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Apr 26 Blurr’s Horror Stream - V For Vendetta

Prowl didn’t like the movie very much. He thinks it would have been better off if the society was left with the corrupt government and V was shot at the start. Better corruption than anarchy.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. FakeProwl: *prowl is here early and WAITING on soundwave's couch* Neddles: *Soundwave -thought- he was going to be his usual early self, but apparently someone has beaten him to it. Intrigued and just a (really big) smidge delighted to see this, beelines for his seat.* Neddles: *A number of deployers come in after him, dancing to the music, and scatter.* Neddles: *...Soundwave might be a little suspicious about the song choice, though.* B l u r r: / dragging a cart in behind him on wheels. Grumbling and tugging it to his couch. / Neddles: *Time to assist! Frenzy darts over to the cart and gets pushing from the opposite end.* B l u r r: / flicks finials/ Hn..? Oh, hey. /slides the cart up, with help, to the side of the couch / Neddles: \\WHATCHA GOT THIS TIME?\\ B l u r r: Weapon systems. Neddles: \\FRAG YEAH! MY KINDA CART. WHAT FOR?\\ B l u r r: New upgrades. Possibly. Whirl: *trots in, pausing in the doorway with his head tilted quizzically* Neddles: \\WHIRL! WEAPONS!\\ Points at the cart. Neddles: \\WHATCHA UPGRADIN'? YOU GONNA DO IT HERE?\\ Whirl: That's an unusual pick for--what? *perks up immediately and finishes entering* B l u r r: I might not do it right here. It's a thought process. B l u r r: / lifts up a turret and looks it over. Hums / B l u r r: (( i almost wrote turtle. )) Whirl: You're tooling up, Teach? *draws up to the cart and looks between it and Blurr* Whirl: ((pdkfd__ Whirl: ((The Battle Turtle)) B l u r r: (( yes good )) B l u r r: Maybe... it's a thought process. Tarantulas: *Tarantulas is summoned by talk of weapons - zoop, down from the ceiling on a line, tiny spide on blurr's shoulder* B l u r r: / reaches a claw up to pat pat the spide / Whirl: *pauses, huffing, and zoops his helm up* ...Tarantulas? Whirl: *that big ole eye is thrust right up on the spide* Tarantulas: *is patted! will stare back at the eye* Yyyyes? Whirl: What the hell. I had no idea you got that SMALL. Tarantulas: I thought I - haven't I told you? Neddles: \\THE SPIDER? WHERE? I DON'T SEE HIM.\\ Neddles: *Frenzy hops about looking* B l u r r: / sets turret down and pulls up part of a missile launcher / Hnnh.... broken. /tosses it back inside / Neddles: Immediately redistracted. \\DON'T GOT REPAIR PARTS?\\ Whirl: If... you had I'd forgotten. Whirl: *shrugs; he doesn't seem alarmed to see Tarantulas. Mostly just surprised* Whirl: Teach! Don't--GIVE ME that. B l u r r: I do... but these aren't MY parts. Whirl: Here, set aside your broken weapons. I can work on them. B l u r r: No, it's mine. I stole it myself. /huff / Whirl: You got a table or something? B l u r r: / he's joking of course / FakeProwl: *oh, is tarantulas over there?* Tarantulas: *jumps off blurr, size up, transform, right in time for prowl to see! yiss* FakeProwl: *of course. of course he's with Blurr. Prowl is beginning to learn that in any given room Tarantulas immediately makes a beeline for the worst person there.* B l u r r: I don't have a table right here right now. B l u r r: / sets missile launcher aside for Whirl / FakeProwl: *Smokescreen. Blurr. Black Shadow. Next he's going to be having dinner parties with Tarn.* Whirl: Then I'll sit on the floor. Pass me 'em. Tarantulas: *worst, u mean the BEST* B l u r r: / excuse. He can be invited to our cannibal dinners / Neddles: *Soundwave nods to Tarantulas. And he'd hope there were no dinner parties with Tarn. He'd be in serious trouble then.* Whirl: *he Tarantulas: Make a pile of whatever none of you want, I'd be more than glad to snag some scraps ~ Whirl: 's gonna plop his *** right there on the ground with no dignity whatsoever, turning the missile launcher over and over*Is this from that universe we went to? Whirl: Where your main squeeze is from? B l u r r: I'm willing to share once I'm done seeing what I need. B l u r r: Main /what/ ? B l u r r: [[ lemme know when youre all ready ]] Neddles: \\SQUEEZE. YER HOT BOT.\\ B l u r r: Er... Neddles: ((ready whenever!)) B l u r r: / see, he has two now. Which one do u mean / Whirl: ((I am!)) Whirl: Roadbuster. Is this from his dimension? Neddles: *Well, if everyone else is going to be distracted, Soundwave's going to take advantage of that and get even more settled than he already was.* Tarantulas: *tara's face is a ??? but he knows he'll never keep up with blurr* B l u r r: Oh, yes. Tarantulas: *HUGE !!!!! FACE* B l u r r: / looks at Tarantulas. Do u wanna sit on the couch with? / Tarantulas: *good thing no one can see it* FakeProwl: ((ready!)) B l u r r: I'm thinking of possibly installing some weapons... well. /He/ was thinking it. Tarantulas: (( reddi whip FakeProwl: *he's gonna. quietly. hot spot his holomatter avatar through whirl* FakeProwl: *this time he remembers to ping a permission request. ... 2 seconds after he already did it.* Whirl: That's what I figured. Looked like it. *still turning it over and over--* HEY. FakeProwl: Sorry, sorry. Whirl: *swivels his helm and fixes him with a slit-eyed stare* Whirl: You forgot, didn't you. FakeProwl: ... I remembered after I did it. Whirl: Same diff. *waves a claw* It's fine. FakeProwl: This is an improvement. I'm improving. Tarantulas: *alright, probably best to just listen to blurr and hear what the roadbuster business is. but no way in heck is tarantulas getting anywhere near touching distance of a telepath rn* Whirl: *and back to the rocket launcher* I've got my cleaning kits on me, but I dunno if the tools in them will elp me with these. You got any for this kinda weaponry? Neddles: *Poor Tarantulas. Everywhere in this room is touching distance of this particular telepath.* B l u r r: Uh... /fishes around in the cart and holds up a kit / FakeProwl: *clearly tarantulas is avoiding him. why is tarantulas avoiding him. what did prowl do. or fail to do.* Neddles: *But he'll refrain.* B l u r r: / Blurr is not by soundwave! / B l u r r: / u can sit by this fool / Tarantulas: *he'll settle on the opposite side of prowl shhhh just have him as a buffer btwn* Neddles: *Well, if nobody else is taking the spot by Blurr, Frenzy will.* FakeProwl: *oh, is he coming over?* Whirl: Excellent! *takes it and sets it on the floor by him* And, I mean, forgetting isn't so bad; everyone does. B l u r r: / glances at Frenzy and smirks a bit / Neddles: \\GUNPOWDER PLOT. I'M ALREADY FOR THIS ONE.\\ Neddles: *But he's going to keep peeking at what Blurr's picking through.* B l u r r: Most of this weaponry is from their junk pile... B l u r r: But, he /insisted/ . Whirl: That's a damn fine gift, Teach. He's a keeper. B l u r r: ... Oh, stop. /mumbles/ Whirl: *he's being utterly sincere this time; not even teasing* B l u r r: / flustered. Twitching claws. / Whirl: *he DOES shoot a sly look to Blurr, but that's as far as he gets this time* Tarantulas: *sitting on floor near prowl now, yis, nodding to soundwave and nudging prowl hello* Neddles: [[He already dislikes the television figure.]] B l u r r: / pulls up another set of turrets / FakeProwl: ((in the first five minutes the VILLAIN of the movie is ranting about Muslims and immigrants and homosexuality. how did the alt-right fuckboys latch onto V as one of their icons lmao)) B l u r r: / twitches finials . Oooh knives / Whirl: *after staring at this thing for, like, ten minutes, Whirl finally sets it down, extrudes his fine manipulators, and begins to methodically disassemble the broken launcher* B l u r r: / his favorite / Whirl: ((IKR)) Neddles: *Rumble scootches forward. Another good fighter who's a good speaker, and therefore, probably a good writer?* B l u r r: [[ there's a guy in my class doing this monologue and im like lmao so many v sounds ]] FakeProwl: *prowl hates how he speaks* Neddles: *Soundwave tilts his helm to one side.* B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHA!! /wiggles claws / Neddles: [[...Well.]] FakeProwl: *trying to figure out who the bad guy is supposed to be* FakeProwl: *the dude in the mask: on the one hand, he saved the viewpoint character; on the other hand, he blew up a government building. and his speech is annoying.* FakeProwl: *thhhhinks he's on the government's side.* B l u r r: [ lemme know if / when it drops ]] Whirl: *glances up* You got another one of these? Same or similar model? Whirl: I can probably get one workign with the parts from two. B l u r r: Uh... Hn. /fishing through the cart. Holds one out / This is another part of one. Whirl: *plucks it up and sets it aside* Thanks. B l u r r: Mhm... Whirl: *and goes right back to the disassembly; he's dividing his attention between the launcher and the movie* B l u r r: / looking over a turret/ I wonder why he'd want me to even consider these. B l u r r: I absorb shots, I'm not the one shooting Whirl: Because turrets kick ***. Whirl: You should give it a shot. Shooting things is a laugh and a half, Teach. B l u r r: I'm not really a fan... FakeProwl: *yes. definitely against the man with the bombs.* B l u r r: / he's all for rooting for V / Whirl: nICE. Whirl: ((whop)) Neddles: [[Clever, clever.]] Whirl: Ha! Neddles: ((oh my god i just noticed i never changed my name back)) Whirl: ((OMG)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*coughs into appropriate name*)) FakeProwl: *he's just a Megatron with a fancy accent. A terrorist and a traitor who wants to destabilize the nation, and who will happily kill innocents and assassinate leaders to do it.* B l u r r: K-Kyehehehheh! B l u r r: Look at him! Such a skill with blades, it almost rivals mine. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Will reserve his judgment until he learns more about the society.* Whirl: *These guys remind Whirl of the Functionist, and he is not, regrettably, above killing innocent people in the face of revenge* FakeProwl: *and now he's killing cops.* Whirl: *or letting them get caught in the crossfire when it comes to taking out his enemies* Whirl: *and now he has a myriad of turret parts splayed out neatly in front of him; he gets to work on the second* FakeProwl: *leans on soundwave. quietly takes hand.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Forbidden works.]] Tarantulas: *wait, when did those parts get all over the floor and where did those deedly boppers come from* Tarantulas: *someone was hella distracted apparently* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave curls his fingers tight and leans in.* B l u r r: /vents and sets the turret aside / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He remembers hearing of so many confiscated pieces.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw makes an angry noise from somewhere above.* B l u r r: I would pay a lot of money for pieces of art, honestly. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\...YEAH? HOW MUCH?\\ B l u r r: Depends on the art. Whirl: *Whirl's already started methodically disassembling another, so if Taratulas cares to look, he'll see the whole process* Tarantulas: *he's definitely leaning over a bit to watch, yep* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave wonders if this human will be wearing his mask for the entire movie, and when he first started.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw floats down toward Blurr.* ItsyBitsySpyers: }}What kind?{{ B l u r r: / flicks finials and glances up / Hn? B l u r r: Well... hnh. I would like a statue of some sort. ItsyBitsySpyers: }}A personal representation?{{ B l u r r: No no... not of me. B l u r r: Of someone... else. ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Who might -that- be, if I may inquire?{{ B l u r r: [[ lmao me, tbh. ] B l u r r: [[ i feel like I tell people that all the time when they ask who i am ]] B l u r r: ... /mumbles/ Optimus Prime of Tyran? Whirl: *HE'S CLOSE ENOUGH TO HEAR THAT* ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Ah, a glorification piece.{{ Whirl: *pauses to glance up with another sly look* B l u r r: / he's adorable! Like a child, this murderer . / B l u r r: Yes, one of those /mumbling / ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Then I, Buzzsaw, offer my considerable artistic services.{{ B l u r r: Ah? Whirl: Can you make the statue animatronic? You know, able to, I don't know... lift its foot? Stomp? RedWhiteScreamer: *Sneering at everyone and everything before taking a seat* B l u r r: .. Stop. RedWhiteScreamer: (Hi :) ) B l u r r: [ hey! ] ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Can I - newspark's play!{{ Whirl: (( o7 )) RedWhiteScreamer: (Got the Matrix on TV also. lol Multi tasking like a pro) B l u r r: I don't want it to step on me. Whirl: *snickers, but does stop, and returns to his work disassembling the turret* This one looks salvageable, Teach. B l u r r: Ah? RedWhiteScreamer: Hm, Blurr could use a mask like that... Whirl: Yep. Give me another... fifteen? Twenty minutes? B l u r r: You could use a knife in the face. FakeProwl: *he talks like a Decepticon* ItsyBitsySpyers: }}If you are truly interested, send me the details and your offer. I will consider it.{{ B l u r r: ... /nods helm/ I'd be glad to. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Floats up to his usual space and resumes watching the movie.* Whirl: How would he show off his teeth if he got a mask like that? RedWhiteScreamer: I'd say so could you, but you've already got several loged in there. B l u r r: Those are my teeth, you twit. RedWhiteScreamer: Teeth, knife, aft, all looks the same on you B l u r r: Oh for pit sake. Whirl: He's got great teeth. RedWhiteScreamer: (much love for these two) B l u r r: Thank you, Whirl. Whirl: *nods; he meant it* RedWhiteScreamer: Coming from a faceless wonder, it's not saying much. B l u r r: / snarls and throws a piece of metal at Starscream / Whirl: Pfft--*glances up from his position on the floo r and swivels his helm over* And somehow, even without a face, I'm not as butt-ugly as you. Whirl: And I'm DESIGNER UGLY. Whirl: I'm SCIENTIFICALLY-ENGINEERED ufly. Whirl: ...*ugly RedWhiteScreamer: *Snorts* Sure thing, whirlybird. Whirl: It's Whirl. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slowly seeing more reasons why the masked human might choose to do what he is doing.* B l u r r: / pulls up a set of long rifles, but they're broken/ Hnh... Whirl: People can only call me "whirlybird" when I'm the literal bird. ...again. FakeProwl: *still doesn't sympathize.* FakeProwl: *a decepticon fighting a mediocre government and a decepticon fighting a bad government are both decepticons and both worse than whatever the government is up to* RedWhiteScreamer: *Boredly watches the weird humans and their cultures* What a garrish human cloaking. B l u r r: Honestly, I don't know how any of these will fit on my frame. B l u r r: / grumbling and fishing in the cart / RedWhiteScreamer: The pink frilly waist tarp? B l u r r: No, that's something YOU would wear. Whirl: THIS one, I wouldn't recommend. It needs an ammunitin feed and a power supply, and you need all the power you can get. Whirl: Besides, you're built for speed, so bulking you up wouldn't be the BEST idea. RedWhiteScreamer: Hm, no the pink would clash with my red paintwork. B l u r r: pink is a variation of red. Whirl: If you've got anything in there that's light and uses energy-based ammunition, throw it my way. Might work better. RedWhiteScreamer: I wouldn't expect YOU to understand colors. Whirl: And, we both know I'D look the best in that frilly getup. *waves a claw* B l u r r: / vents and looks at whirl / I don't know. I also don't know what exactly he wants to install. Whirl: *he's joking, of course* B l u r r: Why wouldn't I understand colors? I match perfectly. RedWhiteScreamer: *Turns a shade a green imagening Whirl in a frilly pink dress* Whirl: *shrugs; I don't know either. I'll look through your stuff, though, when I'm done here. RedWhiteScreamer: Aw, Blurr, no one has told you? RedWhiteScreamer: Each part of you is just a liiitle off shade. B l u r r: K-Kyehheheh. That's okay. B l u r r: It means that my purple just looks better with another purple. B l u r r: When you mix shades, it makes quite the melody. RedWhiteScreamer: Tch, can't take an insult can you? B l u r r: Oh, I can take them. When they're done the right way. RedWhiteScreamer: (Misterrr Anderson) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Is damned curious about what all this 'what you did' was.