multiversal-towing

[multiversal-towing]

random lyric starters! (5/∞) change pronouns where needed!  

❝ it isn’t only home i miss. ❞

❝ all my friends got together. heard about it afterwards. ❞

❝ i didn’t think it was gonna hurt so much. ❞

❝ why, if i’m doing so well, did i build a wall between me and the world? ❞

❝ it’s been drilled in my head forever: be better. ❞

❝ turns out i’m just like everybody else. ❞

❝ trust me, you don’t wanna see yourself. ❞

❝ it’s too late. ❞

❝ i don’t even wanna be someone. ❞

❝ what made me think i was special? i’m not. ❞

❝ champagne doesn’t work on me. ❞

❝ she’s so pretty. ❞

❝ i’m more clever than a girl like her. ❞

❝ it’s nice not to be so alone. ❞

❝ i’ll hold onto your secrets. ❞

❝ maybe i’m a little bit over my head. ❞

❝ we were all in love, and we all got hurt. ❞

❝ we’re going way too fast. ❞

❝ it’s all too sweet to last. ❞

❝ it’s hard to explain. ❞

❝ it’s more common than you’d think. ❞

❝ he’s my first mistake. ❞

❝ we gave each other up so easily. ❞

❝ i feel so far from where i’ve been. ❞

❝ i will not be back here again. ❞

❝ what i gave is yours to keep. ❞

❝ where were you? ❞

❝ all i needed was a call. ❞

❝ lost and insecure, you found me. ❞

❝ why’d you have to wait? ❞

❝ in the end, everyone ends up alone. ❞

❝ you’ve got some kind of nerve. ❞

❝ you will never be forgotten with me by your side. ❞

❝ i don’t need this life. ❞

❝ i’ve got nothing left to live for. ❞

❝ is this as quiet as it gets? ❞

❝ go to sleep. ❞

❝ we were once perfect, me and you. ❞

❝ your love’s not live, it’s dead. ❞

❝ this is where it ends. ❞

❝ is this the calming before the storm? ❞

[multiversal-towing]

"Ah. Well, don't you worry, Hurl, we get all types here. Hold your chair. We're at our stop."

The truck pulled the handle quite roughly. It made a breaking noise, and he braced his legs against the console to pull it harder until, with a very disconcerting noise, it popped down into a broken-looking angle. The high-pitched warp engine made a high-pitched backfire, then went silent. The swirling goo against the glass began to slip upwards faster and faster. Whirl's internal gyroscope told him that the ship was falling.

Stranger Danger

@hell-of-a-copter

The kitchen chair you were lightly magnetized to was a little too small and a little too bumpily welded together in the middle. The cabin walls of the craft you occupied pressed against your winglets and the top of your head. Its unvarnished, slightly oxidized walls smelled tangy and looked grungy.

The cybertronian space pilot beside you was very, very beside you. It was hard to look at him this close in the small space, but you had seen enough of him while climbing in. He wore shiny, almost garish purple paint with green stripes.

Despite his mods and show, he had a short and fat frame inside which his engine begged for an oil change with an asthmatic cough. His wheel wells suggested he was a 4 wheeled, moderately large grounder. He huffed dust out of his vents carelessly, and it circulated in the relatively small cabin of his ship. The smell of stale lubricants and unkempt scratchy joints permeated the awkward silence.

You didn't know his name, but he had told you the job interview he was transporting you to was at "The Eddy", which you were pretty sure was a prestigious bar on Aquatron. The long-ago night on which you thought you remembered visiting this bar was fuzzy, and you hoped it was fuzzy for them, too, because they needed a waiter and you needed some shanix, and to refuel at some point this week.

You recognized his console as having a few standard controls and a confusing amount of strange levers. Most stuck up from holes in the console that were obviously well-placed blaster holes. One lever stood out, large sleek and professional, stuck from a hole that was actually round and actually had a cover. The pilot's hand met it, and pushed.

There was a sound like a vehicle changing gears. The soft whine of the space grade engine got deeper.

