#problemswithparallels

[verdigrisprowl]

Cityspeaking

To attempt to try to describe the act of cityspeaking through Prowl’s perspective would be a fruitless endeavor, because it requires poetry and metaphor—both of which he’s nearly incapable of processing. Without the experience to read the thoughts off the surface of Metroplex’s mind, Prowl had to hardwire in directly, and with a full connection between the two of them he spent more time trying to comprehend what was happening in his own mind than he did actually speaking for Metroplex.

Here. Click this. Get your number. Choose the appropriate link: One. Two. Three. Whichever one you saw is an accurate symbolic representation of what the experience is like for Prowl, and the other two links are now false. They might be true somewhere else, in a slightly different plane—a timeline that didn’t quite converge—but not in this one. Not from where you’re watching. The realities will snap back together when he’s done.

But not until then.

His consciousness swam back and forth between his mind and Metroplex’s, drifting between baffled lucidity and delirious calculations. Somehow he felt more alive and awake than he had in months, and yet he couldn’t shake the bleary, drowning, fever dreamlike feeling that hung over him.

To anyone watching, he was clearly drifting in and out of himself. One moment he’s fully present, optics sharp, features rigid, stiltedly barking out his translations of Metroplex’s commands and requests. The next moment, he’s in a half swoon, sunk back into the cables and coolant supporting his frame while his mind works, as cold and distant from the world around him and as dependent on the equipment cradling him as the wire-tangled mainframe that had been made out of his alternate. And the moment after that, he’s a complete stranger, optics twitching and roving around the room, smirkingly introducing himself as a cruel green monster that hasn’t been awake in months.

When it’s all over at last and Prowl has been carefully unplugged, he doesn’t wake up for two hours.

[rurounidrift]

Fall of the Council

Drift hadn't laughed this much in years.

This time, the Functionists had been ready for the Lost Light. They had weeks knowing an attack was coming, and hours watching the Metrotitans approach. So this time, Drift and his forces weren't met with disorganized, confused guards. These were trained, professional soldiers.

He massacred them.

Mercilessly, gratuitously, gruesomely. Three swords, two guns, and one gun-sword, and every one of them saw use. Easily switching between blades and bullets, a ballerina one second and a berzerker the next. The biggest challenge was not catching his allies in the crossfire.

It was lucky Whirl was near. Every time Drift saw him, he remembered SECOND ORDER: DO NOT KILL, and that was enough to shake him out of his trance and re-remind him that the mechs with red badges weren't targets. Whirl probably accidentally saved a few lives, because Drift wasn't overly concerned with whose heads he was lopping/blasting off.

He was concerned with his targets. He was concerned with killing the fragger that had hurt Rodimus.

"Which one?"

Drift had two Councilors at his feet. The one with the bleeding leg stump had a hand gun pointed at his head. The other one had a massive gun aimed at his central optic that was wider than his crushed torso.

"Captain wants you alive. Field Commander says we don't need all of you alive. Cooperate and your odds impove. Which one'a you fraggers was in charge of torturing Rodimus Prime." He jerked his handgun at the one-legged Councilor. "Well?"

"I—I don't kn—"

The one-legged Councilor's head exploded. The other let out a wheezing scream that whistled through the cracks in his chest as he jerked away.

The muzzle of the larger gun followed his optic. "Which one."

"H-him!" Cracked chest pointed at another one of the Councilors. "It was him, it was all him, it was his idea, he was—"

Wordlessly, Drift turned away from cracked chest and stalked toward his new target. He stowed his handgun, grabbed the Councilor's upper arm in a vice grip, and said to the Lost Lighter guarding him, "Back in a few." He dragged the Councilor out of the room and down the hall.

The screams stopped long before the sounds of violence did.

Fifteen minutes later, Drift was back, covered head to ped in pink blood and wearing a new cape.

[verdigrisprowl]

Prep II

For the last three days, Prowl had spent almost all of his time alone, doing something that looked suspiciously like meditating. He wasn't, of course—and anyone who got close enough to him to notice how his fans were roaring and his vents were blasting hot air would realize that. He was working through a heavy processor load. He was decoding Metroplex's data.

Skids—rarity of rarities—had been wrong. He wasn't meant to accept Metroplex's data dump without examining it. Maybe Rodimus was supposed to passively accept whatever a Metrotitan fed him, but Prowl couldn't bring himself to do that, and Metroplex apparently recognized that. The data Prowl had received was meant to be decompressed and decoded.

Prowl was slower than most mechs at decompressing large files, and Metroplex's were more complicated than most, dense with archaic code and allusions to myths and poems Prowl had never heard of before, riddled with star maps and vast timelines and internal references to internal references to data Prowl hadn't decoded yet. Still, he was making progress, and understanding about five percent of what he'd decompressed so far.

Enough to have learned two important lessons. The first was very simple, and delivered sternly in plain, easily comprehensible Neocybex: Stay the #¿#%¿§ away from space bridge. Okay. Fair enough. Prowl supposed he deserved that.

The second lesson he'd worked out: the name "cityspeaker" was ambiguous, and all this time Prowl had interpreted it wrong. Cityspeaking didn't mean speaking to the city—representing the people and translating their commands to the Metrotitan. The Metrotitan didn't need his people's commands to be translated. He understood them just fine. Cityspeaking meant speaking for the city—translating the Metrotitan's questions and declarations to the people. As long as Prowl was operating as cityspeaker, he wasn't passing on Rodimus's orders—he was functioning as Metroplex's voice. Which was significantly harder than what Prowl had thought he'd be doing. How was he supposed to speak on behalf of someone even he didn't understand?

But there was nobody else who could do it. If it wasn't him then it was going to be Rodimus, stupidly pulling double duty. Prowl had to help. So, he'd just have to make sure he understood as much as possible.

And so he worked. Spending every spare second processing as much of the data from Metroplex as possible. Both when he was awake and when he slept—he made more progress decompressing data in his sleep, but didn't understand it when he woke back up. He was still working on the day the campaign was to begin.

He was still working as he sat on the Leading Light, waiting to depart, optics dim and fans high.

[verdigrisprowl]

((yo I'm gonna be on the road tomorrow and at a con Saturday and Sunday so I probably won't be on Skype for a while. So when we're ready to start plot stuff, if somebody could just IM or submit whatever I need to know to write Drift's and Prowl's parts, that'd be great. Thank you. ♥))

((and if anyone goes "oh hey Puff is gonna be at a con this weekend, maybe we should hold off starting the plot for her until she's free again" please gently and lovingly put duct tape over their mouth. Because I am so ready for this plot to be over and I am good at multitasking and I don't want the plot to be put off three MORE days because every three day delay turns into a three week delay which turns into a three month delay. I can spit out a couple drabbles at a con.))

((tl;dr might not be available for skype this weekend but 100% available for finishing the plot, just send me my part.))

[verdigrisprowl]

May 30 Lost Light Stream - Sixteen Candles & Clueless

Somehow Prowl managed to share a couch with Ratchet, Getaway, AND Quark tonight. That’s, like... 100% of his current booty call list. Sixteen Candles annoyed everyone. Clueless was better.

And there was Functionist Universe plot stuff! The battle will finally be happening this week. Prowl found out that Soundwave is going on a secret mission, tried to twist both Rodimus and Soundwave into telling him what that secret mission was, informed Rodimus just what he thinks of his whole “liberate Cybertron and throw it into anarchy” plan, and finally decided that he would accept Soundwave’s offer IF he talked to Skids first and Skids didn’t tell him what he wanted to know.

