Getaway's Retreat

//ACCESS GRANTED// Finally on the Lost Light and some semblance of home! Current Location: The Lost Light Personal Status: Fully operational. Member of Clan Lambo. Sly Singer. M!A: SHATTER-WEEKEND (Ends 9/1)

[jamadharling-blog]

you did it

[drunkenforcefields]

Tickle the back of Getaway's hips, on either side of the spine, right above his butt. - Sincerely, Boss

What the hell, Boss? Why would I….well, an order is an order.

::Hey, Getaway! You around?::

[smoothgetaway]

::I might be.:: Getaway said, in a distracted half sing-song voice. ::What do you need, Trailbreaker?::

[smoothgetaway]

I GOT AN INTERVIEW AT BAYLOR COLLEGE OF MEDICINE

// FUCK YES HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH

[smoothgetaway]

I THINK THAT MAYBE WE COULD FIND A PLACE AND HAVE A BEACH PARTY. I THINK THAT WOULD BE FUN

You have said the magic words.

Getaway immediately grabbed the tura's head and lowered it so that they were looking optic to eye. 

"DO IT. DO IT NOW. I WILL CALL EVERYBODY AND MAGNUS CAN'T STOP US. THIS IS HAPPENING. THIS IS HAPPENEING NOW."

Getaway might be a tad bit excited.

[smoothgetaway]

"Right you never been to earth. It's a holiday on my home planet."

"Oh, so what's it about?"

[smoothgetaway]

"Ready for Halloween?"

"Hallow what? What is a ween and why is it sacred?"

[smoothgetaway]

I WORK IN COMMUNICATIONS SO IF YOU EVER GO IN THERE BE CAREFUL OF THE JUNK STREWN ABOUT THE FLOOR. IT DOESN'T WANT TO STAY IN THE CORNER. ALSO HAVE YOU BY CHANCE LOST A TINY TREE?

JUNK? CORNER? NO I HAVEN'T. 

[smoothgetaway]

"Hello Getaway."

"Hi, Jessica."

[voiceofthetitans-blog]

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

She squeaked as the other hurled towards her, trying to jump out of the way, but only succeeding in clipping Getaway as she attempted to scoot to the side.

Her fanblades whirred to life as she tried to stay up, but she only ended up falling over with Getaway, the two of them stuck in an awkward, tangled mess on the floor.

She groaned, squirming slightly to ensure everything was still working, before she sighed.

"Next time, aim for the wall, not for the Cityspeaker." A small pause, "You okay?"

[smoothgetaway]

Getaway’s forced chuckles echoed in the chamber. “Oh believe me, the slag our people get into on a yearly basis. It’s ridiculous!” He rolled over onto his back with a loud “Ooph!” and laid sprawled eagle across the tiled floor. He lifted one finger to point at the ceiling. 

"Tell him that I don’t appreciate being turned into a data-disc and I hope that he appreciates his internal organs do not rank Army of Tiny Minicons on the Slag-Cybertron-Gets-Into Scale. It’s somewhere between Ultra Magnus Smiling and Whirl On A Rampage, if he wants to be technical about it."

He waved his finger in the air for a few more seconds before his arm fell back to the floor. He lolled his head to face Windblade and asked. “Are you okay? Two tons of idiot didn’t hurt, did it?”

[voiceofthetitans-blog]

"Nothing ever happens on Caminus. I went from a peaceful life to suddenly minibots in abundance, necrotitans, the end of the universe… Is there ever anything mundane that happens around here?”

A small laugh escaped her. “He can understand you, you know. Probably not this far down, but perhaps you should have some words with him when we can get back to his processor. I feel like I wouldn’t be able to capture the essence of Getaway as smoothly as I’d like to.”

She whirred her fanblades and raised her arms lazily. She could still move, and still fly. She had a few dents, sure, but that was nothing.

She shook her helm with a small smile. “I’ve had worse.”