Aquatron was an optic in the view screen, reachable by maybe a half hour. Any warp would take you far, far out of the way. And yet... as it grew louder, you could unmistakably hear the sound of a warp drive powering up. It warbled in a strange, regular tempo. You notice his knee tire twitching nervously around in a circle, and it hits you that he has been carefully avoiding your gaze. Pinpricks of warp energy start to appear in the field around the view screen, lengthening ahead and obscuring space around the tiny coffin you were magnetically glued into.

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"Sssssso,"

The man scratched his elbow, and you felt a light sprinkle of rust settle on your knee.

"What makes you want to work out here in the middle of nowhere?"

The colors outside twisted, wisps of the fabric of your reality pulling away. You might have sworn it tickled as it passed.

Stranger Danger

@hell-of-a-copter

The kitchen chair you were lightly magnetized to was a little too small and a little too bumpily welded together in the middle. The cabin walls of the craft you occupied pressed against your winglets and the top of your head. Its unvarnished, slightly oxidized walls smelled tangy and looked grungy.

The cybertronian space pilot beside you was very, very beside you. It was hard to look at him this close in the small space, but you had seen enough of him while climbing in. He wore shiny, almost garish purple paint with green stripes.

Despite his mods and show, he had a short and fat frame inside which his engine begged for an oil change with an asthmatic cough. His wheel wells suggested he was a 4 wheeled, moderately large grounder. He huffed dust out of his vents carelessly, and it circulated in the relatively small cabin of his ship. The smell of stale lubricants and unkempt scratchy joints permeated the awkward silence.

You didn't know his name, but he had told you the job interview he was transporting you to was at "The Eddy", which you were pretty sure was a prestigious bar on Aquatron. The long-ago night on which you thought you remembered visiting this bar was fuzzy, and you hoped it was fuzzy for them, too, because they needed a waiter and you needed some shanix, and to refuel at some point this week.

You recognized his console as having a few standard controls and a confusing amount of strange levers. Most stuck up from holes in the console that were obviously well-placed blaster holes. One lever stood out, large sleek and professional, stuck from a hole that was actually round and actually had a cover. The pilot's hand met it, and pushed.

There was a sound like a vehicle changing gears. The soft whine of the space grade engine got deeper.

Aquatron was an optic in the view screen, reachable by maybe a half hour. Any warp would take you far, far out of the way. And yet... as it grew louder, you could unmistakably hear the sound of a warp drive powering up. It warbled in a strange, regular tempo. You notice his knee tire twitching nervously around in a circle, and it hits you that he has been carefully avoiding your gaze. Pinpricks of warp energy start to appear in the field around the view screen, lengthening ahead and obscuring space around the tiny coffin you were magnetically glued into.

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"Heh, yeah... pay's nice."

He didnt look up from his controls. Instead, he shifted different levers with a practiced ease. A wobble in the building energy outside stabilized, and another level changed the color a tad as a warp field brighter and more psychadelic than you had ever seen started to obscure the stars. Tiny electromagnetic currents danced across your plating, making your sensors a tad hazy with its static.

Stranger Danger

@hell-of-a-copter

The kitchen chair you were lightly magnetized to was a little too small and a little too bumpily welded together in the middle. The cabin walls of the craft you occupied pressed against your winglets and the top of your head. Its unvarnished, slightly oxidized walls smelled tangy and looked grungy.

The cybertronian space pilot beside you was very, very beside you. It was hard to look at him this close in the small space, but you had seen enough of him while climbing in. He wore shiny, almost garish purple paint with green stripes.

Despite his mods and show, he had a short and fat frame inside which his engine begged for an oil change with an asthmatic cough. His wheel wells suggested he was a 4 wheeled, moderately large grounder. He huffed dust out of his vents carelessly, and it circulated in the relatively small cabin of his ship. The smell of stale lubricants and unkempt scratchy joints permeated the awkward silence.

