: [ hold up. Gonna get up, go get snacks and come back. He's starving] King Starscream: Reincarnation. They posses the bodies of the young to continue living. B l u r r: I'm... pretty sure that'snot what reincarnation is. LORDStarscream: *snorts* King Starscream: Well do you have a better theory? B l u r r: For children? B l u r r: Yes. It's called stupidity and improper planning. Whirl: Well, Teach, I imagine they wanna reproduce for the same reason we do. Bevel: *laughs* Wing: It ensures the survival of their species... Something we can't do. B l u r r: Hnh. King Starscream: Wow. King Starscream: Amazing job. Whirl: PFFT. Star: /is shaking his head at the movie/ Whirl: Damn. If he makes it out of there--not bad. Not bad. B l u r r: Right? Drift: About time! B l u r r: Finally. Whirl: Hey, they got barbeque. B l u r r: Mmm. B l u r r: / squirms/  Makes me hungry. Drift: *... same tbh* Whirl: Yech. I'll pass. B l u r r: / hold out tin of snacks to Drift / Star: (So i sorta missed it. How did truck on fire?) B l u r r: / They're cannibal snack packs / Sunstreaker: ... This is disgustin' Whirl: Not big on solid food, myself. Wing: ((the younger guy was an idiot and dropped the torch)) Star: (Ahh, ty) King Starscream: ((he dropped the tourch and then spilled gas all over it from the pump and neatly set the truck on fire Whirl: *streeetches out and sprawls all over the hammock* B l u r r: Honestly, I just want that guy to live. The smart one. Whirl: Blurr, don't you dare do tis to me when I die. B l u r r: Turn you into a zombie or harvest your internals? Whirl: Ravage has dibs. Star: /shudders/ Ugh... Whirl: Eat me. Sides: ... It's kinda cool. Sort of. [eating snacks ] B l u r r: I won't eat you. B l u r r: Besides, Piston really wants to keep you Whirl: Honestly, you can just throw me in the garbage. ...just make sure Piston doesn't get my remains. Whirl: NO B l u r r: Kyeheheheh. Whirl: I will come back to life and pop your head off like a cork. And his. Drift: Radiation. Huh. B l u r r: K-Kyehheheh. Drift: A lot more simple than the usual plots. B l u r r: Radiation? B l u r r: It B l u r r: seems less complicated than describing a false disease. Whirl: ((beat em off eh) Drift: ((*eyebrow waggle*)) Whirl: I like his strategy. Whirl: If we can find 'em, we can kill 'em. Elegant. Simple. B l u r r: secure. Drift: ((isn't it 3 a.m.? that was clearly daytime in the background.)) King Starscream: ((very bright lights Wing: ((this movie was made in like the 60's or sommat)) B l u r r: ... Wow. B l u r r: Definitely should have klled that guy a while ago. Whirl: Yeah. Drift: Mhmm. B l u r r: There you go! Whirl: He's more dangerous than the damn zombies. B l u r r: Most living people are Whirl: ...but now he's gonna re-animate, ain't he? Sides: [ optics glued to screen. He's so invested ] B l u r r: Shoulda double tapped. Wing: *something about that makes him snrt* Drift: Is he going to eat his child. B l u r r: Is she going to eat him? B l u r r: K-KYAHAHA!! Wing: ((the sound effects during this scene I *** LOVE IT)) B l u r r: These zombies are so smart... they use weapons. B l u r r: Eugh, our zombies use weapons, too. Whirl: ((ME 2)) B l u r r: It's obnoxious. B l u r r: [[ omg SAME ]] Wing: ((I want this as a ringtone can you *** imagine)) Whirl: ((man trying to imagine how shocking this movie must've been, ICONIC)) Drift: ((way better than more Hysterical Female Shrieks would've been)) B l u r r: people were so terrified man ]] Wing: ((dude they were. people were throwing up and running from the theater the first time they showed Alien)) Star: Well then... Whirl: ((horror is so damn neat. Fear is so fascinating!!)) B l u r r: [[ it is! ]] Whirl: Uh oh. Bevel: [[there's a quote on wikipedia about how ppl were shocked into silence and small children were just sobbing quietly mid-movie Whirl: She's about to pull a Blurr. Whirl: Snack attack! B l u r r: Kyeheheheh. B