* B l u r r: / flickers optic. Aw... she sounded like she meant it, too / FakeProwl: *... her death was an oddly tender scene* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He hopes we will see what is in that journal.]] FakeProwl: I think we are now. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Good. Good.]] Whirl: *eyes the screen warily for a few moments; this could get uncomfortable. Well, he has weapons to distract him* RedWhiteScreamer: *Wings twitch* RedWhiteScreamer: Hm, I thought Earthlings weren't fire proof B l u r r: / pulls up a bundle of wires/ Well, this is pointless. /tosses it back in / Whirl: *and, done with the turret* Okay. Like I said, this won't work without a power supply, or ammunition feed. Mechanically, it's sound, but there's some parts of it that could do with replacing. Whirl: But, it works. *sets the repaired turret aside and starts to gather up all the leftover pieces* What else you got? B l u r r: A few guns. /pulls them out and vents/ B l u r r: What am I supposed to do with all of this? /vents again/ I don't understand why he wants me to look em oer B l u r r: *over Whirl: Because he's a WRECKER, and giving people guns is ROMANTIC. B l u r r: /rolls optic/ It's not my approache. Whirl: Even if YOU don't use them, they'll be valuable to your crew, after all. B l u r r: *approach FakeProwl: *so he survived a disease and he was brought in to help come up with a cure for it, and he blew up the facility? Because he was being experimented on—to SAVE THE POPULATION?* Whirl: Take it from someone who knows. This--*gestures to the cart* Is enough to make any self-respecting person who knows PROPER romance swoon. B l u r r: He didn't GIVE me these, I just salvaged them. B l u r r: He wants to install them on me, I think. Whirl: Oh, well, I thought you said he gave them to you. B l u r r: I mean, he and Topspin have them all over the place. Whirl: Anyway... if there's anything in there you think might be useful to YOU, lemme at it. I could use an actual challenge. *he wriggles all of his horrid deedly-boppers at once. It's a dreadful spectacle* B l u r r: / smirks a little and holds out an RPG looking weapon/ I could install this on my back. Or split it into two and slip them on my waist. B l u r r: The problem is my processor... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave's quite sure they were designing something. They talked about nuclear power - often part of modern human weaponry - and viruses 'leaving wealth intact'.* RedWhiteScreamer: *Watches the pile of scrap metal sitting beside the pile of broken guns.* Dressing up for a date,? B l u r r: No. I just got back from one. Whirl: OH? B l u r r: Er... Whirl: *SUDDENLY MORE INTERESTED IN BLURR THAN THE GUNS* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The human female must leave there. Now.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HOLD UP. YOU WAS ON A DATE?\\ Whirl: You went on a DATE? How was it? Where did you go? Did you blow anything up? FakeProwl: Indeed. B l u r r: / flicks finials./ Er, well... no. I mean, we went out on the town in disguise. Whirl: As vehicles? FakeProwl: He's in trouble. B l u r r: ... Ah. Well, sort of. B l u r r: We had to use holoforms for a moment... RedWhiteScreamer: *Watches Blurr now instead* Whirl: Ohh. Whirl: Hey, whatever floats your boat. B l u r r: It was... all right. Whirl: *sly look* Did you have a good time? How romantic is he? Dish, Teach! RedWhiteScreamer: Wait, I haven't heard much from- B l u r r: W-what? FakeProwl: He's going to die for this stunt. Whirl: How did it GO? Whirl: And--yep. Probably. This is why you don't get far unless you start blowing up buildings. Whirl: And tearing apart the oppressive government with your own claws. B l u r r: It went... smoothly. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[This is her second time seeing that.]] B l u r r: well. I mean... /shifts and looks at Whirl and Frenzy/ These humans tried to rob us. Whirl: Did you rough em up? RedWhiteScreamer: *Glances at the screen* Hm, guess we weren't theonly ones with a Senate. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHAT WAS THEY STEALIN'?\\ B l u r r: Oh, we did. K-Kyeheheheh. We worked pretty well as a team. Tarantulas: (( ooc i gotta run - assume tara left for an experiment, sry :c B l u r r: / twitches claws/ Whirl: ((seeya! Whirl: Nice. RedWhiteScreamer: (( Just imagined Taran succenly skittering on the clieling)) Whirl: That sounds like a damn good date, Teach. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What is the purpose of removing the fur?]] Whirl: *gonna rifle around on the cart. He'd rather not watch this closely* FakeProwl: ... Maybe it's a hygiene thing? FakeProwl: They need special soap to wash their fur, and things get tangled in it. RedWhiteScreamer: And Prime wanted to save these things? Whirl: Anything in here energy-based, Teach? FakeProwl: If they cut off all the fur, that's less time and effort they have to spend showering her. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods. He sees.* B l u r r: I don't know... one of the guns might be. B l u r r: They weren't stealing anything- I guess they wanted money, I don't know Whirl: ((may I assume whirl finds one?)) B l u r r: But, we wiped them out. Er, well, he didn't let me kill them B l u r r: [[ yeh ]] Whirl: *nods* Sounds like he was being a good Autobot. RedWhiteScreamer: Egh, this is boring. *Stands and dusts himself off* See you never, BLurry. RedWhiteScreamer: ((ttyl bbs!)) B l u r r: [[ byyeee ]] Whirl: ((seeya!)) B l u r r: He was... he always is. Whirl: *at last he pulls out a promising-looking pistol* B l u r r: hmm? ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Ah.* Whirl: *he's turned the pitsol over again and again, and now he starts to disassemble it* B l u r r: Look useful? Whirl: Interesting story. Reminds me a little bit of the way things were. FakeProwl: *is trying to figure out why the Valerie human was taken away* Whirl: God, there's nothing I hate more than Functionists. Mm? *looks up* Dunno yet. Whirl: Still taking it apart. B l u r r: Pit, they remind me of the Decepticons. I mean, more or less. Our Decepticons are a pain. Really focused on keeping things the way they are. Whirl: Waot--so-- Whirl: *wait Whirl: HE did it? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Of course.]] Whirl: ...I'd kill him. FakeProwl: ... HE'S been keeping her locked up?! And—and torturing her, and—?! B l u r r: So she wouldn't be afraid anymore. Whirl: I'm all for tearing down the government, but I'd still kill him. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Where did you think the letter came from? She mentioned the same plants he leaves.]] FakeProwl: *darkest scowl* Whirl: Pfft, now he's trying to make HER feel guilty. B l u r r: Oh come on, human. Whirl: She's just traded one leash for another. Whirl: Grab one of his swords and kill him! B l u r r: /flicks claws / B l u r r: He makes sense to me. Whirl: Yeah, well, I dunno how many years YOU'VE spent in prison, Teach--*removes a piece a bit more violently than is perhaps necessary* Whirl: --but if I ahd the chance to get revenge for everything that was done to ME, I would. B l u r r: / shrugs / Whirl: And I wouldn't waste my sympathy on the fraggers that PUT me there, either. FakeProwl: Oh, come off it you self-absorbed scrap. You spent who-knows-how-long torturing her, you don't get to act like you did her a favor. B l u r r: Depends on what kind of prison you're expecting me to answer about. FakeProwl: He didn't liberate her, he indoctrinated her into a cult. Whirl: *shakes his head curtly* Forget I mentioned it. I don't wanna talk about it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Absolutely not a fan of that method, but is interested in what will happen now.* Whirl: *snorts; she's not wrong* FakeProwl: *at least she can still recognize that he's a monster* B l u r r: / hahaaaaaaa. Flicks finials. Mumbling to each side / Whirl: Anyway. Unless you've got duplicate parts for this one, I don't think I can salvage this one. B l u r r: I can find some. B l u r r: I have to go back to see him soon anyway. Whirl: Got a datapad? Whirl: I can make a list. B l u r r: Mm... /shifts and holds out one / B l u r r: I'm not sure that he wants these weapons on me anytime soon. B l u r r: I just figured I should match. Whirl: *plucks it up and sets it aside; he gets back to work, tapping out occasional notes as he does* B l u r r: Or maybe he figured- I don't know. They seem uniform in nature. Whirl: Well, even so, might as well do something useful while I'm here. B l u r r: Mm.. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He thought so.* Whirl: *watching the screen raptly again; the deedlies are momentarily still* Whirl: *back to the gun* FakeProwl: *well, the government is probably bad—depending on how much V was lying—but still against V. has seen first hand what people like him lead to.* FakeProwl: *annnd here's the start of it* ItsyBitsySpyers: *So very familiar.* FakeProwl: *scowl darkens* Whirl: That was a well-done scene. Whirl: Good storytelling. FakeProwl: *squeezes Soundwave's hand* B l u r r: Mmhm. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks over, curious.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Bothered? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Too familiar.» ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Not gonna lie, I was sorta expectin' a theme park to blow up or somethin'.// Whirl: Pfft. Did that happen in your dimension? *glances over* B l u r r: / snort / B l u r r: Oh for pit sake, this human is annoying. Kill it. B l u r r: He reminds me of the Quintessons, except angrier. Whirl: Oh, I'd love to see him dead. ItsyBitsySpyers: //One of the first things, yeah. Supposed to be a 'frag you' sign.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave squeezes back, then, and nods.* Whirl: Pfft. Whirl: I dunno if they blew up any theme parks in our dimension... *glances back* Prowl? Anyone blow up a theme park in your timeline? FakeProwl: Everything blew up eventually. Whirl: So I gather. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt) Soundwave wonders: This, only way similar problems ended? Whirl: *looks to Rumble* I didn't see any of it firsthand, of course. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «What? In riots and anarchy?» ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Affirmative. If other viable solution ever found. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble's about to open his mouth and ask if Whirl was still in prison. Decides he probably shouldn't.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Course.// Whirl: *he's 100% right, though* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I don't call this a "viable solution."» Whirl: *returns to the gun* B l u r r: I remember when the Decepticons started blowing up buildings. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...What thought better? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «A bad government.» Whirl: Very satisfying. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH? WHAT HAPPENED FOR YOU GUYS?\\ Whirl: Now, kill the rest of them. B l u r r: Yes good! Slaughter them all! B l u r r: / looks at Frenzy/ who, me? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH, YOU.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Cannot agree. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I don't expect you to.» B l u r r: Yes-!! Whirl: Nice. B l u r r: Look how well knives work. B l u r r: My favorite. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod. For that much, at least, he is grateful.* B l u r r: / brilliant! / B l u r r: / looks back at Frenzy/ what, you mean during our war? It was a typical outbreak. I didn't join up until things were mostly established, though. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HOW COME?\\ B l u r r: I was still lecturing in Polyhex when the sparks of war started. B l u r r: Optronix left and returned, renaming himself Optimus Prime. After that, war was inevitable. B l u r r: Megatron wouldn't give iup. B l u r r: *up FakeProwl: *... they didn't start shooting the civilians* Whirl: All right, this one's done. I've put it back together the best I can, and here's what you'll need to fix it. *sets the gun back on the cart and passes the datapad to Blurr* FakeProwl: *sags in relief* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rubs thumb against back of hand.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OPTRONIX? WEIRD NAME.\\ B l u r r: / grabs the datapad/ Thanks. B l u r r: / vents/ He had an odd name before, but it became better. Whirl: *winces* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He does have to admit that was the most exciting rendition of that piece he's ever heard.]] Whirl: Interesting movie. B l u r r: More or less. Whirl: Heh. Whirl: Nice wallpaper. B l u r r: / rolls optic / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy wolf whistles.* Whirl: ((brb)) B l u r r: [[ mk ]] B l u r r: / huffs at Frenzy/ What. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy snickers and nudges Blurr.* B l u r r: / rolls optic/ What? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YA ALWAYS USE YOUR SWEETSPARKS FOR SCREEN SAVIN'?\\ B l u r r: ... No. B l u r r: / sometimes / ItsyBitsySpyers: \\UH-HUH.\\ He just laughs some more and crosses his legs to get comfortable.* B l u r r: It's not ALWAYS someone important. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Dissatisfying ending. Outcome wanted. Whirl: Not a bad shot of him. B l u r r: No, I suppose it's not... Whirl: *also obviously delighting in teasing Blurr* Did he send you this snapshot himself? B l u r r: No... Whirl: A little something to keep you warm on those long, cold, interstellar nights, eh? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «They ended it at the correct point. If it went any farther, it would have to show the riots, the mass murders, the battles, the famine, and the dead in the streets.» FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Instead it ended with soldiers deciding not to shoot civilians. That's the only happy ending it could have had.» B l u r r: It's just something I have. Whirl: *snickers, ferrying the last of the loose parts onto the cart* Anyway. You should let me work on the rest of this stuff. *leans back and slowly extends his legs, one by one, stretching* I know guns. B l u r r: It's not so much the guns that are worrisome, it's the way they will install into my frame. B l u r r: I won't be able to fold them into my armor. Whirl: Then, why get them installed at all? B l u r r: I think he wants me to. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl certain? Present humans not united? B l u r r: Now, I don't usually do what other people tell me, but they're a bigger crowd to work with. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's not being contrary. This is a topic of some seriousness to him.* B l u r r: Those Tyran mechs are bigger than I am. Whirl: You gonna add them to your crew, or something? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SO DON'T FOLD 'EM IN. HIS DEADLINESS HAD A BIG OL' CANNON RIGHT ON HIS FRAGGIN' ARM.\\ FakeProwl: @Soundwave «That's how revolutions end. There are still people in power. Those people won't decide to give up power just because two of them died.» FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Even if the former government has completely fallen—the fact that those "united" people agreed that the last government was bad doesn't mean they agree on what a good one looks like.» FakeProwl: @Soundwave «All we know for certain that they agree on is that violence is how to deal with the people who want to establish a government they don't want.» B l u r r: / snort at frenzy/ B l u r r: more like... the other way around ItsyBitsySpyers: *Mildly frustrated air puff.* Whirl: *tilts his head. Give him a second* Whirl: *hops up* You're gona roll with them for a while? FakeProwl: *concerned sideways glance. too far? should prowl shut up?