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panzeriii-blog · 6 years

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A little story (Part 3)

Also of the image of Andy as he sat there and slowly stroked his thick penis to whatever he was looking at on his PC. Looking in the mirror, once again I could see my areolas through the top. That was okay, I didn't mind if Brett got a little show and I was sure Andy wouldn't even notice. Maybe I would tease him a little while I was down there.

As I walked into the living room I didn't make any attempt at hiding my breasts as they jiggled and swayed under my top and as I plopped down on the couch next to Andy.

"What are you boys watching?"

"Um, just the news Mom, why, do you want to watch something else?" Andy asked.

"Nope, just wondering," I said as I picked up a magazine and feigned reading to see if I could catch Brett looking at my breasts.

Out of the corner of my eye Brett was making head gestures to Andy about my boobs, and I noticed Andy looking at them as he sat next to me.

I watched Brett as he mouthed the words to Andy, "Look at those tits Andy."

Andy mouthed back, "Yeah, see I told you!"

After seeing that I got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen, letting my breasts bounce all the way in to get a glass of juice. I stayed in the kitchen to see if I could hear what they were saying, and I didn't have to wait long.

"See, I told you she might wear that," Andy said.

Brett replied, "Damn man, those babies are nice, if she wasn't your mom I would make a move on that shit."

Andy snickered, "Hell man I don't care, do whatever you want."

That gave me an idea. Walking back into the living room I asked Brett, "So Brett, do you have a girlfriend or anything?" while plopping down on the couch intentionally to make my boobs bounce.

"No ma'am, I have been way too busy with the business to have a girl, hopefully Andy here will work enough to give me some free time," he replied, all the [time - while] looking at my breasts.

"Well you are welcome here anytime for dinner if that would make it easier on you." I said.

"Thanks Mrs.... er Maggie, I appreciate that, and I may just take you up on that if you don't mind."

"Oh not at all, it wouldn't be a bother." I said.

Andy moved to lie down on the couch and put his legs up in my lap and as I looked over at him I could see a bulge in his pants. Did he have an erection from looking at my breasts? I could definitely make out the bulge in Brett's pants as he watched TV.

"Well, I need to get going," Brett said as he got up out of the chair. "It's going to be a long day tomorrow. Andy, remember we have to finish that entire landscape job by the end of the day," he said as he put on his shoes.

"Yeah I know, we should be able to do it," Andy replied.

"Have a good night Maggie, and Andy, I will see you tomorrow morning, I will be here at seven a.m. sharp."

"Okay Brett see ya in the morning," Andy said.

I got up off the couch and walked Brett to the door. "Goodnight Brett, remember what I said."

Brett, looking down at my boobs, replied, "I definitely will take you up on that Maggie," [he said as he turned and walked - before turning and walking] out the door.

"Hey Mom," Andy yelled from the living room, "What did you get at the store?"

"Oh it's nothing, just some new tops for work," I said.

"Could you try one on and show me what they look like?" Andy asked as he sat up on the couch.

"Do you really want me to model them for you?" I asked.

"Sure, I like the way you dress for work, I bet you'll look great in them," he said.

"Okay, but bear in mind that I may not be able to wear them at work, they may be a bit too revealing."

"Yeah, no problem Mom, I won't be too critical," he said with an impish little grin.

"Be right back," I told him as I went to my bedroom.

Hmmmm, what should I do, wear the tops without a bra or just wear a black low-cut bra underneath, decisions, decisions. I first put on a pair of pantyhose and then slipped on a short gray shirt that was a little snug but not too bad. Next I removed my tank top and tried on the loose-fitting black sheer top without the bra.

I turned and looked in the mirror. "Not too bad, not too bad," I said to myself. You could make out my breasts but if I stood in the living room by the chair they wouldn't be too noticeable. I went with that look, I decided.

Slipping into my black heels I walked out towards the living room and told Andy to turn down the lights just a little, I didn't want to scare him I said with a chuckle.

"Okay Mom, ready when you are," he said.

With that I walked into the room giving a little twirl and stood far enough away that hopefully he couldn't make out too much, The problem was I discovered that my boobs were jiggling and swaying all over with just the slightest bounce in my step as the sheer gauzy fabric didn't provide the least bit of support.

"Wow Mom you look fantastic," Andy said with a grin, "I love the top. I can see why you might not be able to wear that to work, all the guys would get boners!"

"Andy!" I cried.

"No Mom, really, they would. Can I feel the fabric?" Andy asked.

"Sure," I replied and slowly walked toward the couch. As I stepped into the lighted area of the room my breasts came into full view.

"Wow Mom those... er, that looks really nice," and after running his hand along my side he said, "Yeah, that feels real nice. You said you had some other ones, could I see those too?"

Looking down at my son as he sat on the couch running his hand on my side through the filmy blouse, I replied, "I will be right back."

Changing out of my pantyhose and slipping on a garter belt, I put my new black stockings on and tried on the cream colored blouse. This one really allowed my boobs to show through, but I was so turned on by modeling my clothes that I forgot all about who was looking at them. Neglecting to put on panties I made my way back to the living room.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked Andy as I stepped into the room.

"Oh my God," Andy said. "Now you are giving me a boner."

I did notice that he had a good-sized bulge in the front of his pants once again.

"Andy, I'm your mother for goodness sakes."

"I can't help it Mom," he replied, "you have the biggest ones I have ever seen!"

"I am glad you like the tops, but now I am going to go to my bedroom to change and do some work on the computer. What are you going to do?" I said as I felt my nipples hardening under my blouse.

"I am going to bed I think," he said, "I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Can Brett come over for dinner again after work?"

Thinking of the little tease show I put on for Brett earlier tonight, I decided to take it a step farther if the chance presented itself. "That would be fine, I hope he won't mind leftovers.

"Oh no," Andy said, "maybe you could model for both of us, I know Brett would like to see your tops."

"You wouldn't mind if you saw your mother modeling for Brett?"

"No, that would be fine Mom, really" he said.

"Okay sweetie, I am going to my room, see you in the morning."

"Night Mom," Andy replied, "I hope you sleep good."

I got to my room and sat down on the bed and realized that my pussy was absolutely soaking wet! So wet, in fact, that it made a spot on the back of my skirt. No problem, I thought, as I slipped it off. I would wear a different one tomorrow night.

I reached over to the nightstand and wrapped my fingers around my favorite toy, walked to the desk, sat down at my computer and clicked on my IM to see if either one of my internet friends were on. Still wearing my blouse and stockings, I scooted forward on the chair, spread my legs, and inserted the dildo into my waiting, wet pussy.

It slid into me without the least bit of resistance. [All the way in - delete this] I pushed it, taking all eight inches at once, filling my hot pussy. Ping! I heard as an IM from Mowerman264 popped up on my screen.

Mowerman264: hi baby

Hotmommy51: Hi

Mowerman264: what r u up to

Hotmommy51: I am being really naughty

Mowerman264: mmmmm i like that what r you doin

Hotmommy51: I am sitting here playing with my toy

Mowerman264: omg, how u playing

Hotmommy51: I have it all the way inside me right now

Mowerman264: omg i wish i was there inside u would u want a big stiff young cock right now baby

Hotmommy51: Oh yes, I would love to feel you inside me, how big are you?

Mowerman264: 9 ½ inches

Hotmommy51: God yes, I want to feel that

Mowerman264: hav u evr had 9 ½ baby

Hotmommy51: No

Mowerman264: how big hav u had

David wasn't exactly that well endowed although he did know how to use it!

Hotmommy51: About 6-6 1/2

Mowerman264: i would luv to show u my cock in person would you like that would you suck it baby

Hotmommy51: mmmmm yes I would love to see it and suck it

Mowerman264: think u could take it all in ur mouth

Hotmommy51: I would try

Hotmommy51: BRB

Mowerman264: k

Letting the fat dildo slip out of my pussy, I sat it on the desk and put on my robe to go down the hall to the bathroom. Once again Andy's door was slightly ajar. As I walked past I looked in and saw him again in front of his computer screen. Moving out of his line of sight I stood there for a moment to see what he was doing.

He was moving his mouse with his right hand, the fingers of his left hand were wrapped around his enormous shaved penis and was stroking it up and down. My nipples became instantly erect and I felt a surge of wetness between my legs as I watched my son stroking his huge cock.

Up and down his hand went, ever so slowly, every now and then sliding up over the engorged cockhead and then back down to the base as he watched his computer screen. I had to walk away; this was my son for goodness sakes! I decided to give Mowerman one of the pictures of my wet pussy I took the other day when I got back to the room.

Hotmommy51: Still there?

Mowerman264: yep

Hotmommy51: I have a surprise for you

Mowerman264: what is it

I located the picture, me laying on the bed with my heels on, dildo all the way in my wet pussy, fuzzed out the face a little bit and sent it to him.

Hotmommy51: check your e mail

Mowerman264: k

Mowerman264: oh yeah baby u r so fucking hot i want to lick that hot pussy of yours and suck those big tits

Hotmommy51: Can I suck your big cock while you lick me? u look like someone I know

Hotmommy51: I do?

Mowerman264: yeah u kinda look like my mom she is hot to she was showin me her tits tonight i wanted to touch them

Oh my God, could this be, could I be having a sex conversation with my own son? I had to find out.

Hotmommy51: What are you doing right now?

Mowerman264: sitting at my computer

Hotmommy51: Is your mom home?

Mowerman264: yeah she is in her room working

It is! I am chatting and sending naked pictures of myself to my own son! It was too late to take it back, let's see what he is thinking.

Hotmommy51: Your mom showed you her boobs?

Mowerman264: yeah she was showing me a new top she bought and didn't wear a bra

Hotmommy51: You could see through the top?

Mowerman264: yeah she has big tits like you

Hotmommy51: Do you like your moms big boobs?

Mowerman264: oh yeah i would love to touch and suck them

Hotmommy51: Maybe she would let you

Mowerman264: i don't think so i think she would let my friend tho

Hotmommy51: who's your friend?

Mowerman264: brett i work for him he thinks she is hot too

Hotmommy51: He does?

Mowerman264: yeah he likes her tits and her ass

Hotmommy51: What do you think about that?

Mowerman264: I asked her to model her new top for brett tomorrow i hope she does maybe we will both get to see her tits

I couldn't believe what he was telling me, he wants to see his mother's boobs with a friend of his. I wonder what else he wants to see.

Hotmommy51: Maybe she will show you more than her boobs, would you like that?

Mowerman264: oh yeah baby i want to see her like the pic you sent me brett would to he wants to fuck her

Hotmommy51: Your friend wants to fuck your Mom?

Mowerman264: yeah i would like to do some things to

Hotmommy51: Like suck her boobs?

Mowerman264: yeah and maybe even more to

Hotmommy51: Like what?

Mowerman264: just what I would like to do to you baby u hav me soooo horny again

Hotmommy51: What do you want to do to her?

Mowerman264: i would like to put my cock in her mouth and let her suck it

Hotmommy51: You would!?

Mowerman264: yeah baby think she would like my big cock

Hotmommy51: yes

Mowerman264: brett has a big cock to baby think she would like it. Is it like yours?

Mowerman264: yeah maybe not as long but bigger around

Hotmommy51: Yes she would probably like that as well

Mowerman264: i hope she shows us tomorrow

Hotmommy51 I think she will

Mowerman264: y do u say that

Hotmommy51: Just a feeling I guess, I need to get to bed now what are you going to do?

Mowerman264: i am going to jack off to ur pic and go to sleep

I couldn't believe my son is going to masturbate while looking at a picture of me.

Hotmommy51: OK hon you have a good night, and good luck tomorrow night, IM me and let me know what happened OK?

Mowerman264: ok sure ur hot baby

Hotmommy51: Thanks night

Mowerman264: bye

I hurried home after work the next day, thinking about Brett and Andy and what kind of show they might want to see. They arrived a little after six p.m.

"Hi Mom, leftovers for dinner?" Andy asked as he walked in the door.

"Yep, you guys go ahead and get whatever you would like," I replied

"Hi Maggie hope you don't mind me joining you again," Brett asked.

"Oh no problem hon you are welcome anytime," I said with a quick smile.

After the boys finished their dinner they both came into the living room to watch TV. I was waiting for Andy to ask if I was going to model my tops, but he never asked until around nine o'clock, he must have been waiting for it to get dark.

Finally he asked, "Hey Mom, would you mind modeling your new tops for Brett?"

"I'm not sure Brett really wants to see them Andy," I answered bashfully.

"I would love to see them Mrs. Culver, if you wouldn't mind," Brett said from across the room. "Andy said you look very nice in your new clothes."

"Okay, if you want me too, Brett. Why don't you sit on the couch with Andy, that way you both can see," I said as I walked to my bedroom. "Andy, please turn down the lights a little in there," I yelled from my room."

"Okay Mom."

Stripping off my clothes, panties and bra, I looked though my closet and found a short black knit skirt that I used to wear for David when the kids were gone. Then I put on the same black garter that I wore the night before, along with the natural stockings. I slipped into the skirt and put on the black sheer top.

As I looked into the full length mirror I noticed that my nipples were already stiff and my entire chest could be seen quite clearly. Perfect, I thought as I raised my leg and placed it on the bed only to see that it exposed most of my shaved pussy as the skirt was [that - so] short.

"Oh that's perfect," I said aloud. "That will give them something to look at."

Slipping on my black three-inch heels I made my way toward the living room. Good, Andy had turned down the lights, I thought to myself as I slowly walked into the living room. Brett and Andy were across the room sitting on the couch as I left them. The lights were dim behind them so they wouldn't have that good of a look at me from there.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked.

"Wow," Mrs. Culver, you look fantastic," Brett said.