Welcome to the 'lostlightstream' room. Drift: *is already sitting on the snack table.* Ratchet: *what do Rodimus and Drift have against giving people unimpeded access to the snack table* Rodmus: *they are not in the way* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble isn't eating any of those snacks.* Rodmus: *yes hello hubby it is date night OuO* Ratchet: *why not just put a couch there instead if they're always going to be sitting on it* Rodmus: *He likes to be up high* Ratchet: *Ratchet didn't bring his own snacks. now he has to walk all the way down the hall to the space bridge to bridge home to get snacks before popping in again.* Drift: *Drift only sits on it because Rodimus sits on it. He'd prefer a couch himself.* Drift: *but who cares! date night!* Rodmus: *gasps* Drift: *that means twice as much cuddles as on a normal night!* Rodmus: Sometime wrong with my snacks? >( Drift: *... which means literally more cuddles than the stream can hold* Drift: They look good to me. Rodmus: *pat the Drift* Ratchet: *Ratchet is not here to hear your question Rodimus he is gone. He will be back. With snacks. Soon.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah, your aft's on 'em.// Rodmus: Damn straight they do from the Lost Light's galley! Rodmus: *sifts and looks under his aft* Rodmus: Nope... none under me. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Points at Drift* //Nah, him.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Snicker, snicker* Rodmus: *reaches over to get some snacks to munch on* Drift: I didn't sit on anything. Rodmus: *shoves the snack in his outh all at once and lifts Drift to look under him* Drift: But hey! If you don't want all these awesome oil cakes... *what if he just. puts the entire plate on his lap.* Drift: *!!!* Rodmus: All clear. Drift: *takes the oil cakes with him* Ratchet: [[ "then what's holding your butt up" i automatically respond, like a smart *** ]] Drift: ((a fair question)) Drift: ((what if Drift just did that thing where you bend your legs to look like you're sitting on thin air)) Rodmus: (lol Rodmus: Oh!!! Rodmus: *claps hands* I heard someone in this room is going to get to punch Whirl in the face~ Drift: Two someones! Rodmus: Awesome! Record it! Ratchet: *pops back in. WITH SNACKS.* Rodmus: !!! Rodmus: More SNacks! *grabby hands* Rodmus: I want to try your snacks OuO Ratchet: ... Ratchet: You have your own. These are mine. Ratchet: *which he will be happy to share..... with FRIENDS.* Rodmus: Rood. These are sharing snacks Ratchet: And these are my snacks. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((sorry i was grabbing a rl snack)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Frag yeah. We'll kick his aft good.// Rodmus: *huffs* I didn't know Autobots were so.... greedy in your universe! Drift: Not worth it, Rodimus. Ratchet: ... Rodmus: *spoiler dips and going to shove some more snacks i nhis mouth to fill it* Ratchet: *wow sorry Prowl you were gonna have couch company tonight but Ratchet is walking right out* Prowl: *arrives just as Ratchet is leaving* ...Hello? *why's Ratchet walking the wrong way* Rodmus: *giives a nod at Prowl as he tries to choke down way too much he just shoved in his mouth* Rodmus: *chokes slightly and looks to the twins thumbs up* Ratchet: ... Hey. Drift: *pats Rodimus's back* Hey. Slow down a little. Drift: Date night's not gonna be any fun if you rupture your fuel tank. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave shakes his head. He's never going to get a decent observation of the boxyverse medic again* Rodmus: *half smile at Drift* Ratchet: *well this is awkward he would have put up with being INSULTED if Prowl had already been here because he's here for Prowl in the first place.* Ratchet: *Can he walk back in now that Prowl is here? He hasn't TECHNICALLY left yet.* Drift: *broad smile back* Drift: *... steals one of Rodimus's snacks. even though he has a full plate of oil cake.* Ratchet: *.... slow reverse back into room.* Feel like company? Rodmus: @D ::I had to occupy my intake!:: Rodmus: *raises optical ridge at Ratchet* Drift: @R «If you'd said that, you could've used me.» Prowl: Yes. ... Although, if you want to leave, I'm expecting company soon. Rodmus: @D ::Sure that will not be th eonly time I need that service! I feel a welling of sassy:: Rodmus: *laughs* Ratchet: Oh yeah? Who's coming? Rodmus: I need to wait to start the show Prowl? Rodmus: ((they are in the doorway ish yeah? Prowl: No, Rodimus. He's in line at Swerve's, he might be a while. Prowl: ((yep)) Prowl: He's a... *struggles to find the right word* ... subordinate. Getaway. I don't think you've met him. Rodmus: Getaway is actually coming? Prowl: I promised him a movie. This was convenient. Rodmus: huh. Rodmus: He is going to hate this one. Rodmus: OH GEEE Rodmus: I forgot I promised Skids james Bond?! Ratchet: Oh. He was on your comm for a while, right? When you were on the moon. Prowl: ... Skids comes to these? I haven't seen him here before. Prowl: Yes, he was manning my comm. You spoke to him? Rodmus: Nah he had duty normally same time. There is Team Rodimus hangouts. Rodmus: ((getaway more likely is 2 removed very sparkly)) Ratchet: [[ i can't remember if ratchet talked to getaway or not?? shoot, i know Siren did. ]] Rodmus: ((cause i am guessing Getaway is a wide net like Rodimus lol Prowl: ((Getaway is hella sparkly)) Rodmus: ((A shiney Prowl: ((it looks someone stirred glitterglue into a jar of more glitter)) Rodmus: ((and more glitter on top Prowl: ((just to be sure)) sketch changed their nickname to Tailgate. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Aw, not that fragger.// Ratchet: Nah, but I heard him on the frequency. *shrug* Ratchet: *he will stay* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave quietly orders the minis to stay on his couch tonight* Prowl: ... Ah. So the James Bond showing would be an exclusive event. ItsyBitsySpyers: *And looks a little more interested in their conversation than usual. Spy movies?* Rodmus: Hm... I guess I could make it public Prowl: I would be interested in watching. *lol what's a james bond* Rodmus: Just need to make it a time Skids and Nightbeat are both off. Rodmus: Well! Everyone get a seat. No brooding i nthe corners! Rodmus: *slides off the table going to sit in corner couch tonight. Prowl: *right. should take a seat.* Rodmus: Oh slag its my song. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He is always in this corner. He likes this corner.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And he doesn't brood.]] Drift: ... "No brooding in the corners," huh Rodimus? Rodmus: We are making out in a corner. Different Drift *boops nose* Drift: Ah. That's okay, then. Rodmus: I was directing my comment at Tall purple and not-con ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We are not Decepticons.]] Rodmus: *struts over and plops i nthe corner couch* ItsyBitsySpyers: *But point taken. Cyclonus IS broody, from what they've seen.* Rodmus: *swuints at* Are you all purple? Tailgate: ((hello everyone! what's going on?)) Rodmus: Wait you are ex-cons thou! Rodmus: ((Hello~ Rodmus: Cyclonus is a not-con Drift: Tall purple and not-con isn't here, is he? Ratchet: *will take a seat with Prowl* Cyclonus: No, I am not a Decepticon, and yes, I am here. Ratchet: [[ tailgate hun that colour is kinda painful ]] Drift: *JUMPS?? didn't even notice Cyclonus wow* Rodmus: Ninja unicorn. Rodmus: Hi you two :D Prowl: ((HEY LIZ fyi I'm gonna be bringing in Getaway in a bit)) Tailgate: ((oh! sorry about that! How's this?)) Tailgate: Hi Cyclonus! Prowl: ((since Getaway never needed to come up with a way to get rid of Megs, I figure he probably never really talked to TG in this verse)) Ratchet: [[ much better! ]] Cyclonus: *nods at Tailgate* Prowl: ((is that cool with you, or would you rather they have a history?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((is this the cyclonus with the metal abba song)) Rodmus: ((no ItsyBitsySpyers: ((which was awesome by the way if so)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ahh) Rodmus: ((that one doesnt live on my ship ItsyBitsySpyers: ((got it)) Rodmus: ((o7 Prowl: ((what is our Cyclonus's URL, btw? I should follow them)) Cyclonus: ((remnanthope.tumblr.com <3)) Prowl: ((thank~)) Rodmus: ((they are seeing if they like us! Cyclonus: ((np! don't mind me if i'm just lurking, i just woke up from a long nap so i'm still half a sleep, haha!)) Prowl: ((a trial Cyclonus. Coolio~)) Rodmus: ((*put rodimus on wrost behavior* Rodmus: *wiggles* Ratchet: [[ are we starting soon ]] Rodmus: ((yep after this song sorry i got caught up in talking dicks Rodmus: *sprawls across Drift's lap* Drift: *nuzzles* Rodmus: ((oh they are in LA? ish? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Transformed? What kinda alt she got?// Drift: ... Is there supposed to be a big difference between 15 and 16? Rodmus: Apparently she didnt transform. Rodmus: Oh yeah Drift I think its like when there 2 week finishs? Ratchet: *just look at all those stylin' kids. they are So Cool.* Drift: ... Two week finishes? Rodmus: You know adults? Rodmus: It takes a long time for them despit how short their lives are. Drift: Oh! That two weeks. I was trying to think about what humans do in two weeks. Rodmus: Bathroom? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Oh yeah, THAT disguised it.// Drift: *snerks* Really subtle. Cyclonus: ((it's dinner time for me so i'll brb <3)) Prowl: *mumbles* Getaway's going to be so bored when he gets here. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy's chin finally touches his chest. There is snoring. Rumble smacks him awake again.* Rodmus: Must suck to have that little game. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Lamb chop? They're gonna eat her?// Rodmus: Humans dont eat each other. Drift: You sure? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((wow wtf)) Rodmus: ((the music and sound effects lol Ratchet: [[ wow. wow the casual racism. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((seriously)) Rodmus: *half lids his optics* Rodmus: Is this a satire? Prowl: ... *looks at Ratchet* So. How are you? Drift: *shrugs. doesn't know.* Rodmus: Like... she thinks her life is the wrost but we --- I dont know. I am not caring at all about her. Ratchet: Not bad. ItsyBitsySpyers: //You 'n me both, glitterbot.// Drift: Apparently birthdays are a big deal to humans. Drift: ... And I'm not gonna lie. *points* I'd think my life is the worst if I had that flirting with me, too. Rodmus: Oh yeah! haha. That guy is a grade A dweed. Drift: Of course, I also would've decapitated him by now. But. Rodmus: The issue is totally that she cant punch him. Drift: Yeah. She obviously doesn't have any combat training. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave heads into the hallway to refuel early.* Prowl: *surprise. getaway's hiding in the hallway* Prowl: *finger to his faceplate. he's trying to miss the first movie. please don't tell.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave looks from Getaway to the door, then back. He's tempted.* Prowl: *hands laced together. please.* Ratchet: [[ i actually like this movie a lot for no good reason but ngl my favourite part right now is that the girl in the neck brace is a famous actress now. ]] Prowl: ((is she? who is she?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave finally nods. He'll keep this secret, but not for free. He motions for Getaway to face away from him.* Ratchet: [[ I DON'T KNOW HER NAME but i've seen like. at least five movies with her in them. enough that i recognize her face. ]] Ratchet: [[ maybe not famous so much as prolific?? ]] Prowl: *Getaway's not turning his back on Soundwave. goes into the medibay instead.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *That works too. Either way, he gets to eat in peace.* Prowl: ((oh no, do they plan on rewarding this creep? god.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ugh i hope not)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //No slag.// Prowl: ((I'm sure they do plan on it. They rewarded the douchehat in breakfast club too.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //RIP HIS HEAD OFF.// ItsyBitsySpyers: \\GET OUT THE FRAGGIN' CAR 'N SMASH HIS FACE IN THE DOOR\\ Drift: Come on! You've got nails and teeth! Drift: Flesh is soft! Ratchet: [[ iirc he doesn't hook up with her but he does get hold of underpants to "prove" to his douche friends that he "bagged a babe" ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((uuugh)) Ratchet: [[ i can't remember how. ]] Rodmus: *snrks* Rodmus: ...what? Drift: What. Rodmus: Well at least that looks more like a party. ItsyBitsySpyers: //What's so hard about tellin' someone you like 'em?// ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm being warned by someone else that this movie's about to take a bad turn)) Drift: If they outrank you and don't like you, demotions, reassignments, maybe execution... Drift: ... humans probably don't execute each other, though. Rodmus: ((I have never seen this Drift: I mean—not for THAT. Rodmus: ....I dont think autobots do that either. Drift: ......... I mean—I'm just—speaking hypothetically. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble considers this* Rodmus: ...Do Cons? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Eh, some.// Drift: ... *mumbles* only when the fragger doesn't know when to give up. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Or when you ain't a vehicle.// Rodmus: Fair enough. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Never asked none of them anyway.// Drift: ... Someone tried to execute you for not being a vehicle? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble slides off the couch and starts walking on his hands for something to do* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Huh? Naw, not me. Pal of mine. Got a scrap assignment.// Carefully avoiding a stray snack on the floor. //Minis ain't popular with big bots, you know?// Drift: Oh. I was gonna say you shoulda broke his knees. Rodmus: Good height to crack some knees. ItsyBitsySpyers: *WHOOPS. Lands on his aft. Gets up and does it again* //Ha! He shoulda. How 'bout you?// Drift: And you've got the... *pantomimes punching* Drift: What about me? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pleased smile. Yes, his piledrivers make good knee crackers, like Rodimus said.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //You said if they don't know when to stop buggin' ya. You get that before?// Drift: .... Yyyyeah. All the time. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Really?// Somehow he didn't expect that. //Guess ya busted knees, too.// Drift: ... Something like that, yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ugh)) Drift: ((yeah)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small hmm. Drift's being avoidant. New topic.* Drift: *there are too many autobots in the room* Drift: *buuut gives Rumble a glance and pantomimes shooting someone with a finger-gun* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's kind of getting that.* Drift: *he's not trying to be avoidant. there's just only so much he can say out loud here* Rodmus: *eye optics Drift* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Gun? Ouch.* Drift: *the sweetest smile for Rodimus* Rodmus: :3c ItsyBitsySpyers: //SO... bet none of you can do this.// Drift: ((ugh)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((double ugh)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble's pretty sure challenging everyone to cross the room without falling over makes a good distraction* Rodmus: Pew pew. Drift: ... Rodimus. Rodimus, get off. I've gotta do that. Rodmus: Huh? Rodmus: *sits up* Drift: *rumble has challenged the room. drift has to meet the challenge.* Rodmus: Whatcha doing? Drift: *does a handstand* Other side of the room, right? Rodmus: *cheers drift on* Go go Drift! ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yep! Don't gotta be fast, just gotta do it.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rolls onto his feet and turns around to watch* Drift: *takes one step. his swords slide out.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pfff.// Ratchet: [[ oh wait rumble's on his hands isn't he. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((was, but yeah)) Rodmus: ((lol cali is argnily glaring at the front door cause of the door bell sound ItsyBitsySpyers: ((poor cai)) ItsyBitsySpyers: cali)) Drift: *okay, but now he's gonna do it. check him out. super graceful.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Waits until the veeeeeeery end to change his arm and thump the ground with a giggle* Rodmus: *claps for drift* Drift: *falls* Rodmus: Cheater! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laughing* Drift: *manages to turn it into a somersault* Rodmus: *cheers* Drift: *is so close to the wall that the somersault ends up with him flopping upside-down against the wall* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laughing harder now, but clapping* Drift: *gives Rodimus a thumbs up. ... changes it to a thumbs down, so it looks rightside-up* Rodmus: *prances over to poke at Drift's feeties?* Drift: *wiggles them* I think that counts as a success. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Okay, but what about the Prime?// ItsyBitsySpyers: //He got the touch 'n power, or no balance at all?// Ratchet: [[ i don't remember this movie being THIS horribly cringe-worthy ]] Drift: ((when did you last see it?)) Ratchet: [[ a few years ago? maybe 5 years ago ]] Drift: ((it's probably less cringeworthy when you're actually high school age)) Rodmus: What we learned by watching thesemovies... human classics suck. Rodmus: Oh and they have no reason for the main love interests to be in love.... Ratchet: [[ oh puff ur so sweet. i was not in high school 5 years ago ]] Rodmus: *grabs at Drift's feets* Prowl: ((... I thought you were like, 22)) Prowl: ((HOW OLD ARE YOU)) Ratchet: [[ i literally just turned 24. ]] Prowl: ((OH)) Cyclonus: ((hello, young ones. LOL)) Prowl: ((... 