l u r r: I'm so honored. Drift: ((why would u bring a small child to a movie called "night of the LIVING DEAD")) Whirl: ((IKR??)) B l u r r: [[ CAUSE PARENT ARE DUMB ]] B l u r r: [[ I've seen people take their kids to see the Purge. ]] B l u r r: Dude, you're wasting ammo. Wing: ((they also took kids to Deadpool when it first came out because HEY IT WAS ADVERTISED AS A ROMANCE NEVER MIND THE RATING)) Star: /And he went to the basement anyway/ B l u r r: [[ UGH YEAH ]] Drift: Save a bullet for the other one. Bevel: [[there wasn't really a rating system at the time so kids could just buy their own tickets as well and ppl were expecting it to not be this gorey and dark Whirl: Yeah. You're gonna need at least two. Whirl: (*(man i love this sound too)) Whirl: ((something about those weird 60s/70s noises, they're so oddly chilling))

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Star: ... B l u r r: That's more than I can say for most horror films these days King Starscream: The undead aren't speaking. How hard was it to yell 'hey!'. Whirl: Not bad. It was clumsy in a lot of ways, but this is clearly older. Bevel: Bad. Wing: ((the end credits used to freak me out)) Whirl: *spins his rotors, imitating the prompts on screen* Whirl: *really just succeeds in sort of pushing his hamock back. Time to rock* B l u r r: [[ the end credits scared a lot of people when it came out, i think. ]] B l u r r: se they look so realistic ]] B l u r r: *cause ]] Wing: ((nah, it was the music for me)) Whirl: Not bad, Teach. Whirl: We should spend more time with the classics. B l u r r: We should. Bevel: Bad ending. B l u r r: I don't know it's better than most. B l u r r: /looks at Drift/ Whatcha think? King Starscream: Well the rest of the humans lived, so they seem pretty satisfied. Bevel: *likes her scary movies with happy endings* Whirl: *swivels his helm towards Bevel* @B: Hey. Bevel: @W - Yeah? Drift: ... Still getting tired of horror movies that end with a last-minute twist that screws over the main characters. Whirl: @B: I'm assuming you were being defensive of the Starscream next to you. And not the one at the back who's trying to get Blurr killed. Am I right? B l u r r: Well, this was a little better than the last one. Right? Drift: *glares around the room like he's daring somebody to start slag with him about it this week.* Whirl: Yeah. I mean, it's realistic--life'll screw you over every damn chance it gets--but it's not interesting. Or creative. Drift: Yeah. At least it wasn't global extinction. B l u r r: /pokes Drift's cheek/ Drift: *pokes back!* B l u r r: Look for that positive, you walking motivational poster. B l u r r: /smirks and pokes again/ King Starscream: ...are there horror movies that DONT end with the main characters getting screwed over? Drift: Pff—! B l u r r: The Babadook! King Starscream: I thought it was part of the genre. B l u r r: / immediate excitement / B l u r r: They even learn to live with themonster! Bevel: @W - Of course! Lord Starscream is my friend. He helped beat Megatron and end the war. B l u r r: / bright optic. So excited / LORDStarscream: They usually end with the last surviving stragglers stumbling into a secure military base. Whirl: *bobs his head* @B: All right. Good. Hey, anyone who beats up Megatron can't be so bad. ........don't you dare tell him I said that. Bevel: *he can also fly and do cool tricks but she thinks Whirl might not find this very impressive* LORDStarscream: ... Based on the ones Knock Out shows, at least. Bevel: @W - Promise. Whirl: *Whirl is satisfied; he actually kind of likes Bevel. He'd hate to have had to re-catergorize her as "foe"* Whirl: *it's very difficult to impress Whirl in the air, but Starscream is welcome to try* Bevel: *she likes not being a foe yeah* Wing: ((oh my god it actually is Derezzed)) King Starscream: ((eeeeey! Whirl: *he bobs his helm again, cordially; all is once again well* Star: (I love this song) Whirl: I liked that one with the guy in the wall. Whirl: That ended on a happy note. He got to stay in the wall, and they killed the psychiatrist. LORDStarscream: At least this movie explains where Knock Out got the ridiculous idea that the reanimated dead can be taken out with head shots. Star: That movie was rather interesting B l u r r: Oh, yes. Starscream knows /ALL/ about that. B l u r r: don't you, Starscream? /sneers over the back of the couch / King Starscream: ...So how DO you kill the reanimated dead? Bevel: [[oh geez the first slam in this song scared me Wing: *carefully stretches his wings to full and back again* Whirl: Tear them into little pieces. Bevel: Fire. Whirl: Or--burn 'em up. Melt em. Star: /theres like three of them here/ B l u r r: / starscream knows who he's talking to B( / LORDStarscream: Take out the spark. Sides: [ snort ] Sides: Cut 'em up LORDStarscream: Or—ember, I suppose it would be here. LORDStarscream: Although the pieces have an annoying habit of becoming /independently/ animated. LORDStarscream: Smelting is a good idea, so long as your smelter isn't connected to anything that might become infected and animated itself. B l u r r: Smelting pits are such a blessing. Sides: Never had a problem with enemies resurrecting. When I start scrap, I finish it. Whirl: All right. *streeetches again* I gotta get back to packin'. Whirl: Catch ya next week, Teach, if all goes well. B l u r r: / waves claw at Whirl / King Starscream: Independantly animated. B l u r r: I'll comm you if I need your help. King Starscream: *note to self: prevents undead outbreak* Whirl: *hops out of his hammock and bobs his head goodbye to Bevel* Bevel: Hot water stops space barnacles but the bots they infect are not dead so I do not think they count as zombies. Bevel: *waves to Whirl* Whirl: Yeah. You ever called about the other thing. I figured you must have handled it. Whirl: *FREEZES mid-stride* Wait, what about space barnacles? LORDStarscream: Independently animated, yes. As in I have seen an arm fall off an undead mech and start running around and attacking people on its own. B l u r r: ... Oh, no, I didn't B l u r r: Woops. B l u r r: I'll comm you. Bevel: Space barnacles do not like heat. Hot water works really well on them. King Starscream: ..I feel like I should be asking why you are all experts on this. B l u r r: Well, in my universe, we have zombies. King Starscream: *tilts head at Bevel* We haven't been introduced, have we. Whirl: *shrugs at Blurr* LORDStarscream: Have you not had the misfortune of encountering dark energon? Sides: KSI bots are pretty much zombies. Whirl: Why are we talking about hem like they're zombies? Is that a thing? Whirl: Mine's always been pretty well-behaved. Except for when it tries to eat me. B l u r r: ... /perks up / Oooh, what's /dark/ energon? What's that do? B l u r r: / twitches claw / I bet it's valuable. Whirl: Bad shi t, Teach. Whirl: Turns you into an Empty. King Starscream: No. Only a Dark Universe, and /that/ was more than enough. King Starscream: *he'd rather forget all of that* Bevel: It is in some universes, yeah. They take over a bot and make them all shambly and evil. B l u r r: Oh, well, we have those naturally. Whirl: Don't. If you start dealin' in that, you'll never see MY sorry hide again. LORDStarscream: The blood of Unicron. /Literal/, believe it or not. Whirl: Really? Huh. Bevel: *oh hey other Starscream* I do not think we have. My name is Bevel. B l u r r: Oh, the unicorn thing again... / rolls optic / B l u r r: We don't have that thing here. Whirl: Killer's never done that. B l u r r: well, not HERe, but in my verse. Sunstreaker: /snorts/ I saw a KSI with Brawl's face, they really are like zombies Whirl: But it did dismember someone, once. It was hilarious. LORDStarscream: Stab it into a corpse and it behaves much as the dead humans in this movie. They rise from the dead, blindly attack anyone they see, and spread the infection to their victims—bots and machinery alike. Sides: They are. All they do is wander. B l u r r: .....They do? B l u r r: / leans forward with a grin/ The mech has to be dead, though, right? B l u r r: / twitches claws/ Sounds interesting... Sunstreaker: Yeah, I don't think they even have sparks King Starscream: *he met one (1) new person today!