I let him call me Mrs. Culver as I thought it added a bit of sexuality to the evening.

"Yeah Mom, that's really something," Andy said with a quick grin.

"Could we get a closer look?" Brett asked.

"Sure thing," I said and walked a bit closer to the couch, my breasts bouncing and swaying as I walked. I noticed that both young men had erections considering the large bulges in the front of their trousers.

"Can I feel the material" Brett asked.

"Go ahead if you want Brett," I said. He leaned forward just a little and rubbed the material between his thumb and forefinger. "Mmmmm nice, feel it Andy." [Brett said. - delete]

Andy did the same thing, feeling the material. I could feel the skirt hiking up on my thighs as the boys felt my blouse, and after a quick look I could see the tops of my stockings were showing.

"God Mrs. Culver you look fantastic!" Brett said.

"Why don't you sit down here on the couch between us?"

"Don't mind if I do," I said as I sat down between the boys, crossing my legs and giving them a show.

Brett leaned toward me and took a deep breath of my perfume and said, "Mmmmm, Mrs. Culver, you smell really good."

"Why thank you Brett."

"Yeah Mom you do," Andy said as he once again touched the fabric on my blouse.

Unbuttoning the top three buttons of my blouse, I told them, "I hope you boys don't mind It seems to be getting hot in this room."

"Let me help you with that," Brett said as he reached over and slowly unbuttoned the fourth button. "I love your breasts Mrs. Culver," Brett whispered as he gently brushed his hand across my stiff nipple through the blouse.

On the other side I could feel Andy's soft touch on my right breast as he gently cupped the bottom of it. "Oh Mom, you have such big boobs," he said as he continued to gently cup and squeeze the bottom of my breast.

"Be careful young man," I whispered to Andy as Brett's hand slid down my blouse and he quickly released another button.

He softly pulled the fabric open and exposed my entire left breast. "Mrs. Culver," he whispered in my ear, "may I kiss your beautiful tits?"

"Mmmmm," I softly moaned as I felt his warm breath on my shoulder then down my breast and onto my stiff nipple. "Mmmm, you are such a naughty boy," I whispered as Andy also pulled away the fabric on his side and took a nipple into his warm mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

I reached my arms around both boys' shoulders, running my hands into their hair and guiding them as they suckle my erect nipples. Leaning my head back in ecstasy I expose even more of my breasts to their [waiting - hungry] mouths.

" Mmmm yes, please don't stop," I whispered huskily, guiding their mouths against my breasts as they both continued to lick, kiss and suckle each one, making soft suckling sounds.

Andy could hardly believe he was sucking his mother's big tit, he thought to himself as she gently pulled Brett's and his head away from them. He watched as she got up from the couch and turns to face them before straightening out her skirt, her big tits jiggling as she did.

Andy's big cock was straining to be released as he watched her kneel down in front of Brett. Running her small hands up the inside of his thighs and up to his waist she unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans. He watched his mother reach into Brett's boxers, wrap her fingers around his already-stiff cock and pulled it out.

Brett leaned his head back and moaned, "Oh yeah baby, stroke my cock."

Andy looked on as his Mother slowly stroked his huge cock, occasionally looking over, giving him a sly smile, her breasts totally exposed and nipples erect. Oh my God, he thought to himself, she is jacking him off, wow, this is better than a porno movie.

Almost closing her eyes Andy's mom, while still looking at Andy, leaned forward and flicked the underside of Brett's mammoth cockhead with her tongue.

"Mmmmm yeah baby, lick it," Brett whispered.

She pulled the big cock towards her and licked around the swollen head, occasionally kissing down the rock-hard shaft as she still looked at Andy with her half-closed eyes. Brett's hands moved their way down along her sides and he squeezed her fat tits as they hung down.

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verdigrisprowl · 6 years

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July 11 Blurr’s Horror Stream - ASOUE: The Ersatz Elevator

Neither Prowl nor the Constructicons were here.

Whirl was, though! He has returned to Cybertron. And of course, his first priority was horror movie night.