You didn't know his name, but he had told you the job interview he was transporting you to was at "The Eddy", which you were pretty sure was a prestigious bar on Aquatron. The long-ago night on which you thought you remembered visiting this bar was fuzzy, and you hoped it was fuzzy for them, too, because they needed a waiter and you needed some shanix, and to refuel at some point this week.

You recognized his console as having a few standard controls and a confusing amount of strange levers. Most stuck up from holes in the console that were obviously well-placed blaster holes. One lever stood out, large sleek and professional, stuck from a hole that was actually round and actually had a cover. The pilot's hand met it, and pushed.

There was a sound like a vehicle changing gears. The soft whine of the space grade engine got deeper.

Aquatron was an optic in the view screen, reachable by maybe a half hour. Any warp would take you far, far out of the way. And yet... as it grew louder, you could unmistakably hear the sound of a warp drive powering up. It warbled in a strange, regular tempo. You notice his knee tire twitching nervously around in a circle, and it hits you that he has been carefully avoiding your gaze. Pinpricks of warp energy start to appear in the field around the view screen, lengthening ahead and obscuring space around the tiny coffin you were magnetically glued into.

[multiversal-towing]

Stranger Danger

@hell-of-a-copter

The kitchen chair you were lightly magnetized to was a little too small and a little too bumpily welded together in the middle. The cabin walls of the craft you occupied pressed against your winglets and the top of your head. Its unvarnished, slightly oxidized walls smelled tangy and looked grungy.

The cybertronian space pilot beside you was very, very beside you. It was hard to look at him this close in the small space, but you had seen enough of him while climbing in. He wore shiny, almost garish purple paint with green stripes.

Despite his mods and show, he had a short and fat frame inside which his engine begged for an oil change with an asthmatic cough. His wheel wells suggested he was a 4 wheeled, moderately large grounder. He huffed dust out of his vents carelessly, and it circulated in the relatively small cabin of his ship. The smell of stale lubricants and unkempt scratchy joints permeated the awkward silence.

You didn't know his name, but he had told you the job interview he was transporting you to was at "The Eddy", which you were pretty sure was a prestigious bar on Aquatron. The long-ago night on which you thought you remembered visiting this bar was fuzzy, and you hoped it was fuzzy for them, too, because they needed a waiter and you needed some shanix, and to refuel at some point this week.

You recognized his console as having a few standard controls and a confusing amount of strange levers. Most stuck up from holes in the console that were obviously well-placed blaster holes. One lever stood out, large sleek and professional, stuck from a hole that was actually round and actually had a cover. The pilot's hand met it, and pushed.

There was a sound like a vehicle changing gears. The soft whine of the space grade engine got deeper.

Aquatron was an optic in the view screen, reachable by maybe a half hour. Any warp would take you far, far out of the way. And yet... as it grew louder, you could unmistakably hear the sound of a warp drive powering up. It warbled in a strange, regular tempo. You notice his knee tire twitching nervously around in a circle, and it hits you that he has been carefully avoiding your gaze. Pinpricks of warp energy start to appear in the field around the view screen, lengthening ahead and obscuring space around the tiny coffin you were magnetically glued into.

[multiversal-towing]

About:

Most universe-hopping tech is experimental, and experimental tech tends to have bugs. What happens if you stall out in the wavering void between worlds? You call a tow truck, or space-tugboat, driven by Driveline. So his job takes him all over the world(s).

Work isn't all he does- the ability to transform gives him a unique ability to people-watch. Even in social hubs where he can speak, he doesn't chat much, preferring to nurse a drink in a corner.

He's as secretive about his hobbies as he is about his life before this job. His continuity had a Cybertronian War, and he bears the scars from his gritty experience of it. Now, he hates violence, but will meet it in kind.

He's caring and sharp, which shows in how well he keeps his beloved multiversal ship, the Wormhole. It isn't sleek or pretty, but it's optimized. He has also scrawled his number across many void asteroids, and tries to learn as many languages as he can.

Accepting all starters, magic anons subject to approval.