[smoothgetaway]

"Glad to know you're alright," he said quietly. Getaway sat up and shook his shoulders, panels flapping on reflex. "However, we are the very definition of Not-Mundane. If you look the word up in the lexicons, there's a picture of Cybertron right next to it."

He turned to face her fully. "I might have a few words with him about controlling his autonomic nervous system or something. But what's this about essence of Getaway?"

[thestarswereyoung-blog]

smoothgetaway replied to your post:[Did someone say bird skritches?]

That’s a bird. That is a bird. Why is that a bird. Hello bird. “Where did you come from, you adorable thing?”

The creature that had pearched near Getaway was odd-looking: seeming organic in origin. It was large enough to equal a minibot with bright orange feathers and four eyes that seemed to smolder like cinders. As it moved, the holoform flickered once before becoming semi-solid again.

Oh, yep. That’s the spot. He’s just going to lean into skritches and chitter happily. ~ѕℓу ѕιηﻭєя?~ the bird chirped a moment later.

[smoothgetaway]

What a beautiful creatu- holoform, Getaway thought, correcting himself halfway through. Someone had a taste for bright colors and aesthetically pleasing avian features. It made the cutest of sounds, the pleased chittering vibrating up his hands.

Hold the comm. lines. 

Getaway withdrew his hand quickly and stared then squinted at the bird.

"Caminus?" Getaway said incredulously. 

[whenthemusicisrockin-blog]

[TEXT] Dear Diary, at some point, I want to organize a giant slumber party, but I'm not sure who I'm going to ask to come. I mean, a three-hundred strong slumber party would be fantastic, but at the same time, is it logistically viable? I think we have the venues for it. Hmm. Blaster is definitely coming if I'm not inviting everyone. Aaah! It would be great if I could see him give a performance in person. I've never seem him live, only heard what was on the broadcasts during the war.

[TEXT]:  I am not sure you are supposed to write a diary entry in a text message but if you do have a slumber party, I will be there.  :)   You might want to specify what kind of performance you want though.  

[whenthemusicisrockin-blog]

[TEXT]  Uh curiosity.  That and the entry of yours that you accidentally sent sort of makes me believe that was not the first time you mentioned me… and I was right. 

[smoothgetaway]

……………………..

[TEXT] …………………………. okay. So?

[whenthemusicisrockin-blog]

[TEXT]  I am seriously flattered by that.  It’s kind of cool.

[smoothgetaway]

[TEXT] Eeeeh uh uh uh uh well, uh, I don't know how many times people are written about in other people's diaries. So uh you're welcome?

[phase6blackshadow]

[TEXT] So in regards to the last time we spoke, which would provide a better fuel source and make us a slagton of shanix? Polka-powered solarsails or black dumertoid harvesting? I know we're talking hypotheticals, but inquiring minds what to know. Namely mine.

Send a [TEXT] that was meant for my muse but they weren’t supposed to receive.

[TEXT]:

…

What.

[smoothgetaway]

[TEXT] Obviously it’s me, you’ve only been getting my texts for the last few days. Did you misplace my frequency or something? Hold on a moment, I need to stick this landing.

[phase6blackshadow]

[TEXT]

Ugh. Listen, this isn’t who you think it is.

You’re free to guess if you wanna though.

Go on, I’ll give you three shots. 

[smoothgetaway]

[TEXT] Chromedome, stop fragging with me and get Brainstorm back on the line. I have serious revenue to build up for a good cause.

[whenthemusicisrockin-blog]

Red String of Fate

70. Our muses are destined to fall for each other when they’re stranded on an island an abandoned planet. 

"… That’s it.  We lost communications."  Blaster told Getaway, looking up at him.  "I can try to get it back but I would need to be someplace that I can get a stronger signal."   A pause.  "If I can… this place looks pretty empty.  Primitive technology too."   But Getaway was part of the ‘Diplomatic Corp’.  Surely he knew how to get off this planet.  Even with their smaller explorer craft currently out and not able to be fixed. 