* Whirl: Teach, may I make a music request, while I'm hangin out? B l u r r: ... Pardon? B l u r r: Roll with- wait, what? Whirl: A song. B l u r r: What for? Whirl: And I promise, this isn't me poking fun at you. It's just a song I like. B l u r r: It depends...? Whirl: *pings it* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt) Cannot trust, accept failed government. Violent revolution end... yours, own Cybertron situation. Sincere desire: joint work effort succeeds, functional society produced.-- ItsyBitsySpyers: Other action option not known if failed. Whirl: No big deal if you can't. Anyway... what were we talking about. Oh, yeah--'Buster taking you on? Wrecker consultant or something? B l u r r: Uhm... /fiddling with claws / B l u r r: [[ lmao i totally forgot I like. OWN that song. ]] Whirl: *perks up* Thanks, Teach. B l u r r: Mm. Whirl: ((A GOOD SONG)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Population, society salvage: important. Also tiring. Age beyond age felt. B l u r r: [[ YES INDEEDY ]] B l u r r: / twisting claws together and cracking the joints/ Not exactly a consultant... Whirl: *tilts his head again; he's tapping his foot to the song* Whirl: *lightbulb, AT LONG LAST* Wait--d'you mean--did he pop the question? THE question? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Mm. Yes. It is important. But if things go wrong again—another revolution and another war aren't the way to salvage them. They're the way to end them.» Whirl: *ZOOP* Did he--did Roadbuster ask you to JOIN? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HOLD UP. CAN HE DO THAT?\\ Whirl: If he's the leader, he can. B l u r r: / slight noise / Whirl: Well--that's the way it worked here, anyway. Whirl: *if Blurr doesn't dodge it he's gonna get whapped on the shoulder with a claw* Quit being coy, you walking skidplate! Spit it out! B l u r r: / flicks finials/ Ah... Whirl: *snorts and shoots a deadpan glance to Frenzy* One thing;s for sure, if he DID, he didn't recruit Blurr for his oratory skills. B l u r r: Oh, shut up! ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl:(txt): Affirmative. New war unwanted. Revolution thoughts - other planets, timelines. Not own, Prowl's. Already done. Rebuilding needed. Desired better pre-war solution recipient: others. B l u r r: / vents and faceplate is heated / B l u r r: He might have, in a round about way, asked me. Whirl: *WHAPS again* Lord, was that so hard? If you can't even SAY it, you wimp--! B l u r r: / scowls/ Whirl: *whaps YET AGAIN, HARDER, but this time there's enthusiasm behind it, and his optic curves into a gleeful curve* Congrats! Whirl: I mean, you'd BETTER accept. Being asked to join the Wreckers is--it's the best, mech. Whirl: You won't regret it. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «We should be looking for a best-case-scenario Cybertron, I suppose.» B l u r r: / grumbles/ B l u r r: It's a lot more than that. Whirl: How so? B l u r r: They defend the humans. Whirl: And...? B l u r r: I would rather kill them. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Hm. A year ago, Pipes told me he was looking for a universe that was better off than ours.» Whirl: I'm assuming they're not going to defend the specific humans that attacked Autobots on the planet. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Assurance: Soundwave looking all years since defection. None seen. Until located, post-war salvage best attempt. B l u r r: No, but I dislike humans all the same. Whirl: And please, you're gonna let a little hang-up like that stop you? Pathetic. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I thought it was a... silly, utopian notion—a universe where Cybertron is unambiguously better off, not just subjectively. But it's a year later and I still keep thinking about it.» Whirl: I'm telling you, you join the Wreckers, they're gonna be the best damn years of your life. Take it from someone who knows. B l u r r: / scowls at Whirl / B l u r r: It isn’t a little “hang-up” Whirl: Yes, it is. ItsyBitsySpyers: *…That’s unexpected. He rearranges himself to get a better look and nod. Go on; he’s listening.* B l u r r: No, it isn’t. Whirl: Then lay it out for me. FakeProwl: *no, that’s it. his point’s finished.* B l u r r: I don’t like humans for a REASON. B l u r r: You KNOW the reason. Whirl: Because it seems like a stupid thing to get caught up on, if you’re just feeling pis sy because the humans you’re protecting are the same species as the ones who screwed you over. ItsyBitsySpyers: \AW, C'MON. YA GOTTA SAVE LIKE. A COUPLE FLESHIES. THEY MAKE GREAT HORROR FILMS.\ B l u r r: / crosses arms and just vents / B l u r r: Forget it. Whirl: *snorts, but, shockingly, does back off on the humans thing* Whirl: Regardless… *raises his claw, as if to whap, but instead nudges* It’s good. Whirl: I think that’s it. B l u r r: / rolls optic / Whirl: How do you even–what is it that people say at times like this? “I’m happy for you?” B l u r r: Their family… they’re not gonna like me. B l u r r: / mumbles and rubs his abused shoulder / B l u r r: It doesn’t matter anyway. I already told him my answer. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl might think his point’s finished, but he’s sparked a bit of curiosity.* @Prowl: (txt): Memory revisitation reason? ItsyBitsySpyers: \WHADJA SAY?\ Whirl: That’s how it works. Whirl: Not at first, probably, but knock em around a bit, get into a few life-or-death scrapes, and pry enough bullets out of each other, and you’ll warm up to one another. Whirl: *ZOOP* And? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «… I don’t know.» B l u r r: and what? Whirl: *whaps* You KNOW what, knucklehead. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I mean—I know right now. Right now, it’s because we’re talking about finding a Cybertron that went better than ours. But in general, I don’t know.» B l u r r: / scowls and swats back at him jokingly/ I told him yes! Forpit sake… knock it off. Whirl: *sways dramatically under the hit and snickers* THOUGHT so. Whirl: But trust me–you won’t regret it. Whirl: Look, I get it–you’re feeling conflicted. A lot of mecha do, I mean, not just for the reasons you do. Whirl: ((…swap those two)) B l u r r: It’s different with me for many reasons… FakeProwl: ((did it just refresh for anyone else?)) Whirl: It’s different for everyone. Whirl: ((not me :|a)) FakeProwl: ((CAN SOMEBODY SEND ME THE LOG THEN PLEASE)) Whirl: But like I said--best years of your life. Nothing else comes close. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((can do)) FakeProwl: ((my record goes up to "B l u r r: / scowls at Whirl /")) B l u r r: I'm not moving in with him... FakeProwl: ((thank)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...In utopia, Prowl rests. Whirl: Well, obviously, you've got to stay with your crew. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): This - current plan, old plan, all - not needed. Weight gone. Whirl: But it's--you know. It's a thing. *you were handed a place to belong ona silver platter, Blurr; it doesn't get better than that* B l u r r: Aside from that, there's new alliances. B l u r r: A new map. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I HEARD NEW MAP.\\ Whirl: Yep... *simulates a loud sniff and mimes wiping a single tear from his optic* I can't believe it. Teach, growin' up. Whirl: And joining the Wreckers. B l u r r: ... oh stop. /fiddling with claws / B l u r r: There's just one... tiny problem. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... There are a lot of scenarios where I rest. Starscream dying. Somebody writing a highly sympathetic tell-all book about my life that makes me out to be a hero. Cybertron exploding.» Whirl: I'm never going to stop, and you're going to have to learn to accept it. Whirl: Damn, Blurr. You really got it all going for you, don't you? A damn sight better than you used to. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I don't linger on THOSE phantasms.» Whirl: *nudges, and there is even a hint of sincerity in his voice* Good goin'. B l u r r: ... What do you mean? B l u r r: / looks confused / B l u r r: / but smirks just a bit / B l u r r: Maybe you guys can come over sometime. It's not my place to invite mechs over, but... you know. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt) This, -perfect- rest. That, utopia basis. Constructicons gone. Enemies gone. Personal struggles eased. Freedom owned. Whirl: If you ever need a chopper to help you blow stuff up again, feel free to call me in. I'm an expert. I can be your ***-kicking consultant. B l u r r: K-Kyeheheeh. Yeah, I suppose. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Finding a universe where everything had gone right wouldn't neutralize my enemies or pull the Constructicons out of my mind.» B l u r r: We'll have to see what storm the planet brings us Whirl: *salutes* Keep me updated. And let me know when you need more stuff don with these--*gestures to the gun cart* Whirl: Gives me something to do. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Negative. However, imagining self there since beginning: appealing. That, personal theory. Perhaps Soundwave: wrong. Possible. Idea only. B l u r r: … I haven’t told him about the weaponry and my processor. B l u r r: I don’t know if it’s going to last, but I can try. Little by little. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I haven’t been imagining myself there since the beginning.» Whirl: …@Blurr: it might not. Good things rarely do. ItsyBitsySpyers: \UH. YEAH, MAYBE I'MMA RAINCHECK YA ON THE VISIT A WHILE. EX-CON. Y'KNOW.\ Whirl: @Blurr: So enjoy it while you can. B l u r r: So what, Frenzy? They don’t care. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I’ve just been thinking about Pipes’s search for a universe like that.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Really? Surprising. He nods and accepts his correction.* B l u r r: @Whirl: Don’t know how well that’ll go. Whirl: *shrugs in response* ANYWAY… I’m going to go on. B l u r r: Yet, I admit… /presses claws on his scarred jaw/ He has this way with violence that tears limbs from sockets and it’s absolutely perfect. Whirl: Seriously, Teach. *pauses. And then suddenly LASHES OUT IN ANOTHER PLAYFUL WAP* Good going. B l u r r: / makes a noise and swats back at / Whirl: *snickers* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «… I don’t understand how people can do that—fantasize about history having gone differently.» FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I’d think that the more mentally elaborate the alternate history becomes, the more bitter and disappointing reality becomes.» Whirl: Later, losers. *waves to Blurr and the gathered mecha* If you wanna take advantage of bing tangible, Prowl, better do it now. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy waves* FakeProwl: … Hm. B l u r r: / waves claw/ FakeProwl: *leans head over for crest tap?* B l u r r: / fiddling with claws. Looks at Frenzy/ Anyway… B l u r r: You should come over again. I found a new map. ItsyBitsySpyers: *More than willing to indulge that. Might ping Whirl a thank-you.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \WHERE’S IT GO?\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \AIN’T ANOTHER THUNDERTRON, IS IT? I WAS PICKIN’ PIECES OUTTA MY SPINES FOR DAYS.\ Whirl: *he’ll pause in the doorway long enough for it to happen, throw one last salute, and trot off* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): In cell, living death, reality already bitter, disappointing. History divergence scenarios: appealing. *A pause.* Prowl not all wrong. Later, escape, vengeance scenarios preferred. B l u r r: No no… Thundertron is good and dead. B l u r r: I don’t know where it goes. That’s the fun. ItsyBitsySpyers: \HOW DO YA KNOW IT AIN’T GONNA BLACK HOLE YA?\ B l u r r: What’s the fun in knowin? The fun of piracy is never knowing where you’re going, just knowing what you’re chasing B l u r r: Besides… I’m confident that there is no black hole. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «… I’ve never been able to find solace in fantasies. Any solace in any context. Past divergences, future hypotheticals—even at my lowest moments.» FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I think I’m not wired for it.» ItsyBitsySpyers: \YEAH? THEN WHATCHA PLANNIN’ TO DO?\ ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Different. Interesting. What done, in lowest moment? Where found, solace? B l u r r: Just see what’s on the other side… to find the treasure. B l u r r: Maybe fight. K-Kyeheheheh. FakeProwl: *a long, long silence* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy “whispers”.* \CAN I COME?\ FakeProwl: *the silence is still going* B l u r r: / smirks and leans over. Whisper / Yes, of course. Actually, I have a question for you. ItsyBitsySpyers: *…Uncertain shift. Should he not have asked that? He doesn’t know what’s wrong with the questions, but…* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «………………………. Magnets help.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy scoots in and wiggles in excitement.* B l u r r: How would you /motions to Frenzy/ Like to be a member of the crew ? Officially? You don’t have to travel with us, but you’ll be considered an alliance. You’ll be someone who will be invited on- B l u r r: every hunt. And allowed on the ship whenever you like. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave is suddenly 300x more glad he thought to have Tarantulas smuggle some to Prowl during the prison stay.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \…NO KIDDIN’?\ B l u r r: No kidding. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A loud, loud whoop. That’s a yes.* FakeProwl: *winces* B l u r r: K-KYeheheheh. / reaches into subspace and motions for Frenzy to come over / ItsyBitsySpyers: *If he scoots much closer he’ll stab Blurr with all his pointy bits. But he’ll scoot a little more.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl (txt): Noted. Much explained. … Personal collection, Soundwave’s. B l u r r: / go ahead. Pain is invited./ Here. /holds out a metal symbol. It is their pirate symbol. / B l u r r: For you to carry so my crew knows you. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy glances around, snatches the symbol, and stuffs it right into his subspace with a grin.* B l u r r: / smirks/ B l u r r: Welcome to the Skeleton Crew’s alliance. B l u r r: They like you, you know. The crew. ItsyBitsySpyers: \THAT IS THE COOLEST FRAGGIN’ NAME.\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \YEAH?\ B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. You like that? B l u r r: / nod nod / Yes. Dart especially liked you and your abilities. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Proud puff up* B l u r r: / smirks/ And I like you. I think you’re all interesting. B l u r r: But you. You helped find Thundertron. It’s only right you get to be part of the crew. ItsyBitsySpyers: \…I DON’T GOTTA BE PART OF THE SHIP THOUGH, RIGHT? LIKE THEM MOVIES WITH THE FEELER-FACE FLESHIE.\ B l u r r: No no… that’s for the mechs we kil. B l u r r: *kill ItsyBitsySpyers: \GROSS.\ He snickers though. \KAY. I’M HONORED TO BE ACCEPTIN’, SIR.\ B l u r r: …/smirks / Captain. ItsyBitsySpyers: \UH, RIGHT. CAP'N.\ B l u r r: / nod nod/ So, you’re always invited. B l u r r: Of course, if Soundwave lets you. ItsyBitsySpyers: \COURSE. BOSS FIRST, ‘N ALL THAT. CAN’T BE NO OTHER WAY.\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \I GOTTA HURRY UP 'N GET BACK THOUGH.\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Darts back over to Soundwave. The others follow shortly after.* FakeProwl: *Soundwave's about to leave? a farewell ping* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He starts to give another crest bump, realizes he can't, realizes he CAN but probably shouldn't do that here for something so small, and gives one as best he can to a non-solid hologram anyway.* FakeProwl: *fuzzy non-bump* ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Must continue apartment upgrade, check Ravage Metroplex progress. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Will see next opportunity. *Rises.* FakeProwl: *nods* See you next time. FakeProwl: *disappears*

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Mar 1 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Kubo and the Two Strings

Prowl said very little because mun was watching the movie.