Blurr 9:11 pm ( okay. It sEEMS like I have good one. I think. ) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm ((\o/)) Blurr 9:13 pm ( just let me know if it's really bad. I have to leave one headphone off because my roommate demands attention 24/7 ) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm ((didn't you move to get AWAY from that)) Blurr 9:14 pm yeah but she's 'sad ' right now ] somethin' about her friend with benefits not wanting to be an item ??? ) I'm too cynical for this >>;;; ) Whirl 9:17 pm aight let me know when y'all are ready cos i need to paint A Word Picture for y'all)) Blurr 9:17 pm (I'm waitin' for everyone to be ready, too !) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm ((i'm ready to pop in and go whenever)) VProwl 9:18 pm ((idek if im gonna bring someone ic, go get started)) Blurr 9:20 pm /any. way. Here he is, horrific upgrades and all. Welcome to the pARTY / Whirl 9:20 pm ((ACK, WOULD IT BE easier for you to be IC if i stayed ooc?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm *Soundwave and Rumble drop in, though not before looking into the room with a feeler. It's been a long time. Who knows where certain medics might be roaming by now?* *Coast looks clear-ish. They'll take their seats.* Blurr 9:27 pm / wiggles claws at. He doesn't seem to have many people lingering on the ship this time- the crew is very busy doing their usual business./ VProwl 9:27 pm ((my IC or OOC ness is completely unrelated to anything Whirl does)) Blurr 9:27 pm / though who KNOWS where Ratchet is. Dude is a mystery / Whirl 9:27 pm ((okee dokee, i just wasn't sure, i didn't wanna throw a wrench in the works, sorry)) VProwl 9:27 pm ((prowl stopped coming ages ago. now i can only take constructicons and i don't feel like taking constructicons.)) ((they only come to SOUE to record it for prowl and right now prowl is in full Ask For Nothing At All Ever From The Constructicons mode)) ((so yeah unless i change my mind at the last second im probably only here to watch for myself)) Blurr 9:28 pm (( whenever y'all are ready, I'll start, btw. )) VProwl 9:29 pm ((ready)) Whirl 9:29 pm AIGHT, well, i'm sorry blurr and soundwave & co but there are less people to distract whirl you're going to get Full Force Whirl Presence)) I'm ready, just bout to drag me boy in)) Blurr 9:29 pm (( Do it. )) Whirl 9:29 pm *is just suddenly there in the doorway, blinking slowly. Whirl looks like he’s been dragged backward through a particularly dirty chimney, with most of his plating covered in soot and scorchmarks. Aside from a few superficial scratches and a cracked optic, he actually doesn’t seem to be wounded. The entire weapons array that used to be under his cockpit is just flat-out gone, replaced by a bevy of new accoutrements: a thick collar with the broken end of a restraining pole still dangling from it, two long serial numbers that have been enameled into his stabilizer fins, a handful of broken devices (which seem to be stasis locks and other neutralizing contraptions) cold welded to various parts of his anatomy, and finally, most noticeably, a partially-functioning mode-lock clamped onto his back* Whirl deep breath 9:29 pm Whirl 9:30 pm Any chance I could get one of you to do me a favor? ((A Word Picture is now complete)) Blurr 9:30 pm / snort / I DO owe you one, don't I? What happened to you, hnnh? Get stuck in a jail or something? Whirl 9:31 pm Got it in one. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *Rumble's up on his feet in an instant.* //What the FRAG-- What favor?// Whirl bobs his head in tired greeting 9:31 pm Whirl 9:31 pm Could someone please get this fragging MODE-LOCK off of me because it's DRIVING ME CRAZY. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm *Soundwave lifts up both feelers. Come over, if Blurr doesn't go over there first.* Whirl 9:34 pm *will trot on over and hunker down a bit so Soundwave can reach it easier. ...not that he probably needs to because Endless Spaghetti Arms but still* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm [[Don't move. He'd rather not lose his tendrils.]] *They're going to poke around and beneath the mode lock to try to figure out how it comes off. Might be a little wiggly in there.* Whirl is now making the exact face that his avatar is making 9:36 pm ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *In about a minute he'll have it deactivated and pulled off.* [[Hmm. Do you want this?]] Whirl 9:39 pm No. God, no, by all means, just. Obliterate it. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm [[As you wish.]] *Soundwave hands it to Rumble, who is more than happy to punch it to pieces with a couple hits from a piledriver.* *...The ground might shake a little in the process. Sorry bout that, Blurr.* Whirl 9:40 pm *the VERY FIRST thing he tries to do is transform, but there's too many things stuck to him at the moment and he just kind of. Falls over. Lays there for a moment* *caught somewhere between modes* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm *...Soundwave snaps a pic, silently.*??//Uh. You - you alive?// Whirl 9:43 pm I can't be sure, but I THINK so. *shifts back, and with great dignity, makes his slow way over to the hammock and clambers inside. After a moment he just pokes his head over the side of the hammock* So. How you guys been? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm *Rumble kicks the junked mode lock bits side and sits wher ehe is.* //Pretty good, I guess. Been lookin' into the writin' classes we got on planet. Boss moved to Intelligence insteada the Security Forces. 'N he--// ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm *Soundwave pings him a warning. Rumble resets his vocalizer.* //'N he been doin' good on business. Plus, we found them barnacles. Stickin' themselves to space slugs. Weird scrap.// //But that ain't important. HOW THE FRAG'D THEY CATCH -YOU?-// Blurr 9:48 pm / anyway pretend he zoned out because like I was gone / Whirl 9:49 pm *nods very slowly* Y'know what? Good. Damn good. I--*okay he deserves this yelling* I think someone was tailing me last time I got stuck. Went out to get some stuff for my ship and wham. ...okay it's actually a lot more complicated that "wham" but I got back about... maybe. Six hours ago. I'm a little out of it. Whirl in a sort of permanently half-zoned state, Blurr's in good company 9:50 pm ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm *They both shake their head. They never thought they'd see the day.* Whirl 9:50 pm Hey, Teach? If you got any liquid snacks I'm starving. And I'm gonna eat them all. Blurr 9:51 pm Oh, there's plenty. /motions to table/ We just harvested an entire freighter Whirl 9:52 pm I should've called YOU to come get me. *peers resentfully at the snack table. How dare it be so far away. He'll get it in a second* So. I might... *trails off* Blurr 9:52 pm I can get it. I just invested in a new set of legs. Whirl 9:53 pm ((oh my god the sheer amount of innuendo in this is staggering)) Blurr 9:53 pm /smirks/ Oh, me? I would have ADORED to slaughter an entire jail. Whirl 9:53 pm Again? Damn, Teach, you don't waste time. So. *looks to Soundwave and Rumble* I might... be. In a little trouble. My official story is: I fell down a flight of stairs. Blurr 9:54 pm Waste time doing what? Investing in new legs? Whirl 9:55 pm Yep. Blurr 9:56 pm Well, these ones are more suited for me. The speed upgrades work better with these ones. Less burn in the legs, less broken gears. Whirl 9:56 pm BRB!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm //Musta been some damn important stairs.// ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm [[What is it you require?]] Blurr 9:57 pm Stairs are unnecessary... Blurr 9:59 pm (( Olaf would be one amazing cosplayer )) Whirl 10:01 pm Just don't rat me out to the... I dunno. The space police, or whatever. God, the world changed since I was gone. Blurr? Being... RESPONSIBLE? I mgiht not be in the right dimension, after all. Blurr 10:01 pm / snort / Whirl 10:02 pm *he isn't ENTIRELY flippant about this, as much as he likes to pretend he is, and he's also not so oblivious that he doesn't know what he should do next* Hey, Rumble? Could I get you over here a second? Comm's out. ((time to do everything in my power to get salmonella)) Windchill 10:02 pm (( WHY you do this. Are you eating raw eggs. )) Blurr 10:03 pm My profession is literally stealing and piracy. Windchill 10:04 pm (( Oh. )) Blurr 10:04 pm Police are the last mechs on my speed dial list. K-Kyeheeheh. Well, except that one I bribed... / taps chinplate / Think I might have eaten that one, though. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm [[No mech will hear that you have returned unless you explicitly give him permission to tell them. At least, not from his work unit.]] Blurr 10:05 pm (( the fan. I can't )) VProwl 10:05 pm ((the water aside, i would kill for some salmon rn)) Blurr 10:05 pm (( mood )) Whirl 10:05 pm i bequeath my cosmic allowance of salmon to y'all)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm //Yeah! Sure.// *Rumble wasn't sure if he ought to ask about the hammock, but now that he's been invited over, he'll trot that way - and up, if permitted.* Whirl 10:06 pm *just nods to Blurr and Soundwave, closing his optic. Please enjoy his genuine gratitude* Thanks. VProwl 10:08 pm ((eyyyy bob)) Whirl 10:08 pm *will absolutely help Rumble up and shift so he can get comfortable. He speaks very softly, garnering as much privacy as he can without comms* Sorry for not calling. I wasn't able to get a message out. Blurr 10:08 pm (( I would wear this costume for years ) Whirl 10:08 pm this would be a fantastic cosplay)) Blurr 10:08 pm ( the eyes bobble. I'm screaming ) VProwl 10:09 pm ((every time he says sallmun)) Blurr 10:10 pm ((( I can't. )) Whirl 10:10 pm kdl;de)) u right)) Windchill 10:11 pm *Appears to ruin the evening, sorry y'all.* Blurr 10:12 pm / wiggles claws in a wave. / Windchill 10:12 pm ((Plunger...harpoons? )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm *Good thing it's Rumble and not Frenzy, or else there'd be no privacy whatsoever. Rumble whispers just fine, and Soundwave pretends not to still be able to hear it.* //Hey, nah. Nah. 'S okay. Jus' - glad ya ain't there no more, y'know? 'N anybody's sorry, it's me, on account of we wasn't no help to ya.// ((this food is so vile)) Blurr 10:13 pm ( blegh ) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm *Soundwave bobs his helm at Windchill.* Windchill 10:14 pm *Waves dramatically.* Blurr 10:16 pm Honestly, he's terrible at assassinating people. Honestly. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm ((those teeth are creeping me out)) Blurr 10:17 pm (( they're like way too white )) Whirl 10:17 pm So'm I. *shakes his head a little* Nothing you could've done. Nothing anybody could've done, except me. And I did it. *shifts a little--he might be curling up around Rumble just a little. Just a little* I gotta say, though, Teach--advice for life. Whirl raises his head when he senses Windchill, and gives a very nonchalant nod. "Sup?" 10:17 pm Blurr 10:17 pm Advice for life? You're giving /me/ advice? I suppose I'll listen to yours. VProwl 10:18 pm ((im remembering that post about how tfp starscream's human form would definitely be count olaf)) ((i can absolutely see him performing this song)) ((exactly this way)) Whirl 10:18 pm No, I was saying, the song is advice for life. I might be a little rattled but I'm well aware what it would look like if I gave you advice. Right now. SHINT)) Blurr 10:19 pm Aw, come on. Advice from you is probably the most logical advice I ever hear. Aside from... well. Drift's. His advice is pretty great. Windchill 10:19 pm *Squints at the crispy weirdo that looks like it might have once been...a Whirl.* Whirl 10:20 pm You can never tell him I said this--ANY of you--but... you're not completely wrong, Teach. Blurr 10:20 pm / smirks and wiggles claws in the air slightly / Of course not. I'm an educator, not usually wrong. /is wrong a lot tbh/ ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *Rumble notices and oh-so-slowly-and-carefully readjusts a leg so it's bumped up against Whirl a little more.* //Listen - Frenzy's still learnin' medic stuff. If y'need help gettin' all that slag off, we maybe could try.// ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm //Welp, they're gonna die.// Whirl 10:25 pm Yeah, I might take you up on that. Most of it's not dug in, it's slapped on. Like... glued. But with metal. Except for the thing-- *wiggles one of his fins irritably* Looks worse'n it is. Blurr 10:25 pm You know, Whirl... I'm just saying. I've got a medic that really likes your anatomical makeup. He'd be willing to put you back together and then some. / Piston misses you / Whirl 10:26 pm Oh, PLEASE send Piston after me. I've got half a year's worth of pent-up frustration and I'd LOVE to get it out of my system. Blurr 10:27 pm Oye... no hurting my mortician. Despite his usually... eh. /shrugs/ weird? personality, he's actually quite useful. Windchill 10:28 pm *Sits his giant BUTT on the floor, finally.* Whirl 10:28 pm I'm sure to SOME folks. *peers peevishly at Blurr* Piston just better keep his distance. But in all seriousness, I'm not really hurt. Blurr 10:29 pm Yes, but Piston COULD help fix... everything else. Whirl 10:29 pm Oh shit, was that an earthquake? Oh, wait. No. It was just YOU. *zoops his head out of the hammock to stare accustingly at Windchill* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm //Maybe I oughta stick a pair of Windchill afts where my piledrivers go.// Blurr 10:29 pm K-Kyeheheh. Windchill 10:29 pm *Would retract his head sheepishly, but his collar doesn't allow it. He just bobs his head stupidly instead.