19 is like a year out of college, ur ok)) Ratchet: [[ i may be the baby of the group but i'm not THAT much of a baby ]] Prowl: ((YEAR OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL)) Prowl: ((you know what i mean)) Ratchet: [[ yeh i was a year out of high school ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((everyone give thanks for the cleansing power of clueless)) Rodmus: ((yesh Rodmus: ((I havnt seen this is so long Ratchet: [[ JOAN CUSACK ]] Prowl: I'll be right back. I need to see what happened to Getaway. Ratchet: [[ that's who it was. the girl in the neck brace. ]] Rodmus: Oh no this is a kaeoke song Rodmus: *going to do just that* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave looks up as Prowl enters the hallway. He pings Getaway. Time to return, mech.* Prowl: It does NOT take an hour and a half to get fuel at Swerve's. Prowl: ((and mun needs to go get food, brb.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i hit enter early, but whatever, assume that got put in the right position)) Drift: *this time, Drift is flopping on top of Rodimus. sing away.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *In the meantime, he hears singing and he's going to go inside again so he can record it* Rodmus: *a shockling decent singer* Rodmus: I miss Pipse to sing with. Rodmus: *sing sing* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Cyclonus, Prowl, Drift, and Ratchet do not sing?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Most attentive audience. Such listening.* Rodmus: No idea! Prowl has good taste in music I'd sing with him. Rodmus: Cyc... he has like injuctions on his singing ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He has heard rumors, but no proof.]] Rodmus: *pokes Drift* You sing? Rodmus: ((puffs afk so ima run and go potty ItsyBitsySpyers: ((k)) Cyclonus: I only sing of Cybertron. Ratchet: You don't wanna hear me sing. ItsyBitsySpyers: *And now he's focusing on Cyclonus.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He would like to hear.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *It's not meant to be a cruel comment. He is genuinely interested.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Including you, Ratchet.]] Cyclonus: Perhaps on another occassion. I'm aware my vocals may agitate sensitive audials. ItsyBitsySpyers: *As you both wish. He nods and returns to his seat.* Ratchet: [[ fun fact though this song right here is the first song i ever sang at karaoke. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((heh!)) Rodmus: I dont know any Cybertorian songs! Rodmus: *tilts his helm* Or maybe I do. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You do not know what you know?]] Drift: ((back)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((wb)) Drift: I don't know any of the earth songs Rodimus plays. Rodmus: *grins* You try holding the knowelege of the Matrix! Drift: *smiles up at Rodimus* Besides, I'd rather hear you sing. Rodmus: I sing you you any time Drift <3 Rodmus: You know Cybertorian songs Drift? Drift: Sure. Rodmus: D: Drift: How can you NOT know Cybertronian songs? I mean... unless the Matrix deleted them or something. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Edges forward.* Rodmus: *shrugs* I don't--- I guess I know some. ProwlEtc: Getaway: I heard there was supposed to be a movie in here! What are we singing for? ProwlEtc: *yes hello Prowl managed to find Getaway. they're back.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Because there is music.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Feel free to join in.]] Rodmus: *think hella hard* Rodmus: Oh! I don know some! Rodmus: Metrotitain messed with that part last tiem I hadnt acessed it recently =) ProwlEtc: G: ... Fair enough. ProwlEtc: P: Messed with which part? Rodmus: Or that other times they... *shakes helm* Rodmus: I had enough i nmy helm recently I hontestly have no idea when my music files got this scrambled! Rodmus: *aggressive smirking even as his spoiler twitches* ProwlEtc: P: ... They scramble your processor. *SERIOUSLY RECONSIDERING CITYSPEAKING* Rodmus: Yeah so! Getaway try some of the snacks! Rodmus: @P ::most likely not hte Metrotitain:: ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Do you need assistance rearranging them?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *AND MORE IMPORTANTLY:* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[When did a Metrotitan have access to your mind?]] Rodmus: *blinks at Soundwave* Not even I am dumb enough to say yes to that Soundwave. Haha ProwlEtc: G: Thanks captain, but I'm taken care of. *holds up an elaborate drink* You wouldn't believe how long it took me to get these. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He is capable of rearranging files on a datapad.]] ProwlEtc: P: *dryly* Apparently, exactly the length of one movie. Rodmus: Swerve's has been a crush with all the regufees. Rodmus: Well if I was able to skip that oen I would have. ProwlEtc: G: Right? There's barely elbow room in there. I prefer "Visages" myself, but the prices... Yeesh. Rodmus: @Soundwave Just this past few evenings Soundwave ProwlEtc: *Prowl has reclaimed his seat next to Ratchet. He's got a fancy Swerve's drink too. Although slightly less fancy than Getaway's. No solids.* Ratchet: [[ /rolls ]] Ratchet: [[ are we starting soon if we start in the next 4 minutes i can go to bed only one hour past my bed time ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Rodimus: [[You are a fortunate mech.]] Ratchet: [[ also i saw THIS movie for the first time about 6 months ago ]] Rodmus: @SS :::Its a Prime thingy.:: Rodmus: I like her better already. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Rodimus: [[Then there is ONE useful Matrix privilege.]] Drift: Me too. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah.// Quark: *Knocks on the door* Hello? Ratchet: ... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy 'whispers'* \\SOMEONE'S POPULAR.\\ ProwlEtc: P: *nods to Quark* Hello. You don't usually come. Rodmus: @SS ::I wonder what they think about me going around waking thme up.:: Quark: I have been flooded with work as of late...My apologize Rodmus: Sup Quark? ProwlEtc: *Prowl's got Ratchet on one side of him and Getaway on the other. Getaway helpfully hops up to sit on the back of the couch to give Quark space* Quark: Good even captain Rodimus ItsyBitsySpyers: @Rodimus: [[You did not ask them?]] Quark: *Seeing the open spot offer to him Quark walked over and sat down* Rodmus: @SS ::I ask then they get up!:: ProwlEtc: P: Tonight's movies are... sub-par. ProwlEtc: Although this one is a bit better so far. Quark: It does look quite interesting. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Rodimus: [[If you asked and did not order them, he doubts you have much to worry about. They are thousands of times your size. You are nothing to them.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Rodimus: [[But the only way to know for certain is to ask them their feelings.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((...it's ant-man.)) Rodmus: ((omg Ratchet: [[ paul rudd is ant-man? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yes.)) Ratchet: [[ well alrighty then. that explains why he looks more familiar now than the last time i watched this. ]] Quark: Happiness does change the day ItsyBitsySpyers: //Noses are so weird.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //How do you bots keep from breakin' 'em off all the time?// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Don't nobody punch you in the face?// Drift: How do you keep your fingers from breaking off when you punch people? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Holds up piledriver* Drift: ... I mean in general. Drift: Same concept. They're not as delicate as they look. ItsyBitsySpyers: //I guess, but I got more than one finger.// ProwlEtc: *welp. Getaway gave Prowl a chance to talk to Quark. Prowl is apparently in a no-eye-contact mood. Getaway's swooping in.* ProwlEtc: G: So! *nudges Quark's elbow with his knee.* Nice to finally meet you in person. Quark, right? Ratchet: *glances over* ProwlEtc: *Prowl is staring at the movie. nothing to see here.* Rodmus: ((Thats glendate not the valley =/ Quark: Yes, Getaway corect? It's nice to finally meet you Quark: *correct* ProwlEtc: G: The one and only. You usually come to this? Quark: Sometimes when the time can be spare Drift: *loudly whispers* Punch him. ProwlEtc: G: This is my first one. Rodmus: Punch him! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Agreed.]] Quark: That jerk ItsyBitsySpyers: \\MUUUUUUSH.\\ ProwlEtc: G: *mumbles* Probably my last one. Rodmus: *snickers* Rodmus: ((fabulously gay ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THERE AIN'T ENOUGH.\\ Quark: So Getaway what is your position on the Lost Light if I may ask? Rodmus: *laughs8 ProwlEtc: ((... what the heck IS his position?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((he could always say what prowl told us)) Rodmus: *there is a dirty answer there* ProwlEtc: ((the dirty answer isn't what we're looking for)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Snaaaaacks!// ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SNACKS, SNACKS, SNACKS\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Time to stuff their faces!* ProwlEtc: G: *cheerfully* Classified. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave points* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He knows this reference.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Will there be a Hal?]] ProwlEtc: P: ... How did that movie end? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The monolith film?]] ProwlEtc: P: Yes. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The Hal being killed one of the humans. The other killed him in return. The surviving human experienced alien communication and became a...]] Hmm. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A large, unfinished human offspring, floating in space and observing the planet.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It was confusing.]] ProwlEtc: ... *blinks at Soundwave* Quark: Oh it's optimus Drift: ((this is drift with spacecraft)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He is telling the truth. You may check his records if you want.]] Rodmus: *stares at Drift* Drift: *stares back* Quark: (Tai is swerve right there) ProwlEtc: P: I believe you. I'm just... trying to comprehend it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He doesn't recommend it.]] Rodmus: ..Ok who is up for guns and action next week? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\MEEEEEEEE\\ Drift: *raises hand* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Me, me me.// Quark: What is happening next week? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Are we shootin' someone?// Drift: Next week's movies. Quark: Ah ItsyBitsySpyers: *Just as good.* ProwlEtc: P: *murmurs to Quark* Movie night is a weekly event. Rodmus: Maybe that James bond Flicks.... Drift: ... But ACTUAL guns and action next week sounds good, too. Quark: Title drop! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He has hoped to watch one for some time.]] Drift: Actual guns and action THIS week sounds good, too. Drift: *reaches up to pap Rodimus's face* When are we gonna raze Cybertron. Rodmus: ...What James bond should we watch----- THIS WEEK ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble looks up. This week?* Drift: Finally! ItsyBitsySpyers: //Woo!// Rodmus: I will send your mision details Soundwave. *nods across the room* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Thank you.]] Rodmus: *whines loudly* Rodmus: I will not even get to fire a gun! Quark: If I have the time I will be there Captain Rodmus: Oh!!! Thanks Quark! you uhm... where do you go on a battle feild? Rodmus: I could use more medics. Drift: *mutters* He doesn't have any combat training. ProwlEtc: *Prowl's got a haunted look. He has to act like a proper cityspeaker in less than a week.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Wonders what that's about.* Quark: I normally work in a lab even in a warzone Quark: But if there is a hole big enough for a work bench I would be fine ProwlEtc: P: Perhaps you should sit this one out, Quark. Quark: I want that flower argement.... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What is the purpose of throwing flowers?]] Rodmus: At least You dont have to do it in full Primal regalia Prowl.... ItsyBitsySpyers: //Do what? Cop bot's doin' stuff?// Rodmus: Its a wedding mini game. Who ever gets it wins! Quark: When a person catches it it means they will be next to get marry) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Well. Soundwave is never playing THAT game.* Quark: Maybe you are right Prowl... Quark: *I know Quark would....Only to get those flowers as a sample* Rodmus: Going to already be way too many noncombatants in the line of fire. Rodmus: If you cant serve in a support role most likely best to sit this one out. ProwlEtc: P: And I certainly doubt there will be any labs that need manning. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((fun fact: when i was younger, i liked catching wedding bouquets because i thought it was funny since i was way too little to get married and it meant nobody who lost would be next either)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i've caught a lot of them in my day :D )) Ratchet: [[ all right i gotta sleep good night friends ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night ratchet mun!)) ProwlEtc: ((night~)) Ratchet: [[ omg love call me fabu, everyone does ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ah! thank you, i will try to remember)) Quark: (night) Rodmus: Prowl is City Speaking for Metroplex. Rodmus: I cant do them both. Quark: Oh congrats Prowl Ratchet: [[ *smooches everyone and skedaddles* ]] Rodmus: He gets a congratz? >( ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave tilts his helm* Rodmus: ((nn! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does. You did.]] Ratchet: [[ ratchet can stay over with prowl or go home or whatever. i am too sleepy to figure it out. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[But Prowl does not have a Matrix?]] ProwlEtc: P: What? What for? *wasn't listening, was inwardly worrying about cityspeaking* ProwlEtc: ((Prowl has plans tonight, Ratchet can go home)) Rodmus: I could do it without the Matrix too. *huffs* ItsyBitsySpyers: steals ratchet)) Rodmus: ...Ok maybe the wa smore Pocession.... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[How? Their processors...]] Drift: *reaches up to pat Rodimus again* Totally possession. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Please hold. Soundwave is internally salivating.* Quark: On your public speaking for Metroplex ProwlEtc: *oh, we're talking about cityspeaking* ProwlEtc: P: Oh. Yes. Rodmus: ...Oh I gota paint you later. ProwlEtc: P: No, it doesn't require the Matrix. Just a compatible sparktype and a sufficiently— Paint me? Rodmus: *squints what color for your face paint* Rodmus: *grins* If I am suffering Prime regila and paint you are getting it too. ProwlEtc: Am I not painted enough? *he is MINT GREEN* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Define 'compatible sparktype'. Do other spark factors affect it?]] ProwlEtc: Then don't suffer Primal regalia. Tell our allies that in your universe, the Prime is called upon to look the same as his people. Rodmus: I had Shockwave dig us up City Speaker paint. Rodmus: ...Cape. Drift: *whispers* Suffer Primal regalia, Rodimus. Rodmus: *rubs chin* Give ,e an idea thou. Rodmus: *whisper to Drift* I will put it on for you later <3 Drift: *the most delighted smile* Rodmus: *that wasnt the idea* ProwlEtc: *Prowl side-eyes Soundwave. how much should he share about what he knows.* ProwlEtc: *Getaway side-eyes Prowl. u really gonna tell a con about cityspeaking, boss* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He has a mission. When is he going to have time to cityspeak with these metrotitans?* Rodmus: *they will most likely blow your mind no offense* ItsyBitsySpyers: *It'd be worth it. Not that he's going to have the chance.* ProwlEtc: *if Soundwave were determined, he'd find a way* Rodmus: Do you guys have spark types? ProwlEtc: ... Universally compatible sparks are capable. I don't know if any particular spark types are capable without being universally compatible. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[By color and frequency. He does not know what your types are.]] Rodmus: You got colors? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We do.]] ProwlEtc: ... Color and frequency? ProwlEtc: *mumbles* Sounds like classifying memories by emotion. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Audio frequency. Sounds.]] Rodmus: How many different types? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Starts counting* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[10 color categories, 25 shades. Many, many frequencies.]] Rodmus: Primus. ProwlEtc: P: Is their any practical significance to the colors or frequencies? Rodmus: Putliers count in that or you class them differently? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[There is a great deal of medical data surrounding both. Three well known examples:]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Split sparks often share close or matching frequencies. Bonded bots may show signs of their partner's. Bots with naturally mismatched cores and thermatospheres tend to have faster pulse rates.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Outliers have many reasons to be outliers. Sparks are only one option.]] Rodmus: *optics start to glaze over* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Are you satisfied?]] ProwlEtc: P: So, the colors and frequencies in and of themselves have no significance? They only have meaning as comparison to people they match? ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i am scrambling to skim these old saved images bear with me)) ProwlEtc: ((it's cool~)) ProwlEtc: ((I could have written that sentence better. it's late.)) Cyclonus: ((I think I've lurked long enough, so I'm going to hop off now, haha! I was running around doing things so I couldn't stay the whole time, but I enjoyed the snippets I caught. :D)) Cyclonus: ((Thanks for having me, and good night, everyone! <3)) ProwlEtc: ((gnight! Thanks for coming. :D)) Cyclonus: ((<33)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They did not affect the ability of anyone using a Patch.