After the movie, though, he was incredibly fluffy with Soundwave. It was amazing. My heart grew two sizes that day.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. B l u r r: /He is arrive. And immediately sinking down into the couch / Shockbox: /The Boy is back in town. Shockbox: /He carefully picks a seat which has an easy view of Soundwave's usual seat without compromising screen visibility. Soundwave: *Soundwave shoos almost all the minis before him. Ravage prompty runs to Blurr, grunt-huffs at him, and then (heavily) jumps onto Blurr's lap.* Soundwave: *Maybe makes a nuisance of himself trying to get settled for a second.* Whirl: *stalks in, obnoxious blue bird that he is, and immediately looms over the pack of Blurr's couch, staring down at him* B l u r r: / makes a slight noise. Surprised a little. He wasn't paying attention to Ravage / B l u r r: / Now there is a Ravage / B l u r r: / vents and glances up / Hnh? Hi, Whirl. Whirl: Yo, Teach. How're you feelin? Did you get my message last week? *prods him with a huge claw* B l u r r: Mmhm... Dart gave it to me. Shockbox: *Observes Soundwave's settling ritual.* B l u r r: / is being prodded. Wiggles claws at the prodding / Soundwave: *Soundwave nods to Shockwave and Blurr both and settles on his couch with Rumble parked on the top of his backpack and sort of draping over his helm.* Whirl: Good. Guess he's not COMPLETELY useless, then. But, yeah, how're you holdin up? Soundwave: *The others scatter.* Shockbox: *When nodded to, he nods back.* B l u r r: ...He's not useless. /tilts helm. Has to think about the answer./ ... I'm fine. B l u r r: / not the right answer but shRUGS / Soundwave: *Ravage eyes Whirl a moment before deciding to allow this looming without popping him in the helm.* Whirl: *you can pop him but expect to get popped back, kitty cat* Yeah? Did they take that thing out of you? The speed thing? B l u r r: ...No. That's installed into me. Whirl: I think they need to UNinstall it. Soundwave: \\HEY! WE FOUGHT FOR THAT THING.\\ B l u r r: / shakes helm/ No no, it's fine. B l u r r: My processor is working fine with it. Whirl: Yeah, and that THING is almost certainly what put Teach into a coma. Whirl: Or, something like. *waves a claw* B l u r r: /makes a face/ It wasn't a coma... per say. Whirl: Obviously, it's not working fine with it, but have it your way, mech. *shakes his head* Whirl: Either way, glad you're in the land of the living. Sorry I missed the great resurrection, pfft. B l u r r: / shifts a little/ They put a cap on the speed ring. For now. B l u r r: / twitches finials. He still looks tired but hey. It's a slow recovery. He hates it/ ... It wasn't so eventful. B l u r r: I did punch NOS first thing. Whirl: Haha! GOOD. I approve. Whirl: *he's gonna trot away from the couch and clamber into the Whitl Hammock* B l u r r: But, uhm... /clicks claws together./ Ah. Thanks... by the way. Whirl: Hm? *zoops his head out over the hammock* Oh. Well. You're welcome, of course. Whirl: ((WHITL HAMMOCK)) B l u r r: /Dims optic / Mm. I mean it... Whirl: Well. So do I. *he doesn't seem awkward, just taken aback* Whirl: And I would've been here last week, if I could. *nods* B l u r r: / hums and settles. Reaches a claw up to scratch behind Ravage's audio / B l u r r: I know... it's all right. I don't really remember last week. Whirl: *snorts* If it makes you feel any better, I don't remember last Wednesday all that well, myself. Whirl: What a pair WE are. B l u r r: Matching. /snort / Soundwave: *Tilts his helm. Scratch right there, please. He's got a healing scratch in the vicinity and it itches the whole area like MURDER* B l u r r: / all right. Scratches along this new spot / Soundwave: @Shockwave: [[You have been well?]] Whirl: *sprawls all over his hammock and gets settled* Butterbuns: ((ouo not sure if I wanna RP yet since I just woke up but I am here!! B l u r r: [[ lemme know when you guys are ready. ]] FakeProwl: *appears* Soundwave: *Nods to Prowl. Greetings again.* Whirl: ((i am ready!)) B l u r r: [[ ill brb. Laundry! ]] Soundwave: ((ready when y'all are)) Soundwave: *Rumble mumbles something and Soundwave reaches a servo up to pat his leg. He's not going to nod so hard you fall off, don't worry.* Whirl: *antenna twitches; he doesn't look Rumble's way because he doesn't wanna make it obvious if Rumble declines, but he sends an invitation ping his way* Whirl: *nobody gets nodded off the hammock, after all* FakeProwl: *nods to soundwave. and to rumble.* I see you've been transferred from gauntlet to helmet. Soundwave: @Whirl: //...Iunno. Maybe.// Soundwave: //Eh.// Tired stare. //Ain't permanent.// FakeProwl: *attempt at humor: unsuccessful. appropriate actions: act like you never tried.* Mm. *he takes his usual seat next to soundwave.* B l u r r: [[ back ]] Whirl: @Rumble: Standing invitation, mech. No rush. B l u r r: [[ is everyone ready? ]] FakeProwl: ((ye)) Whirl: ((yep!)) Butterbuns: ((yup Soundwave: @Prowl: (txt): Excuse Rumble. Recharge needed. Soundwave liked comment. B l u r r: /settles and keeps scritching Ravage / Soundwave: *Quiet, content rumbling* FakeProwl: *NICE. somebody liked it.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Would he be better off at home recharging, then?» Soundwave: *Soundwave's attention is IMMEDIATELY caught by the instrument's powers. It takes him a moment to respond. He also offers settling space, if wanted. Still concerned after those answers.* FakeProwl: *takes settling space.* Soundwave: @Prowl: (txt): Negative. Social time needed. Will recharge after. Tomorow's shift: canceled. Whirl: ((wait is it playin somethin.... right now......)) FakeProwl: ((yes, the movie has started)) Soundwave: ((yes)) B l u r r: [[ yeh?? ]] Whirl: ((*** it's been offline for me HAHAHA()) B l u r r: [[ shiiiiit refresh!! ]] B l u r r: [[ i cAN PAUSE ]] Shockbox: (( Uh oh.)) Butterbuns: ((open your eye Whirl! The world is not that dark! Whirl: ((U FINE DUDE I have refreshed and I see Kubo feedin his mom)) Whirl: ((do not fret, I've seen this film!)) B l u r r: [[ yeS BUT STILL ]] B l u r r: [[ NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND ] Shockbox: (( Ohana means family?)) Whirl: ((whirl is basically a huge Stitch)) Shockbox: (( I want to see whirl reenact the scene with the ducks now.)) Soundwave: <<Many Chimera!>> FakeProwl: *oh. origami. prowl knows what that is.* Shockbox: *Turns in the direction of Chimera's voice.* Whirl: *swivels to also look at Chimera* I didn't know you were made of paper. B l u r r: [[ lemme know if it's dropping bad ]] FakeProwl: ((fine here)) Soundwave: *Slow, confused blink. Chimera looks down at themselves.* Soundwave: <<Chimera is not paper.>> Whirl: Are you sure? *peers* C'mere, lemme give you a tap. Butterbuns: ((I like her taste Shockbox: *Wants to give pats.....but needs to calculate a way to offer them, first....* Soundwave: *Ravage suddenly grabs Blurr's servo, and tugs it under his chest. He has trapped this. It is his to rest on now.* Shockbox: *Observing Chimera-Whirl interaction closely.* B l u r r: / oh well. All right. Twitches claws. / Soundwave: *Chimera obediently slithers over to Whirl and looks up at him with beady grey optics.* B l u r r: / pets his helm with the other claw / B l u r r: [[ ugh is it dropping bad? It keeps saying it is here. ]] FakeProwl: ((no dropping here)) Whirl: *shifts and reaches one gangly arm out, extending a huge claw... and very gently taps* Whirl: Hmm. Nope, you're right. Metal. Whirl: Also, I didn't know you could turn into a worm! Soundwave: #SPIDER #no #wait #it is dead #okay Butterbuns: ((it freezes once and a while for a little bit, but the sound keeps going so i can keep watching Whirl: ((ye)) B l u r r: [[ stupid LS. ]] B l u r r: [[ I love how that's Takei ]] Soundwave: ((DID THEY HIRE HIM JUST TO SAY THAT)) FakeProwl: ((omg takei)) B l u r r: [[ LMAO ]] Butterbuns: ((most likely B l u r r: [[ IDK I THINK SO but yes that's him ]] Shockbox: (( Yes.)) Shockbox: ((Well, and a few other things.)) FakeProwl: ((why's the sun rising and setting on the same side)) Soundwave: <<Funny helicopter bot. Chimera is snake, not a woooorm.>> Soundwave: *A lost ending. Sad.* Whirl: Oh. Gotcha. *nods* Shockbox: *He isn't sure how well it would catch Chimera's attention, but he clears his vox in their general direction.* Soundwave: *Creator calls! Chimera zips over faster than they did for Whirl and offers up an odd open-mouthed smile.* Soundwave: *It looks more like they're about to eat something.* Whirl: *withdraws his arm and settles back in* Soundwave: \\YOU GONNA BE LIKE THAT, BOSS?\\ B l u r r: ... That's dumb. Why not just talk to the body? /mumbling / Soundwave: =Boat didn't have it.= B l u r r: Mm... /twitches finials / B l u r r: / chin claws. Stares at the screen / B l u r r: It's always a pity when they don't talk back... Soundwave: *Soundwave nods.* FakeProwl: Maybe he's not showing up because he isn't actually dead. Shockbox: *He pauses for a moment at the speed of Chimera's reaction. The smile might be unsettling to most, but Shockwave sees it for what it is, a display of affection.* Shockbox: Good evening, Chimera. Whirl: *points to Prowl* That's what my money's on. Soundwave: [[A good point. And now he has erred.]] Shockbox: *He pats the seat next to him on his couch.* Would you like to join me? Soundwave: <<Hello, Creator! Chimera will sit.>> Whirl: This movie's visuals are on point. Soundwave: *Slithers into a pile of coils up next to Shockwave and peeps their head from between two loops.* Soundwave: [[...He feels as though the mothering unit did not explain these dangers well enough.]] Shockbox: *He is too distracted by this absolutely precious creature to pay much mind to the chaos ensuing onscreen.* FakeProwl: That seems likely, yes. Shockbox: *Shockwave offers a soft pat to Chimera's head.* Butterbuns: ((I chose the wrong moment to go get food wtf happened in the past 2min FakeProwl: ((he stayed out past dark and his creepy evil witch aunts showed up and tried to steal his other eye)) Soundwave: *Chimera hums and wobbles, happy as a clam.* Butterbuns: ((okay saw that. what happened between him getting to the village and his mom slapping a bug on him? Soundwave: *Ravage glances up at Blurr's missing eye and has a bit of a short think before returning his attention to the screen.* FakeProwl: ((the dark wave or whatever tossed some people around, his mom showed up to save him, used the-whatever-that-power-is to beat back the aunts)) Whirl: Pfft. B l u r r: ... /glances down at Ravage / .. What? FakeProwl: ((and then told him he needs to get the armor and slapped the bug on him.)) Whirl: I'd like for most people in the room to take that line there to heart. Butterbuns: ((coolio Whirl: Ravage, you're excluded. Soundwave: =I should be.= Whirl: I figure we've got a similar level of smelling ability. Soundwave: *Ravage looks back up at Blurr.* =Nothing. Later.= B l u r r: / tilts helm and mumbles / Shockbox: *He casually continues while returning to the film. * Soundwave: [[He likes the monkey's business model.]] Shockbox: (( Brb going to grab some popcorn.)) Butterbuns: ((What's so great about his eyes FakeProwl: ((we don't know yet)) Butterbuns: ((Geez Grandad go get some made out of glass or something FakeProwl: ((they haven't explained, just that grandpa wants them)) Butterbuns: ((Gransdad just thinks they're pretty FakeProwl: (("I'm not sure this counts as origami, I could swear scissors were involved" LMAO. I kept thinking that about the figures.)) Soundwave: ((heh heh)) Soundwave: *Tilts his helm* Butterbuns: ((8D fun fact! In Japanese origami scissors are often used Soundwave: [[Isn't Earth snow]] UGH [[made of water? Shouldn't the paper creature be disintegrating?]] Whirl: Well, it IS magical. Butterbuns: ((god kubo leave the bird alone B l u r r: Magic doesn't wilt. B l u r r: Apparently. Soundwave: *Mumble* //'S like a whole lotta Bird.// FakeProwl: It only becomes wet if it's melting. Since paper gives off no body heat, there's no reason for it to melt the snow. Whirl: Pfft. Can you imagine, a flock full of laserbeaks? No snacks would be left for the rest of us. Soundwave: *Fascinated nod.* [[Thank you both.]] Shockbox: (( I have returned.)) Whirl: *snickers* B l u r r: [[ the little paper hanzo ]] B l u r r: [[ I die ] Soundwave: \\MECH, THERE AIN'T NEVER NONE LEFT WITH JUS' ONE.\\ Shockbox: (( Alright, I have a little salt about how the Beetle character was designed in this film.)) Shockbox: ((They could have made him more bug-like. I feel like that had been intended from his dialogue, but he's just so...human looking.)) FakeProwl: ((she did the smile-to-threaten-with-your-teeth thing. good monkey.)) Whirl: ((yeah, that's my beef with most arthropod characrees)) Whirl: ((the lazy sort of... much face or flat face. Like the crab in Moana, too)) B l u r r: [[ my sON ]] Whirl: *mush Shockbox: (( Insect monster?? He has a hunched back and four arms.)) Shockbox: (( Otherwise he is normal looking.)) B l u r r: / snort / B l u r r: [[ A REALLY BAD HOARDER ]] Butterbuns: ((oh my god Soundwave: \\HOW'S THE WARRIOR FEEL ABOUT THAT, BUDDY?\\ Butterbuns: ((i'll let him slide with a humanoid face for apparently being cursed to be bug human. Butterbuns: ((Either he's a bug cured to be human or a human cursed to be bug Butterbuns: ((I like him B l u r r: i love him ]] Shockbox: (( _gah_, I've already watched this movie.)) Shockbox: (( I'll extend my beef after spoilers are out of the way naturally.)) Whirl: I think the monkey is my favorite. Soundwave: [[His as well.]] Soundwave: [[By far.]] Butterbuns: ((oh no yeah, I understand. I would also like to see more arthropod accurate faces B l u r r: ... yes. I like the bug, too. B l u r r: / hums / Butterbuns: ((but it doesn't /bug/ me as much so Shockbox: *Shockwave shares my dialogue about him not being bug-like enough, albeit internally.* Shockbox: (( /rimshot for the pun.)) Whirl: *heck, WHIRL is more bug like than this guy* Shockbox: *True that.* Soundwave: *Soundwave glances over at Prowl. He is unusually quiet today. Perhaps he is tired?