[smoothgetaway]

Getaway stood on top of their ship and looked out over the plains and ruins of their impromptu landing zone. "If we can get to higher ground, we might be able to set up a beacon and someone here or out there could catch onto it."

Getaway paused, thinking quickly of everything they had and could use. "We could still use the ship as a shelter if it will stay stable and we'll need to get some maps of the area and scavenge what we can get. Is there anything you'll need to get a beacon up? Extra tools? Materials?"

[smoothgetaway]

You seem a bit sad about it though. Why?

"I’m just mopey because I’m lonely. Give me a few hours and some distractions and I’ll be okay."

[whenthemusicisrockin-blog]

"Well, I try to keep being a positive influence."  He grinned, getting comfortable right back up against Getaway, and hey,  it definitely is beating loneliness for a pair of mechs.  

[smoothgetaway]

"And you do it so well," Getaway murmured against his side. He sighed slowly and, working up the courage to actually get his vocalizer online, asked, "Do you mind if I stay here? For a little while?"

[guiltiswhatmakesusdifferent]

Can I step on you now?

"I’d expect noting less from your kind." he squeaked.

[guiltiswhatmakesusdifferent]

"You wouldn’t!"

[whenthemusicisrockin-blog]

Would.  In fact, looking for a proper spot right now.    You’d get all the attention you could ever want.  

[guiltiswhatmakesusdifferent]

"NO! If you take me aboard the lost light I’ll have you executed!!!" He didn’t want those fools to see him, especially not the captain.

[whenthemusicisrockin-blog]

"Oh execution?  Wouldn’t be the first time.  But this… this makes me believe in karma again.  Isn’t karmic retribution the best?  I’ll put you in between the cactuses I keep getting.  If you are lucky, no one would notice." 

[smoothgetaway]

Getaway's Tyrest-Torture senses are going off though he has no idea why. They tell him that perhaps there would be such a nice venture to come in the next few hours. He will keep an optic out just in case.

[smoothgetaway]

You come across a Predacon gnawing on a bulkhead. What will you do?

Stare at him and ask, “What the Pit?”

[rip-roaring-ruffian]

Darksteel stopped chewing and looked up. “I HAVE TO CHEW OR ELSE MY DENTEA WILL GROW OUT OF WHACK, OKAY?! I CHOSE THIS THING BECAUSE… BECAUSE.” 

[smoothgetaway]

"You chose to chew through the hull of the ship," Getaway said exasperatedly. He waved at the half chewed metal, "You know, the thing keeping us from being sucked out into a vacuum-” He shook his head and held up both hands. “Do you not see the problem with this? Why don’t you ask for an unused I-beam or something!?”

[rip-roaring-ruffian]

"This is an interior support." Darksteel pointed out as if that really made a difference. "And sometimes I donno…" He sighed defeatedly as he looked over the damage. "… Sometimes chewing just anything wont do the trick."

[smoothgetaway]

Getaway crossed his arms and considered the larger mech. "Alright. So what do you normally do when chewing doesn't do the trick? Couldn't we numb your mouth and go at them with a sander?"

Practical Getaway is practical and perhaps a tad insensitive.

[smoothgetaway]

"ff+Tyrest"

After bashing his helm into the wall to get that last piece of terribly written literature out of his mind and hoping against hope that Tailgate would never find it lest it break his mind, he again went to the datapad to shut the damn thing off to find that it had changed titles again.

Smoke Rings on Regel-Vagus. 

Curiousity and a habit of reading born of his many times memorizing sensitive documents, Getaway glanced to the rest of the story. This was was much better written because it didn't seem to be focusing on the anatomically impossible. That being said, Tyrest should not look that hot in dark colors and be nowhere near that polite to him.

...!

OH Primus above! NO!

"I am not!" He shouted at the datapad! "I would never give up the Autobots for him!"