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And it is not possible to predict what anyone will have.]] ProwlEtc: P: So, for all intents and purposes, color and frequency are arbitrary. ... And that's your classification system. Rodmus: A patch? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A classification system does not need to be anything but arbitrary if the differences make no difference.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *To Rodimus*  [[Ask Prowl.]] ProwlEtc: P: Then there's no need to have a classification system at all. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He did not design it.]] ProwlEtc: P: *to Rodimus* Information extraction technique. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He was merely answering the Prime's question.]] Rodmus: Why name it patch.... Rodmus: Stupid name. =/ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Now that you know our planet's old system, you can see why he does not know what your 'types' are. Please explain.]] Rodmus: They slap a magnet on you and suck the data out? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Not quite.]] Rodmus: *snickers to himself picturing data bandaids* Rodmus: Our spark types the ones that matter basicly are a rating system on loads and mods your spark can with stand. ProwlEtc: Polarity—positive or negative—and dominant molecular structure. Rodmus: Yeah that too. Rodmus: ((rodimus layman's sceince ProwlEtc: Rodimus isn't referring to spark types. Just other useful data. ProwlEtc: ((Prowl actual science)) Rodmus: I have a universual spark type and completely Matrix compatable~ ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Fascinating. Were you limited by these classifications?]] ProwlEtc: P: "Universal" isn't a spark type. Any spark type can have universal compatibility. Quark: Mmm maybe I should check  my own one day ProwlEtc: P: The "classifications" aren't limiting. Spark types are medically significant. They affect how your spark interacts with other entities or with certain medical treatments. Rodmus: :3 It only matters what I can do with my spark not its name. *shrugs* ProwlEtc: P: And if you ever find yourself dying on a battlefield with a medic who needs to know your spark type in order to apply the proper life-saving treatment, I'm sure he'll agree with you. Rodmus: *hand flaps* They already got it. ProwlEtc: P: *looks at Quark* You don't know your own spark type? ... I'm sure it's in your medical records. Rodmus: Its in everyone's records. Rodmus: I can even look your alternate's up if i wanted to. ProwlEtc: P: It's also a two-word classification. It isn't difficult to find processor space for. Quark: If you can that would be helpful Quark: (I doubt James gave Quark a type he forget to give the make an autobot stamp in prison) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He wonders if we can be measured by your standards.]] ProwlEtc: ((you don't have to know what JRo thinks a character's spark type is to headcanon that the character knows his own)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That may be a problem for us. Is it possible to falsify these things?]] ProwlEtc: P: I don't suppose you'd like to submit to a medical scan and find out. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He would not. One of his deployers may.]] Quark: ( Just wish he gave more info on Quark like he did with his other OC mechs like Rung and Trepan) Quark: If there is an opening I could Rodmus: ...We already have your spark scans on file. Rodmus: We can just look. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It includes that data?] Rodmus: Its a identy scan. ProwlEtc: P: If your universe comes in a wide variety of colors, our spark types and yours may be incompatible. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He requests something that will fool scanners while he is on the planet. We will surrender them upon return.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Perhaps he]] points to Quark [[can make them?]] Rodmus: I just never took the scans off the isolated Computer unit. I could send them to get scanned if you want. ProwlEtc: P: ... *chinhand* And why do you need to fool scanners? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Because he is doing sensitive work befitting his former station.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And he prefers to be prepared.]] ProwlEtc: P: The odds that you will cross paths with any spark scanners are remotely low. The ones carried by the enforcers need a target to hold still and submit to scanning to work. Rodmus: The other Soundwave's team has the dampeners for your use. ProwlEtc: P: ... *glances at Rodimus, and then back at Soundwave* Are you, now. Rodmus: *smiles at Prowl* ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «Share the sensitive work that you need to fool scanners for, and I may be able to provide sensitive equipment to fool them.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[Do better than that. Rodimus stated the other Soundwave has dampeners.]] Quark: I'm sure it's something common or equal to your universe's norm ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «Neither Rodimus nor the rebels in this timeline have spy equipment equal to what I can access. But, if you'd prefer to trust yourself to subpar equipment...» Rodmus: They are more directed to the scanner of their timeline ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[Access to superior equipment AND the scans of himself and his crew deleted. From everything.]] Rodmus: I saw them in use... they walked right threw the scanners made them look on the screens like different alt modes. It was neat! Rodmus: I could maybe get you one if you want Quark. ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «... I withdraw my offer.» *the scanners Rodimus is talking about sounds cooler than the scanner Prowl was going to provide* Quark: Thank you captain Rodmus: ((Prowl doesnt have high enough acess to delete those scans. But bluff on Prowl! ItsyBitsySpyers: ((too late~)) ProwlEtc: ((Prowl doesn't need high enough access as long as he's got friends in low enough places with high enough skills)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[Are you certain? You have nothing ELSE he would accept?]] ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «What else are you interested in accepting?» Rodmus: ((I had to HC how they got past the alt mode scanners we saw in canon. I tought it was a neat way to do it ^-^ Rodmus: ((That or make them look altmode exempt but i dont think that work for long ProwlEtc: ((not when alt mode exemption isn't considered valid anymore)) Rodmus: ((yeah ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[Many things. You're a clever bot. He is certain you have ideas.]] Rodmus: ((so had to move towards more datamanipulation ProwlEtc: ((the scanners probably check the sparks to identify the individual and then compare it against a database)) ProwlEtc: ((so it probably just misidentified the spark as a different individual with a different alt mode. identity theft!!)) Rodmus: ((they gota keep their dataminning up to date Rodmus: ((cant scan the same mech in two different places at once ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «I have a vast array of ideas, and I don't know what you consider your data to be worth.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Now see, the last time he said what something was worth ahead of time he got burned* Rodmus: ((I have a vast array. *LMAO* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LOL)) ProwlEtc: *of course, there could be an easier way to resolve all this.* @Rodimus «What did you assign Soundwave to do.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *And there it is again.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[It is worth your trust. He will ask for that.]] ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «... You drive an incredibly hard bargain.» Rodmus: @Prowl ::Acompany that Soundwave's minibot team on a behind th elines mission.:: ProwlEtc: @Rodimus «The purpose of which is...?» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[He does not like to be undervalued.]] ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «I highly value a great many people I never trust.» Rodmus: @Prowl ::I agreed to the rebel mission leaders i would not disclose it outside the mission team.:: ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[Then limit it to the time until his return. If he has not earned more, you may withdraw it then.]] Rodmus: *vents* ProwlEtc: *a hard look* @Soundwave «I find that the people who ask me to trust them are typically the ones up to things I should trust the least.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[Typically is not always.]] Rodmus: @Prowl ::He wasnt my first choice. But the best for the job.:: ProwlEtc: @Rodimus «How easily do you think you can handle two metrotitans, Rodimus?» ProwlEtc: @Rodimus «Because I am not terribly inclined to participate in an operation that involves secret missions I am not privy to.» Rodmus: @Prowl ::You saw what one did to you. Think about that and ask again.:: Rodmus: *snorts and bursts out laugther* Rodmus: *omg help he is going to die of laugther* ProwlEtc: *That's fine. He'll wait.* Rodmus: *holds up a hand trying to compose himself ahain* Drift: *guess who's confused as heck* Rodmus: Wha---haha-- wha is-- what is the diffence between irony and poetic justice again? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[He had many chances to kill you and Getaway. Nobody would have known. You are still here.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[If nothing else, you know he values you alive.]] Rodmus: *still quivery with laugther just not aloud now* ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «"If nothing else." The fact that I can trust you not to do one thing in one situation does not mean I will trust you in all situations.» Drift: ... I don't know, what's the difference. *he's missed a whole conversation here, he can tell* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[He suggested limiting it to one more. That is not 'all'.]] Rodmus: @Prowl ::i can refer you to the Rebel's Skidds, though. It's his mission.:: Rodmus: @Prowl ::It is his right to tell you or not. Thats al lI can do for you.:: ProwlEtc: @Rodimus «If I don't get an answer, I don't participate. For your processor's sake, I hope he answers.» Rodmus: @P ::How many secert missions you ordered ran? How many things did you hide? How many mechs died on those missions we will never know about?:: ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tries another tactic.* ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «No. Not this time.» Rodmus: @Prowl ::So why do you need to know? It does not affect you in any way or your mission.:: ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[You know he would not risk the lives of his deployers for something he does not believe is worth less. But as you wish.]] ProwlEtc: @Rodimus «So you're refusing out of... spite? Revenge? A misguided sense of justice?» Rodmus: *shakes helm* ItsyBitsySpyers: does not believe is worth more*)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm tired and negatives are hard)) Rodmus: @P ::I am refusing because it's not my place to tell you. Since it doesn't matter to you.:: ItsyBitsySpyers: *He rises and begins collecting them. Some have to be gently nudged awake before they can dock.* Rodmus: @P ::But I am not making that choice for Skids, if he wants to tell you himself, then he can.:: ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «I don't know what you believe to be worth more. Cybertron, at least—but I don't know what, precisely, you think the good of Cybertron looks like.» ProwlEtc: @Rodimus «So you've already clarified. You already know my stance.» Rodmus: @P ::His personal mission. Ask he may comfide in you, but dont hold the fate of another unrated mission over my helm.:: *there was no joking in his tones and from the stiffer set to his spoiler he--- ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[Yes, you do.]] Birds on the front and back, Zori on the neck. [[In this case, you are intimately familiar with it.]] Rodmus: Drift get up. we need to do some more planning. ProwlEtc: @R «Rodimus, to be quite frank, I am not threatening to withhold support as petty blackmail. I do not support this campaign. I am participating in it to keep you from frying your processor-- Rodmus: *shooting a glare to Prowl that just dissolved into a disppointed frown* ProwlEtc: --and to help us get home sooner. But if there are secret operations going on that I do not know about, then I am unable in good conscience to support this operation in even THAT capacity.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Watches.* Rodmus: @P ::Lair.:: Drift: *sits up* Yessir. Do I need to get anything? Rodmus: I need the medical staff gathered. I am going to most likely need extra mods. ProwlEtc: @R «You're overthrowing a government, tossing Cybertron into anarchy, and leaving its fate to mechs that withheld a cure to an energon crisis that resulted in the exile or execution of millions.» ProwlEtc: @R «You will rarely get the unfiltered truth from me. You're getting it now. I morally object to everything about this mission, and am only participating it because I can't stop it.» Rodmus: @P ::Check your timeline again you didnt read those close enough. The energon wasn't found until well after the exiles and altmode reclassing. I wasnt leaving an enslaven planet doomed to die when I-- Rodmus: --- could do something. We have the chance to give them a chance!:: Rodmus: *shakes his helm at Prowl as he stands* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[You're arguing with Rodimus.]] That glare said it all. [[You object to his involvement?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quietly considers something.* ProwlEtc: @R «I'm not going to argue this. You know my position. It won't change your mind.» Rodmus: @P ::..Why not tell me before?:: ProwlEtc: *Stands and gestures for Getaway to follow him. Their evening plans have changed. Sorry, Getaway* Rodmus: *hontestly asking* ProwlEtc: @R «...Because you believe that anarchy is better than slavery. I do not. You would not listen to my objections; and therefore, there was no point in voicing them.» Rodmus: @P ::Once I wouldn't have. Now I am not so sure anymore. I am only sure I know jack *** what I am doing most the time.:: Rodmus: *flickers his spoiler damnit he really needs to think before he talks* Rodmus: *side glance over at prowl as he starts to stack the snack table* @P ::Tell me next time. I cant say I will do what you say, but I will listen. It kinda my new thing, yeah? It's not right if I have--- Rodmus: --- all the same voices telling me the same thing.:: ProwlEtc: @S «No. I don't object to your involvement. I object to not knowing what the mission is. If you were to withdraw from it, I would not trust the mission any more.» ProwlEtc: @R «You're saying you would have listened if I had said it was wrong to attempt to liberate Cybertron from the Functionist Council?» *dubious* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[Rodimus is angry with you. What are the consequences of your objection?]] Rodmus: @P ::I would have asked why. But yes I would have listened., maybe we would be standing in a different type of battle feild if we had talked.:: ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «I have threatened to withdraw my own participation in this campaign.» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[You cannot do that. It is a terrible plan and it will be worse without your involvement. The interference damage MUST be minimized.]] Rodmus: ((its not a *** bad plan. ty for assuming that ;-; ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm not critting it ooc!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((soundwave said repeatedly he doesn't like what they're doing, he didn't like it the first time either)) Rodmus: ((rodimus isnt even the designer of it. Shockwave and Skids are th emain tacticains =< ItsyBitsySpyers: ((he's doing this because they already interfered and it's the only way anyone has to do that minimizing)) ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «That's why I was participating. But I will not participate if it's a terrible campaign AND there might be something even worse hidden from me.» ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i personally am enjoying the plot)) Rodmus: ((lol i understand the comment now it wasnt the battle plan he was critizing Rodmus: ((its the overall involment ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yes)) Rodmus: ((I was like omg think how lovely their battle plan must be with Skids, Shockwave, Soundwave and Ultra magnus ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[You must not leave. Guarantee you will assist Rodimus and he will tell you.]] Rodmus: ((I bet it even has a slide show Rodmus: ((and theme music... rodimus tots made a playlist ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LOL)) ProwlEtc: ((a power point that uses easy-to-read charts, instead of bad clip art)) Rodmus: (it is color coded to bring the right emotion for each slide ProwlEtc: ((oh, so Drift helped on it too?)) Rodmus: ((tots ProwlEtc: ((he feels so professional)) Rodmus: ((find that shockwave is a spiritlist ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «... Are you going to tell me something that will make me regret making that guarantee?» Rodmus: ((you know he most likely is. he knew all the prophies and taught them and was freinds with Dai Atlas ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[He does not know. You said you trust the mission because he took it. He hopes that is enough.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[But you must make it.]] Rodmus: *table all clean* Rodmus: *Sooundwave still urking?* ProwlEtc: @Soundwave «... What I said was I distrust the mission regardless of whether or not you took it, because I don't know what it is.»