* Don't be mean to me. Blurr 10:30 pm You know, it was an offer of absolute honesty. I wouldn't let Piston do anything... odd. He's a bit in a good mood- you're way off his radar. Whirl 10:30 pm You'd be too POWERFUL, Rumble. Windchill 10:30 pm ...This is true. Whirl 10:31 pm Being mean is just how I show affection. Blurr 10:31 pm It's the best way, honestly. Whirl 10:31 pm And... thanks, Teach. I think I'll let Frenzy handle that bit. But, if you're in the mood to hand out favors... mind if I crash here tonight? Windchill 10:31 pm *Shrugs.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm //Yer right. Can't get too strong. Don't want Devastator gettin' jealous of my strength.// Windchill 10:32 pm ...Why not? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm *Soundwave just huffs. Good thing the Constructicons weren't here to hear that.* Whirl 10:32 pm Well now we know what we need to do if we ever got to defeat Devastator. Blurr 10:32 pm /hums and drums claws together/ Well, I suppose we could spare a room. /snort/ Joking. K-Kyeheheheh. Of course you can! You can stay in one of the more suited rooms- furthest from Piston. Windchill 10:33 pm *We need to duplicate his butt and weld them to Rumble's hands?* Whirl 10:33 pm In all seriousness, though... *bobs his head at Windchill again; please enjoy a moment of sincerity* Good to see you. Windchill 10:33 pm Oh yeah? You look like poo. Whirl nods 10:34 pm Whirl 10:34 pm I fell down a flight of stairs. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm ((I FINALLY JUST FIGURED OUT WHO ESME'S ACTRESS IS)) ((that's been bothering me all night)) Whirl 10:35 pm she's been in a lot of stuff! Ella Enchanted, The 10th Kingdom)) Windchill 10:35 pm *Kind of just...looks Whirl up and down with his good eye. The other one is watching the show.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm ((yeah, Sally Peep, heh)) Windchill 10:35 pm Must have been hella stairs. I believe it. Whirl 10:35 pm ((she's such a patoot)) Whirl nods gravely. "It was." 10:35 pm Whirl 10:36 pm Actually I got caught. And had to bust my way out. Which, as you can see... did. But the stairs is my official story. If you don't mind, Teach, I was just going to. Not leave this hammock until tomorrow. VProwl 10:37 pm ((that baby is such a great actor)) Windchill 10:37 pm Ah. Blurr 10:37 pm I suppose. You could do that, too. Windchill 10:37 pm Well. Whirl 10:37 pm she really is, tbh)) Whirl is now going to reach over to those drinks Blurr brought near and start drinking. Just tossing his head back again and again. Like some kind of bobbing bird. LIKE A MACHINE. These snacks don't stand a chance. 10:39 pm Windchill 10:40 pm *Gasps with sudden realization.* Whirl...LIED to me about hella stairs. To my very face. Whirl 10:41 pm *doesn't stop drinking, even while he answers* NO. Surely not. Doesn't sound like WHIRL. Windchill 10:41 pm Yes it does. *Points accusingly.* Whirl pauses just long enough to look innocent. And then goes back to drinking 10:42 pm Windchill 10:43 pm *Slowly lowers his claw.* I'll forgive it...this time. Blurr 10:44 pm how merciful. Windchill 10:46 pm But ONLY, *he lifts his claw imperiously* because I missed the perpetrator of these foul untruths. Whirl finally finishes his marathon run on these snacks 10:46 pm Whirl 10:46 pm Yeah. You just missed him, too. Windchill 10:46 pm Shut up, butthole. Whirl 10:47 pm What's it saying? Windchill 10:48 pm Pure LIES. And hot air. Whirl 10:49 pm Hmm. I believe it. Windchill 10:49 pm Good, you can trust me. *Maybe.* Windchill 10:51 pm *But probably not.* Whirl 10:51 pm *DOUBTFUL* Windchill 10:51 pm *Smiles and flutters his lashes innocently.* Whirl *he un-zoops and retreats back to the sanctity of the hammock* How's the little wriggler doing? 10:51 pm Whirl 10:51 pm ...welp)) Windchill 10:52 pm Little? Whirl 10:53 pm Okay, fair, how's your gargantuan offspring doing? Windchill 10:54 pm That's more like it. She's fat. Whirl 10:54 pm Once I take care of my... whole. Everything, I'll try and swing by. Windchill 10:55 pm Eh, she'd probably recognize you, even looking like that. Whirl 10:55 pm Sadly, I didn't pick up any new and exciting foul language in prison. As unlikely as that sounds. Windchill 10:55 pm I'm shocked. Whirl 10:57 pm Yeah. Apparently I'm *huge claw air-quotes* "Too unruly" and "a danger to myself and others" so I spent a good amount of time out of it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm //Puh. Jus' means they were big cowards.// *Mutter mutter.* Whirl 10:58 pm *snorts* More or less. ...but if you get locked up, I mean. Worse ways to spend it than unconscious. Windchill 10:59 pm I...guess? I mean, I can vouch for that. *Shrugs helplessly.* Whirl 10:59 pm *one-armed shrug in return* And speaking of unconscious I'm... probably not gonna make it through whatever you guys decide to watch next, so. If I fall asleep don't wake me up. Blurr 11:00 pm Piston might. IF you're lucky. Windchill 11:00 pm Good night, sweet prince. I'll knock you out right now if you want. Whirl 11:01 pm Yeah, well, it'll be unlucky for HIM. *hunkers down in the hammock* Thank you, sweet princess, but I think I'm good. And, yeah. I said it, and yeah, I'm gonna say it again, and if any of you guys give me slag about it I'll make you regret it but--good to see you all again. All of you. *Rumble gets an additional nudge* Windchill 11:02 pm You say that now. Blurr 11:03 pm / smirks and wiggles claws at Whirl / Good to see you, too. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:05 pm //No slag, promise. Not about that, anyhow. Gotta pick somethin' better.// *Snickers and nudges back.* Whirl 11:05 pm *snorts at Windchill--it's a genuine laugh. You earned it, big guy* I come back, Rumble, and already you're threatening me. *shakes head mock-dramatically* It's good to be... well. Not home. But whatever this is. Windchill 11:06 pm *More LIES.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm *Looks around.* //A ship, I think. Either that or a big ol' rusty bucket.// Whirl 11:07 pm Well I was referring to this dimension's Cybertron and surrounding affiliated areas but that works. Blurr 11:07 pm Excuse me? Windchill 11:07 pm *Rolls onto his knees. Turns out his giant butt offers little to no cushioning on floors.* Blurr 11:07 pm It's a /great/ ship. And right now, we're not very far from a quadrant that is radiating a power source that I simply /must/ have. Windchill 11:10 pm *Okay, hands and knees. Getting up is hard.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm //You 'n them treasures, pffff. Somebody's gonna trap ya with a fake one day.// *Whispering again:* //Psss. Whirl. Y'want the hammock all to your own self, or's it okay I maybe don't go?// ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm [[Do you need help, Windchill?]] Whirl 11:11 pm Someone, please help Old Man Windchill over here. Windchill 11:11 pm Do NOT. Whirl 11:11 pm DO. Windchill 11:11 pm If I want help I'll ask. I'm a big boy. Whirl 11:11 pm Well OBVIOUSLY. Windchill 11:11 pm But it's funnier this way. Blurr 11:11 pm K-Kyeheheheh. Someone already TRIED to. They missed me, obviously. /wiggles claws/ Besides, this is the real deal. Something genuinely powerful and strong. Whirl 11:11 pm *and lowers his head to whisper back* I'd... like it, if you stayed. Blurr 11:11 pm It radiates across the wavelengths with extremely strong waves... plus, I think it might be something unique. Windchill 11:13 pm *Grunts and deliberately makes a spectacle of getting up, employing as many ungodly creaks as possible since he's been CALLED OUT.* *You must all suffer for it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm *Soundwave just turns his audio receptors down. It's easier.* Whirl 11:14 pm Gnight, loser. I'll call you up when my comms are working again. Windchill 11:14 pm Who...me? Whirl 11:14 pm Yes, you. Blurr 11:14 pm /cackling at Windchill because wow how obnoxious, he loves it / Windchill 11:14 pm Fuck you, Whirl. But okay. Blurr 11:14 pm You know, Whirl, Blaster could get your comms working. You just have to deal with his ... idiocy. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm *He'll trust Rumble with Whirl on this ship for one night. May any wayward "doctors" be crab-pinched to pieces if they come creeping up with laser scalpels in hand.* Whirl 11:15 pm Not likely, you oversized antique. Windchill 11:15 pm *Gasps and clutches imaginary pearls.* Blurr 11:15 pm / Blurr will ensure none of them die overnight / Blurr 11:16 pm You know, you could all stay over , if you'd like. We won't reach the site until late tomorrow. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm *Rumble just nods and settles back in. He's not tired, himself, but it's kinda - nice. Been forever.* Whirl 11:16 pm Mmmmaybe. I'll come bug you about it in the morning. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm [[Ah, no. He has work. It piles up quickly as of late.]] *Up Soundwave gets, with less creaking and clanking than Windchill. He'll be on his way in seconds.* Blurr 11:17 pm Ah. I see. Well, whenever you want to visit. Windchill 11:17 pm *Appears to be thinking really hard if the sudden appearance of stress lines around his optics are any indication.* Blurr 11:17 pm ... You good? / he can't have a lift one eyebrow expression, but he can try. It just looks like murderous staring / Whirl 11:18 pm god bless blurr for trying omfg)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm ((LOL BLURR)) Blurr 11:18 pm (( hE HAS ONE EYE OKAY )) ( GSDNBFKDAFN )) (( He just. He can't lift an optic ridge- he's missing that piece on the other side. So it just looks. So bad bfkjdsfbadsj ) Whirl bobs his head in farewell to Soundwave, Windchill, and Blurr. and hunkers back down. Whirl is sleep. 11:19 pm Whirl 11:19 pm that's why we lovim)) Windchill 11:19 pm I'm leaving. Blurr 11:19 pm (( I feel like Whirl gets his expressions )) Whirl raises a claw but doesn't open his optic. Clicks it like a castanet. 11:19 pm Blurr 11:19 pm ... Pity. Well, next time you'd like to visit, I'll clear the bridge for you. And if you're good at tearing mechs apart, maybe you'll get lucky and find us on a good day. Whirl 11:20 pm if anyone would, I feel like it'd be Whirl)) Blurr 11:20 pm (( Whirl and Drift for sure )) Windchill 11:20 pm *Shrugs.* I have worms. Whirl 11:20 pm he knows a thing or two about making do with limited facial expression capabilities)) Blurr 11:20 pm (( I feel like Drift kinda "I THINK he's confused but he might just be angry. Or both.' )) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm ((OF ALL THE RECORDINGS SOUNDWAVE COULD MISS IT WAS "I HAVE WORMS")) Blurr 11:21 pm ... That's... nice? Whirl 11:21 pm ((HAHAHAH)) Blurr 11:21 pm (( LMAOOO ) / squinting. Drums claws together / Well, have... fun with that? Windchill 11:21 pm (( I'm sorry it was spontaneous. )) I have ONE WORM, *this clarification requires yelling and the puffing out of chest armour.* *And it doesn't make it any better.* Blurr 11:22 pm Why are you yelling? I have one optic, not one audial. Windchill 11:22 pm Because I can and no-one can really stop me. Blurr 11:22 pm ... Bet? Whirl 11:23 pm *still doesn't open his optic, but calls out, muffled* I taught his worm to cuss. Windchill 11:23 pm I only gamble with my life. Blurr 11:23 pm W-what else are you supposed to gamble with? Windchill 11:23 pm ...Most folks settle for money or material goods. Pride, maybe. Blurr 11:23 pm ... Ew. Where's the fun in that? Windchill 11:23 pm *He has none of those so life it is.* Blurr 11:23 pm / glances at Whirl/ You what the who now? Blurr 11:24 pm We /motions to self and adjacent space around him/ are confused. Whirl 11:24 pm I taught his worm to cuss. She beeps. Zori was my accomplice. Blurr 11:24 pm Ah... much better. Windchill 11:24 pm Yeah. Only words she knows are cuss words. And "wub." Blurr 11:24 pm ..Huh. Whirl 11:24 pm *now DOES lift his head, briefly* I'm wub. Blurr 11:24 pm I don't think I've taught Oberyn anything new lately... except not to bite 'Buster. Whirl conks it back down and curls up a little more 11:24 pm Blurr 11:25 pm Well, I wouldn't want to keep you from your... worm. Windchill 11:25 pm Anyway. I'm gonna pretend to not know what tearing mechs apart on good days means, because it's convenient in the short term. My worm, yes. I must return to my worm. Blurr 11:26 pm Well... go on. / waves claws / I have relics to steal. Windchill 11:26 pm *Well, she'd be fine with Chill's better half for an evening, but MORE importantly:* Yeah. Whirl's not gonna get any rest with me here. I must go. *Have another dramatic wave.* Whirl 11:27 pm Joke's on you, I'm already asleep. *muffled* Windchill 11:28 pm You say that now, I'm leaving before I get REALLY obnoxious. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm //Somehow I ain't even tryin' to sleep 'n I been the quietest one outta all you.// *Muffled laugh into his arm.* Windchill 11:28 pm *It's for your own good, Whirl. Easier to avoid embarrassing you with physical contact if Chill's not there.* Whirl 11:29 pm Well, it's not hard to be the quietest one when I'm in the room. ...but I'm still asleep. Windchill 11:29 pm *He is thinking of u, it's just hard to tell.* I'm sick and tired of your lies. *Turns to leave for real, but blows a kiss over his shoulder.* Bye, suckers. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm //Seeya.// Whirl 11:30 pm Later, loser. Blurr 11:30 pm / wiggles claws/ See you Blurr 11:31 pm (( lemme know when I can close chat. )) Windchill 11:31 pm *Just for that you get a loud raspberry sound before he vanishes. His final revenge.* Whirl 11:32 pm I'm done! o7)) Windchill 11:32 pm (( same lol )) Blurr 11:33 pm ( kay i close room now ) Windchill 11:33 pm (( o7 )) Blurr 11:33 pm ( unless somoene is logging ) VProwl 11:33 pm ((i can stop logging when y'all stop making last-minute comments))