* FakeProwl: *hasn't had much commentary on the movie.* B l u r r: / snort / Soundwave: {{Keheheh!}} Shockbox: (( Alright, this is one of the best monsters in the film.)) Soundwave: {{Maybe Bird does to Insecticon, watches.}} Whirl: Nice. Soundwave: *Rumble taps Soundwave's helm and sloooooowly slides down one arm. Quietly shuffles his way over to the hammock, crawls in, and immediately flopsprawls. Okay. He's here.* B l u r r: / snort/ He reminds me of someone. Whirl: *will shift to acocmodate him, of course* Shockbox: *This action scene is riveting, but...* Soundwave: \\WHY'S IT MATTER IF HE EATS THE MONKEY? HE'S FRAGGIN' BONES. SHE'S JUS' GONNA FALL OUT.\\ Whirl: He's got TEETH, though. FakeProwl: He might chew her. Soundwave: *Frenzy scratches his helm.* \\...YEAH, I GUESS SO.\\ Shockbox: @Soundwave: If it is not too distracting from the film...I have a few questions. Soundwave: @Shockwave: [[He can multitask. Ask.]] Butterbuns: ((..never let Hiro meet Kubo B l u r r: [[ it's too late ]] Butterbuns: ((rip universe B l u r r: yes ]] Shockbox: @Soundwave: You appear to be relatively close to the alternate of mine who joins us for documentary viewings. Are you from the same universe? B l u r r: / chin claws / Soundwave: @Shockwave: [[No. Similar timelines. Not the same. They experienced all that has been and will be shown. He did not.]] Soundwave: *Note to self. Never visit any lakes like that.* B l u r r: [[ god i love the beetle ]] Butterbuns: ((SAME Shockbox: (( He is pure.)) Whirl: ((he's fun!)) Shockbox: (( Even if his design is lacking.)) Butterbuns: ((you know what this means? Butterbuns: ((time to find someone willing to redraw him to his beetle glory)) Whirl: They should find a place to go to ground, wait for the storm to pass, and then go after it. Shockbox: (( I would, but I do not think I could do him justice.)) Shockbox: @Soundwave: Noted. How long have you known one another, then? Whirl: *clicks his claw approvingly* Whirl: *that was a good burn* B l u r r: [[ omfg the tiny hanzo ]] Butterbuns: ((ooooooh snap Soundwave: @Shockwave: [[Approximately two and a half Earth years.]] FakeProwl: ((oooooooh)) Soundwave: ((I looked away for FIVE SECONDS what happened)) Butterbuns: ((I was wondering about that, tbh. Butterbuns: ((Kuro is dead press f to salute Butterbuns: ((*Kubo Whirl: ((Monkey killed the first aunt)) FakeProwl: ((aunt said "love made my sister weak" and monkey said "no, it made me stronger")) Soundwave: ((ooooo)) Butterbuns: ((Kubo met a giant eye who- yeah, that.)) FakeProwl: ((...THE BEETLE IS HIS DAD ISN'T IT. IT'S GONNA BE HIS DAD.)) Shockbox: *Not an extremely long amoung of time, considering their own lifespans.* FakeProwl: ((THAT'S WHY THE MONKEY AND BEETLE ARE FLIRTING.)) B l u r r: [[ THE BETTLE ]] Shockbox: (( no spoilers, shhhhh.)) B l u r r: IM DEAD ]] Butterbuns: ((Is that why paper-Hanzo likes the beetle? Whirl: ((that line PFFFF)) Butterbuns: (omg smol hanz B l u r r: [[ the little paper hanzo makes me so happy ]] Butterbuns: (("IT ME" Whirl: ((IT ME)) B l u r r: [[ heS SO CUTE ]] Whirl: *any romance that starts with a swordfight is a worthwhile romance* B l u r r: / ouch. his hidden feels / Shockbox: @Soundwave: ...And you are currently in some sort of partnership? How long has that been for? Whirl: *snickers softly* Soundwave: @Shockwave: [[An alliance, for nearly as long.]] Shockbox: @Soundwave: How did that come to be? Shockbox: *Chimera's head is being brushed with the back of his hand.* Butterbuns: ((in not even hindsight this was farely obvious and also i can see what his mom saw in Hanzo B l u r r: [[ he's so cute ]] Soundwave: [[So they have got faces after all.]] Soundwave: @Shockwave: [[As all alliances do - by each being proving themselves worthy.]] B l u r r: Why would you drop all of your swords? That's pointless... Shockbox: (( Never turn your back on the body.)) Shockbox: (( Foolish mistake.)) Butterbuns: (( 8( Soundwave: ((there's some onions in the room or somethin)) Whirl: ((ikr)) Butterbuns: ((OH Butterbuns: ((the bell in the villiage at the start, huih Butterbuns: ((I like how this theme is 'family- they love you, but some of them don't really love you in a good way') Soundwave: [[Disgusting.]] Shockbox: *He takes a moment before responding* @Soundwave: Is there anything one might offer to him in order to inspire further interaction? Butterbuns: ((oh. /oh/ Soundwave: [[.....Ah.]] Butterbuns: ((I was wondering about the title Whirl: ((YEAH THE MOMENT I REALIZED THAT5'S WHY IT'S CALLED THAT IT HIT ME HARD DUDE)) Soundwave: *Oh, he likes this.* Butterbuns: ((I also wish i'd seen this in big Butterbuns: ((aaaaaaaaa Shockbox: (( Now that he's human, he probably doesn't have much to live.)) Shockbox: (( Unless his formerly godly status extends his lifespan indefinitely?)) Butterbuns: ((;u; they're giving him a new story of being a good and nice person aaaaaa Butterbuns: ((a human person Shockbox: ((But he is an /old/ human person, Kubo isn't going to get to spend much time with his grandfather either.)) Butterbuns: ((no, but he's still going to get to spend time with him Butterbuns: ((Quality vs quantity Shockbox: (( Hm.)) B l u r r: [[ im still salty that hanzo looks like hanzo from overwatch ]] Butterbuns: ((they have the same hairdresser Shockbox: (( Quality is subjective. But I guess in this case we can presume that the quality is high.)) Whirl: ((tbh I was never really fully satisfied with the "grandfather becomes human" ending)) Whirl: ((it's like... why does he get to live but the aunts have to die???)) Butterbuns: ((I like it better than 'Kubo murders his last living relative even tho he's a dick' Whirl: ((yeah, I don't feel as if I'd like it more if he killed his grandfather either)) Whirl: ((but it still felt rushed, kind of... not thought through? Regardless, tho, I love this movie)) Shockbox: ((At least the credit music is nice. )) Butterbuns: ((It wasn't perfect but I enjoyed it ouo Butterbuns: ((Thank you for showing it! Whirl: ((yes thank!)) Shockbox: (( Animation isn't bad either. )) B l u r r: [[ that's how all their movies feel at the end, though. ]] B l u r r: Laika has a habit of doing that. ]] Whirl: ((i found Paranorman to be satisfying enough!)) Shockbox: (( I thought Coraline was satisfying. )) Butterbuns: ((This is true. Coraline doen't feel quite as rushed? But it's based on the book, too. B l u r r: [[ Coraline was based on a book that had an ending, tho >>;; ]] Whirl: ((ye)) FakeProwl: ((I don't remember how I felt about the end of Coraline, but I'd read the book too so)) Shockbox: (( You have a point. )) B l u r r: [[ LOOK HOW BIG THEIR RIG IS ]] Soundwave: ((holy cow)) Butterbuns: ((jfc Whirl: *stretches, but carefully, in case Rumble has conked out* Not a bad pick, Teach. Really unusual. But good unusual. Shockbox: (( Yes, the rigs were impressive. The eye stalks were actually mechanical. )) Butterbuns: ((I love that LAika shows this stuff at the end B l u r r: Mm... I like cartoons at the best of times. B l u r r: [[ I'm still salty they lost to Zootopia. ]] B l u r r: [[ Considering stop animation is incredibly tedious and hard. ]] Shockbox: ((Slendy, did you get my question?)) Whirl: MM-hmm. I can tell you're... drawn to it. Soundwave: *Oh, right. There was another question.* @Shockwave: [[Respect and something... useful and interesting. A sample from oneself, perhaps.]] Shockbox: (( Yeah, lakia deserved more. )) Whirl: *sly look* B l u r r: ... / snort / B l u r r: There was no other reason I chose it. /props chin in claw/ It was just something Dart said I should watch. Shockbox: *He doesn't mind Soundwave's momentary distraction.* Soundwave: *Rumble hasn't conked out, but he doesn't move much either. Looks like he's busy thinking.* Whirl: I liked it. Change of pace from what you normally show--not that I mind THAT, either. Soundwave: =You see why?= *Ravage looks up at Blurr again.* B l u r r: Mm... Shockbox: @Soundwave: Noted....My thanks. B l u r r: / glances down at Ravage/ See what? Soundwave: *Ravage slowly closes one optic and offers up a sharp, ugly smile.* B l u r r: ... /tilts helm / Soundwave: *Then leaps off before he can be fussed at and slinks over to Soundwave.* Whirl: It's cos you're a member of the cyclops club. B l u r r: .. Ah. Whirl: We should make membership cards. Soundwave: {{And a hero~ neheh.}} Whirl: Oh, YES. Whirl: We can't forget THAT, of course not. B l u r r: ... I don't see what that has to do with anything. Soundwave: *Soundwave lets Ravage onto his lap; Ravage sniffs the hologram curiously and grunts. One day he's going to have that test he promised. Not like this.* B l u r r: / pats Ravage's helm / Whirl: It's always worth mentioning, is all. B l u r r: /I/ am not the hero. /presses claw to chassis/ I'm the bad guy, remember? Whirl: Nope. I saw you, with my own eye, being a Big Damn Hero on Earth. I was THERE. Whirl: You' Whirl: ve officially revoked Bad Guy status. B l u r r: /rolls optic / Lies. I broke their rules. B l u r r: / rubs claw along his helm. Mumbles / Whirl: Pfft, plenty of heroes don't play by the rules. Soundwave: \\NOPE. YA SAVED A WHOLE PLANET. I SEEN THAT ONE.\\ Whirl: You're not THAT naive. B l u r r: I did NOT save a whole planet. Soundwave: \\YUH-HUH. AIN'T YOU KNOW NOTHIN' BOUT THUNDERTRON?\\ Whirl: Oh, DO tell, Frenzy. B l u r r: I know he's hanging on my wall. Shockbox: And what did you think of that film, Chimera? *He's used to holding conversations with buzzsaw over film quality. Surely Chimera must be capable of the same...?* Soundwave: \\HE FRAGGIN' *HATES* CYBERTRON, MECH. AN' THE MECHS ON IT. WANTED 'EM ALL DEAD 'N GONE, LIKE.\\ Shockbox: (( Blurr, you have good taste.)) B l u r r: [[ 8D ]] Soundwave: \\SO HE AIN'T AROUND NO MORE. THAT PLACE'S PLANET'S GONNA LIVE A LI'L LONGER.\\ Frenzy laughs. \\THAT'S ALLLLL YOU.\\ Shockbox: (( /Casually jamming.)) B l u r r: / VENTS and scrubs claw down faceplate. / Whirl: *snickering madly* Soundwave: *And now you know why Soundwave agreed.* B l u r r: / mumbling to his left and right. Motioning to everyone else ./ Whirl: You might as well make it your full-time job, mech. Whirl: Blurr: Part-Time Teacher. Full-Time Hero. B l u r r: / flicks finial/ No. B l u r r: Pirate. Soundwave: <<Chimera does not understand. Moons and stars and bugs and monkeys are not humans.>> Whirl: Part-Time Teacher. Part-Time Pirate. Full-Time Hero. B l u r r: ... I'm not a full time hero. Whirl: Part-Time Teacher. Part-Time Pirate. Nearly-Full-Time Hero. B l u r r: / huffs and just buries face in claw. Massage temples/ Whirl: *that's the effect Whirl inevitably has on most people, Blurr 8) * B l u r r: / his brain hurts too much for this / Shockbox: I have to agree, it is not very realistic, but that is often the case in epic tales. B l u r r: / loud snarl and just stares at the wall. Pinches bridge of nasal / Whirl: *does not seem to be repentant even in the slightest; his optic is just a cheerful curve* Soundwave: *Rumble sits up at that. Uh-oh. Maybe he'd better... head over to the Boss. Just in case.* B l u r r: / veNTS / Whirl: *bobs his head at Rumble as he goes* Soundwave: *Remembers to wave right before docking* Shockbox: *He does his best to suppres his reaction to the snarling and continues* Is there anything in this film you found especially enjoyable? Shockbox: ((*suppress)) B l u r r: ... /twitches and jerks whole frame up. All right, standing up. Moving. Stretches limbs / Soundwave: *Chimera looks down to think. It takes them a little while to come up with an answer.* <<...Paper!>> B l u r r: Well... in any case, I enjoyed it. Whirl: Same. *clambers out of his hammock at last and streeetches* Whirl: You. *jabs a claw in Blurr's direction* Be careful. B l u r r: ... Of? Soundwave: ((THIS DAMN SONG always makes me want to dance)) Shockbox: *Shockwave is patient as Chimera deliberates to itself, and nods once an answer is given.* B l u r r: [[ that's the poINT OF IT ]] Soundwave: ((I always picture soundwave's feeler wiggling ever so slightly while nobody looks)) Whirl: Just in general, with that thing you refuse to get installed. Shockbox: And why is that? B l u r r: [[ haaa ]] Whirl: *uninstalled B l u r r: I'm careful with it. /shrugs/ B l u r r: ... That isn't what broke, you know. Soundwave: <<It changes shape!>> Another wide, openmouthed smile. <<Chimera does too!>. B l u r r: It didn't help, but it wasn't what did... that. Soundwave: *You know what? Yes. Yes, there is a feeler wiggling ever so slightly.* Shockbox: (( Damnit soundwave, stop being cute.)) Whirl: Yeah, uh-huh. I;m sure. *fixes Blurr with a skeptical look* B l u r r: / good / B l u r r: / stares back at Whirl. He is one tired monster / It wasn't. Whirl: *he does not believe you at all, Blurr* Whatever you say, Teach. Whirl: Anyway, I'm out. Later, losers. *waves a claw* B l u r r: / waves claw / Whirl: ((Blurr should talk to Whirl about it later in private 8) )) B l u r r: [[ mm. Maybe. ]] Soundwave: [[Goodbye.]] B l u r r: [[ once our other thread is done oo; ]] Whirl: ((YES! ofc)) B l u r r: [[ anyway. I'm gonna shut this down. ]] Shockbox: *He hums lightly and cannot help but to offer another pat.* That is accurate. Your reasoning is cogent. B l u r r: [[ Y'all can keep chitter chatters. ]] Soundwave: ((okiedokie)) Shockbox: (( /nod. )) Soundwave: <<Thank you, Creator!>> *Chimera emits a happy squeal - praise! and pats! - before blinking.* <<Oh. It is done. Chimera must go now.>> Shockbox: *The narrator is suffering from cuteness. Shockwave merely accepts it and lets Chimera go free, a nod of adieu offered.* Another time. Shockbox: *He is still unused to this 'creator' business. Even with his own drones, he had never thought to include such a thing.* Soundwave: <<Goodbye!>> *Nyoom. Off to Soundwave and the others* Shockbox: *But it isn't unacceptable, either.* Shockbox: *Welp. With that over with, he is free to leave. He recieved the information he had been seeking.* Shockbox: *It isn't as if he has not offered CNA to an alternate before. This should be simple.* Soundwave: *He'll receive a nod on his way out, when he goes.