Everything after this point is non-canon. We played it out, and it was some fantastic Grade A awesome drama, BUT it resulted in Soundwave getting banned from the ship, which is not gucci because we like playing with slendy and slendy likes playing with us.

Instead, at this point, Prowl said something like “I’ll ask Skids. If he doesn’t give me an answer, I’ll take your deal,” and everyone left.

But look at this drama. Wow. It’s fantastic.

ProwlEtc: @S «But... deal.» ProwlEtc: *"I don't know" is better than a "no" and he can trust it more than a "yes"* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Please, do not let this be another Dark Energon. Please.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: [[It is you. We are trying to liberate you.]] ProwlEtc: ... *rounds furiously on Rodimus* You passed my message on to HIM?! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks to Rodimus. He is certain this will negatively affect the captain's trust in him from here on out. But Cybertron is more important.* ProwlEtc: You gave a telepath who I'm sure would LOVE an unimpeded look at my processor a mission to pick up a mentally and physically defenseless alternate of me?! Rodmus: *shoots a glare at Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Holds himself straight. It had to be done, Rodimus.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Prowl promised to assist you with the metrotitans. It is done.]] ProwlEtc: And did you call up my programmers and order a flash drive of my core coding to hand over while you're at it?! Rodmus: I was the go between. *still glaring at Soundwave there will be reprecussions for this* ItsyBitsySpyers: *There were repercussions last time too. He'll deal with it.* Rodmus: *can he mind yell? he did it at ametro titian....* ProwlEtc: *storms out of the room, a baffled Getaway trailing after* Rodmus: ////I DIDNT NEED YOU TO MAKE THE CHOICE!\\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *PRIMUS THAT'S PAINFUL* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You need Prowl's help.]] ProwlEtc: *snaps at Rodimus as he leaves* Gray face paint! *there. he's in. you aft.* Rodmus: ///Ouch too loud hurt us.\\ Drift: *has the strangest feeling that there's yelling he can't hear* Rodmus: i am just going to talk. HOLY FRAG YOU *** UP SOUNDWAVE Rodmus: You, did it. Your failure! *waves at the door Prowl left out of* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[There is NOTHING Prowl can do. He is assigned to help you. The mission will be completed.]] Rodmus: Royally ran us threw the grinder, way to *** go. Drift: *he's just. going to sit down. and listen.* Rodmus: You think he is going to be able to in that mental state. Idiot! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is better than nothing!]] Rodmus: Always think you fragging know best for everyone dont you?! ProwlEtc: ((Rodimus underestimates Prowl's ability to compartmentalize his emotions.)) Rodmus: ((Not went he is daisy chained to Rodimus ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is his JOB to know everyone.]] Rodmus: Well new flash. Fail. ProwlEtc: ((Rodimus underestimates Prowl's ability to ignore the emotions of people he's currently mentally linked up with.)) Rodmus: Fragging frucking *a list of a few other cretive explictives* Rodmus: ((Rodimus cant! ProwlEtc: ((Then Rodimus is lucky Prowl will feel nothing by the time of the operation)) Rodmus: ((Good thing he isnt going ItsyBitsySpyers: [[YOU should not have agreed to interfere. Now we must.]] Rodmus: No you ***--- now I have to do the uplink myself! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You do not!]] Rodmus: I do! What the *** do YOU know about Metrotitians?! Rodmus: What did you know about his mission?! Rodmus: What gave-you- the right to intefer you so quick to judge me for the very same thing! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He knows you did not ask anyone else. He knows what Prowl is capable of doing. He knows that you MUST have someone like Prowl to do this.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Without him, you have nothing, and if you could do it with nothing you would not have asked.]] Rodmus: How do you know that? Rodmus: How? You assumped or did you rad my mind? Rodmus: ((RAD MIND ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He put pieces together. Prowl is intelligent and has powerful processors, but he is reviled and connected to Decepticons. You have access to other brilliant minds and you chose him anyway.]] Rodmus: Because trust you fool! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. You trust him to be the best choice.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Despite everything else.]] Rodmus: Not anymore wtg. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Which means you cannot afford second or nothing.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We will see.]] Rodmus: I can. Rodmus: I can do it myself! Drift: *raises hand* Why isn't he a good choice anymore. Drift: Sorry—I missed most of the conversation. Since I'm not psychic. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You are an egotistical fool and you will destroy that planet.]] Drift: *now THAT was uncalled for* Rodmus: You are a telepath not a diviner! Drift: *okay, he'll wait. he'll ask later.* Rodmus: @D ::After. He forwards drift his comm logs i nthe meantime:: Rodmus: *tiny note I can mind yell omg its loud* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He watches, and he learns.]] Drift: *tiny note I know I almost heard it* Rodmus: I am not fool enough to think I am the only ego so large in this room he thinks he knows best. Rodmus: Then what is my back up plan. Oh knowing watcher? Rodmus: ((oh all Knowing Watcher* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Worse than the plan you went with, as with all back up plans.]] Rodmus: Wrose for who? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Everyone.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Enough. He has his orders and he will carry them out. Decide your punishment when they are done and it will not endanger that Cybertron even more.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Goodnight.]] Rodmus: Do not return, after your mission. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[As you wish.]] Rodmus: Ever to this ship. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave leaves.* Drift: ... You wanna explain that, or go pretend it never happened? Rodmus: *vibrates angily* Drift: Go pretend it never happened! Got it. Rodmus: Mission is ***. Loose lips sunk the goddamnned ship. Drift: ... If you need to punch something, I think Whirl is still looking for a fight. Rodmus: It's fine we will just go the plans if Prowl wasnt able to share that load. Drift: *cringes* They're really bad plans, Rodimus. Drift: Can't you just—leave one of the Metrotitans waiting at the base or something? Rodmus: They are only bad for me. *tight smile* Metrotitains will be better cooridated now at least. Drift: Rodimus, YOU are the only person I care about bad things happening to. Rodmus: *eaches out to cup Drift's cheek*  I have to think beyond myself. You think of me for me remeber? Drift: ... I'm not going to let you think beyond yourself at the expense of yourself. Drift: You don't need two metrotitans for this battle. We can fight it with one. Rodmus: *nodding* I know only one in battle this way. But both have missions to fill. Drift: Okay. Let me be clearer. *reaches up to grab Rodimus's wrist tight* As your conjunx, your third-in-command, and your knight, I'm not letting you try to cityspeak for two metrotitans. Period. Rodmus: *leaning forward to rest his crest against Drift's* You are just going to have to clear your mission faster. They have already started the data champaign and ferring civilivains out.