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June 21 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Blair Witch (2016)

Blurr and his Rodimus spent part of the movie and like three hours after the movie yelling at each other. Drift did his best to outshout Rodimus. Astrotrain helped in spectacular fashion, much of which was sadly lost due to SOMEBODY not doing a very good job at recording the chat. Drift also invited Frenzy and Whirl onto his proposed little private ship. Frenzy accepted, Whirl’s still considering it.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Drift: *drift is Ready* B l u r r: / drags self in. well he WAS in a good mood / Soundwave: *Soundwave walks in looking at four datapads, one in each hand and feeler. There's also work on his visor. He doesn't miss a step walking to his usual seat.* Drift: *god drift wishes he could read that well* Soundwave: *Rumble, Frenzy, and Chimera trot in after and poke around looking for fuel.* B l u r r: / climbs over the back of the couch and just sinks down in his seat. Yes, good. / Drift: Blurr. Hey. *leans on* I had a thought since we last talked. B l u r r: Mm...? Drift: Okay. So. I know at least one mech who'd like to fight WITH you, but who won't fight FOR you—like, an alliance but not a crewmate, right? B l u r r: Mhm. Bevel: *trundles in* Drift: And I'm—honestly, I'm trying to cut back on the wholesale slaughter myself, too, so that might be a good thing for me too. So I'd only be fighting in some of your battles, not all of them. B l u r r: Mmhm... B l u r r: / vents/ So, you're not gonna live here? Drift: So, what if, instead of directly joining your ship—I could get a small ship to be captain of, and we'd be your allies? B l u r r: ... /shrugs/ Fine. Drift: ... Is it really fine? partytrain changed their nickname to spacebus. spacebus changed their nickname to partytrain. B l u r r: / right, pulls datapads from subspace. Looking through them/ Just... sign on to this, I guess. /holds it out/ Whirl: *trots on in, making a beeline for his hammock. It takes him a couple of tries to grasp it firmly enough to clamber in* partytrain: *how the *** did he get here* Drift: I mean... I know you were excited about me living here. I was, too. But... well, I think it'd be best for the mechs who want to follow—oh. partytrain: *oh well there's a floor, it counts* Drift: *takes the datapad* What's this? Soundwave: *Rumble squints and abandons the fuel search in favor of knocking on one of Whirl's legs* Rodimus: /Kinda just shoves Drift away and wraps his arms around Blurr in the most friendliest hug he can muster/ Don't worry I'll always still be with you. Won't leave you out to dry. B l u r r: The sign up. Bevel: Hi, Train :D B l u r r: ..... /immediately tenses up/ Soundwave: \\YO, TRAIN!\\ Drift: *IMMEDIATELY draws sword and points it at Rodimus's neck* Hey. Off. B l u r r: Get. Your. Disgusting. Arms. Off. OF. Me. Whirl: *zoops his head out of the hammock* Sup, mech? partytrain: ........ *awkward floor wave* partytrain: *just gonna..... set out some booze as a general offering for anyone who wants to take it* B l u r r: / vents. Who's this new nerd / Soundwave: //You bust your optic or somethin'?// Rodimus: Nah, I think I'll hold onto my bestie a little longer. /Never letting go/ Soundwave: *Frenzy runs over to Astrotrain and quickly mimes putting the booze back* B l u r r: We are NOT best friends. Soundwave: *Then points at Blurr and makes a throat-slitting motion* Whirl: What, is it doin' a thing? *blinks it. Blinks it again* What's it doing? Drift: *slooowly pokes blade against Rodimus's neck* Sorry. That position's already taken. partytrain: what partytrain: what why partytrain: ........ *drinks it, problem solved* Whirl: *i imagine when a mech is fendered enough you can smell the fumes coming out of their vents, and Whirl is the mayor of Fume City right now* Soundwave: *Fwoooooo* partytrain: *hey, hey, standing mayor here* Rodimus: /Obviously has a death wish cause he's not moving/ What taken? Nah, that position was never even open. Soundwave: //It's makin' ya grab like ya don't got one.// B l u r r: Why aren't you on Cybertron? Soundwave: *Jumps and scrambles into the hammock.* B l u r r: With your paper crown and tissue cape? Drift: *it's less of a poke and more of a press* Let go or I slice. Drift: I'm giving you to five. One. Whirl: Pfft, I might as well NOT. Anyone ever tell you--I ever tell you? This. Is a sh itty eye. No lie. *tries, with exaggerated, drunken care, to arrange them comfortably when Rumble hops up* Bevel: *finds a seat wherever Chimera is hanging out* Drift: Two. partytrain: *quietly watchin' for possible murder* Soundwave: *Chimera is coiled up near Soundwave's pedes.* Drift: Three. Whirl: I pro'bly turned my sonar off. One second. *eye slits into a squint; Whirl just sits that way for about te seconds* Yeah, 's off. B l u r r: I will not save you, Rodimus. I'll let Drift stab through me to kill you. Drift: S'okay, I think I've got a clean angle here. Four. Soundwave: //...Well, turn it on, yeah?// Soundwave: *Nudge.* Rodimus: Fiiine /just moved to the other side of Blurr with an arm still around his shoulders. He ain't letting go./ We can share. Soundwave: *Frenzy slowly creeps up toward Train's helm with the intent of giving him a noogie* Drift: I said let GO. Last chance. B l u r r: ... /VENTS AND just goes back to business again/ Anyway.. Drift. B l u r r: / holds out datapad/ Whirl: That. Is a good idea. Very good idea. All right. Done. I know every inch of this damn hammock. This. Damnock. Drift: *aims sword at the arm Rodimus has got wrapped around Blurr* Five. partytrain: *distracted w/ watching for murder and also a bit of a lowkey existential crisis* Drift: *and he awkwardly lunges across Drift to try to stab Rodimus's arm* Soundwave: //Pffft. Least ya can't fall out no more.// Drift: **across BLurr Soundwave: *...Maybe.* B l u r r: [[ LOL ALREADY ]] Drift: ((I swear i know whose name is whose)) Rodimus: (LMAO) partytrain: pirouette)) Drift: ((drift lunges across himself. he's beside himself in anger.)) Whirl: I dunno bout all THAT now. Don't quote me. *nevermind the fact that he never said anything* Whirl: ((omfg drift)) Bevel: *will sit on the floor then and sort of bot watch because Stuff Is Happening* B l u r r: [[ drift jfc ]] Rodimus: (I'm laughing so hard A+) Whirl: *slooowly swivels his helm around to watch the kerfuffle* Wait, are we fighting now? B l u r r: / this is awkward oh my god / partytrain: *just gonna... sidle over closer to soundwave if he'll let him, with or without headfriendzy* partytrain: *weirdly enough trusts u the most* Rodimus: /Has had many people try and kill him point blank. Reflexs kick in at this point and he ducks behind Blurr./ Put that thing away before you hurt Blurr! B l u r r: / flicks finials and snarls / EVERYONE STOP MOVING! Soundwave: *Frenzy growls and follows the hea--oh, oops. Freezes.* partytrain: *freezes like a deer in headlights* Whirl: *just squints at Blurr* Soundwave: *...Frenzy can't help himself. He wiggles a single finger to see what happens.* partytrain: *dead *** still. he is furniture. he is the night* Drift: *he already lunged across Blurr just to get to Rodimus, at best Rodimus can only half-hide behind Blurr from this angle and Drift is more than happy to stab at the other half. Despite the shout.* B l u r r: ... Oh for pit sake. B l u r r: I said STOP MOVING. KNOCK IT OFF. Soundwave: \\HEH HEH HEH.\\ B l u r r: / snarls and scrubs claw down face/ My processor hurts... Drift: I'll stop when he gets off you! B l u r r: OH FOR PIT SAKE. Bevel: *debates offering to help break this up but nah* B l u r r: / Grabs Rodimus's arm and LICKS ACROSS IT/ B l u r r: / opens mouth to bite / Bevel: *Blurr did say to freeze* Whirl: Bite him! Whirl: Get the--do the snack attack! Drift: *... finally stops to see where this is going to go* Rodimus: I'll get off once you put that thing away! /He's not messing up his pai-/ SDFGHYGFDFD!!!!? Bevel: *giggles* Soundwave: //I thought we was here for a horror movie, not a frag show.// B l u r r: [[ imagine rodimus saying that out loud lmao ]] Whirl: *gleeful, drunken (that is to say, extremely glitchy) cackles* partytrain: why not both? Soundwave: \\CUZ HE SAID NO MOVIN'.\\ Whirl: *stops abruptly and peers intently at Rumble* Wait, what. B l u r r: / snarls and shoves a claw in Rodimus's face/ Well well well, look who STILL tastes the same... Rodimus: /yanks his hand away from Blurr fast/ B l u r r: Just like a little TRAITOR glitch. Soundwave: *Rumble gestures to Blurr with both hands.* //He's lickin' him!// B l u r r: / licks denta and sits back in his spot / Drift: *immediately inserts himself into whatever space he can get between Blurr and Rodimus* Bevel: Not moving is boring. Rodimus: /snarls and Blurr/ You're one to talk. Mister I'm so loyal I ran away. partytrain: *..... can he get away with inching closer to soundwave. shield him with ur noodley appendages* Rodimus: at* B l u r r: / oh thank god, Drift is here / B l u r r: I didn't RUN away. Bevel: I do not like this game. Rodimus: You keep telling yourself that Drift: *... wow, Rodimus really looks like Rodimus from this angle. that's. slightly distracting.* Whirl: Oh. OHHH. I thought you meant the biting. Cos I know the. You lot have the thing. Bevel: [[so much purple, i need to change my color Soundwave: *Soundwave casually props his pedes up on train and continues reading. This is his rest now. Nobody hurt it.* Rodimus: (brb ) partytrain: *yeah okay this is acceptable* Soundwave: //Well, yeah. That too.// B l u r r: / snarls and tugs wiring out of his arm . Grumbling to his vacant side / Whirl: *snickers; if you listen close you can hear the ghost of a dial-up connection in there* Y'know what? Y'know what *I* think? Same diff for Teach. boomtank: -what on Cybertron did he walk in on?- Drift: ... Blurr, don't— He's just saying the things he thinks will torque you off, don't listen to him. Bevel: Hi, Blaster boomtank: Ah. Hi Bevel B l u r r: We're not listening to him. Whirl: Eeey, Shovel! Bevel: *grins at Whirl* B l u r r: /scrubs claw up faceplate and down and up again./ Soundwave: //What, killin' 'n 'fraggin'?// His nose wrinkles. //Waste'a good mechs.// B l u r r: / STEAM hiss from pauldrons / B l u r r: / okay he's good. / partytrain: *leans over to frenzy very conspiratorially, talking through the side of his mouth* .... is it a blanket ban on ALL booze or just booze for other people B l u r r: [[ whos ready? ]] Soundwave: ((ready)) Whirl: ((I am!)) Soundwave: \\ALL. HE GOT A THING.\\ Rodimus: We? You talking to those dead guys again? Tell 'em I said hi. Rodimus: [ready] boomtank: ((ready! Whirl: *squints a smile at her and nods; you get it, Bevel. You get the joke* Soundwave: *There's no conspiratorially where Frenzy's involved, Train.* Drift: ((ready)) Whirl: And nah, naah. I mean, that too. But the eatin' body limbs art. Eating parts. Arms, and all. partytrain: *look at this hurt puppy face* ... all? B l u r r: Don't talk to my frames. partytrain: can you put subtitles on whatever it is, the parents are watching a thing)) partytrain: LMAO this is gonna be fun soundless) B l u r r: [[ IDK how to do that on itunes but I WILL TRY ]] B l u r r: ANYWAY, DRIFT. B l u r r: / points at datapad. Is not aware he's yelling / Whirl: Teach. Blurr. Listen up, Teach, I want you to understand--UNDERSTAND here, Teach. How much I'm respecting you right now. AND... Drift: What, yeah? Whirl: How much I'm gonna do it, later. You follow? Y'follow me? Soundwave: //Ohhh. Yeah, that's - nah. Nah.// B l u r r: ... Yes, Whirl, I follow. Whirl: BECAUSE. ...*swivels his helm and regards the screen mournfully* I'm prob'ly gonna sober up like. Halfway through this. But I didn't bring any booze. For YOU. Got it? Make a note. B l u r r: / vents and looks at Drift/ Just fill that out. B l u r r: Yes, I have the note. Whirl: A notation. B l u r r: Yes, I get it. Drift: Whirl! Drift: When you're sober, we've gotta talk. Whirl: Works cited: me. Whirls cited. B l u r r: /sinks down in his seat and twiddles claws in wires/ Whirl: *regards Drift with an immediate suspicious squint* ...aight. boomtank: -has settled into a seat now- Drift: Nothing bad, it's not a bad thing. B l u r r: You know, at least I HAVE friends. Must suck being on Cybertron with everyone who hates you. Drift: *looks down at the datapad* What's it for? Whirl: *antenna pins back* B l u r r: It's the ally thing partytrain: *awkwardly mlems a tiny cube when he thinks no one (blurr) is looking* B l u r r: Like a contract, I guess. Whirl: *and returns his attention to Rumble* Where were we, even? Talking about eating arms, yeah? Drift: Oh. Yeah, okay. What'm I agreeing to? partytrain: *he's totally licking his hands* B l u r r: /shrugs/ I don't know , whatever terms you want, I guess. Drift: *glances at movie* Hey, they're playing Borderlands! Rodimus: /chills in his seat legs crossed at the ankles/ Are you still telling yourself those lies? Hah, at least I rule the entire planet. Rodimus: What do you have? A boat? Whirl: And a puppy. B l u r r: It's a ship, you uneducated fuuck. Whirl: 'S got a puppy, too. Drift: *sheathes his sword so he can hold his datapad with one hand and shove other his hand into Rodimus's face.* Shhh. Sh sh. Shhhhh. Rodimus: /stares at the hand in his face/ Soundwave: //Yeah. Blurr eats arms 'n I say it's a waste.// Soundwave: //Better things for eatin' anyway.// He snickers, proud of himself for that one. partytrain: i haven't seen this before but im gonna say all these kids are dead Drift: *feels around without looking until he manages to cover Rodimus's mouth* Your moustache feels disgusting. partytrain: *mlem mlem* B l u r r: It is disgusting. partytrain: dude does it come of Soundwave: \\THE FRAG YOU DOIN'.\\ partytrain: off partytrain: ....... hands Soundwave: *Frenzy forgets the noogie and tries to look in the hands* Jazz: *well howdy Soundwave, guess who's gonna flip over the back of the couch and land right next to* Sup, buuuuddy. Rodimus: /slaps Drifts hand away/ Its distinguisable partytrain: *casually covers up tiny cube* Soundwave: *INSTINCTIVE WHAP WITH THE DATAPAD* partytrain: i got stuff on em B l u r r: / leans over to mumble to Drift/ It's so we can find him in a crowd of Empties. Drift: Okay, so—Blurr. Ok— *covers mouth again* Okay. So. How about this. Jazz: YIKES! What was that for?! partytrain: *WING FLOOF YES HELLO COMMOTION BEHIND HIS GIGANTIC AFT* Drift: We'll follow you around in space. You can call on us to help you with battles, but we get to decide which battles we want to help fight. Volunteer-only. Soundwave: [[Don't do that.]] B l u r r: / vents/ Yeah, sure, just write it down. Soundwave: [[...Why are you here. Go away.]] Jazz: Blurr's keepin' me on board for a while. Rodimus: /vents/ Jazz: And he said you stopped by, so here I am! Drift: We'll get a portion of the booty only from the battles we actually fight in. So we won't be on whatever... crew salary you guys have. Whirl: *THAT one gets a snicker, Rumble* boomtank: -yep, sinking down in his chair. No idea who's who here- Soundwave: [[Look. Blaster is over there. You're both musical Autobots. Go... connect.]] Whirl: *he's gonna poke his leg out and start gently rocking the hammock* boomtank: -Is he being used as a DISTRACTION!?- partytrain: *still floofy, back to lickin his tiny cube* Soundwave: *Nooooooo of course not. He's just... trying to find Blaster a new friend. Yes.* B l u r r: We don't have a salary, but sure. Jazz: Yo, Blaster! *waves* partytrain: *is pretty sure he'll know if he has to do something about whatever's going on back there* Drift: *tries to balance datapad on his leg so he can type one-handed while still attempting to cover Rodimus's mouth.* Okay, what else? Jazz: *hasn't moved* Whirl: *NEARLY FALLS OUT THE DAMN HAMMOCK* Rodimus: /whispers/ You're poor? Soundwave: *Frenzy tries to crawl up into the hands to check what's really in there. Whatever he had on his hands shoulda been licked off by now* B l u r r: We are NOT poor. Whirl: wHAT THE HELL 'S GOING ON WITH YOUR AUDIO!? partytrain: *licks frenzy* Soundwave: *Rumble yelps and grabs the hammock as tight as he can* boomtank: -REALLY now- Rodimus: /Will bite Drift's hand if it doesn't move/ Soundwave: \\AW, NASTY!\\ Drift: *so bite* partytrain: you asked for it Whirl: *steadies them* Sorry, mech. If we get dumped, I'll break your fall. B l u r r: Look, just. Write whatever you want. It's fine. Rodimus: ... Soundwave: [[Going to connect with someone usually requires moving. Away.]] Whirl: ...floor might be more comfortable, though. B l u r r: / slouches more and twines wires around his digits/ Soundwave: //If ya wanna.// Jazz: Aw, come on, Sounders. I like hangin' out with yah. partytrain: *carefully licks up cube into mouth and crunches it* partytrain: *leave no evidence* boomtank: -and confused waves to Jazz- Whirl: No, I mean, landin' on. ...but if you wanna lay on the floor, I'm game. Drift: Okay. I... think I'm good. Blurr? What do you want? Rodimus: / is contemplating now / B l u r r: What? Drift: In the agreement. Soundwave: //Long as don't nobody block my way it don't matter none.//