* Shockbox: *And Soundwave will have one returned to him.* Shockbox: *A standard Wave hello/goodbye.* Shockbox: *Well known between all waves.* FakeProwl: *you'd think the Waves would wave* Soundwave: *It's a lot of arm to move, in his case.* FakeProwl: *fair point. and prowl's still got one pinned.* Soundwave: *Which is absolutely fine by him. Though the avatar might get tugged closer as mechs leave unless Prowl wriggles free and blinks off to go to work.* Soundwave: *Soundwave snatches his time where he can, and all.* Shockbox: ((Good night, you all.)) FakeProwl: *he'll accept the tugging. it's not time for work yet.* Soundwave: ((Night!)) Soundwave: *Good. Because he has a Fullstasis game to continue and, if Prowl has anything he wants to talk or ask about, a willingness to debate and answer questions.* FakeProwl: *he's always happy to talk. but he has no topics to present right now.* Soundwave: *In that case, a question from Soundwave.* FakeProwl: *shoot* Soundwave: *While sending across a move.* @Prowl: (txt): Amica role contemplated since paperwork. Better understanding sought. Prowl's concept: "friend"? What... duties, expectations, privileges?-- Soundwave: ((that first ? should be a -)) Soundwave: Preference: Avoid role failure. Assistance needed. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Are you sure you aren't trying to distract me from my move?» *humor tag.* «Difficult to define adequately in less than a textbook. But you're doing well so far.» Soundwave: @Prowl: (txt): Negative. Amused assurance: Better distraction tactics known. Improvement not needed at present? FakeProwl: *he considers that seriously as he makes his next move* @Soundwave «Nnnno.» FakeProwl: *hold on, are they alone now? he can speak out loud.* If I think of anything, I'll let you know. Soundwave: *Sits up a little. He wasn't expecting that first part. And, well, PROWL can speak out loud.* Soundwave: (txt): ...Surprising. Confusing. Satisfying. All accepted, acknowledged. FakeProwl: Confusing? Surprising? FakeProwl: What did you think you were doing wrong? Soundwave: (txt): Unknown. Soundwave does not - Prowl: Autobot. Expected: More... rules? Social differences. Cannot locate required word. Translation difficult. FakeProwl: ... Expectations? Taboos? Requirements? Standards? Soundwave: (txt): ...All? Soundwave: *Basically, his perception of Autobots is so colored by war that he assumed they had some sort of massively complex and righteous set of expected behaviors and that he barely met the minimum.* FakeProwl: I don't socialize like most Autobots. That's not to say I socialize like a Decepticon, but... *shrugs* FakeProwl: *Prowl, meanwhile, assumes that Decepticon socialization is largely based on violence, machismo, and fighting with each other.* FakeProwl: *or he did, anyway. A few months on The Big Conversation has started convincing him that Decepticon socialization is based on memes.* Soundwave: *Thoughtful look at Prowl's knee, mostly unaware of The Big Conversation. Micronus help everyone when he does find out and peek in.* Soundwave: (txt): ...Which Decepticon, Prowl's meter? FakeProwl: ... The Constructicons. *who fit Prowl's stereotypes to a T.* Soundwave: (txt): Fair sample. Many vicious traits encouraged. Strength considered power. *Looks up again.* Do not forget others. Dreadwing, better mech. FakeProwl: I never saw how he socializes. I doubt he would have disagreed that strength is power. FakeProwl: And he might have been loyal to his brother before all else, but I wouldn't have called him unvicious. Soundwave: (txt): Negative; that, believed. Viciousness within. Soundwave: (txt): However... before Constructicons, Dreadwing: vast improvement. FakeProwl: *a simultaneous shrug/nod/grimace.* I wouldn't want to be friends with him, either. Soundwave: (txt): Good. Friendship with dead mech: one-sided, disappointing. (humor tag goes here) Soundwave digressed. Faction meter thoughts: scattered. Note: Of Autobots, Prowl's socialization preferred. FakeProwl: *snort* It's harder for dead mechs to get fed up with you and stop taking your calls, though. They do have that advantage. Soundwave: *Soft huff, might be shaking a little.* FakeProwl: *tiny twitch of a smile. he likes that. that little huff-shake Soundwave does when he laughs.* Soundwave: *And he likes the tiny twitch smiles.* Soundwave: (txt): Not difficult as Prowl thinks. Prime ejected AllSpark. Long-distance calls not supported. Soundwave: *And at this, a little worse. He can joke about it now, it's back where it belongs and all.* FakeProwl: Pff. A fair point. Soundwave: *Soundwave checks his chronometer. He'd better get Rumble back. Motions to Prowl's helm.* (txt): Permission? FakeProwl: *it takes Prowl a moment for Prowl to figure out what Soundwave is asking for permission for. Access inside? but no. no. Not that.* Soundwave: *NO!* FakeProwl: *he figures it out.* Granted. *leans toward* Soundwave: *Leans in and gives him a good, solid bump to the crest. Follows it up with a quick little upward nudge. Best he can do in public.* FakeProwl: *bump. and a small artificial kiss on his mask.* Soundwave: *He will take that artificial kiss and be content. Moreso than before, now that he knows where Prowl usually stands on such things.* Soundwave: (txt): Soundwave, deployers depart. Will see next time. Work well. FakeProwl: And you. I'll see you next time. FakeProwl: *disappears* Soundwave: *Nods and rises. Collects whoever hasn't already hopped on him earlier tonight and departs.*

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Feb 8 Blurr’s Horror Stream - A Series of Unfortunate Events 7-8

Prowl was tired. But dammit, he wasn’t going to miss ASoUE. He also got to sit with Crosscut for the first time in a long while.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Trudge trudge. Couch time. Be free and spread out, minions.* Shockbox changed their nickname to Shockwave. Shockwave: *He is present. * ItsyBitsySpyers: *So far, nobody else is. He could probably raid the snacks.* Frostbite: hallo all ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings. Designation?]] Frostbite: I was going to name myself shockwave but i see someone beat me to it Dart: (( you can have more than one shockwave here )) Frostbite: i know xD i just figured it would be easier instead of everyone referring to multiple ones FakeProwl: *comes in. sits down. props his chin on his hands. immediately puts avatar into sleep mode.* Whirl: *trots on in* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Wonders why Prowl isn't just sleeping. Well, he'll keep others from messing with it.* Dart: [ shoving NOS inside. Waves a servo ] Hi , mechs! ItsyBitsySpyers: //Uhhh... hi?// NOS: [ grumbling and stumbling inside. Carrying a tray of snacks ] FakeProwl: *because he likes A Series of Unfortunate Events* Whirl: *had paused mid-striide, taken aback by the unfamiliar music, and now swivels his helm around to regard Dart, narrow-eyed* You Whirl: . Dart: .. Yes? ItsyBitsySpyers: *It is tempting to dance to this, but there are too many people here now. Alas.* NOS: [ sets tray down and huffs ] There. Snacks made. [checks off a datapad] Whirl: You're one of THOSE guys. Not gonna cause any trouble, are you? Frostbite: *does a lil dance in their chair* :D Dart: ... THOSE guys? Whirl: ((wait. speddy which one of these guys is the KSI mech)) Whirl: ((or are dart and nos both lmao)) NOS: (( both )) Whirl: ((also........ would whirl have met these individuals before)) Dart: (( Idk if he's been on the ship, I guess )) Whirl: ((I don't....... actually know where I'm coming or going from here)) Whirl: ((all right y'know what NEVERMIND. JUST. SCRATC WHIRL'S REACTION TO DART. STARTING OVER)) Dart: (( shrugs ?? )) Airachnid: [peeks in the room before waking in] Frostbite: hello! Whirl: ((sorry dude we haven't even had those threads yet 8);; )) Whirl: *so, INSTEAD of eyeing Dart suspiciously he's gonna just glance at him, bob his helm at Airachnid and Soundwave, and trot on over to his hammock* Dart: [ well, this is so awkward. Reading a datapad ] Dart: [ the scenarios are like lesson plans. They're like substitutes. This should be simple ] Airachnid: [waves at Whirl before chirping at Whirl. Is he willing to share the hammock tonight?] Whirl: *but of course, ma'am; he sits up and shifts to make room for her--and the usual crowd, should they decide to come* Airachnid: [happy chirp before climbing into the hammock] Whirl: *nods, amused at her chirping* Evening. Frostbite: (i'm normally asleep by now, it's 3:30am for me so this is all new) NOS: Well, you guys can get snacks if you want, I guess. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Who are you?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Curious lean away from back of couch* NOS: [ points to self ] I'm NOS. [points to Dart] That's Dart. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Of?]] Airachnid: Good evening. [she's just happy to see Whirl, not a good night last night] NOS: The Skeleton Crew. NOS: Look, I wouldn't willingly visit this place. I have a job here. Shockwave: *Stealing snacks while everyone is distracted. Shhhhhhh.* Frostbite: LOL shockwave plz Frostbite: leave some for everyone else ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Hmm. And what job is that?]] Dart: [ smirks ] NOS's job is to swab each and every deck. Shockwave: *He stops for a moment to stare directly at Frostbite. Damnit, he was being so stealthy too.* NOS: It is NOT my only job! NOS: [ places servo on his chassis ] I'm the ship's explosives artist. Dart: Yes, he did a number on the kitchen. It was, hmmm, mind blowing. Frostbite: ((i run a shockwave blog too you rascal, i know the ways)) Whirl: *now turns his attention to these two strangers* Wait--so you're regulars? I've not seen you two around. Dart: Oh, we recently changed our frames. Shockwave: (( Oh do you now? What's your url?)) Frostbite: ((illogicalshockwave <3 )) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Heh. Mind blowing. How many minds?// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hope somebody cleaned 'em off the walls after.// Shockwave: (( Ah, I've reblogged your art before.)) Dart: Not many minds. Dart: Just his own. Frostbite: how does one even blow up a kitchen?? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Easily.]] Airachnid: Gernades can do that. Frostbite: i meant with cooking but that works too Dart: NOS was attempting to cook. Whirl: And what better way to clean a kitchen, than with a grenade? NOS: Hey, I succeeded. NOS: I cooked the snacks, Dart set up the thing. Airachnid: Bad energon or bad energon preperation. Dart: [[ lemme know when you guys are ready i guess ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready)) Whirl: So where did Teach scrape YOU two up? I wasn't aware e was doing recruitment. *snorts* Whirl: ((ye)) Shockwave: (( I'm good to go)) FakeProwl: ((ready)) Frostbite: ((ready!)) Dart: ... He's been recruiting. It's been kind of a big deal. Shockwave: *He finishes stockpiling and returns to his seat.* NOS: We're from Tyran. NOS: He picked us up a long time ago. Well... sort of. Frostbite: shockwave i'm sharing with you! dibs on the scientist! FakeProwl: *optics flicker on. who's the obnoxious fan?* Shockwave: ....Well, if you insist. Whirl: ...*pauses and zoops his neck out slowly, peering; NOW it's time for Whirl to stare suspiciously* Did he happen to pick yuo guys up from Earth? Frostbite: *sweats nervously* ((is the only human in the room)) Dart: ... Did he pick us up? NOS: He picked parts of us up, I guess. Shockwave: (( oh, didn't know you were human.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave makes himself quite comfortable on his couch and prepares to watch the Count human fail yet again* Shockwave: (( in that case i retract that original response in exchange for:)) Whirl: Wait. Are you--are you one of THOSE mecha? Kinetic Solutions? Dart: We're NOT KSI's mechs... Shockwave: You are in no place to lay claim me, fleshling. NOS: But, we WERE built from the same technology. Shockwave: ((*claim to)) Shockwave: (( goddamn lag. )) Frostbite: hey i'm part metal at this point FakeProwl: *there's the obnoxious fan. why is the obnoxious fan a member of a species that the person they're fanning over helped threaten.* Whirl: *snorts* Yeah, yeah. If humans didn't make you, who DID? Dart: Blurr did. Shockwave: That makes little difference. You are still of human origin. NOS: Stole the tech, he said. Dart: Created us for help, he said. Whirl: I'll be damned. He's a proud PAPA. *snickrs* FakeProwl: Another fire. Whirl: Well, if Blurr made you, then you're all right with me.. *looks around* Where IS Teach, anyway? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Earth is particularly flammable.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Not knowing is definitely worse.* Frostbite: ((please do not set fire to the earth)) Dart: Don't call him that. NOS: Ugh disgusting... Whirl: Teach? NOS: .. .Teach you what? Whirl: Yeah. Blurr. Teach. Whirl: Your PAPA. NOS: .. Papa? ItsyBitsySpyers: *The eye.* Shockwave: *In any case, he begins casually refueling while paying attention to the show.* NOS: [ wrinkles nasal ] No. Shockwave: (( brb )) Whirl: Yes. *optic squints into an amused expression* NOS: Disgusting. Airachnid: Yes, the Earth is very flammable. It's annoying sometimes. Whirl: But, yeah. Where IS he, anyway? FakeProwl: They've made mention of a volunteer fire department. I suspect that in this series, fire is more significant than just something that occasionally happens on Earth. NOS: Who, Blurr? Dart: He's... out. Right now. Dart: [ technically not lying ] Frostbite: ((like a light apparently)) Whirl: Out? *sly look* Whirl: Mm-hmm. I'm sure. Dart: ... Yes. Whirl: *going to make the completely reasonable assumption that Blurr is on... (dramatic music) a DATE* NOS: [ glances at Dart ] ... [shrugs ] Frostbite: with roadbuster maybe Dart: [ shrugs as well ] Whirl: *snickers* Dart: [ the lie sold itself ] Whirl: *settles more comfortably and swivels his helm about; is any of the usual crew going to join him?