[rurounidrift]

Bling Quest, Pt 2

Our intrepid heroes retrieved the Matrix. Drift and Whirl discovered that they have Matrix affinity and, as such, could potentially qualify as Primes. Their reactions were, respectively, absolute shock and “hell no.” They headed back to Nyon and Rodimus raised a Metrotitan.

Welcome to the 'lostlightstream' room. Drift: ((ready and waiting)) Drift: ((READY AND WAITING AGAIN)) Whirl: ((present and accounted for!)) Ten: ((*salutes* ten reporting for duty!)) Drift: ((\o/ music)) Rodimus: [So we left our heros as they entered a underground cathedreal. Blue sourcless light filling th emassive space.] Whirl: ((Drift and Rodders are FEELIN THE PULL, leading us forward 8) )) Drift: ((and whirl is DENYING THE PULL)) Whirl: ((it hasn't quite dawned on him just yet)) Whirl: ((he'll know when it happens, YOU ALL WILL)) Rodimus: [Large Statues line the walls. Rodimus walks over to one to peer up at it. Optics wide and he starts to bounce danc eon his toes* Rodimus: *excited Roddy dance* Ten: *looks around the place in awe, not quite sure what to make of all of this* Whirl_: ((i s2g internet)) Drift: *quietly* Wow. Who do you think the statues are of? Maybe the Knights themselves? Hoist: *at first, he warily watches their rear, but Rodimus's assurance, combined with the spectacle before them, make him relax his guard* Rodimus: Prolly there is a place like this is nyon. Hoist: *he, too, starts looking around in awe* Drift: Well. When we run into them, we'll know what they look like. Whirl_: *peers at the statues, but in a more calculating fashion* Take pictures. Maybe we'll need to know what they lo-- Whirl_: Heh. Drift: *grins* Drift: ((looks like they're... drift compatible)) Whirl_: ((YEAAAAH *puts on sunglasses. They fall off. No face*)) Rodimus: ((there like those but in blue lighting Drift: *wanders further in* The statues don't have nameplates or anything, do they? Imagine if we walked up to the Knights and called them by their real names. They'd be impressed as hell. Hoist: *laughs a little* At the very least, surprised. This is... I'll be honest, this is pretty incredible. Rodimus: Look we already tagged the fllor here--- wait a click. Rodimus: This is --- totally the right way! *dashes around more and excited revving* Ten: ten? *wondering how Rodimus is so sure but decides to just roll with it* Hoist: *looks to Ten--this must be new to him, as well* These are the people we're out looking for, Ten. Drift: *he can check for nameplates on the way out. chases after Rodimus* Rodimus: ...Hey. We been flooding the funcidouches with the Autobadge but it doesnt mean that here Rodimus: *points out the basge o nthe floor* Rodimus: Drift! We are going to look like the Knights of Cybertron to them! Whirl_: *SNORTS* Rodimus: *bursts out laughs* Too meta. Drift: Really? I thought this was a Senate symbol? We were taught to target people wearing that badge before the "Autobots" were officially a thing... Whirl_: I don't think any ONE of us could pass for a Knight of ANYTHING. Rodimus: Speak for yourself. *poses* Drift: I'm wearing three swords. I'm totally a Knight of something. Rodimus: *snrking* Whirl_: Nah, swords and poses don't make a Knight. APLOMB makes a Knight. Whirl_: And every last one of us is severely aplomb-deficient. Rodimus: I am glad to say we are! Ten: *just stares up at the statues for a minute longer before turning back to others* Drift: ... What exactly is aplomb? Something like dignity, right? Rodimus: *smirks* This is better, as we are. Hoist: *waits for Ten; he's bringing up the rear, after all* I think it means dignity combined with a grace of bearing. Rodimus: Aplomb... basicly makes you want to punch the mech in the face. Drift: *glances at Rodimus* ... Well, based on THAT definition, I think we've all got a little of that. Rodimus: Tends to pair well with snoddy and donglery Whirl_: My statement stands. Anyway--*nods down the hall* Let's get moving, c'mon. Ten: *keeps an eye on hoist as he moves to follow everyone* Rodimus: *excited revs and move to the back of the hall a large painting of the matrix is prominitly featured* Drift: *not very subtle, are they* Rodimus: So um... this is literally a blinking neon sign-- how come noone found it yet? Whirl_: *stage whisper as he stares at the huge obvious symbol on the wall* I think we might be on the right track. Rodimus: There is one in Nyon too I think its a temple to the Matrix. Ten: *frowning at it, doesnt like this it seems too obvious* Drift: Maybe they don't know this temple exists...? *doesn't seem likely, though* Hoist: Well, we've seen what kind of a stranglehold the Functionists have on the populace here... Hoist: Maybe people have been kept FROM it? But, hmm, wuldn't it be under guard, then...? Hoist: *trails off, puzzled* Drift: The Functionists are looking for it too, though. That's why they... *on second thought, better not finish that* Hoist: Hmm. Even more puzzling, then... Whirl_: Their loss, our gain. Obviously it's HERE, so let's go and get it. We can solve the mystery of WHY it's here, later. Ten: *frowning, not sure he wants to go further since it gives him a bad feeling* Rodimus: ((sorry back had to help wiafu with something Whirl_: ((o7 Drift: ((no prob)) Rodimus: [As they go deeping into the maze of tunnels Rodimus seem to be walking on Autopolit* Drift: *happily traipsing along behind him, occasionally glancing at the walls in the direction they ultimately need to go* Maybe this is how they kept it hidden? Just—make the maze too complicated? Whirl_: *also trotting along at a good clip, occasionally pausing to listen or to do a quick sonar sweep for threats, but so far, nothing* Eventually SOMEONE would've found the time to map it all out. Rodimus: [Another wide room opens up to reveal the sky above them. Far Far above them a pin prick of light] Drift: Maybe it's behind a hidden door or something, then? Rodimus: Or they just cant feel it. *shrugs* Rodimus: Its a thing-- it calls. Drift: Still—you'd think SOMEBODY would explore the ruins, even if it's not "calling" to them. Hoist: *walking in silence; Hoist is not a particularly religious fellow, but the sheer significance of this place has him a little awed* Ten: *is not sure what rodimus is going on abbout but listens quietly* Drift: *looks up. exactly how far underground ARE they. wow.* Whirl_: *tips his head back to stare up at the light* Hmm. We're getting close now. Rodimus: Optimu-- Orion never found this one. *looks up* Whirl_: *pauses* I mean, we've gotta be, right? Rodimus: *then tips over and peers down the level below them* Rodimus: Yeah we are. *jerks his helm upward I bet thats the bridge Megs shot Optimus in the back on.* Drift: ... Seriously? That would put the Matrix right below a big hole in the ceiling. Drift: But NOBODY found it before now? Rodimus: *starts to climb over the edge* Casue its below us! Hoist: Well, the two of you seem to be able to feel a pull, right? We KNOW Rodimus shows signs of affinity... *rubs his chin* Rodimus: Let's jump! Last one is a curddled oil! Hoist: Maybe the Matrix has a way of seding out an... an anti-signal if it's not ready to be found? Rodimus: *starts to jump over the railing* Til all are ONE! Ten: *head turning to face them each time someone starts talking* Drift: Still! Big hole! Anybody could've rappelled down. Drift: !!! *jumps after Rodimus* Whirl_: *with a rather deadpan expression, he places one foot on the railing and watches Rodimus sail down* Hoist: *shrugs and looks to Ten* Ready? Rodimus: *wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee* Whirl_: *shifts form and simply flies down* Rodimus: ((its really where the matrix is.. a gaint *** hole in the ground)) Ten: .....  *trying to figure out if the MARB will be able to make it* ................ Drift: ((didn't he have to break through a few ceilings to fall through the hole in the ground first?)) Hoist: It can fly, it should be fine. *Ten hasn't said anything, but it's obvious what he's worried about* Rodimus: ((they are about too <3 Whirl_: >o) )) Drift: ((I thought the ceilings were at the top)) Hoist: I could always lower you down on my tow cable. Drift: ((like, didn't Megatron have to blast Optimus through a couple layers first?)) Rodimus: ((yeah but shifting creepy half alive world Drift: ((Cybertron decided Rodimus & Co. needed a spotlight, apparently)) Ten: ten? *tries to call down to drift to see what he is supposed to do XD* Rodimus: ((Vegtor sigma isnt spend out in this universe so still functioning Whirl_: ((RIGHT HERE, YA DINGUSES)) Drift: *too busy falling to answer, brb* Rodimus: *crsh* *boom* *thump* Crack* Hoist: ...oh, dear. *calls down* Are all of you all right!? Rodimus: *ceiling and roofs shatter and break as Rodimus crashes into them* Ten: !! *flinches as he hears the crash and peers over edge of hole* ten? Whirl_: *at some point, Whirl lends some helpful cannon-fire, as he is in complete control of his descent* Drift: *he was GOING to land gracefully on the floor. And then Rodimus shattered the floor. ?!??!!* Drift: *his ultimate landing is much less graceful* Rodimus: *laughing as he hits the ground hard and he crumbles to the fllor a moment* Rodimus: *Ok--- ouchies on that landing* Rodimus: TEN POINTS! Drift: *kind of bellyflopped on the floor. give him a moment. he's slightly stunned.* Whirl_: *lands with graceful precision, rocking lightly on his many-jointed legs* Drift: ... two. Whirl_: See? Not a damn ounce of aplomb between the lot of us. Rodimus: *ginerly steps and partly rolls his angkle and stumbles* Drift: *lifts his face.* did we just desecrate a temple dedicated to the artifact we're here to steal. Hoist: *calls down* Captain? Should we take the MARB? Our should I lower Ten down? Hoist: ...it might be best if I stayed hre, actually, to help all of you get out! Whirl_: Desecrate? Nah. More like decimate. Whirl_: Like desecration, but more fun. Rodimus: oops. Forgot about my injury. Haha. Ten: *still peering over rim of hole, doesnt need hoist to take him down he will just jump if they need him... might make a crater but wont hurt him* Rodimus: ((grr two hour break ok? I got raid for 2 hours Drift: I'm anti-desecration, actually. *slowly gets to his feet* You all right, Rodimus? Rodimus: ((then back all night Drift: ((yeah, I'll still be available in two hours)) Whirl_: You would be. Ten: ((kk ill be here all night)) Whirl_: ((I'll be around in two hours! I'll stay up as late as i can)) Rodimus: ((OK BACK! Whirl: ((whirl n hoist are here)) Ten: ((*hops in*)) Drift: ((ready~)) Ten: ((ready for duty cap'n!)) Rodimus: *tests* His step again and limps some* Ha. Guess those seams in my Hydrolics were not finished. Drift: *and Rodimus has immediately got a husband by his side and an arm around his waist* Let me help. Rodimus: *flutters his spoiler and smirks* It will be fine if I dont transform. :D Ten: *frowning in concern down hole at rodimus* Rodimus: (Rodimus how do you know? Dont make *** up0 Hoist: Are you all right? Sir, should we come down? Or shall I wait here? Rodimus: *looks around and sees the vault!* Rodimus: *shouts up* We are fine but Whirl is going to have to haul us back up! Whirl: *also inspecting the vault, strolling casually about* Drift: I think we're fine for now, Hoist! *there's no way he's gonna stop Rodimus this close to the Matrix* Hoist: Well, I can haul you back up after a certain distance. *he did it to Cyclonus, after all* Drift: But you're keeping your weight off that leg, Captain. Ten: ten! *will help haul them up if hoist cant* Rodimus: *Hobble walks with an armaround over Drift's shoulder* Whirl: *watches them both with a deadpan look; he doesn't protest Rodimus's plan toget them abck up* Right. Are we good? Is the leg gonna hafta come off? Drift: We'll call that Plan B. Rodimus: If it needs removed I will let you have dibs, Whirl Whirl: Gotcha. *obviously restless, especially with their new slowed pace; if there is more traveling to do, he might take the lead* Drift: ... I've got the swords, though... Whirl: *because he is not being constrained to hobble-pace, no sir* Rodimus: *ok to the vault!* Rodimus: ((I lost all my tabs with these pictures ;-; sorry) Drift: ((it's okay. We're patient.)) Whirl: ((ur good dude! o7)) Hoist: Right. I'm staying here. If you want to take the MARB down, Ten, you can try. But, otherwise, you're welcome to stay with me. Rodimus: Sooooooo Rodimus: *staring at the vault and leaning back to look* Whirl: What do we do? Knock on the wall? Look for a secret switch or somethin'? Rodimus: How do we--- Rodimus: *rodimus unlatchs himself and walks up to the vault--- it just open.* Rodimus: Well. Drift: It's waiting for you. Rodimus: ;I Whirl: Oh. That'll work. Drift: Maybe that's why nobody's found it. Rodimus: Someone tatoo Choosen one on me =) Ten: *decides it might be safer to stay with hoist* Whirl: *rolls his optic* Lord, let's get tis over with before his ego starts to rival MINE. Drift: If we got it in primal vernacular, it'd look nice across your spoiler... Rodimus: *laughs* Well, you guys came this far let's go it. Rodimus: ((go in Whirl: *approaches the doorway warily* You sure we won't trip some kind of alarm...? Rodimus: *stepping into the Vault is a single room and the matrix is... well sitting there looking holy--- holy and lost* Rodimus: Nah. Drift: *he was already heading in before he got the invitation* Rodimus: OuO! Rodimus: *Matrix glows brightly* Whirl: *looks satisfied, but not overly-impressed* About time. Rodimus: *Just goes and picks the now floating relic up. he get this **** Awe,, I didnt get to shoot Starscream this time. Drift: ... Wow. I can feel energy it's giving off from here. Whirl: Hey, good news: there's a multiverse full of 'em waiting for you. Whirl: *he peers critically across the room* Y'know, Drift, you're... right. Damn. Drift: ... Am I the only one getting a tunnel vision effect when I look at it...? Rodimus: Well.. I am not putting it in my compartment yet Rodimus: *holds it out. You know you want to touch it! Whirl: *dryly* Technically, everything is tunnel vision to me. But, no. I think that's normal. Whirl: It's probably some sort of... inherent thing. Some kinda spark mumbo-jumbo. My chamber's welded shut, so it must be insulated or something. Drift: *he DOES want to touch it. he wants to touch it a lot. a whole lot.* Rodimus: I get all floaty and everything at once. *holds it out at Drift.* Drift: ... Do you think I can? The last time I touched a live Matrix, it melted my hand. Whirl: *takes a few steps back; Whirl does NOT want to touch it, particularly* Rodimus: Hmmm. It is connected to me and i would never hurt you :D Whirl: But if you lose a hand and Rodimus loses a leg, that WOULD be hilarious. Because this trip would've cost us, literally, an arm and a leg. Whirl: So I say, do it. Rodimus: *snorts* Drift: *snorts* It's a fair cost. Drift: *okay. tentatively touches it.* Rodimus: Anyways... you could have--- you know--- with me if th eMatrix hurts you. Rodimus: *shudders ok odd sentination* Rodimus: ((you guys can control how each matrix reaction happens =) Whirl: ((o7 Whirl: ((i'm p. excited to see how drift's goes 0u0 Drift: *for just a moment, barely a second, both the Matrix's core and Drift's biolights blaze with blinding light* Rodimus: ((Same! Drift: *then he lets go and stumbles back, streaks streaming from his overheated optics* Wh... Wha... Rodimus: !!! Rodimus: *optics overly bright himself* You---- awesome! Whirl: *jerks back, startled* Whirl: Damn, mech, for a second I thought you blew up! Drift: *for a moment, he just stares at the Matrix, stunned silent, rubbing the fingertips that touched the Matrix* Rodimus: Did you just... like---? Drift: *covers his mouth, and nods* Rodimus: *grins* Rodimus: *wiggles it at Whirl sure you dont want to toucccccccch it?* Drift: *slowly, crouches down, hands still over his mouth. still too stunned to speak.* Whirl_: ((INTERNEEET)) Whirl_: *still does not; Whirl will only touch it if he has to* So... okay. I'm not an expert on mystic mumbo jumbo. Rodimus: @D ::You ok? Mind blown too hard?:: Whirl_: But that looked like a pretty clear sign of affiity to me. Congrats. *nudges Drift with his foot. But in a congratulatory manner* Whirl_: *Affinity Drift: @R «*soft dialup internet tones*» Rodimus: *blinks down at Drift then kneels next to him* Rodimus: *reaches out with a free hand to cup his cheek and turn his helm up to inspect him* Whirl_: *in a rare moment of something dangerously close to empathy, Whirl casually strolls away under the pretense of looking around, and gives them a minute* Rodimus: *lop sided smile* You see why I am not docking it yet, Huh? Drift: *lowers his hands a bit to let Rodimus see his face. he's still got tears streaming down his face, but he looks far more stunned than anything else. stunned and a little awed.* Drift: ... Hahhh... *a small, bewildered smile* That's... that's a lot to carry. Rodimus: Did you feel everyone? I tihnk its different for everyone. It was bliss for me as if its what I was born for and every gear cable and wire had all slide into prefect place! OuO Drift: ... Yeah. I did. I... they were all around me. Rodimus: *swipes Drift's tears and plays with the tear lights as he shakes him off* Rodimus: *stands back up and then holds his hand out to Drift* Ready? Rodimus: We got a planet to save. Drift: *hesitates; then takes Rodimus's hand.* Rodimus: *leans against the wall for support* Drift: *will lean with. he's still trying to process that.* ... Wow. Rodimus: *oh whirl left!* Whirl_: *glances back--they seem to be good now* Okay. I've got it. Whirl_: *he's nearby, just was giivng them some space* Rodimus: Got what? Rodimus: *lets Drift lean onto him* Whirl_: *points at Drift* Clappimus Prime. Whirl_: Happimus Clappimus Prime. Drift: *shakes head* They told me what my name would be. Whirl_: "They?" Drift: *gestures at Matrix* They. Whirl_: You know what--save it. It's probably best if I DON'T know. Rodimus: I want to know! Drift: ... Later. *he's not quite ready to say it out loud.* Rodimus: Ok! But not... renamed right? Drift: No. Just... what it COULD be. If. Rodimus: Like hte Matrix told me my name was and Has always been Rodimus: Ok... so let's get moving need to get back to nyon and wake someone up! Whirl_: Well, that's all fine, well, and good, but the Matrix isn't gonna fly you outta here. It's up to ME to deal with your poor planning. *as if he's one to talk* Whirl_: *whirl tips his head back and peers up* Do we need to get anything else here? How d'you wanna do this? Drift: *vague nod. Nyon. right.* Rodimus: I didnt plan poorly--- I have you here Whirl. >) Whirl_: Har, har. We doing this one at a time? *he pauses, looking at Drift, who seems thoroughly out of it* You gonna be good to go, Clappimus? Rodimus: *pulling out high tension cables* The best flyer can totally have no issues haul a pair of cars out of a hole right? Rodimus: *side glances at Drift a mix of pride and concern show on his face* Drift: *still stunned* Whirl_: It's an issue of weight ratios, not skill. But I think I can manage. Are you gonna hold on, or...? Whirl_: Do you need me to stow that while we go up? *nods at the Matrix* Whirl_: I can just stuff it in my cockpit, you'll *probably* want both hands. Rodimus: *looks to drift.* That's a good idea. Rodimus: *Shifts Drift closer to his frame* Ok Whirl hold this while I rig me and Drift up. Rodimus: *puts the matrix in whirl's cockpit?* Drift: *leans on Rodimus* Whirl_: *just reaches out to take it, obviously intending to do the stuffing himself* Whirl_: *and as soon as his claw closes over one end, three things happen in quick succession* Whirl_: *the first thing is that Whirl staggers back as if struck, his optic blindingly bright; in this moment he has a vision which I will later write up on my blog* Whirl_: *cos it's too long for here. INSERT PLACEHOLDER, WHIRL IS SEEING AN ALTERATE DIIMENSION* Drift: ((brb)) Whirl_: *the second thing that happens, when his lucidity returns to him, is that a garbled scream bubbles up from his throat, a horrible sound like a shriek mingled with feedback* Whirl_: ((o7)) Whirl_: *and the third thing is him falling to one knee and hunching over, his chestplates splitting and opening, bathing the floor below him in sparklight; molten solder is pouring out of his spark chamber* Rodimus: Holy-- Fragging Primus below! Whirl_: ((i will wait for puff's return o7 whirl is too stunned atm to do anything else anyway)) Drift: *THAT shakes Drift out of his shock* Whirl_: *his optic is squeezes shut, and he doesn't look up or close his chest yet, but it's angled to the floor, so he's not baring his spark to them* Oh... kay. Drift: Whirl! *lets go of Rodimus and kneels next to Whirl, looking over him for obvious damage* Drift: *it would have to be REALLY obvious, though; he's still about 60% on another planet. all he's registering right now is "chest hole???"