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Drift: ... You okay? Rodimus: /is totally watching the movie, but seems bored with it/ Drift: And don't say "I'm fine." Jazz: *grins and looks at both. Company! * B l u r r: ... I'm okay. B l u r r: / LOL he tried / partytrain: *.... are you sure you don't want to encourage afterburnering* boomtank: -plops down in open space- ...hi? Jazz: Yo. Soundwave: [[Greetings.]] Drift: ... You know what I mean. B l u r r: I'm fine. Whirl: I make other people my furnitue. M'good at it. Soundwave: [[Have you been doing well?]] B l u r r: / screws up face/ I'm tired. Rodimus: B: ::So you're bff is leaving you out to dry?:: B l u r r: That's all. B l u r r: R: :: He's not leaving me out to dry. He's still helping. :: boomtank: Fairly well. I mean, all things considered Drift: ... You know you're not. I know you're not. B l u r r: I'm irritated. Rodimus: /Actually doesn't like horror movies. Doesn't know why he comes to these/ Drift: I could kick him out if you want. B l u r r: .. .No, it's fine. Soundwave: [[No worse than other nights?]] Whirl: *now very attentive to the screen, wide optic, perked antenna, the works. He's gone from being somewhat indifferent to 1000% focused* Soundwave: //Ha, Loud Rumble.// Jazz: *leeeans over Soundwave to watch the movie * Whirl: SNRK. partytrain: are they dead yet Whirl: It's you. Only, louder. Soundwave: *Not-so-gently pushes Jazz's face away from himself with a datapad* boomtank: Nope. Think the worst nights are behind me Whirl: Plot twist: istead of the characters in the movie dying... Jazz: *rude* Whirl: We die. Whirl: It's the perfect crime. partytrain: lame Whirl: You done it again, Teach. Soundwave: *Rumble moves to cover Whirl's mouth before realizing he... doesn't really know where to cover* Rodimus: B: ::Oh really? What if he doesn't come in time? Hmm?:: partytrain: of all the movies to die to i don't think this is a good one B l u r r: / Glances over datapad and just shoves it in his subspace / boomtank: Jazz? What are you doing? Whirl: *blinks and follows the hand with his helm* B l u r r: We can steal you a ship, I suppose. Jazz: Just buggin' Sounders. How you been? Jazz: Wait, yah just answered that. Soundwave: [[You admit it.]] partytrain: *gently stretches beneath the footers and waits for jazz to get in position.... somewhere off to his left or right side, down the wing.......* Jazz: Anyway, I'm stuck on this nightmare ship for a while. Soundwave: //...Look, I was gonna shush ya, but I dunno where the speakers are. Help a mech out, huh?// Drift: ... Blurr, I wanna lean on you but I can't lean any further over without uncovering Rodimus's mouth. Drift: You're gonna have to come to me. boomtank: -gigglesnort- Bevel: But Lane made all the noise to scare them. B l u r r: / just flops against him / boomtank: Do you need help? Whirl: Pfft. Internal. *dips his helm and pushes it against the hand, like an enthusiastic horse* Down in my chest. Nobody can shut ME up. partytrain: *PHUNT, engines are go* Drift: *wraps arm around Blurr* Jazz: I dunno, man. I can't go back to Earth ye-!!! boomtank: -!!!!- Jazz: *hello goodbye. Where am I? No one knows. It's dangerous * Soundwave: *Soundwave is DELIGHTED* partytrain: whoops, sorry dude Rodimus: /Will make this a Blurr sandwich so help him/ partytrain: *turns them off slightly two seconds too late boomtank: -scrambles out of the way of FIRE- Jazz: *HI WELCOME TO BRIGHT LINE DEFENSE * Jazz: *it's called a Cyberformed wall* Soundwave: *Soundwave pings Astrotrain a promise of the biggest cube of booze* Drift: *what the hell just happened across the room?* Drift: *Drift cracks up* partytrain: *does he have a wall on his *** now* partytrain: *was this really worth it, soundwave* Soundwave: *Rumble doesn't really know what to do with the helm butting his hand so he just gently pats it* Soundwave: *It was so worth it.* partytrain: *........ yeah probably* B l u r r: / vents and just scrolls on a datapad. / boomtank: -is over the couch, thanks- Whirl: *gives the Cyberformed wall a brief glance but seems more interested in the movie. And is bat. Loud, hoarse stage whisper* Why do I gotta shut up? B l u r r: / trying to ignore Rodimus and just enjoy the present company / Whirl: *pat Soundwave: *Soundwave stretches out even more. Now there's a nice wall separating him from Jazz (and, unfortunately, Blaster). He's so comfy.* Jazz: *huffs* Man, yah made more of 'em show up! *brushing smoking runes on his arm * boomtank: -peers back over- /RUDE/ B l u r r: Can you not abuse the relic please? B l u r r: It's expensive. boomtank: -pointing at 'Train- Soundwave: //Ah, the sayin' we was all gonna die scrap. Like jokin', all "shhh".// partytrain: simple malfunction, won't happen again partytrain: *has the straightest face he can muster* boomtank: ........ Whirl: *deep breath, Raises his head. Stares into middle space as he feels the wisdom of the ages settle into his brain* OOOoooohhh. Okay. B l u r r: Well, if you malfunction again, I will /fix/ you. B l u r r: Permanently. B l u r r: He's expensive. B l u r r: If you damage the goods, he won't be worth as much when I have to give him back Soundwave: [[...Give him back?]] partytrain: *wings sink down* B l u r r: Although, he's obnoxious, so I suppose it was amusing. Soundwave: *Stares at Blurr.* [[Who's taking him?]] B l u r r: Yes, give him back. B l u r r: No one. I'm keeping him FROM someone else. boomtank: ....? Jazz: Yo, it was not my fault he found me, man. I was hidin'! boomtank: Jazz? Whirl: I'd killem. Soundwave: [[Who?]] Whirl: Just. Pam. Nobody'd ever find em, in the woods. boomtank: Who are you hiding from? Jazz: That bag o'rusted bolts, man. boomtank: Names Jazz Jazz: Damn bounty hunter came barrelin' from space like Drift: *attention torn between the movie and the drama with Jazz.* Jazz: "You're gonna come with me cause my creators are pisssed at yah" Jazz: And I was like "Wait, how are there two of us?" So here I am. Whirl: .......*the most surreptitious sideways glances* Wait. Y'mean Lockdown? Like the Lockdown from your 'verse? Bevel: *also having trouble paying attention to the movie will all this drama* Jazz: Yeah, that one. Whirl: *nods slowly again* Whirl: *mental....... images...................* B l u r r: / vents and shifts a little/ Anyway. Drift. Like I said, we can steal you a ship if you really need one. B l u r r: Wasn't planning on it, but it's not hard to find one. Soundwave: [[-Lockdown- is after you? The one with the spark extracting device?]] partytrain: *has no idea who the frick they're talking -- well ok that would be kind of dangerous* Jazz: Yep. But I ain't got no spark to extract, yah know? Soundwave: [[You have an All Spark.]] Jazz: I /AM/ the All Spark. Drift: Oh, I was—I was gonna buy it. On Cybertron. B l u r r: ... Ah. B l u r r: Well, that's fine. Bevel: *attention now totally on Jazz* Really? Drift: ((would they stop making those sounds with her leg my god)) Soundwave: [[Yes. You are. And if he extracts that?]] Whirl: Better let him, Teach, he's LOADED. Rodimus: (whys her lep sound like it breaks every time she falls?) B l u r r: [[[ oh my god i know ]] Whirl: Drift is stupid rich. partytrain: *... he's carrying around a bunch of dead people??* partytrain: *how long has it been since h'es seen tyran documentaries..... hAS he seen those* Jazz: He can't extract it. Jazz: We're combined. Soundwave: [[That's little better.]] partytrain: she's gonna be missing a foot partytrain: aww its still there Jazz: He seemed to listen to me for a minute. Jazz: Got him to go back once and he came back full force. partytrain: ITS GIVING FOOT BIRTH Rodimus: /flinches as whats on the screen/ Jazz: Says his creators wanna see me brought back? No idea. Rodimus: (also can't type tonight) Drift: ((*silent high pitched scream*)) B l u r r: [[ bLEGH ]] Soundwave: *Soundwave's hands curl and uncurl* boomtank: So you're staying here until it's safe? Jazz: Blurr came and got me. Jazz: Said he's gonna take me to someone who can keep me safe. Soundwave: [[Who.]] B l u r r: I said no such thing, he's a filthy liar. Soundwave: [[Another name. Now.]] Jazz: Who was it? B l u r r: Yeager. And his bumbling band of Autosnots. partytrain: ........ *leans over conspiratorially to frenzy again* is he full of dead people? jazz i mean B l u r r: [[ im offended that she has my name ]] Soundwave: [[A human?]] Soundwave turns to Blurr. [[You're trusting the All Spark to a fleshbag?]] Rodimus: /mumbles/ Autosnots that ya like so much Drift: *shOVES FACE* B l u r r: / lifts claw and leans over to Rodimus/ Yes, he likes me VERY much. Soundwave: \\UH. MAYBE? PROBABLY.\\ B l u r r: So much so that I'm technically part of his CREW. boomtank: I could help, if you want? partytrain: *makes a face* B l u r r: / looks to Soundwave/ And I trust Cade Yeager to keep him safe. Drift: Yeager, though, Blurr? He's kindaaa... not very competent. Soundwave: *Glance at Blaster.* [[How?]] B l u r r: No, but he'll put himself in harm's way for his kids. B l u r r: The Autobots are like his kids. Drift: Yeah, but there's a lot of competent people who will do that. Soundwave: [[Bravery is no cover for incompetency.]] boomtank: Taking him in? B l u r r: Well, it's not my universe's problem. THAT is sitting next to you. Whirl: Hhe. Heh heh HEH HEH HEH. Whirl: *laughs loudly; his vocalizer is glitching badly* Whirl: TEACH. So. You buddy buddy with a human now. Huh. Rodimus: /shoves Blurr as he stands up and walks away/ Whirl: Nice. Jazz: I dunno, I think I'd trust this Yeager guy. He seems kinda chill. Drift: *rude gesture at Rodimus as he passes* Soundwave: [[He is a -human.- At least Blaster is one of our kind.]] B l u r r: I am NOT buddy buddy with a HUMAN. Soundwave: [[And capable of broadcasting long distance if something happens.]] B l u r r: / scrubs claws down face. Digging them in/ partytrain: peters dead Whirl: Yeah you are! *cheerfully* I knew you'd come around. B l u r r: I'm NOT! B l u r r: / scratching on his finials. He's having such a bad day omg. / Drift: *wraps arm around Blurr* boomtank: I mean...I'm not pushing, but we'd welcome you if you say yes Whirl: Good job, Teach. partytrain: i went pee who died)) Drift: ((the black guy)) Drift: ((because apparently we haven't stopped doing that yet)) Jazz: I dunno... kinda made a deal with Blurr though. Bevel: [[Next up will probably be his girlfriend who has a ghost or something growing out of her foot B l u r r: [[ omg i know right? ]] Drift: Hey Whirl, how close to sober are you? B l u r r: [[ i was not aware he was gonna die first. I apologize ]] boomtank: What type? Jazz: The secret kind. Drift: ((it ain't your fault they pulled that bull)) B l u r r: [[ my book wont! ]] Soundwave: ((man don't you be apologizing for hollywood types making the same dumb stereotypical asshat moves as always)) Bevel: [[srsly, not your fault B l u r r: Regardless... /vents/ You have to agree not to fight with my other alliances... since that;s what you are. boomtank: ((yeah, it's like a horrible formula they keep reusing Soundwave: [[He does not like this deal. It is unsafe.]] Whirl: *to Drift* More than I'd like, really. Drift: Who are your other alliances? Jazz: It ain't that unsafe. Jazz: Blurr's never actually hurt me. partytrain: well that wasnt weird at all partytrain: *pokes frenzy* you got any more snacks? Soundwave: [[The -human- part, you rune-covered--]] B l u r r: The Tyran Autobots. Soundwave: *Frenzy nods and hands over a handful. It's like nothing to Astro's big mitts, but still. He tried.* boomtank: Well....if you need a place to stay, or reinforcements, you have my comms., right? B l u r r: / mumbles to Drift/ JT and his band. Jazz: ' Course I do, man. I won't hesitate to ask for help. partytrain: .. *delicate nibbles to make them last* Jazz: * looks at Soundwave* Yah know, you really DO show concern. Jazz: *SMUG* Bevel: *grumbles to herself about all the loud noises in this movie* Whirl: ...*peers at the screen; attempts to mimic the buzzing noise* partytrain: the suns not coming up, duh Soundwave: [[Do not take it personally. It is about the inside, not the shell.]] Jazz: Suuure it is. Jazz: *reaches over to poke with a claw* Soundwave: *Slaps it away* Drift: ... *murmurs* I won't start a fight with them. But if they start one, we'll defend ourselves.* B l u r r: ... /vents/ Sure. boomtank: -can you two not, he's in the middle still- Jazz: *snickers and leans on Blaster instead* Soundwave: @Blaster: [[If he moves to you, you must do your best to defend him. If you are both found, call him. He will do what he can.]] Soundwave: *If the Tyran Autobots fail... well, they'd better not.* boomtank: @ Soundwave -If he does, if Lockdown comes for him, he will be facing the Autobot army. But I will call- partytrain: weLP Whirl: PFFT. Drift: ... What happened? Rodimus: What just happened? B l u r r: Wow. She's dead. partytrain: dONT BREAK VOODOO THINGS Whirl: She snapped the thing in half--the thing with her hair. partytrain: IT WAS HER boomtank: -and pats Jazz's head- Drift: Oh. Whirl: Then the girl snapped in half. Rodimus: Ah.. Soundwave: //What the frag? How'd that work?// Whirl: *clicks his claws ominously* Maaaagic. Drift: Sympathetic magic. Soundwave: *Soundwave debates something for a few seconds. Then decides there are some things worth the hit and pings Blaster a thank-you.* Soundwave: //...Not for nothin', but wouldn't sympathy magic be the helpin' kind?// partytrain: she's black, u know she dead)) Soundwave: //Ain't that what it means?// partytrain: OH HEY NOT YET)) Drift: You link two things by attaching them to each other with parts of themselves. Like, if you trade badges with someone, then you—share traits with each other, basically. B l u r r: / Mumbles and types on datapad. He's organizing / Bevel: Trade badges? Drift: It's not sympathetic like—like oh, I feel sorry for you. It would be more accurate to call it EMPATHETIC magic. What happens to one thing, the other thing feels. B l u r r: [[ yo like can they not with her leg ]] partytrain: wait what why would you trade badges B l u r r: [[ im having a frighten ]] Drift: Yeah! Your Dece— er. Your faction badges. B l u r r: [[ YEAH IM NOT WATCHIN THAT ]] partytrain: *chirrup?* B l u r r: [[ YALL TELL ME WHEN ITS DONE ]] Soundwave: ((*SCREAMS* i am not lookingtgkgh)) Whirl: *peers* Bevel: [[NOPE partytrain: i will watch for u)) partytrain: ITS GONE)) Drift: ((it's still going)) Whirl: Something done crawled up in there. Drift: ((... it MIGHT be over but i don't trust it)) Drift: ((yeah, it's safe)) B l u r r: [[ i do not do bugs under skin. I am TERRIFIED of that really happening to me ]] partytrain: that particular bit is done, idk whether they'll do it again or not)) Drift: Usually lovers do it. If you trade your badge with soneone you love, then a part of you is there to protect them when they're in battle, and vice-versa. boomtank: -pings back a cheerful 'you're welcome'- Soundwave: //Huh. I never heard that one.