* Sides: They have a power core. Sunstreaker: ((lol if my Sideways was here he'd be so offended by this)) Sides: Ripped it out once. Star: (cya later. too sleepy to do much) Sides: ( gnight! ) Wing: ((niight)) LORDStarscream: Stab a LIVE mech and they are briefly blessed with enhanced strength and a limited ability to control the undead beasts—but in exchange, that person can be controlled and possessed by Unicron himself. Bevel: *she met another Starscream today ey* Whirl: *shoots Blurr one last, exasperated look, but just shakes his head and turns to go* B l u r r: / waves at Whirl! / B l u r r: sounds boring. I'd rather stab it into something dead. B l u r r: / smirks/ Something very big. And dead. Wing: *this whole conversation is darkening his optics* Whirl: *from the doorway* Not kidding, Teach. LORDStarscream: Do so and IT'S set up to be Unicron's tool as well. Whirl: Do it, and it's curtains. B l u r r: Okay, Whirl! I got it. I'm just hypothetically speaking. B l u r r: Ratchet would never let me. LORDStarscream: These things have no intelligence and no loyalty. They can and WILL turn against their creators in spectacular fashion. Whirl: Yeah, well, I don't exactly trust you to make good decisions. Considering. B l u r r: / shrugs/ Sounds like home to me. B l u r r: / snorts at Whirl/ Fair enough. But, I yield. I won't. B l u r r: You're more valuable than that. King Starscream: ..I should call you later for more details on this. Sides: This sounds like a royal mess. [leans back to watch ] LORDStarscream: PLUS using it leads to damnation to everlasting torment after death, if the short-term consequences aren't bad enough. Sides: Much better than what I've been doing. Whirl: *regards Blurr with a half-lidded optic* Flattery won't get you anywhere. But hat's good enough. B l u r r: / smirks at whirl / B l u r r: / thumbs up / King Starscream: For now I must be going. The company was better than the movie. Whirl: *bobs his head one last time and goes* King Starscream: *nods to Starscream and Bevel* Until next time. B l u r r: I wouldn't be interested in anything unless it makes me faster. Bevel: Night, Starscream. LORDStarscream: Until next time, alternate. B l u r r: / shrugs and leans back/ Sounds like that weird energon won't helpwith that. Wing: *just quiet in thought* Bevel: There are better weird energons anyway. B l u r r: Yeah? Like what? LORDStarscream: *... faster, huh. blurr has starscream's attention.* Sides: I can't believe Jazz lives on this scrap wagon... B l u r r: This thing I stole from Thundertron increases my speed twice over. LORDStarscream: And what would be willing to trade for something that could make you faster? B l u r r: But I can always go faster- hn? Bevel: The bad synth-en does not make you a zombie or a slave to Unicron. B l u r r: Trade? Hnnh. Depends. I'm not a fan of being ripped off. Bevel: *it does make you a drugged fueled rage roider but details* LORDStarscream: A fuel that makes you so fast, it appears that time has ground to a stop around you. Sunstreaker: /shrugs at Sides/ Pretty sure he's just buying time until Prime gets back. IF he comes back B l u r r: ... Ah... /twitches entire frame. Flex claws/ B l u r r: Depends on what you'd want. We pirates can get anything. LORDStarscream: My Decepticons have a healthy cache of such a substance... although we don't just hand it out for free. Sides: ... What if he doesn't come back? [looks at Sunny ] Who's leading ? B l u r r: Depends on what you'd want. Sunstreaker: Nobody