* Whirl_: *shies away from Drift's approach and tries to cover his chest with his claw* Hey, HEY. Drift: ... I've got a... hold on. Rodimus: Fragging hells. You ok WHirl? *looks up and shouts* HOIST! How far down you you lower your wench? Drift: *rummages around in his armor until he finds a metal hole punch and a bundle of zip ties. this is Drift's first aid kit.* Whirl_: Just give me a second. I'll close up. Just... molten metal. In the spark chamber. Not fun. Drift: Do you need help keeping it closed? *offers zip ties* Hoist: *looks up; he and Ten had been in anotherrousing game of Tic-tac-Toe* Hmm.... Ten: *pauses in tic tacc toe game and looks over side of hole* ten? Hoist: *he looks over the edge, peering* Not as far as the bottom, I think. Is everything all right? Whirl_: *shakes his head; after a moment longer he rolls his shoulders back, and his cockpit begins to re-assemble itself, folding back together* Whirl_: *then he looks Drift solemnly in the eye* Well. Obviously, it's broken. Drift: Whirl, I think we're going to have to consider the possibility that you're the Anti-Prime. Rodimus: *squaats down* That was a viloent reaction. Rodimus: *snickers* To get any reaction he has to ahve SOME kind of affinity. Whirl_: *snorts and shifts his weight* Yeah. Remember what I said about my spark chamber being welded up? Drift: Can't say that anymore. Whirl_: I guess it... burned through it, or something. *stands* Easily #2 on my list of Least Pleasant Experiences. Rodimus: Matrix must of tought it was fixing you. Drift: ... Did it give you a name? Whirl_: *all things considered, he seems pretty calm, almost unnaturally so* No. But I saw... Whirl_: I saw something. Whirl_: How long was I out? Drift: *nods?* Drift: Uh... *looks up at Rodimus* I dunno. A few seconds? Rodimus: Not even. Whirl_: Really? *pauses thoughtfully; he's staring at the Matrix now* It was a lot longer, on my end. Drift: ... Wait, then how long was *I* out? Whirl_: Same. It looked instantaneous. Drift: Really? Huh. Whirl_: *continues staring; when he speaks, it's almost absently* I can see how you tracked it down. It's like a magnet. Rodimus: *nods* Rodimus: *shouts up* We are good just religious moments. Ten: *still peering down at them, looks confused* Whirl_: *the shout seems to snap him out of it, and he gives his head a little shake* Whirl_: That doesn't--it doesn't mean anything, thouggh. It's lighting up for ALL of us. Whirl_: Look, let's just keep this to ourselves. Drift: ... Maybe it's... it's fate. It wanted three of its chosen to come get it. Rodimus: Wouldnt you if you had no legs and got stuck in a hole for millions of years. Drift: *mumbles* Solomus, I just called myself chosen. I'm chosen. *rubs face* Whirl_: *snorts* We KNOW Rodimus was chosen, and I can buy YOU, but me? No. Whirl_: If we pass it off to them *nods to the bots above* It'll probably do the same thing. It isn't--I'm not... *he doesn't really wanna say it, it sounds too dramatic* You know. Hoist: *looks to Ten and shrugs* Rodimus: *grins* I would nomorlally agree with Whirl. But--- *smirks* Ten: *just watching them from the top, not understanding a word of whats happening* Drift: *gets up and starts pacing* It's NOT broken. It can't be. That was— it was REAL. It HAD to be. Rodimus: Let's see what happens if we hand it to Hoist Whirl_: ...Drift, you said it named you. Did it just say, "congratulations, you're yadda-yadda prime?" Drift: ... *slows down* No. There was more. *picks up the pacing again* Whirl_: *rubs the side of his helm, troubled* What I saw--I understand some of it. Alyon, I know. Whirl_: Rodion, Facility 113, I know all of those. Those are places. But I've never heard... Whirl_: *shakes his head again* This is stupid. Okay. This is not important. Let's just go, okay? I can fly. Let's pass this off to the janitor and be done with it. Drift: Yeah. Okay. Good idea. Drift: *usually he'd be extremely curious. but if Whirl has to talk about his experience, then so does Drift.* Rodimus: *bites his lower lip REALLY WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT OTHERS!* Whirl_: ((PFFT I like how drift and whirl are both like "WE ARE STRUGGLING WITH A PROFOUND REALIZATION" and Rodimus's reaction is basically "omg :3c")) Rodimus: ..Whirl could just be your spark's true name? Whirl_: ((cute)) Rodimus: ((it is lol Whirl_: No. I--what I saw wasn't other Matrices, or anything. It was... a sequence of events. Nothing spoke to me. Rodimus: Oooh! A vision! Whirl_: *shifts into alt-mode; it's easier to hide his discomfort this way* But there's a word in the back of my mind--like an echo-- and I don't think it's a city, so. Rodimus: Was it more yous? Primus save the universe. Rodimus: Ok! Let's get up there! Whirl_: Pft. No, not this time. All aboard. *hovers steadily, waiting* Rodimus: Got the Matrix stowed? Whirl_: ...oh, right. *pops his cockpit; he'd dropped it when he reacted* Someone just stuff it. Drift: ... You touch it. *not ready to try that again* Whirl_: *oh dammit he's going to have to touch it THE WHOLE WAY UP* Rodimus: *puts it in* Ten: *by this point has gone back to his game with hoist* Rodimus: *ohohhoho so cute. he likes the tingly matrix feel* Rodimus: *finshes lashing him and drift together* Whirl_: *shudders uncomfortably, which is an interesting thing to watch a flying helicopter do, but luckily does not react again* Hoist: *likewise, but he glances to the pit every now and then* Drift: *clings to Rodimus* Rodimus: *tugs on the cord once he latches it to Whirl* Rodimus: *hm--- he can totally steal and creast nuzzle right now* Whirl_: *hovers in dutiful silence while Rodimus gets them ready, and as soon as they are aboard, up they go!* Whirl_: *normally Whirl would not tolerate mushiness on Whirl Airlines but he's too preoccupied to notice* Drift: *nuzzles back, and then hides his face in Rodimus's shoulder* Whirl_: *and they're at the top of the pit again* Okay, off. Get this thing outta here. Ten: ! *puts down one last O and realizes he lost before standing to see if they need help* Hoist: *likewise hovers nearby* Are you all right? What happened? Rodimus: We learned the Matrix isnt a one mech kinda bot. Drift: *vague mumbles* Rodimus: *can he have it back now WHirl?* Whirl_: *please take it, his cockpit is open* Drift: *as soon as he's unlashed, he crouches down again* Whirl_: *and as soon as he's de-Matrixed, he steps back and activates his comms* @R: Not a word. Ten: *does not understand Rodimus' analogy but steps up to drift, looking converned* Rodimus: *got it* Hoist, do me a favour and touch this. Drift: *pats Ten's knee* I'm fine. I'm great. Hoist: *flabbergasted* ...the Matrix? Hoist: *one moment he was gearing up for mother hen mode and now THIS* Ten: *doesnt look convinced, hesitantly puts a hand on drifts back* Drift: ... Don't stand too close to the cliff when you touch it. Hoist: I'm... is it dangerous? *eyes it worriedly* Is it fragile? *if he breaks their brand-new Matrix he'll never hear the end of it* Hoist: *nevertheless... poink. Hoist pokes it. Nuttin* Rodimus: Huh. Hoist: *he pokes it again, for good measure* Seems fine to me. Rodimus: Cool thx. Drift: *quiet relieved sigh* Whirl_: *quiet aggrivated sigh* Rodimus: Um. Rodimus: Oh well. Hoist: Sorry...? Rodimus: *slides his chest open to put the matrix in* Ten: *glances up, wondering what that was about* Hoist: *he'll explain for you later, Ten* Hoist: *when he's teaching you checkers* Ten: *and all the games* Hoist: *yes :3c* Whirl_: *quietly* Drift. Drift: Hm? Whirl_: *glances back; Hoist, at least, is thoroughly distracted by Rodimus* What did it call you? Rodimus: *brillantly blindingly shiny sorry guys he will just dock this and close fast as he can dont mind the blissful sighing* Drift: *hesitates; then shakes his head* Not yet. Whirl_: *shrugs* Drift: It didn't give you a name? Rodimus: *optics are white/blue as he shakes his helm* Whirl_: Not... directly. Drift: ... Indirectly? Whirl_: *switches to comms* @D: Have you ever heard of a place--a city, a province, a planet, whatever--called Vertiginus? Rodimus: *streatches his legs then smiles* Drift: @W «No. Never.» Ten: *absentmindedly wondering if he should get the MARB to examine the others* Rodimus: :3 Hoist: *was still standing there with his finger in a pokig motion while Rodimus did that whole outrageous Matrix lightshow* Hoist: *is still just doing that, blinking slowly* Whirl_: @D: That's the only part that didn't fit. Rodimus: *pats Hoist* Sorry I just really wanted docked--- Rodimus: I will let you touch it more later! Drift: @W «That SOUNDS like a Prime's name. It's got the -us thing going on.» Hoist: Oh, no! It's fine, you're fine. I do not need to be touching the Matrix all the time. *he was just so startled he froze up completely* Whirl_: @D: Maybe. Can't be sure. I need to digest this. But if I don't figure out what that is, then... Whirl_: *he doesn't really need to finish his statement, the implications are clear* Ten: *after a second decides he is going to scan them all with the MARB to make sure they are ok* Hoist: *good idea Ten* Drift: *small nod* Ten: *fiddles with the control, not entirely sure how to run an examine but finally figures out how to run a distance scan and flips it on* Whirl_: Hey, let's get a move on. We got what we came for, right? Time to go home. Rodimus: Yeah. But we got some one to wake up first. *far away look* Whirl_: Right, right. *is no longer looking particularly gung-ho* Ten: *doesnt find anything especially abdnormal or life threatening on scans but still frowning, worried about them* Hoist: *steps back to rejoin Ten, taking a look at his scans, as well; situation normal, it seems* Rodimus: *points them at a cooridoor. We can get out there. Hoist: *he looks to the larger mech and shrugs* Drift: *okay. gets back on his feet and clings to Rodimus.* Whirl_: *pulls out his plasma-thrower. He probably won't need it but it's comforting to hold* Ten: *frowns at hoist, clearly concerned for the others* Rodimus: *easily takes the clinging* Rodimus: @ D + W ::You guys can talk to me about it. I been there.:: Hoist: *softly, so that only Ten can hear* If there's something more going on, it's best to just get home as soon as possible, where they're safe, and can be examined more thoroughly. Rodimus: We got a bit of a walk then drive lets get moving. Hoist: I'll help you keep an eye on them until then. Drift: @R «I think it was different for me.» Ten: *nods to hoist, if any of them seem to be having trouble then he will let them ride on the MARB* Whirl_: @R: Nothing to talk about. It's done with. Rodimus: ((we got everyone to touch let have them talk while driving? no attack i was going to force the touching there if needed but i dont want to keep everyone up)) Hoist: *nods back; we're a team now*)) Hoist: ((disregard those parenthesis)) Ten: ((Team Hen)) Hoist: ((OMFG)) Hoist: ((PERF)) Whirl_: ((ye i was gonna ask if we could skip the combat, sorry--aside from the latenessof the hour, I think lack of fighting fits the current somber mood more Drift: ((talk works for me)) Ten: ((talk amd somber return seems to fit the mood best)) Rodimus: *quesitly walks threw the maze as if he has known it is whol liife. so queit* Drift: *it's a good thing Rodimus still knows the route; Drift is completely clueless now that he doesn't have that internal Matrix compass* Ten: *meanwhile is keeping a close eye on the others* Hoist: *also doing s* Whirl_: *just stalking along with his weapon out, occasionally checking their surroundings* Rodimus: There isnt anyone for miles, Whirl. ---But keep the gun out incase of fast patorls. Whirl_: *shrugs* Surprises are surprises for a reason, Rodders. I wanna be ready for 'em. Whirl_: *a bit of his usually irrepressible nature returns as he pats the plasma-thrwer fondly* They won''t be ready for ME, though. Rodimus: *breaks into a smile* Rodimus: *as they get outside the light is dim as the sun setting* Rodimus: *turns to look to Drift and  favor him a gaint smile* We doing good? Drift: *nods* Yeah. Doing good. Rodimus: Ok! Rodimus: Let's roll out then! Rodimus: *transforms then springs back out landing on his skid plate with a yelp* Whirl_: *without a word, he stows his weapon and shifts into alt-mode, taking to the sky* Rodimus: Uhm. I forgot my hydrolics. Drift: Rodimus! *kneels next to him* Drift: Do you want to ride on me? Rodimus: *grabs his side and nods* Hoist: *Hoist had taken a half-step forward* Are you sure you'd rather not take the MARB? Hoist: Both of you. *Drift looks right out of it, too* Rodimus: =) I am good I can guide Drift. Ten: *frowning, about to step off the MARB if they need it* Hoist: *nods* Be careful, though. Drift: Hold on. *scoots back a bit and transforms* Rodimus: *gingerly sits on his hood* Drift: *once Rodimus is on, switches to hover mode. it'll make the ride less bumpy.* Rodimus: *leans back and poses* Yish. Hoist: *shifts into his not-very-fast-or-impressive alt mode, as well* Rodimus: *as they drive* Rodimus: Drift. *softly so only they hear* Rodimus: What was it like? Drift: ... It was like coming home. Rodimus: That sounds nice. Drift: I'm— I'm selling the experience short. Rodimus: Nah, its not a explinable thing. Rodimus: unexplainable. Drift: It's everything I ever wanted and never had before. Rodimus: Thats how it is with me! Drift: ... It's probably different for you. You're not... Drift: You're not FROM the Matrix. Rodimus: We all are, silly. Rodimus: Like--- hontestly. Drift: No. You don't— You're from Vector Sigma. You're forged. Rodimus: *lays back more on Drift* All are one. You didnt get that from the matrix? Drift: I did. I did get that. I— Drift: It said it's glad we were made fom it. Rodimus: I am too. Rodimus: I am gald it was a good thing for you! Rodimus: *looks up to the sky at their flying companion. Talk to him if you can? He likes you--- as much as a Whirl can. Drift: Yeah. I will. I just—I'm still processing. Rodimus: Heh--- you going to let me know your name yet? :D Ten: ((well i got to go sleep guys, so pretend ten is just doing whatever hes told/following behind. Night everyone)) Rodimus: *they are apporching Nyon rodimus tenses slighly* Drift: Soon. Rodimus: ((ok! Drift: ((gnight~)) Rodimus: *whines* Rodimus: I hate supence! Drift: You'll be the first one I tell, okay? Hoist: ((gnight! o7)) Drift: @W «Hey. How're you holding up?» Rodimus: OK. *pouts* Whirl_: @D: All's clear up here. Whirl_: *not REALLY an answer to that question, but it is a true statement. Drift: @W «... I was asking about you.» Hoist: ((gah one sec it's wiggin out on me)) Drift: ((o7)) Whirl_: @D: I'll live. Drift: @W «... Tell you what. If the Matrix ever rejects Rodimus and demands a new host, and we're the only two viable options in range, I promise I'll pick it up first.» Whirl_: @D: I'm still not convinced this isn't some kind of misake, but I'll call it a deal. Rodimus: [Ok reach Nyon] Rodimus: Stop on the ridge Drift. Drift: @W «If you ever wanna talk about it, you know where I am.» Drift: *slows as they approach the ridge, and stops* Whirl_: @D: Gotcha. Rodimus: *gets up and tilts his helm* Hoist: *arrives well after the other two, idling in alt-mode* Rodimus: ...I dont know whats going to happen but you guys probly want to step back. Drift: *lands, transforms, and scoots back.* Drift: *... by like, two steps.* Hoist: ...*backs up slowy* Rodimus: I got primly stuff to do. Whirl_: *is circling high overhead* Rodimus: *opens this chamber then a bright light engulfs the hot rod and the ground shudders under them* Rodimus: ((tots you got the touch moment)) Hoist: ((YOU GOT THE TOOOUCH)) Hoist: *Hoist, at least, is impressed* Drift: *is probably standing way too close but doesn't want to back away from Rodimus* Rodimus: [A metrotitain raises for the city] Rodimus: *as the titian stands rodimus collapses* Hoist: *hoist is VERY impres--OH NO RODIMUS* Drift: !! *rushes up to catch him* Drift: Rodimus?! Rodimus! Hoist: *shifts into root mode and likewise hurries to his side* Whirl_: *has altered his circling pattern because a Metrotitan is STANDING WHERE HE WAS FLYING A MOMENT AGO* Drift: *what the hell is it with Rodimus and Metrotitans?!* Rodimus: MetroPlex: *leans down to Rodimus* Drift: *glares up at Metroplex. buddy you better be about to wake Rodimus back up or Drift will throw a sword at your eye* Hoist: *looks up from where he's kneeling by Rodimus's side, completely overshadowed by the Metrotitan* Uh. Drift...? Drift: What. *his voice is thick with MURDER.* Hoist: Orders? Rodimus: MP: His voice was to pure, Prime is great connected to Us. Drift: You knocked him out! Whirl_: *swoops in to very nonchalantly land on Metroplex's shoulder* Yeah, and shutting up Captain Rodpod is no small feat. Drift: Don't encourage him!! Whirl_: I'm pretty sure the walking city is going to do whatever it wants, regardless of my input, Drift. Hoist: Look--we're just worried about our Captain. *oh lord someone has to de-fuse this situation* Hoist: Please, Metroplex--is he going to be all right? Drift: What did you do?! Is he okay? Rodimus: MP: *wide blinks* The Prime is fine. Drift: ... *relaxes about 2%* Rodimus: *optics flickering on* Drift: *immediately focuses back on his captain* Rodimus? Hoist: *also returns his attention to Rodimus* Rodimus: HOW CAN YOU even THINK that way! *widely gestures at Metroplex* Whirl_: *seems content to stand there on the enormous plane of Metroplex's shoulder* Rodimus: MP: *tilts his helm to Whirl and give a ouff of cooling air* Rodimus: MP: *lets a deep rumble that was maybe a laugh* Whirl_: *mimicks the gesture, though on a much smaller scale* Rodimus: 0/10 would not mind dive with another metro titain. Drift: *nuzzles Rodimus's helm* You've really gotta stop visiting metrotitans' heads. Rodimus: MP: Rodimus Primus. I answered your plead. I will follow. Hoist: Yes, next time, get a Cityspeaker, sir. Rodimus: I am one... *mutters* Rodimus: MP; No training. Hoist: *nods approvingly* Listen to the responsible Metrotitan, Captain. Rodimus: ..I think I just got sassed but metroplex. Rodimus: ((by metroplex Drift: Every time you talk to a metrotitan, you get possessed or knocked out. Sometimes both. Rodimus: Ok, ok so I am the wrost City Speaker ever. Drift: You need to hire a cityspeaker. I'LL learn to be a cityspeaker if I have to. Whirl_: You probably deserved it! *calling from his perch* Hoist: I can recommend one for you later. Rodimus: MP: No walls. Too open. Whirl_: ...the sass, I mean. Rodimus: ..Thanks, Metroplex. We need to wake your brother in Crystal City as well--- Rodimus: MP: *nods and stands creaking and throwing dirt and debries everywhere* Whirl_: *quite easily maintains his footing until Metroplex stands, and only then launches off into the air again* Drift: *leans over Rodimus to try to shield him from the dirt* Rodimus: Vitreus Rodimus: MP: *stops and looks at Rodimus and nods* Rodimus: huh. Rodimus: *stands up easily and bounces* Hoist: *stands, as well* Drift: *don't bounce oh my god Rodimus your hydraulics* Rodimus: *smiles at Drift then the rest of the group* Drift: *quickly stands back up to wrap his arm around Rodimus's waist again* Rodimus: Um... where are you going to go? Rodimus: MP: Crystal City, then Iacon. Rodimus: *facepalms* Rodimus: Guys hail the LL we are going back up! The battle is near! No way we can hide this! Hoist: *nods* Whirl_: About damn time we had a fight! Drift: Yessir. *comms the LL* Whirl_: ((ok, and this is about where i need t tap out, it seems like a good stoppin point Whirl_: I MUST SLEEP Whirl_: GNIGHT Y'ALL \o/ Drift: ((GNIGHT)) Rodimus: ((NIGHT