// partytrain: nO ITS NOT Whirl: Me neither. Soundwave: //...Wouldn't, y'know, actually helpin' 'em be better?// partytrain: *distracted from squinting @ drifticon* B l u r r: / typing on his datapad / Drift: Well, you might not be there. Like, maybe you're across the battlefield from them and can't get there in time. Drift: Or maybe you've been stationed across the galaxy from each other. Whirl: Setting their opponents on fire is more romantic, if you ask me. Whirl: But wh--yeah. Whirl: What he said, partytrain: *.... quietly takes mental notes* Soundwave: *Soundwave's spark twinges at the bit about not getting across the battlefield in time.* Drift: I mean, obviously, if you're THERE, you want to actually save them yourself. Trading badges is like a... a way to give them extra protection in case you CAN'T be there. Bevel: That sounds like a nice thing. Soundwave: *...He quietly pings Buzzsaw to make sure he's okay.* partytrain: *would it be hella obvious if he swapped out a wing symbol for overlord's boob symbol* Drift: I've never heard of Autobots doing it. It might only be a Decepticon thing. Which makes sense, I guess. Bevel: *has no symbols to trade with anyone but it sounds nice in theory* Soundwave: //Why's it make sense?// Soundwave: //Autobots don't give a frag about their squeezes or what?// partytrain: you're down a LEG don't CLIMB THAT B l u r r: She's gonna fall her asss down. Whirl: Never heard of it either, but 's not he sorta thig I'd hear about, anyway. B l u r r: [[ NOPE I KNOW HERE THIS IS GOING ]] Whirl: Regardless of what type-a badge I got. Drift: Since Deceptibrands are made of a piece of your spark casing. It turns out Autobots don't do that. They just... hand new recruits a badge. partytrain: huh Soundwave: //...F'real?// partytrain: so like a sticker B l u r r: [[ nah ill be back ]] Drift: Yeah. Just like that. Like a sticker. partytrain: weird B l u r r: [[ i predict whats gonna happen and its gonna be gross ]] Whirl: *that reminds him, h's still gotta find some back alley doctor who'll weld his spark chamber shut* Drift: Like the shame badges they give you if you lose yours, except Autobots never even get a real one. partytrain: *gently touches a wing* B l u r r: Badges are signifcantly important. They shouldn't just be given away. partytrain: *probably sohuldnt have to specify his own idk if anyone else is a flightmodel besdies sounders* Whirl: I been blown halfway to hell so many times, there's no way a badge'd survive. Soundwave: \\YEAH, SAME.\\ B l u r r: I keep mine safe. Drift: Yeah. Yeah. It's literally a part of you. Whirl: *excuse you, best flight model in the room* partytrain: i managed to keep these somehow Soundwave: \\PIT, I THINK MINE GOT BLOWN OFF LIKE... A YEAR IN.\\ boomtank: -still absently patting Jazz's head, watching the movie in mild horror- Drift: That's why you'd only offer it to somebody who you trust with having literally a part of yourself. partytrain: i think its cause wings're more likely to be protected anyway partytrain: sheer dumb luck honestly Jazz: *grins and just lets a pulse of happiness flood his field* Whirl: *nods* You can't get into actual, real, GOOD fights and keep some piece of metal on you pristine. It's not a good fight until you're mostly blown away. partytrain: yes go into the murder hose partytrain: house Soundwave: \\HAHA, MURDERHOSE.\\ B l u r r: Mine's always been safe. I keep it that way, though. Drift: Hey, I went out on a battlefield over a dozen times to pick up the shrapnel of my own armor to get my badge back. B l u r r: I never let anyone harm it. Drift: You take care of that. Whirl: My original one is long, long gone. partytrain: *gently elbows* you're a murderhose Soundwave: //So's ours. I mean.// Well, they died. //Yeah.// partytrain: dude that's not peter either Soundwave: *Frenzy elbows back and snorts* Whirl: And, sounds to me like you had a lot of free time. *snorts* Whirl: But whatever foats your boat, mech. Drift: AFTER the battle is done? Sure, you've got time. There's always time between battles. Whirl: Nobody's carving ANYTHING out of my spark chamber. Nobody's touching it. Whirl: Nobody's even SEEING it. Soundwave: [[Finally, a sensible mech.]] Whirl: And, we kept outselves busy, in the Wreckers. partytrain: *absently scratches at his chestplates* B l u r r: They're /always/ busy. Whirl: *nods at Soundwave; he is eminently sensible. ......no he isn't* B l u r r: / grumbles and keeps typing / partytrain: wow cat i didnt need emphasis)) Whirl: See, Teach gets it. Drift: ((*ominously scratches at his chestplates*)) partytrain: dfghjk partytrain: )) Soundwave: [[He doesn't understand why anyone would risk it.]] B l u r r: [[ why would you go IN to the house? ]] Drift: Is she fo—why is she following him in? Come on. Whirl: ...*lapses into a long silence; thinking about the Wreckers isn't the best idea now* boomtank: -hums and responds in kind ignoring the movie now- partytrain: gotta have that murder quota Bevel: I think there was something outside in the trees. Drift: *glances at Soundwave* Because you think you've found something worth the risk. Jazz: *pats Blaster and keeps the pulse flowing. Welcome to the all sparks nice EM Field. It's powerful and kind atm * Soundwave: *Well, outside of carrier business. But Decepticons poking their claws into his spark? No. No. Not even when it was freshly formed and he was loyal.* Whirl: Nothing's worth the risk. Soundwave: [[A badge is not worth that risk.]] partytrain: *more scratching* partytrain: gdit kittenS)) Soundwave: ((this hole, it was made for me)) Whirl: ((DRR... DRR... DR.R...)) partytrain: saME)) Drift: ... It wasn't just the badge. The badge is the faction is the Cause. It's all... it was all the same thing. Soundwave: ((i would rather stay in the box)) boomtank: -it's a very weird EMF but it's nice, and Jazz's. Happy pulses from himself leaning into Jazz in return- partytrain: i got 3 kids gettin all up in my business why)) Jazz: *grins and just settles for this happy cuddle pile* B l u r r: [[ hhhhh im scared of crap like this, too ]] partytrain: just partytrain: go back partytrain: ok butters is running interferance)) boomtank: -Yaaaaay. Cuddle are good for ignoring what is on screen- B l u r r: /vents and keeps typing. Is trying to stay out of this whole conversation / Soundwave: ((god this is so uncomfortable)) Jazz: *snicker* So, maybe I'll hit yah up and we can hang out sometime. Whirl: *falls silent again, cycling a long sigh and returning his full attention to the screen* Soundwave: //Swear it's like runnin' the Underworld.// partytrain: frag you too, lane B l u r r: You know, humans act like that hurts. Whirl: Tunnels that small? boomtank: Sounds good. Whenever you got some time. Jazz: Probably soon. Blurr lets me do whatever, honestly. Drift: ... She's a fighter. I wasn't expecting that. Soundwave: //Sometimes. 'N scrap chasin' ya, 'n not knowin' where ya - PRIMUS// B l u r r: / oh? A monster? / Rodimus: (my poor heart omg lol ) Whirl: Pfft. It had MY proportions. partytrain: ... didnt james die Drift: Apparently not. boomtank: Cool. So it's probably my schedual that needs work Whirl: I'm not particularly scared of the underground, but I do't think I could deal with tunnels THAT small all the time. Drift: ... Either that, ir he's dead and this guy is a trap. Soundwave: //Sometimes they're real big 'n stuff too. Jus' sometimes they ain't.// partytrain: ugh tiny tunnels Drift: ... Do you think she thinks they're rude? Talking about her like she's not even there? B l u r r: I think they're rude. partytrain: is he dead now? Drift: She keeps almost turning around! What's wrong with her! Soundwave: \\SO WHAT, THEY GOTTA STAND IN THE CORNER FOREVER?\\ Rodimus: (Soo is that a demon or something or some alien? im so confused ) Drift: Look at the corner, you know better! B l u r r: Wow... she's stupid. B l u r r: [[ im down for whatever it is. ]] Drift: ... Does looking at her through the camera count? B l u r r: [[ it's tall and lanky ]] Whirl: Oh hey. partytrain: its a squiggly friend!)) Whirl: Because they stretched her. B l u r r: Technically you're looking at her, you idiot... Whirl: That's why she's all gangly. partytrain: cameras count, dude B l u r r: What a moron... Drift: What if she just... closes her eyes and feels her way toward the door? B l u r r: Humans are so stupid. Soundwave: //Welp.// B l u r r: And uneducated. Drift: Don't turn around. It's a tri—you moron. Rodimus: Whelp... Whirl: She might accidentally grab a fistful of witch. boomtank: ..... Drift: The rules don't say anything about touching the witch being dangerous. partytrain: did it not occur to you the same voice in the same tone might be a TRAP Soundwave: //...What, that's it?// Whirl: No, but it might not be pleasant. partytrain: they're all dead partytrain: what else are they gonna do partytrain: weekend at bernies? Whirl: *swivels his helm around to give Rumble a dry look* Apparently so. Soundwave: *Grunts* B l u r r: / looks back at dataapad / partytrain: i escaped the kittens by sitting w/ the laptop on my knees while im laying down)) partytrain: so far its working)) B l u r r: So who's running Cybertron while you're recklessly away from it? Whirl: *shifts and streeeetches on the ground, pushing himself into a sitting position* B l u r r: / looks up at Rodimus / partytrain: this song <3)) Bevel: I did not like that movie. Soundwave: //Reminds me of that plant.// B l u r r: <3 ]] partytrain: feed me, seymour? Soundwave: //Naw, naw. The one that could do, like, phones 'n people talkin'.// Whirl: Hmm. B l u r r: The Ruins. B l u r r: / scrolling down his datapad/ Soundwave: //That's it!// B l u r r: mmhm. partytrain: oh Whirl: When you said that, reminded me of the fungus movie. partytrain: ........ by the way where the hell am i right now B l u r r: My ship. The Emperor. Whirl: Snack Attack Central Hq. partytrain: its.. very shippy... 10 outta 10 B l u r r: Mm... thanks. Soundwave: //What fungus movie?// Whirl: The one where they replaced the baby. partytrain: *awkward potato rolls out from under soundwave's footers.. also the wall if that's still there* Soundwave: \\...HOW'D YA GET HERE NOT KNOWIN' WHERE YA ARE?\\ Whirl: And then that guy became the new fungus king or whatever. partytrain: ............ i have no idea partytrain: the door, probably B l u r r: Hn. Soundwave: *Soundwave lets him up* Soundwave: *Pat with feeler.* Jazz: *oh yeah. Swipes the wall away* Soundwave: //Oh yeah, that one. Man, humans got problems with forests.// boomtank: -Good Jazz- boomtank: -The wall is not needed now- Whirl: *nods* Whirl: Probably a good idea to avoid 'em on principle. partytrain: *is pat* partytrain: forests *** suck partytrain: low hangin branchs n tree demons n slag B l u r r: sounds like a place I'd go. B l u r r: / swipes screen clear and tosses datapad aside Drift: Oh. Yeah. The fairy movie. Soundwave: [[He likes the look of them.]] partytrain: someone got around my defenses and into my face)) Bevel: Looked like you. Whirl: Never spent much time there. Soundwave: *Soundwave looks at Bevel* Jazz: *yaawns* I love messin' with this mech's music, man. *nudges Blaster* Jazz: So, y'all wanna party sometime? Jazz: I don't know half of yah, but we can party hard. Soundwave: [[Rude. ... But true. And amusing.]] Bevel: *grins* Soundwave: \\...WHAT KINDA PARTY.\\ partytrain: yeah that Jazz: Uh, a PARTY, mech. Jazz: A JAZZ party. No one throws a party like me! Soundwave: *Rumble looks at Whirl* //Yer tall. Probably knock your helm on a branch or somethin'.// partytrain: bro i've never been to a jazz party partytrain: i wouldn't have a frame of reference Whirl: *grave nod* Probably. partytrain: for ovbivous reasons Soundwave: [[That's because everyone else throws -good- parties.]] B l u r r: / vents/ Oh. /glances at Drift/ And I need you to put every single nameof this crew you're assembling. Whirl: Gangly, too. Easy to get tangled in things. B l u r r: / hands datapad/ Just keep that until you figure it out. Drift: Ssso far it's just me. Drift: Hold up. B l u r r: Mm. Jazz: Well, lemme tell you. Jazz: My parties even get Optimus outta the room. Drift: Hey, Frenzy! Wanna join a small ship that's allied with pirates? *points at Blurr when he says "pirates"* partytrain: pirates? Soundwave: //What kinda place ya like best? Not countin' air.// boomtank: -pats, giggling slightly- Sounds like fun partytrain: ........ *omg is that why he has the eyepatch* Soundwave: \\YEAH! ... WAIT.\\ Looks at the Boss. Boss has been listening. He nods. \\YEAH! UH, THE BOSS GOT FINAL SAY ON WHAT I GOTTA DO, BUT YA BET I DO.\\ Whirl: *stares rather blankly into middle space for a long moment; his vice is rather flat when he speaks, at last* Don't really have one. Soundwave: *Frenzy bounces in place, ready to about vibrate out of his armor plating* B l u r r: / dont ask him that omg / Drift: Okay! *looks at Blurr* That's one. partytrain: *HES MORE TACTFUL THAN THAT* Drift: Whirl! How sober are you? Soundwave: *THE LOUDEST OF WHOOPS* B l u r r: Mm. Soundwave: //How c--oh, sorry. Drift's talkin'.// B l u r r: / leans over to mumble to his vacant side / partytrain: *he is going to look at the host w/ a new light tho* partytrain: *big flowing pirate cape + tricorner hat, thats what he needs* Whirl: *blinks and regards Drift with a half-lidded optic* What do you want? Drift: New ship. Tiny crew. Allied with Blurr. Lots of fighting. Quests and goals TBD. I want you on it. Whirl: *regards him rather blankly* I'll get back to you. Soundwave: *Rumble's visor blinks out and back* Jazz: Yah know, though, I might end up goin' back home. Soundwave: //You ain't gonna jus' jump?// Jazz: *flashes visor* I don't wanna leave my mechs behind. *most of them are dead lmao* boomtank: Hmn? Really? Drift: ... Okay. Let me know. Whirl: *swivels the blank stare to Rumble* No. Drift: ... I really want you on the crew. *that's all he'll say. he's leaving it at that.* Soundwave: //Huh. 'Kay.// Soundwave: *Soundwave remembers this from the nemesis movie. He scoots further away from Jazz.* Whirl: *there's a long pause before he says anything* Why? Jazz: *wiggles* partytrain: *awkward wing flicker* Jazz: Yeah, really. *looks at Blaster* It's been hard, man. I'm lookin' all over for anyone who's left. Jazz: There's gotta be some. Soundwave: *Frenzy nudges Train with a foot* Soundwave: \\PIRATE?\\ boomtank: -almost falls over becasue WHY Jazz, don't move- partytrain: *makes an i don't know sound* partytrain: *wings are perked up tho* Jazz: *snicker* Drift: Because I can think of, like, ten Autobots who kick as much *** as you, and out of those ten you're my favorite. boomtank: -huffs and pokes- Jazz: *pokes back with a grin* Drift: ((AS$, LIVESTREAM. AS$.)) Whirl: *at last ahs an expression, and this time it's faint suspicion* Whirl: ((whirl kicks all the asterisks* Drift: *Drift figures that's as close as he can get to saying something actually NICE about Whirl before Whirl recoils.)) boomtank: Yeah. There's got to be some. Good luck finding them Drift: ((there shouldn't be a )) there)) Jazz: Thanks, mech. partytrain: *leans over to frenzy conspiratorially..... way down low, bc he's half standing* i dunno if can deal with no booze though Soundwave: \\SO JOIN DRIFT. BET HE GOT BOOZE.