I guess... Sides: ... Huh. [frowns ] Sides: Guess there's no one to lead anyway. No wonder he took off. Sides: Surprised he ditched Jazz, though. LORDStarscream: Oh, the usual—weapons, armor, rare artifacts of great power... B l u r r: ... I have an All Spark. B l u r r: / smirks/ Oh, but he's not for sale. Wing: *that gets his attention* B l u r r: I'm sure I could find /something/ in the various verses. B l u r r: There's always someone to steal from. LORDStarscream: Then don't waste my time with things that aren't for sale. B l u r r: I have plenty of weapons and armor, but it's not something that I would hand over to you. You're liable to back stab me. B l u r r: And my back has enough scars. Sunstreaker: Maybe he didn't know? He took off pretty fast LORDStarscream: Pf! Please. What would I stand to gain? Sides: I don't know. Jazz never tried to contact any of us. And if he's here, he's not even comin for us. He probably ditched, too. LORDStarscream: My focus is on Cybertron and its restoration. Not screwing over petty pirate crews. B l u r r: We're not /petty/ Sunstreaker: Jazz wouldn't do that, he would have said something. ... Right? LORDStarscream: The security on this ship is so lax, a mech who's trying to kill you was able to walk in and take a seat. LORDStarscream: It's not exactly the most tightly-run ship, is it? Sides: Would he? [scoffs and just crosses arms. ] He's just like everyone else. Hiding for himself. B l u r r: / twitches claws/ It IS tightly run. B l u r r: Starscream can TRY to kill me all he wants, but he'll never succeed. B l u r r: He's not a threat to me. LORDStarscream: Mhmm. Sunstreaker: I dunno... Maybe. Remember his history. B l u r r: Oh, but you'll fan your precious alternate. Someone has to. Sides: Well, I hope he doesn't come back. Sides: He's no help. LORDStarscream: Funny. That's what most of my kills thought too. B l u r r: I'm not that easy to kill. Or intimidate. Sunstreaker: I guess. /huffs/ Should we stay here? I don't like the looks of most of these mechs... Especially the obvious one. Sides: [ scowls and just shrugs ] I don't care. LORDStarscream: The ability to feel intimidated is the ability to recognize a naked threat. I'm not impressed by its deficit. Sides: It doesn't matter where we stay. Someone's always trying to kill us. LORDStarscream: *stands* But fine. Let me know if you find something useful. Perhaps a trade can be arranged. B l u r r: Regardless of the little brain game you want to play. B l u r r: It's about a trade, not an alliance. LORDStarscream: *disgusted look* Who said anything about an ALLIANCE? Eugh. B l u r r: I'll let you know what I can steal. I travel plenty of verses. I'm sure there's something you don't have. B l u r r: Like tact. Sunstreaker: Guess that's true. LORDStarscream: *snorts* I save that for people who have impressed me. Bevel: *well that could have gone better* B l u r r: I don't need to impress you. /crosses arms/ B l u r r: Like I said, if I find something, I'll offer the trade. B l u r r: I'm always willing to go faster than everyone else. Sides: [glances at Sunny ] If you wanna stay on Earth, the stay there. Sides: You'reprobably gonna look for Blaster anyway, right? LORDStarscream: Then you don't need my tact. LORDStarscream: Fine. *ping.* You have my comm. B l u r r: Are we striking a deal or not? The next thing I find is yours. B l u r r: But I want double the amount. Sunstreaker: ... I do yeah, but I don't want us to get separated again. LORDStarscream: I don't want the next thing you find. I want the first thing you find that I consider interesting. LORDStarscream: Find something interesting, tell me what it is, I'll tell you if I want it, then we can haggle over the price. B l u r r: / snerk/ Fine. Sides: [ huffs] I guess. Wing: *watching Sides and Sunstreaker* If I may? Sides: [ rolls shoulder and cracks neck armor ]  Huh? Sunstreaker: Hm? B l u r r: If I find