[rurounidrift]

Bling Quest, Pt 1

Rodimus & team head down to the Functionist Cybertron’s surface in order to steal their thus far undiscovered Matrix. The team lands in Nyon and drives to Iacon, where they find a passage into the Undergrid, which leads to... the Matrix.

To Be Continued on Friday.

Welcome to the 'lostlightstream' room. Ratchet changed their nickname to Siren. Rodimus: Setting: Rodimus has just finished tearing threw the halls looking for volenteers to join the mission he is now waiting on board the leading light. Drift: *and Drift is waiting just outside the Leading Light, to welcome anyone who decided to follow Rodimus* Rodimus: *leans back against the pilot's console* Let's see who we get! Rodimus: Hound: *open the leading Light's back boarding passage* Who are we expecting Captain? Whirl: *Whirl is there early, already loaded up with weapons* About damn TIME. Rodimus: *laughs* At least Our air support. *gestures at whirl* Our tracker. *nods back at hound* And Speed units! Drift: *glances over Whirl to see if there's any sign of whatever illness has been afflicting him lately; he looks fine so far* Ten: *ten walks in quietly, not looking entirely sure what is happening* Hoist: *also approaches, armed, as well, but with his shotgun rather than a damn arsenal* Rodimus: So Rotors! I hear tale you can fly anywhere. Let's put this to the test yeah? =D Drift: Ten! Are you here to help make history? *there are probably clearer ways to confirm that Ten is coming with them* Whirl: *if he notices Drift's scrutiny, he doesn't react to it; instead, he just raises his head haughtily* Prepare to be blown away. Ten: *looks very confused at drift's comment* Drift: ... You're coming too, Ten? Rodimus: Ten! Welcome and Hoist yo! Medicial supports! Ten: *realizes what drift meant and nods* Hoist: *nods* You made a good case, Captain. Hoist: *he won't admit it but maybe he is just a touch intrigued by the adventurousness of it all* Hoist: *but I mean he can't SAY that, he's gotta be the stolid, dependable voice of reason on this ship* Rodimus: Hound: In the least it will be great to see the inside of the Arcoplex once again. Ten: *and unlike hoist ten isnt entirely sure what is happening, just that swerve said to come along* Rodimus: Hm. This looks like a good team! Every take your seats once we are in the air I will give the mission details! Drift: *checks to make sure there are no stragglers heading for the Leading Light, and then climbs aboard and claims a seat behind Rodimus's.* Rodimus: *going to fly the ship so everyone get in your seats* Hoist: *does as he is bade without any fuss* Whirl: *also takes his seat, but also takes the seat next to him by piling weapons onto it* Ten: *follows behind and takes a seat in the back* Rodimus: Hound: *already i nthe co-piloit's seat* Rodimus: *poof pulls the ship out of the airlock and sets the nav computer* Drift: This is going to be great—a great experience. I can feel it. The atmosphere in here is absolutely buzzing. Ten: *tries to listen for buzzing but is confuised when he hears nnothing* Drift: *he's already scooted to the edge of his seat so he can put a hand on Rodimus's spoiler* Rodimus: *shift praticed motions rodimus already has the ship barreling toward the loom visage of the not-their-cybertron it is getting closer as he stands to look to the group* Rodimus: Who has heard what we are actually going to do yet? *grin* Drift: *HAND UP* Rodimus: Drift! Hoist: I was given an idea... Rodimus: Hound. *nods* Whirl: Blowing up Functionists? Ten: ten.  *a headshake clearly indicates that is a no* Rodimus: *tilts his helm with a smirk* When they Functionist had me--- they wanted to know something above all else. Rodimus: Where is the Matrix. Rodimus: That means done there *gestures at the approching surface* Their Matrix is waitin' for us. Drift: *speech time! listens in delight* Whirl: So we're snatching it? Rodimus: We are going to answer that call-- It's some where in the undergrid of Iacon. Yep whirl! Hoist: Hmm. Question, sir. Rodimus: *looks to hoist* Drift: And we'll get to witness the rebirth of a Prime~ *starry optics* Hoist: Obviously, we side with the rebels in this situation. What're their feelings on this? Hoist: Are they okay with us just... taking it? Rodimus: *side glances to drift and mutter i hope i dont have to die this time for it* Whirl: *rolls his optic, but doesn't comment* Ten: *just silently listening, head following whoever is talking* Drift: *mouths "you'll be fine"* Rodimus: They have no wish for it. It's fairy tails and myths to them. Rodimus: The only one that seems to actually believe me is Soundwave. Hoist: Well, as long as we have their permission. Rodimus: ((shockwave* Hoist: I don't want to take something that's rightfully theirs if they need it. Rodimus: We need more firepower to take the city. That'd what the matrix is going to give us. Whirl: Besides, last time I checked, THEIR Cybertron wasn't blown to hell. They'll be fine. Drift: *mumbles* Admittedly, we might already have enough firepower in this shuttle... *glances at Whirl's arsenal* Rodimus: *glances out the front cockpit* I feel it. I know where the Matrix is--- if This Orin Pax was meant to be a prime here he would have already found it. Rodimus: It's not dead--- it's just waiting. Hoist: I'm sure I can't comment on what's "meant" to be but... if the rebels are okay with this operation, then I have no further objections. Rodimus: Hound: *side glances interestedly at Rodimus* Rodimus: Anyways! *flips into his seat* Let's take this in. We need to land pretty far from Iacon. Then get the rest of the way on wheel or wing. Ten: *has never really had any real experience with primes or the matrix so just going to go along with what hes told* Rodimus: [going to break atomostshpere and start flying VERY close to the ground* Whirl: Good enough for me. *starts subspacing some of the weapons, but he keeps his trusty plasma-thrower in his lap* Drift: *brought a couple guns with him, in case of emergency; tries to readjust them so that they won't get in the way of his kibble when he transforms* Rodimus: *grinning* Ten: *left his sword back on the ship and now wondering if he should have brought it, but figures his fists will have to be enough* Drift: *wedges them between the small of his back and his Great Sword. good enough.* Rodimus: *ok landing* Rodimus: *vibrating with excitment* Whirl: *pats his plasma-thrower fondly before subspacing it, at last; he can't use it in the air* We going in hot? Drift: *leaps up to stand by the door the moment the shuttle has landed. ready to go.* Drift: Don't we always? Ten: *stands as well but doesnt move to leave yet, going to let the others go first to lead* Rodimus: Ok! Me and Drift on point. Whirl you are air support, Ten can you fly the MARBs? Ten: *tilts head to side, not sure but more than willing to try* Hoist: Need me to bring up the rear, sir? Ten: *nods after a second to show he will fly it* Rodimus: [As rodimus lowers the gate a exspanse of the ruined streets.] Rodimus: Ten can get the rear you stick with him, as acting medic. Ten: *smiles at hound, looks like they will be partnered up for now* Rodimus: [Stepping up rodimus turn around while walking look up at dark buildings. no signs of life* Ten: hoist*)) Whirl: *as soon as there is room for Whirl, he shifts into alt-mode and shoots into the sky* Hoist: *looks back to Ten and nods; he's wearing his mask, but there's a smile in his eyes* Drift: *hops out and immediately transforms, roughly pointed toward their destination, engine revving.* Rodimus: Hound: *frowns as he looks around* You landed us in Nyon, Rodimus. Rodimus: *nods sharply* It's whee we are coming back-- and this is a driveable distance. *looks down the main street.* Whirl: *already beginning to survey the area in wide, spiraling loops* Rodimus: This is the Rust Narrows we can take this to get out of the city. Team Rodimus should already be here prepping what they can of Metroplex. Ten: *goes to figure out the MARB while they have time* Rodimus: *sits on Drift's roof* Rodimus: Ten got that MARB? Drift: *revving intensifies* Am I your ride, captain? Ten: *exammines the controls for a second before nodding and starting it up* Hoist: *he will be riding with you, Ten, if he heard his directions correctly* Hoist: *so congrats u have a Hoist now* Rodimus: *pats Drift* Nah just looking. I am done lets go the drive isnt that long! Rodimus: ((sorry to be clear hoist and ten are partnered like... drive next to him in the rear lol Rodimus: ((ten doesnt have a alt mose i think? Hoist: ((gtcha, NIX THAT THEN, Hoist just alts up and is waiting near Ten)) Rodimus: ((not a vecihle one at least Ten: ((nope sadly ten is the odd mech out)) Ten: ((he can only combine with two other of his kind Drift: ((apparently it takes three Legislators to make an escape pod)) Drift: ((so his alt mode is 1/3 pod)) Rodimus: *transfroms* Already autobots! Roll out~ Ten: ((yup)) Drift: *and it's off to the races* Hoist: *will drive as fast as he can, but Hoist is OBVIOUSLY NOT A RACER* Ten: *ten floors the speed on the MARB... which i would imagine isnt super incredibly fast as well* Whirl: *will continue his surveillance loops, keeping track of his squaddies below, but not following their direct course; Whirl is on the hunt* Rodimus: [Travel takes them out of Nyon pretty fast with rodius leading this is where he wa sbuilt he knows all the alleys and underpasses] Rodimus: *driving very very fast as they near the edge of the city* Rodimus: Hound: @Hoist. ::damn racers.:: Hoist: @Hound: *chuckles* Don't I know it. Drift: *Drift keeps nearly taking wrong turns while they're weaving through the city, but once they're near the edge of the city he straightens out* Whirl: *Whirl only follows suit after they've been driving straight for a while, hanging back to make sure they weren't followed* Whirl: *unfortunately, they weren't* Rodimus: *transforms out once they reach the edge of a ridge and turns to look back at the city* Ten: *pulls MARB to a stop when Rodimus transforms* Rodimus: I dont think they had zeta. Rodimus: *turns his helm and shakes it hard a moment* Hoist: *idling in alt-mode* Sir? Drift: *transforms and puts his hand on Rodimus's shoulder, quietly* Rodimus: ((Nyon as rodimus last saw it)) Hoist: ((aww rodders)) Ten: *isnt sure whats going on but stays quiet* Rodimus: *smirks* Ok let's go get our magical or and wake this city up! Rodimus: *transfroms back to alt mode and takes back off* Rodimus: ((ok insert like 4 hours of driving Drift: *quietly follows* Rodimus: ((brb piddling you guys can talk in comms <3 Whirl: ((assume Whirl makes the trip even more tedious with the occasional snarky comment and an unending stream of bad knock-knock jokes)) Rodimus: [roads are shocklingly in decent repair-- but they have see noone--- at all.] Ten: *the entire time Ten is just watching the scenery, hes never seen it before* Drift: *attempts to radiate Positive Energy to the rest of the group* Hoist: *Hoist is quiet, but wary, even as the hours drag on; the silence and emptiness is deeply unsettling to him* Drift: *... keeps getting distracted by the fact that he feels like he's got some sort of internal compass that knows where they're going. Which is really weird, because Drift's sense of direction is sh¡t.* Whirl: *at some point, loudly wonders if every damn Functionist on Cybertron is taking a vacation on the other side of Cybertron* Rodimus: ::Hey. Guys this is creepy as ***.:: Rodimus: ::Where is everyone?:: Whirl: [It's BORING is what it is.] Hoist: [I... don't know. But I agree, sir. Something's just not right about this.] Ten: *frowns, he was kind of enjoying the scenery* Rodimus: ::I see Iacon already. Whirl pull closer to us. we need find the bridge.. the battle of the bridge one.:: Drift: *we've been bombarding Cybertron with propaganda, haven't we? Maybe the Functionists enacted a curfew.* Rodimus: *we have been turning their billboards to Autobot symbols* Whirl: *finally descends closer to the group, slowing to match their pace* Drift: ((that was supposed to be «» instead of **)) Rodimus: ((I answered in * for some reason wtf Drift: ((it's contagious)) Hoist: [Even so, I feel like we should have seen someone or someting. I just... don't like this.] Rodimus: ::It looks pretty---- empty. Oh-- This way!:: Ten: .... ten. *starts looking around more, intent to keep watch for danger now* Rodimus: *takes a sudden sharp turn as if he was tubed by a string* Rodimus: ((tugged Rodimus: ((tubbed lol Hoist: *DOES NOT MAKE THE TURN NEARLY AS GRACEFULLY but does not crash or overturn or anything* Ten: *meanwhile just gently curves around the corner with the MARB* Drift: *guess who handles that turn perfectly* Whirl: *Whirl matches Rodimus's sudden shift in direction with textbook precision; he's just showing off at this point, with nothing better to do* Rodimus: *speeds up as he pulls into a long scar in the ground* Drift: *does his best to keep up* Ten: *floors the MARB again... does not go much faster* Rodimus: As the ally narrows he transforms out and startss hitting a rusted wall* Whirl_: (gdi LS) Whirl_: *draws to a neat stop, hovering in the air ad watching Rodimus for a few moments* Rodimus: Thereis a way in here. Used to use it when doing trades with Swindle. Whirl_: Oh, I know how this works! Stand back. Rodimus: *snorts at the rust he kicked up and steps back* Drift: *transforms, almost draws a sword to try to open it up, but decides to step back instead* Drift: *Whirl's got this* Rodimus: *further back whirl is so going to shoot it* Ten: *watching curiously* Whirl_: *Whirl doesn't just shoot it, he unleashed the full force of his frustration at the lack of action on that rusty wall* Whirl_: *it's a vicious barrage of cannonfire* Drift: *BACKS UP MORE* Hoist: *and Hoist catches up just in time to screech to a stop* Ten: *doesnt move as wall bits go flying* Whirl_: I'm a master of infiltration, as you can see. Whirl_: *assuming that the door isn't prepared to handle all of his pent-up aggression and rage, Whirl will have made them an entrance* There we go! Drift: *scoots in front of Rodimus a bit. living shield.* Rodimus: *it just disgrates* Ten: *since he did not move he is now covered in the dust and rubble bits from the destruction* Rodimus: Well--- Tanks! Whirl_: Of course. *drops from the sky, shifting into root mode to land smoothly* We're going under? Rodimus: *pokes his helm in sneezes the rust from his vents* Rodimus: In we go--- I kinda know where we are going--- don't ask how it's a thing. Drift: *brushes what rust he can off his armor and follows Rodimus* Hoist: *shifts as well, gesturing for Ten to go on ahead; he'll bring up the rear* Rodimus: [They enter into a narrow hall that is very low light* Rodimus: Put your guns away there isnt anything down here. Ten: *not sure he wants to go in before hoist but does* Whirl_: Yeah, that Whirl_: 's what YOU say. Drift: *softly* This is gonna sound weird, but— Rodimus, I kinda feel like I know where we're going, too. A little bit. Like a compass. Rodimus: *looks to Drift and blinks* Whirl_: *nevertheless, aside from his chest-guns, Whirl doesn't pull out any other weaponry; he doesn't turn on a light, either* Drift: *utterly confused shrug* I mean, I feel like it's kinda... *points, then looks to Rodimus for confirmation* Rodimus: *wide smiles yes me too!* Hoist: *DOES activate a light, and regularly checks their rear* Drift: *excited smile right back* Really?! Hoist: *...the group's collective rear, he isn;'t checking out everyone's butts* Rodimus: Yeah--- anyone else feelign it? Ten: *has activated the light on the MARB, shakes his head at todimus's question* Hoist: Feeling what, sir? Rodimus: Its... like someone is calling your name but you cant hear it Hoist: *pauses, concentrating* ...No, can't say I do. Ten: *shakes head again* Drift: It feels like a light to me. A sunbeam I can feel shining on me. Whirl_: *Whirl pauses a moment, considering; he hasn't really analyzed any of his feelings coming to this place* Rodimus: Maybe you caught something from me. *nudges Drift* Whirl_: *he has a definite sense that they're going the right way, but that could be anything; he just shakes his head silently* Drift: I bet I did. My spark is in sync with yours. Rodimus: *shoves his hand in drift face* Shhh Whirl_: ((quick question--would anyone know about their being bonded?)) Whirl_: ((I was about to have whirl make a snarky comment but idk if he'd even know)) Drift: ((spark bonds aren't a thing, they just did weird spark things once)) Whirl_: ((ah, right)) Whirl_: *just makes exaggerated gagging noises instead* Can you spare us? Please? With the romantic crap? Whirl_: I mean we're down here with NOTHING to fight in some rusty hole in the ground. Things are bad enough. Rodimus: *darts down a hall and turns a corner into a huge open bissicia looking room it seems to be glowing on its own in a blue light* Drift: *laughs* Either that, or it's something I got in Vector Sig... ma... *oooh* Ten: *immediately uneasy by unknown lightsources* Drift: *it looks like Crystal City. ... immediately checks to make sure his optics are calibrated right* Whirl_: *peers suspiciously at it* Rodimus: Tis looks like the temple on Pratoriitous((I cant spell that place they crashed on) Hoist: *lowers his light and looks on in curiosity; he is not at all uneasy here* Rodimus: Crystal City looks like this too? =o makes sense. Drift: ((praeteritus)) Rodimus: ((want to delay the return until friday? or what your next open day? so we have time for a fight Drift: No, just the color. I, uh. Got blue optic filters put on in Crystal City. But nobody told me. Whirl_: ((i could make friday work probably, but after that I'm gonna be pretty busy)) Rodimus: ((friday then!!! Rodimus: ((they are going to get the matrix and get into a fight outside Ten: ((im prettty much available from fri-sun)) Rodimus: ((I want to not rush the matrix finding Rodimus: ((pref! Rodimus: ((fridayt then! Rodimus: ((go to speedy's thing guys Drift: ((So shall I post this as Part 1?)) Whirl_: ((AIGHT o7 )) Rodimus: ((for fuzzt timeline matrix is found fight happens they litterally throw it around and bond to rodimus where they wake metroplex and crystal city titains Rodimus: ((ok! Whirl_: ((gotcha))

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((Starting vaguely tomorrow-ish, the Functionist Universe event will be moving forward.))

((The Luna 2 plot is still ongoing, but we’ve decided to fuzzytime the rest of it so that other plots can progress without waiting for the Luna 2 folks to finish.))

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