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy will come lounge.* NOS: [ moves to flop on Blurr's couch. Stretches legs out ] Dart: [ slaps his legs down and moves to sit next to him. Twitches doors. ] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That was oddly specific.]] Frostbite: i'd be crushed, i'm staying where this human won't be accidentally squished Whirl: *will happily make room. Between Whirl, Airachnid, and Frenzy, this is the fiercest hammock that's ever been* Whirl: Hey mech, how're you liking working with Teach? *nudgs Frenzy* FakeProwl: Very oddly specific. Airachnid: [the terror hammock] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy tips a lazy salute at Airachnid.* \\HE FIGHTS REAL GOOD. DON'T MEDIC HIMSELF FOR NOTHIN'.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Ain't that a downgrade.// FakeProwl: *lights out at six o'clock, "more time for dreaming." Prowl likes this guy.* Airachnid: [chuckling at the salute, it was cute] Whirl: *Frenzy is a ball of violence and charm. Violent charm; Whirl is secretly a little delighted to see them making the first steps towards "maybe these two will get along"* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy slowly pushes his visor a little closer to his face, just in case any optomomotrees get near his optics.* Dart: [ hums ] He really doesn't know how to medic. That's what Axis is for. Whirl: Yeah, tell me about it. I've never met a mech wh takes care of himself that shoddily. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Aha.]] Whirl: *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers: //He's a damn liar.// Whirl: ((omg... it's kevin's mom)) NOS: (( it is )) Whirl: ((catherine 'hara!)) Whirl: I bet she's gonna eat it up, too. Whirl: ((omg. is that Getaway's pickup line....)) FakeProwl: ((i think so)) Shockwave: (( back. )) Frostbite: ((welcome back)) Airachnid: [Olaf is reminding me more and more of someone she doesn't want to think about] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A good dream.]] Whirl: *Sonny continues to be the BEST CHARACTER* ItsyBitsySpyers: *That was supposed to be asterisks, but whatever, I'll roll with it* Frostbite: ((dang it it's 4am, gotta get up at 8. must peace out now, it was fun hanging out while it lasted)) Whirl: ((Gnight!)) Shockwave: (( Ah, goodnight. May we meet again sometime. )) NOS: (( night )) NOS: ... Logging? That's not that hard, is it? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Has often wondered how this works. Leans forward to watch.* FakeProwl: *leans on Soundwave. he's trying to keep up, but he's sleepily blinking.* Dart: Not really. It's in my programming. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh? Will sit back to be a better cushion.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Rest needed? Whirl: You were built to... *wat would he even call this?* Log? Dart: Every human machinery process is in my programming. Dart: It's in yours, too. NOS: ... yeah. Whirl: Haha! Whirl: Sonny is the best. Whirl: Look at her go. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Yes. I didn't get enough last night.» Whirl: Huh. What kinda vehicle are you? ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Recharge. Can observe files together later. NOS: ...Huh? Whirl: For logging. What kind of vehicle logs? NOS: We can do anything a human-made machine can do. It's...sort of what they intended for us. I think. Whirl: Ohh. Right. Gotcha, FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I'd rather watch it now if I can.» Shockwave: ((My poor computer's going to explode if I stay for much longer, and the lag is getting sort of bad.)) NOS: (( aw. Sorry ;-; )) Shockwave: ((I'll see you all next week. )) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((give your computer a rest and have a good night)) FakeProwl: ((gnight)) Whirl: ((gnight!)) Shockwave: (( G'night to all you too. )) NOS: Glasses? Ew... Whirl: *oh yeah, it'[s that guy again* Whirl: *whirl noticed the hook hands, of course* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tiny nod. Very well. He will pull the avatar close and occasionally ping something.* Whirl: Pfft. Whirl: *he's picked up enough French to get that joke* Whirl: *... the jke about it being called Spanish, not the one about it being a euphemism* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It -does- sound like a fun book.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WOO! LOOKIT HER GO.\\ Whirl: *see now, this is the kind of romance whirl can get behind* Whirl: *coordinated couples ***-kicking* NOS: Who has time to cross out all of that? That's too much work. Airachnid: Ah, I love a good conspiracy. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Sloppy.]] FakeProwl: Who would take all the time to cross all those out but leave one intact? NOS: They got tired? Whirl: I'd have destroyed 'em. Airachnid: Perhaps they forgot about that one. FakeProwl: There's the emphasis on fire again. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Perhaps he'll save the paper?]] FakeProwl: He made an effort. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Run, human child.]] Whirl: *shifts a little* Airachnid: Never trust a chair with that many restraints. Whirl: ...good advice. Dart: I dunno. That's how they kept us for a while... Wasn't it? NOS: Parts. Remember, we were made in that weirdo's city. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Is this what happened to the optimist?]] Airachnid: ...most likely. Airachnid: Now that's just deplorable. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...]] Whirl: Mine control is a hell of a thing. Whirl: *mind ItsyBitsySpyers: //Mus' be the fried egg thing.// Dart: Ugh, yeah... especially when it's a human. NOS: Using those annoying controls. Move your arm this way, move your arm that way! Whirl: Oh, the Vertigo shot. Nice. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Vertigo shot?]] Whirl: The shot of Klaus just now--with the weird zooming effect. Hitchcock invented it. Whirl: You zoom in while pulling the camera away. ItsyBitsySpyers: //What, the birds fragger?// Whirl: Yep. Whirl: He made some good movies. Whirl: You should come to the next Culture Club night--we're gonna watch North by Northwest. FakeProwl: ... *blinks* Well. ItsyBitsySpyers: //'Course I'm goin'. Boss swore he'd be.// Whirl: In other news--hell of a bait and switch the show just pulled. Airachnid: I had a feeling it was too good to be true. Airachnid: It is called "A Series of Unfortunate Events" after all. Whirl: Well, true. Dart: (( do you guys want a break or just go? )) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nudges Prowl. He'd wondered why the citrus human was investigating, hadn't he?* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm fine with going but idk others)) Whirl: ((A little break would be nice, I wanna grab a snack(( FakeProwl: *glances at?* Dart: ((k )) Dart: (( break )) Airachnid: I'm cool but I'm willing to wait)) Crosscut: -Comes in and glances around the room- NOS: You know, I made all those snacks. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl caught narrator investigation reason? NOS: And you guys aren't gonna eat 'em. NOS: That's rude. Crosscut: Am I late? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave lifts his hand and taps his visor. Sorry, NOS.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak will plow right into them though* NOS: ... [ stares at Soundwave ] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yo, Crosscut.// FakeProwl: ... *slowblink* @Soundwave «I'm tired.» Whirl: How the hell do you expect me to eat them without a mouth? Crosscut: (Freaking weird music for CC t suddenly walk in to XD)) NOS: ... [ breaks his faceplate apart in pixelated pieces and reprograms them to lok like a visor ] Me too! Whirl: ((CC'S NEW THEME)) NOS: [ changes his face back and grins ] Cool... Dart: Stop doing that. They're gonna think we're weird... Airachnid: ... [just going to ignore that] FakeProwl: *in other words no. it must have happened somewhere in between "those were somebody else's parents?" and "I'd THOUGHT the hypnosis was broken too easily"* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave sits up a little straighter and stares at the visor for a second* ItsyBitsySpyers: *If there's a Galvatron here...* NOS: [ laughs and wiggles in his spot ] I love meeting new mechs! FakeProwl: *?? looks at what soundwave is looking at* Crosscut: -Finds a place to sit- NOS: [ breaks his frame apart and spirals around the couch to move to stand behind it ] NOS: You guys are pretty rad. You should be friends with /me/ instead! Airachnid: ... Crosscut: I apologize for not being around as much lately, its been a while since I've been to any of these film nights. FakeProwl: *... unimpressed blink.* Sorry. Already saw that one yesterday. Dart: [ glances at his datapad ] Oh, hello. [waves at CC ] FakeProwl: Unless you can one-up creating earthquakes, I'm not impressed. Airachnid: [she's just going to stay in her lane, or in this case, in the hammock] NOS: Earthquakes...? Huh. Nope, we don't do that. FakeProwl: Hm. NOS: But Dart and I figured out how to com-mmfh. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Watches the spiral flit overhead and twitches slightly. As long as they don't lay a hand on him...* Whirl: *chimes in* These guys were made by folks on Earth--KSI. or, well, partially. Looks like Teach brought them together. Dart: [ drags him back ] Shut up. Crosscut: -Waves back, not sure if he recognized who this is just yet- Whirl: Human tech with a Cybertronian twis. Adaptable... *swivels his helm around to star at both* But easily killd. FakeProwl: *is that Crosscut's voice? looks around for the source. ah.* It's been a while. Dart: Don't threaten us. This is our Captain's ship. Dart: We work for him. Dart: NOS just has a very big EGO that someone can't keep a lid on. NOS: [ helpless shrug ] I'm better than most people. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Apologies. Narrator stated beloved Be-a-triss failed question before loss. Question: Count Olaf's present location. Crosscut: -Looks to Prowl and smiles under his mask- Yes it has, its good to see you..well, sort of see you I suppose. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Thank you.» Airachnid: [optic roll before she filed her talons] Whirl: I'm sorry? Did that sound like a threat? FakeProwl: "Sort of," yes. Airachnid: It sounded like more like stating a fact. Whirl: Clearly you just need to work on your conversational skills. *flexes claws* Airachnid: Or, an opinion. Whirl: ((i must take out the garbage brb)) Dart: [ frowns ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Glances over, then up at Crosscut. Should he make room?* Dart: We're not stupid... well, NOS is. Dart: I'm not. Airachnid: However you interpret it. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THE BEST THREATS IS WHEN YA GOT 'EM IN YOUR CLAWS ANYWAY.\\ Crosscut: Do you know what it is we'll be watching tonight? Dart: We're not here to fight. Despite what NOS says. Dart: We're supposed to run the night like normal. FakeProwl: A show called "A Series of Unfortunate Events." Three human youths have lost their parents and are being stalked by someone who wants their money. Dart: [ looks at datapad ] The lesson plan doesn't call for a fight. Crosscut: -CC is fine to sit anywhere, if Prowl wants him to sit by him he'll gladly do so if room is made- Crosscut: Hmm, interesting. FakeProwl: *Prowl would like so, but isn't going to make the offer. he's technically a guest on Soundwave's couch.* Airachnid: Things do not always go according to plan. Dart: Okay, well, they have to here. Dart: If the Captain finds out it didn't, he's gonna blow another fuse. FakeProwl: The dialogue is very informative and straight-forward. *this is high praise from Prowl* NOS: [ nudges him ] Not that he did. We just mean he'll get himself in a knot. Whirl: And? I still don't see what this has to do with me. Dart: It means- nothing. Dart: Forget it. Dart: (( are you guys ready again? )) Whirl: *looks quietly satisfied* Of course. Already forgotten. Whirl: ((YES i am back)) FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Would you mind Crosscut joining?» FakeProwl: ((ready)) Dart: [ scoffs and throws the datapad on the couch . Looks at NOS. Starts talking in another dialect. They talkin' some mad shyte ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Responds by clearing some room* NOS: [ waves servos and rants back. Motions to the group like WTF ] FakeProwl: *scoots with.* Would you like to sit with us, Crosscut? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Another fuse?]] Dart: Pardon? [ahem. Twitches doors ] Dart: (( is it offline? )) ItsyBitsySpyers: [][][]If the Captain finds out it didn't, he's gonna blow another fuse.[][][] [[Another fuse. One after one already blown.]] Whirl: ((did it died--it's back!)) FakeProwl: ((its back)) Dart: ... Did I say that? Dart: I meant, you know, when he gets mad. Dart: It's a phrase. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why was he mad before?]] Whirl: Did you guys torque him off? *now taking an interest* Dart: He wasn't mad... Dart: I mean, he didn't seem mad Whirl: ((that guy is me rn LOL)) NOS: He was mad when we attacked that cargo ship. Whirl: ((coughing myself Into the Sun)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hmm. Fine.* Dart: He seemed fine after we beat Thundertron. NOS: He was giddy about that upgrade. Whirl: We saw! Crosscut: ((Sorry! The dog had a peepee emergancy!)) Crosscut: ((I am back)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((np np. slendy and prowl made room on couch, prowl offered seat)) Crosscut: Oh, yes of course. -He nods and takes a seat next to Prowl- ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THE SCHMUH THING!\\ Crosscut: ((Murry~!)) Airachnid: [she knows that feeling, do not be impolite to Airachnid, you'll get hit back] Whirl: Is that what being twitterpated DOES to you? Good lord.