it interesting enough, I'm willing to pay routinely for it. Wing: I apologize for eavesdropping, but if you need a place to stay safely, I can offer one. All I ask is peace while you are there. LORDStarscream: Then I'll await your comm. B l u r r: Oh, don't worry. It won't take me long. B l u r r: I'm pretty swift. Sunstreaker: /squints at Wing/ ... Full offense, we've got no idea who you are. Sides: ... I probably shouldn't be near people at all. Wing: *he nods* I understand. I don't know you either. I don't expect you to accept. My name is Wing. Sides: Sideswipe. [ motions to Sunny ] My brother. B l u r r: Honestly... / vents and flops back on the couch/ I'm sure I can find something... /tapping chinplate / B l u r r: Bit dangerous, but that makes it more valuable. Sunstreaker: /small hand wave at Wing/ Wing: *he nods to them* If you should change your mind, please let me know. Again, all I ask is peace while you stay. LORDStarscream: Hm. We'll see. Sunstreaker: Heh, can't make a promise on that. Thaks for the offer. B l u r r: Yes, we will. When it comes to speed, I am incredibly serious LORDStarscream: I meant about the /value/ of what you find. B l u r r: That' what I'm saying.  What I give you won't be a waste of your time. LORDStarscream: Now, if we're quite done exchanging clever quips, my army needs me. B l u r r: ... / he misses that. Ah well. Shrugs / You have my comm. /pings/ I have yours. I'll contact you. Sides: We'll keep it in mind... [ nods] LORDStarscream: *nods to Bevel.* A pleasure, as always. Wing: *he waves at that* No need. It's about time anyway. Bevel: Good night, Lord Starscream. B l u r r: / flicks claws / LORDStarscream: Good night. *heads for the door.* B l u r r: / the idea of something making him faster is so tempting / Bevel: *should go herself, it's getting late and others have been filtering out for a while now* B l u r r: / bounce bounce leg / LORDStarscream: ... *stops at the doorway. turns.* Blurr. B l u r r: Hnnh? Sunstreaker: /nudges Sides/ We should go, there's a place nearby we can hideout. LORDStarscream: Keep Bevel safe. B l u r r: ... My crew will always be safe. So long as I'm here. LORDStarscream: Good. Sides: ... [ rubs helm ] I don't know, Sunny. Bevel: *grins* Sides: I /really/ shouldn't be around people. Sunstreaker: It's alright, I'm kinda the only one there... LORDStarscream: *doesn't have anything else to add to that, he supposes. turns again and leaves.* B l u r r: / looks at Bevel / I will. B l u r r: You guys are safe with me. Bevel: And I will keep you safe too. Bevel: *nods* Drift: ((and i forgot what i was doing with drift, if anything, so. *skedaddles*)) Bevel: [[night B l u r r: ... I haven't heard that one in a while. Sides: Yeah, but- I mean, yeah. Bevel: Really? Wing: *why is he still here he needs to go he's too tired* B l u r r: Eh, Drift says it sometimes and so do a few rare others, but. No one has said that to me in a while. B l u r r: My Prime... he used to tell me that a lot. We had this thing. I kept him safe, he kept me safe. Sunstreaker: Come on Sides, /stands up and nudges his shoulder/ It'll be fine where I'm at. There's nobody around. Sides: [ frowns more ] I don't sleep really anymore. Bevel: Then I am extra glad I said it. *stands up* I am gonna go now. Sides: I'll just... keep watch. B l u r r: ... Yeah. Yeah, sure. B l u r r: / lifts claw to wave at Wing and Bevel / Wing: Thank you for the stream. *again. wave. he needs gone* Sunstreaker: That's fine, come on. I don't want to be around Blurr right now anyway Sides: [ sighs ] ... [ just stands up and presses doors in close to his back] Bevel: *she's bad at moments but she'll take a second longer than usual to put her left hand to her chest and give Blurr and slight bow before leaving* B l u r r: / w-wweh ;-; a proper salute / Bevel: *a slight bow even, moment ruined by spelling error whee* Bevel: [[night everybody Sides: [[ ni ni ]]