#lord-overlips

[mnemoiisms]

Trepan would find a letter taped to his door when next he left his hab suite, affixed with a unicorn sticker. There were more stickers covering it, hearts, stars, friendly little creatures making the letter look innocent and garish beyond belief. Surely there was nothing suspicious within the paper. What could it hurt to take a look?

At first, it is ignored. Assumed to be another one of the standard 'Building is having X maintenance' or 'Roads will be closed X day for Y event'.

However, it is light catching the holographic coating of various shapes that makes him lean back out his door to look at the strange ... mail that if he were a more social fellow he would write off as a secret admirer. Digits pinching a corner to peel off his door and inspect, a glance up both ends of the hallways, and he's pulling up the last 12 hours of security feed while he goes and finds a letter opener, and a bucket, in case this has any glitter inside it...

[chosenmonarch]

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| send “📞” to receive a drunk phone call from my muse || @lord-overlips

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"Hey. Hi. I'm bored right now. Things are pretty boring at the top. I don't have many to talk with. How are you doing? What's life like now that the war is over? Mine is... not really what I had hoped for."

[lord-overlips]

The Praxian Polar Night held the ruined city in its claws. Not many braved the cold, even the Constructicons had gone home for the week. But what appeared to be a minibot continued to scavenge through a clearly separated pile of scrap to be melted down and reused for repairs. It looked up, a strange light on the side of its helm obscuring details as it stared, frozen, at Overlord.

Ah, he'd missed that look. That simply gorgeous look of cold dread that left his victims paralysed. He could probably walk up to them right now and snap their neck with a flick of his servos before the poor bot even managed to move.

"Hello, sweetspark...." His lips curled in a broad, thoroughly pleased grin. "Fancy a game?"

[red-in-revolt]

"I see the way you were watching...."

*wiggles the aft*

Redstrike lifts a brow-plate and gives a small snicker. "It's hard to miss when it's nearly level to my optics. I'd compliment you on it, but I'm afraid you'd enjoy the spectacle too much." He mused, though there was no denial forth coming and his split tail flicked behind him with interest.

[hands-of-stars]

Overlord stares at the cieling again, wondering about that previous... very strange conversation. Was he drunk? Was he still addled in the processor from that manta ray's spines? Hm...

"Hello? Space? Are you there?" He felt utterly ridiculous saying the words.

There was a mere moment of silence, the sounds of overlords surroundings being the only defening thing he could possibly hear for a minute. That was until It spoke, having recognised that call from the awkward encounter from- some point in its memory. It didn't quite understand why one such being would call for its company despite having been so strange towards it before? “One is here and everywhere at once. Dost thou have a query?”

[onyxlordofbeasts]

"Two questions. One- can I call you ClipClop? Too bad I'm doing it." "Two- How much for a pony ride?"

"One- no you may not. Two- does this look like Equestria to you? At least call me a horse like everyone else too ignorant to recognize a Kirin when they see one." He growls before he pauses and can't help but snicker and give the other mech a smirk.

"Also, price depends on how desperate you are to get a taste."

[symphonicdemise]

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"You're no fun! Come closer and say that! You look delicious."

​"Absolutely not! I have no idea where that glossa of yours has been."

[captainseamech]

"Arrrrrr! booty!"

Overlord gives that aft a slap.

             If High Tide planned on drinking anything, it was impossible after spilling it all over his chassis glass with a surprised yelp. He just... freezed there for a moment or two before peeking over his shoulder at the taller mech.

             “D-Do ye mind??” He was mentally praying the other didn’t hear that...