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NOS: (( EXACTLY )) NOS: ... Yes, see. This is why I hate humans. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Someone attempted to adopt you?]] NOS: No, humans liked using mechs like us for their own profit. Whirl: Yeah--Blurr. NOS: Blurr did not adopt us! Whirl: Here's a newflash for you, NOS--Cybertronians do that to each other, too Crosscut: -understands the acting is supposed to be kinda campy and cheesy on purpose but its still a bit bothersome.- FakeProwl: So. "Lucky" is the trigger word for a highly suggestible trance, "inordinate" deactivates it. ... Why "inordinate"? Airachnid: Of course they tried to ue you, they see machines as things to be used and don't see that we're living things. Dart: Because inordinate was the word she used to say she missed him. Whirl: Here's some life advice for you, from me: assume that everyone will screw you over, regardless of who they are or where they came from. Because as soon as you show a hint of weakness, they WILL. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HOW OFTEN YA HEAR INORDERATE IN A FACTORY?\\ Dart: Right? Isn't that something that reaches further than the brain? FakeProwl: I doubt the fact that she used it CAUSED it to be the deactivating word. FakeProwl: It was most likely pre-programmed. Dart: Mm. Airachnid: [sage nod @ Whirl] Whirl: *at least someone appreciates his wisdom* Dart: [ glances at Whirl ] Well, that's why we work with Blurr. He... thinks that way, too. Crosscut: -rubs bridge of nose- Whirl: He's right. FakeProwl: That is an incredibly thorough rejection. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He cried on it.]] FakeProwl: Of course he did. It's a two hundred page rejection. Airachnid: [innocent whistling] Airachnid: [she doesn't have skeletons, more like various other body parts] Whirl: *looks to the door, and then back* So, what time'll Blurr be back, d'you guys think? Dart: [ glances at NOS ] Uh. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[She must have written it very late.]] NOS: We don't really know... ItsyBitsySpyers: *This is why he tells people so early.* Whirl: Well, where IS he? Dart: Not... here? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HE FINALLY GETTIN' MEDICINED UP?\\ Whirl: *tilts his head doubtfullly* Why don't you know where your own Captain is? NOS: Axis fixed him, yeah. NOS: [ shrugs ] He doesn't tell us. Whirl: You two are useless. *snorts* NOS: We're not useless. Dart: He just didn't say anything before he took off. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy flicks Whirl.* \\YA GOT THAT SMELLER. SMELL 'IM OUT.\\ Whirl: Eh, I'll just comm him. Whirl: I can smell like nobody's business, but I can't smell through dimensions, if he is where I think he is. Dart: His comms aren't on. Whirl: ? *tests this to see if it's true* ... why are his comms down? NOS: [ shrugs ] NOS: He has a habit of turning them off when he doesn't want to be bothered. Whirl: I've never known him to do that... ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Another one?]] Whirl: *looks back to the door again; h seems doubtful but he doesn't have anything to go on* Dart: Really? He really does do it. Crosscut: Hmm, a lot of confusing visuals for mapping the point in time this is set in. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ha!// Dart: (( season lmfao )) FakeProwl: Does the point in time matter? Whirl: ((pfft)) Whirl: I get the feeling it's meant to sort of feel... fairy-tale like, disconnected from the real world. FakeProwl: Fire? Airachnid: [she can relate to Olaf in that sense, she loves revenge] Crosscut: I suppose that's interesting in its own way, a bit distracting. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why does he keep it?]] Crosscut: Its odd to see modern clothing and devices plopped into an older looking setting. Whirl: Aw, look! The best character! Whirl: Pfft! Crosscut: -steches out a bit, wiggling his pedes- FakeProwl: *leans forward* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Joins* FakeProwl: ... So what caused the fire. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The laser, he assumes.]] Whirl: ((I wonder if the Prufrock is a reference to the poem)) FakeProwl: Mm, fair. Better question, WHO caused the fire. FakeProwl: ((Wouldn't be surprising, Snicket likes sneaking in references like that.)) Whirl: ((*KEEPS MY EARS PEELED*)) Crosscut: -fishes out a data pad from his subspace to mess with- ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Fascinating.]] FakeProwl: Hmm. Whirl: I missed some of this show, but it was pretty well put together. Dart: Apparently there will be another season. Dart: Which is pretty cool. FakeProwl: *is made very nervous by the way the banker keeps turning that wheel back and forth* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Visibly?* FakeProwl: *well. he might be staring a bit harder than usual. but otherwise no.* Dart: all right, uh. I guess that's it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[When there is another season, he would like to see this.]] FakeProwl: As would I. Dart: [ looks at datapad ] The next season isn't announced yet. Whirl: *streetches* All right. Dart: But, Blurr has Stranger Things slated for his birthday... Whirl: Not too shabby, for your first time hosting. NOS: ... Heh. Airachnid: The show was alright, for being human made. ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Bird agrees}} with a mouthful of fuel NOS: [ punches Dart's back ] See? I told you we'd be fine! Dart: [ swats at him ] Uhm, please feel free to take the snacks... Dart: [ reading datapad ] It says he offers that. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Tell Blurr to contact him when he returns. He has something for the mech.]] Whirl: Again, I ask you--how the hell am I to do that without a mouth. NOS: Oh? Uh, maybe you should just leave it with us. NOS: We'll give it to him when he's better- back. Crosscut: What is it that will be playing next week? NOS: Both. Whirl: *carefully clambers out of the hammock so as not to overtun it* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Suspicious stare* Dart: Uhm... [ looks at a list ] there's a list of movies we can pick from. Whirl: ...better? Dart: I'll have to... pick one. NOS: You know, better... he got his aft kicked by Thundertron pretty hard. Airachnid: I cna just make my own snacks. [and for once, she isn't hungry] Crosscut: So a film instead of a series? Whirl: *narrows his optic and turns it on NOS* Better. You wouldn't happen to have gone fibbing on me, would you? Dart: Yes, a film. NOS: ... [ makes a noise ] Me? No. NOS: [ points at Dart ] he lied first. Crosscut: Ah, then I'll try to attend if I can. Dart: [ smiles and nods at CC ] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah, ya gotta see more stuff. Gotta show up them humans.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *"He lied first"?* Crosscut: Afraid I was rather lost since, well, I haven't made it to any of the other nights you were watching this one. Dart: [ throws datapad at NOS ] /I / did not lie. Whirl: *there's no authority figure to keep Whirl from getting nasty; in three strides he crosses the room and draws himself up. He slouches, so it's easy to forget how huge he really is* FakeProwl: I recommend rewatching from the beginning. Dart: Don't worry, mech. [ to CC] A movie will be better. Whirl: *and all of that hugeness is looming over NOS* Where is Blurr. Crosscut: Hmm, perhaps but from what I saw it didn't seem my cup of tea. NOS: [ yIKES ] NOS: I told you, he's not here! Crosscut: I'm rather picky about small things. Dart: Well, maybe a movie will be better. Airachnid: [gonna watch from the hammock, this should be interesting] Whirl: What happened to him? Talk, or I send you the way of your BROTHERS. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Prowl succeeded. *plays tiny, four-second fanfare over comm* Recharge cycle entered soon? NOS: [ yIKES MORE ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave will let Whirl continue to do the interrogating. No need to waste energy he may need later.* NOS: [ stumbles back a little ] We don't know! NOS: We really don't. FakeProwl: *mouth twitch* @Soundwave «What's THAT tag for?» Whirl: I can't believe you sniveling little--are you telling me he just disappeared? NOS: Not physically! Whirl: *swivels his helm to regard Dart as well* Do YOU know? I'd better get some anwers from you guys. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Yes, as soon as I leave.» Dart: [ BIG SIGH ] Look. Dart: Physically, Blurr is here. On the ship. Okay? Dart: He's just not... here. Whirl: Take me to where he is. Dart: What- no. We were told not to. Whirl: *SLAMS his claw against the nearest wall* NOW. NOS: He's not even gonna notice you're there- CRIPES! This is all YOU Dart. NOS: [ waves servos ] I'm out. I'm out. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He sees that twitch.* @Prowl: (txt): Congratulations humor. Good. Inform Constructicons needed noise level: far below this. Dart: You little coward. [ grumbles and glances at Whirl ] You gotta relax, mech. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Gestures to Whirl, who he's still listening to and watching* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «They sleep when I sleep.» FakeProwl: *roughly, at least.* Whirl: You're not in any position to be telling me to do ANYTHING. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Fortunate. Share secret in future. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Do refrain from killing them. Then we will never find Blurr.]] Dart: ... [sighs ] Whirl: I don't need them alive to find Blurr. Whirl: *he responds to Soundwave, but he's still staring straight at Dart while he says it* Dart: If I let you in on the scrap, will you at least stop making noise? Whirl: We'll see. Dart: ... I don't know what happened last week. Dart: But, we noticed the Captain missing a few days after hismovie night. Whirl: He's been out fo a WEEK? Crosscut: -Its been a while since he's been to something like this, perhaps he's gotten rusty with these little social events? Not really sure who to talk to or what to say- Dart: We commed Roadbuster, but he didn't have him there. Whirl: And nobody thought t--well. Of course. *his antenna pins back* Yeah, of course no-one did. Dart: We went by the bridge's history. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Feel free to speak to your more familiar couch partner while he's still here. Soundwave won't monopolize.* Dart: His last travel was Roadbuster, so we commed him. Whirl: *shakes his head* No, you wouldn't get it. *this isn't the first time Whirl's been the last to find out about Blurr being hurt; nobody ever tells hima nything* Dart: [ omg whirl no one knows ] FakeProwl: *he's vaguely watching the fight* Dart: [ UR THE FIRST CONGRATS ] Whirl: Okay, now you're stalling. We can talk on the way, mech. *steps away from NOS and towards Dart* Let' FakeProwl: ((u found out before drift)) Whirl: s go. Dart: (( u did )) Dart: I'm not stalling- look. Whirl: ((HE DID. but lbr if Drift was here he would've found out first)) Dart: Axis said no one can know. Whirl: No, I'm done LISTENING to you. Dart: No one. So we didn't tell anyone. Whirl: Let's. Go. NOS: Dude, just take him. It's not like Blurr's gonna do anything. He doesn't do anything. Crosscut: Hmm..-Maybe he should go before this fight breaks out in the middle of the room- Dart: Look, we're not going anywhere until you listen. [ stands taller ] This isn't your ship and you aren't in charge. Dart: You're not OUR Captain! NOS: Oh man, he's gonna eat you alive. NOS: [ lingering in the back of the room. So helpful ] Whirl: *takes a swing with one massive claw, aiming to clobber Dart upside the head* Crosscut: You know -Shifts in his seat- Maybe I'll turn in for the night. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[If you wish. Goodnight, Crosscut.]] Dart: [ bursts into his FANCY DOODADDS and reforms on the other side of the room ] Airachnid: [good, fists are flying] Airachnid: [or claws in this case] Crosscut: Uhmm...Prowl, before I leave FakeProwl: Not a bad idea. FakeProwl: Hm? Whirl: *turns on his heel, lowerig his chest and clicking his guns ominously* Don't think I won't escalate this. Whirl: I might not be your captain, but I AM the mech who's going to send you to the scrapyard if you don't take me to Blurr, right now. *slow, stalking strides across the room* Crosscut: I've been doing a bit of translating of alien litature in my past time, mostly for Hoist and others to be able to read. Would you like a copy of some of them? Dart: [ levels himself and forms his lance. Paladin mode! Crouches ] I'm not scared of anyone... not even you. But, you're gonna need to relax. NOS: Geez. Thank the pit we didn't tell his OTHER friends. We'd all be blown up. FakeProwl: Oh—sure. What cultures? NOS: If this one doesn't blow us up first. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ngl that's one of the best lines in a song)) Dart: (( it really is )) FakeProwl: ((it's magic)) Whirl: *snorts and pulls his plasma-thrower from his subspace, leaning on one hip and resting it vertically against his shoulder* I'm not asking you to be scared. Whirl: I'm asking you to be smart. Crosscut: Quite a few diffrent ones actually, I've just picked a handful of ones I've enjoyed reading in the past. Dart: ... [ heat doesn't do so well with them. Grumbles and swings his lance up. Stands down and huffs ] You can't tell anybody. Dart: If word gets out that he's gone, it'll go south. Dart: Especially with the fleet. Whirl: What kind of idiot do you think I am? I'm not gonna jeopardize Blurr's hold on the whole fragging fleet! Whirl: Idiot, I just want to SEE him. Dart: Well... relax. [ grumbles and waves an arm ] All right, but the sight isn't good. NOS: I think it's a tiny imrpovement. NOS: He doesn't talk anymore- that's a plus. Crosscut: Some or history books, novels, poetry, plays from multiple planets. Slume, Traquins, Cytonian, Symbosis, to name a few. Whirl: *waits a moment longer before returning the plasma-thrower to subspace; he figured it'd do the trick* Enough chichat. Let's move. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble's head snaps up. So does Soundwave's.* FakeProwl: Hmm. Sure. Thank you. Dart: [ shrugs ] You mechs know your way out, right? Airachnid: [the fight's done, pity she thought it would last longer] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Hm - yes. We do.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: [[Tell him what you find, if you will.]] Whirl: *it was all ridiculous posturing* Airachnid: [she's just going to climb out and wave @ Whirl before leaving] Whirl: @Soundwave: We'll see. Dart: [ looks at Whirl ] Well come on, mech. [ turns to lead the way out ] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Farewell Airachnid.]] Whirl: *he'll look back and bob his head at her* See you guys. Crosscut: Wonderful, I'll send the files to you at some point tonight, sound good? Airachnid: [eh, might as well wave at Soundwave too] Whirl: *as well as Soundwave and the gang, and then he is gone* FakeProwl: Sure. I won't receive them until the morning. Crosscut: I see, that's fine. There's certainly no rush, I just thought you'd find them a rather interesting read. Crosscut: Perhaps we can discuss them some whenever it is you get around to them NOS: [ leans against the couch ] Well, we'll see you guys next week, I guess. NOS: We'll still be here [snort] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HOPE NOT. NO 'FFENSE.\\ NOS: That's rude. I'm better looking than that bot. FakeProwl: Mm. Perhaps. It will likely be a while before I have time for recreational reading, though. Crosscut: Ah, I see Crosscut: Well whenever you do get around to them I hope you enjoy it. Crosscut: I'll be off then, goodnight, Prowl FakeProwl: Goodnight, Crosscut. NOS: anyway... [ waves servo ] Get used to us. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Idly imagines this with Starscream. Puffs in amusement and rises* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We will see.]] NOS: Hmmm... [ shrugs ] You guys don't seem so bad. NOS: The only one I don't like is Drift. He hits me all the time. NOS: ... And Menace. [ makes a face ] they both hit me. FakeProwl: *a farewell ping to Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pings Prowl goodnight and calls his group to him* NOS: [ then again, he DOES usually deserve it. SHRUGS ] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SO HIT BACK.\\ NOS: ... No, I don't wanna hit that guy. NOS: Drift's cool. NOS: And Menace is weird. He'd kill me. FakeProwl: *flickers and disappears* NOS: anyway, I gotta go make sure Dart isn't dead. So. See yah, space net. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SO RUN FASTER. YER PRETENDIN' TO BE THE BOSS.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods.* [[Farewell.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Off they go.*

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