\\ partytrain: was this a conscious choice or the magic of shuffle)) Whirl: *finally looks away and goes back to staring into middle space for a bit before he ooks to Rumble again* Why're you so surprised, anyway? partytrain: sssooo... the fighting... quests optional thing..... is that autobot-only or Soundwave: \\DO I LOOK AUTOBOT TO YOU?\\ B l u r r: If you have questions, you should probably ask the Captain. partytrain: WELL I MEAN B l u r r: / scrolling on datapad/ Just saying. partytrain: autobot-preferred?? i dunno partytrain: ..... wait i thought you were the captain Soundwave: //Dunno. Usually you're, like. First in line for fightin' 'n scrap.// B l u r r: I AM the Captain. B l u r r: I don't care what faction you're from boomtank: Welcome, Jazz Bevel: I am not an Autobot. Whirl: Fighting, yeah. Locking myself up in some small ship with a bunch of chuckleheads, maybe not. Whirl: Well. Chuckleheads and Drift. *be honored, Drift* Soundwave: \\HEY!\\ partytrain: .... do you care that i'm a functioning alcoholic partytrain: apparently there's a thing B l u r r: It depends. Whirl: Chuckleheads and Drift and Frenzy. partytrain: *submissive wings* Soundwave: \\THAT'S BETTER.\\ Whirl: *looks to him* You're gonna be on board? Soundwave: //What, me?// Whirl: Well, I was asking Frenzy, but sure, same question. Drift: *is officially Not a chucklehead. is VERY honored.* B l u r r: It depends on how you are when you're drunk. B l u r r: / still typing / Drift: Rumble's invited too, but I think he wasn't interested. Soundwave: \\ME, YEAH. WHEN I CAN.\\ partytrain: *..... makes a general gesture towards self* partytrain: this is how i always am B l u r r: / looks to his vacant side/ Honey, you weren't functional. You were very dysfunctional. Drift: ... And right now, the list is just Frenzy, me, and maybe you. No chuckleheads so far. B l u r r: / looks to Train/ Then I suppose yes, but the second I see a problem, I'll start tearing things off. B l u r r: Starting with your wings. partytrain: wait what kind of problem Drift: I mean, that might change. Every crew can handle at least two chuckleheads. B l u r r: / looks to his vacant side and tilts his helm/ ... / mumbles and motions to Train. Shakes again/ B l u r r: Like you can't do your job. Whirl: We made do with one hundred and ninety=eight chuckleheads, back on. ...back home. Soundwave: //Eh. Maybe if somethin's -real- worth seein'. I was kinda thinkin' of goin' construction again. Make somethin' nice. Not all scrap 'n rocks all the fraggin' time.// boomtank: -yawns- Jazz: *frowns and chin hands* boomtank: -he needs a nap- Whirl: *nods slowly; that seems like a worthy enough plan* Drift: *"home." deflates a little.* partytrain: s'not a problem, served in the war well enough B l u r r: Then you can stay, I guess /gets up and hands a datapad/ Fill that out. Soundwave: *Rumble caught that 'back home' thing.* B l u r r: / twitches finials and starts talking to both sides. Hello it's council time / partytrain: *tbh not phased at all by talking to dead people, still thinks you would look cooler w/ a hat* B l u r r: / make him one and he might be amused / partytrain: *takes datapad, then pauses* what's your policy on personal freedom? partytrain: KEETS NO)) B l u r r: I don't care what you do, just don't stab me in the back Whirl: All right, losers. *this is said perhaps without the gusto it usually is; Whil gatehrs his feet under him and rises* See you guys later. B l u r r: Or I will remove yours. partytrain: cool Soundwave: //...Seeya, mech.// *Frown and leg bop with fist* B l u r r: / waves at whirl / Bevel: Bye, Whirl partytrain: *he's barely literate, he's gonna have to take this back 'home' or its never gettin done* Whirl: *he does not react to the bop; gives a slight head bob to the room before he turns and leaves* Drift: ... Whirl. B l u r r: / he can teach you how to read / Whirl: *pauses in the doorway* Yeah. Drift: Whether or not you decide you wanna come... come talk to me soon, okay? boomtank: -okay, he should be going home now. He's tired- Whirl: *regards Drift with a blank expression for moment, and then goes; what that look was supposed to mean is anyone's guess* boomtank: -up he goes- Rodimus: /Is still here, just chilling with a cube/ Drift: *Drift thinks that look means "you're gonna have to hunt me down with a tranq gun, fragger"* B l u r r: / stands up and stalks over to Rodimus/ You. B l u r r: Stop comming me. Soundwave: *No reaction to the bop has Rumble chewing on his thumb and thinking. He's probably gonna stay that way for a bit.* partytrain: ..... also what's the policy on that guy-- oh okay you're dealing with it Whirl: ((PFFT NOT A BAD GUESS DRIFT)) Rodimus: Why? partytrain: *.... wait if he leaves will he find this place again* partytrain: **** guess he's campin out* B l u r r: Because we aren't friends. B l u r r: I don't go through boyfriends like Kleenex /hissing at him. Quietly / B l u r r: I have a spot with the Tyran mechs because I am capable and a good soldier for them. B l u r r: Why do you have to make everything I do such a pathetic attempt? /leaning SUPER close/ partytrain: *just gonna crash behind this couch to give ya'll some privacy* Drift: Because he has no natural supplies of self-esteem and so has to steal everyone else's to maintain his own. Rodimus: /Is trying to lean back with his cube to his lips. He looks at the giant mech going behind the couch then Blurr/ partytrain: *u don't see anything* Jazz: *leans back. He's gonna watch this shiit show* Rodimus: /Looks at Drift with a frown and honestly ya'll should give him credit for keeping quiet for so long/ Rodimus: /but since Blurr wants to poke the hornets nest/ boomtank: -annnnd he's heading out. Waves on the way to the door- G'night! B l u r r: /snorts at Drift. Truth / Jazz: *waves at Blaster* boomtank: ((thanks for the stream, gotta go now, g'night Bevel: *enjoys quiet time with Chimera on the floor while this goes on* B l u r r: [[ ni ni ]] Bevel: Bye, Blaster Soundwave: *Chimera hasn't been given outside attention in a long, long... LONG time. It quietly coils around her arm and squeezes.* Rodimus: /He finishes the cubes before crushing it/ So quick question...whats your current boyfriends name? Weren't you dating that cog fanatic or something? B l u r r: Shut up. Rodimus: What happened? B l u r r: / no seriously shut up / It's Roadbuster. Bevel: *will pet him then* Rodimus: No no no. The last time I talked to ya you were gettin' really close to some giant 'Con. B l u r r: / grabs his jaw with his claw/ I am serious, shut up. Drift: *droning from the couch* He can't reply to your actual accusations because he knows he's got no leg to stand on so he's taking cheap shots at your love life. Soundwave: *Soundwave starts turning his head over in Rodimus' direction* Soundwave: *Is this about the mysterious JT?* B l u r r: / leans closer and gets in his face/ I will leave your planet alone, but keep your mouth shut. partytrain: *peeps over couch back* B l u r r: At least I /have/ one... Rodimus: /is very much grinning now and completely ignoring everything else./ partytrain: listen... LISTEN... does anyone have an extra stylus or is it okay if i use my fingers Drift: I've got some! Drift: They're not styluses. They're tiny swords. partytrain: dude partytrain: i want to stab my form Drift: I collect them, actually. Here, look. *stands, rummages around in his armor pockets, and pulls out a handful* Here. Rodimus: /He grabs Blurr's wrist/ Finding loving and friends all in the wrong dimension Rodimus: love* Drift: They'll probably break first, to be honest. They're from Earth. All genuine human-made swords. B l u r r: / snarls and yanks his claw away/ I don't need to keep to my universe... B l u r r: That one's gone. partytrain: wait they're real swords? cool partytrain: .... *LOUD SWORD NOISES* Rodimus: /Makes sure he still haves Blurrs hand in his grip/ And why did you leave? Rodimus: Nothing to go back to in your universe? B l u r r: Master is /gone/ B l u r r: There's nothing else there for me. Rodimus: Wow... partytrain: *the tiny screeching is not working he tried* B l u r r: Wow /what/ ? Soundwave: *Hmm. Nothing else. Well, at least the swords are interesting.* Rodimus: And you call me pathetic? You're really something. B l u r r: Pardon? B l u r r: You're clinging to a throne you STOLE! Drift: Mad that you're not worth coming back for, Rodimus? *obnoxious peanut gallery* partytrain: *after the initial distraction screech he is being hella careful w/ .... aw *** it broke* B l u r r: / snorts at Drift. EEEEY. nice one / Rodimus: /glares at Drift before his face breaks into a smile/ You know what? B l u r r: What? Drift: *looks at the broken sword in dismay* ... Here. Try this one. *offers a rubber sword. it's bendy.* partytrain: *immature wiggling first* Rodimus: No matter how many times you say I stole it, it doesn't really matter. Because guess whose ruling the entire planet with bots who are ACTUALLY loyal. I mean, Prime wasn't really liked. B l u r r: / snarls / partytrain: *okay actually he might be distracted w/ the bendy whoops* Drift: Better to be feared than loved. partytrain: *wiggle wiggle wiggle* Drift: *THE PEANUT GALLERY WILL NOT STOP* B l u r r: He had loyal followers. And he was ten times the Autobot you are. Rodimus: Better to be feared than loved? /he laughed/ How long do you think fear last in those you keep close by? Hmm? Bevel: I can fix that, Drift. Rodimus: Honestly I don't think both of your processors can even balance the two out properly B l u r r: Look what Magnus turned you into... partytrain: THEY KNOCKED DOWN MY WET PRESERVED SNAKE)) Drift: Sorry, are you saying that your closest followers DON'T fear you? Drift: I think that says more about how fearsome YOU are, doesn't it? B l u r r: You're a sniveling brat on a chair. B l u r r: Magnus turned you into a sniveling PRINCE! Rodimus: Do you two even listen? B l u r r: I have selective hearing. partytrain: *wiggle wiggle wiggle* Rodimus: Obviously B l u r r: Do you listen to yourself? Rodimus: I do. And look at where its gotten me now Drift: I'm listening. I'm hearing a lot of posturing and a so-called great leader of a planet who apparently has nothing better to do with his time than neg a pirate captain. B l u r r: You listened to Magnus, who acted just like you are now. B l u r r: And he got his face RIPPED OFF for it! Rodimus: Magnus was an idiot anyway.... B l u r r: Oh, so you don't miss him? B l u r r: Not one bit? Rodimus: ... B l u r r: The mech who was SO HAPPY to see him out of prison? Rodimus: Magnus. Was an idiot B l u r r: He was your /boyfriend/. Rodimus: And that didn't last very long did it? B l u r r: Isn't he dead? partytrain: *goes to poke drift for a bigger one.... he's embroiled in Drama..... just gonna sink back behind the couch with loud rubber wiggle noises in his wake* B l u r r: / looks at Drift / Drift is right. You're just feeding your own ego... Drift: *mumbles* Who was going on a minute ago about how his followers were SO LOYAL to him? Drift: And who was going on about how somebody goes through boyfriends like tissue...? Bevel: *will fish out one of her own styluses to slide over to Train* partytrain: *they dont wiggle tho* partytrain: *will totally double hand it* B l u r r: Tsk... / nods with Drift / Rodimus: /growled at being double teamed/ Drift: Sad. He's totally projecting his own issues. Rodimus: /also realized he was still holding Blurr's wrist/ Bevel: *enjoy* Rodimus: You wan to know something about Magnus, Blurr? B l u r r: Oh what? Rodimus: You'd think you'd pay attention to the fact that the mech always had his own interest in mind. And what did you see? Me tag along? B l u r r: ... /vents and flexes claw. Trying to tug his wrist back/ Drift is right, you're projecting. /vents/ You always followed Magnus. Soundwave: *Soundwave tucks all four datapads into somewhere in the gaps in his chest armor and motions for Rumble and Frenzy to follow him home. Chimera can stay with Bevel a while* Jazz: *grins at soundwave* See yah, buuuddy. Soundwave: *The contact with someone who isn't judging or ignoring them will do them good* partytrain: *nooo his security person :c* Rodimus: /he laughed/ Magnus, was always in the front. Magnus was always getting the attention. Magnus claimed he was going to take over the Autobots Soundwave: [[He's not your -buddy-. But he has no doubt he'll be seeing you.]] Jazz: Oh, I'll come visit! Soundwave: *Telepathic groan.* Rodimus: I may have tagged along, but I never followed him. I'd think you'd know me better than that by now. partytrain: wait, wait, frnzy partytrain: frenzy Soundwave: \\WHAT\\ B l u r r: I know what you are. You're a snake in the grass. partytrain: *gets up, scuttles over, and noogies him* partytrain: there B l u r r: Master never trusted you. That's why I was second and you weren't. Soundwave: \\AAAAAAAARGH\\ Soundwave: *wriggles free and runs to soundwave blowing raspberries the whole while* partytrain: *allows his captive to escape with a bit *** eating grin* partytrain: bye kids, have fun Rodimus: /stands up and drags Blurr with him/ B l u r r: / is dragged? Yikes / B l u r r: / WHY IS EVERYONE TALLER THAN ME / Rodimus: /HAH/ partytrain: *platform heels* Drift: *to his feet. grabs a sword.* Hey, hey— B l u r r: / glances at Drift and then at Rodimus / B l u r r: / holds up a claw/ Hold on, I want to see what he's going to try and form. B l u r r: He's not that highly educated. He needs to think of his words. Drift: ... *scowls, but doesn't attack. but moves to the side so he CAN.* B l u r r: And he better choose them /wisely/. partytrain: *is just awkwardly standin in the room now rip* partytrain: *call him when there's screamin* Rodimus: What? Can't fight your own battles now? Do you always have to have Drift with you? /he lets go, or rather just tosses it/ B l u r r: / stumbles and rubs his wrist/ I don't need Drift to fight my battles for me. B l u r r: I can fight by myself. But we're not fighting. Rodimus: Yes you do B l u r r: No, I don't. Bevel: *will bring Chimera back later then, for now she's gonna keep petting them. it's soothing and a nice distraction from all the drama* Drift: You know what this is called, Rodimus? Drift: It's called /loyalty./ Drift: Apparently you can't recognize it. partytrain: *scratches his chestplates* Rodimus: Ahh, loyalty Rodimus: But how far does yours really go? B l u r r: ...Drift is my best friend. B l u r r: He's not like you. Rodimus: Is he? Drift: Wanna find out? partytrain: *yeah he's gonna go hide behind the couch but better this time and hopefully wake up later* B l u r r: He is loyal. Rodimus: I don't need to find out from what I've already seen. B l u r r: I trust Drift with everything I have. Rodimus: But answer my comm, Blurr. What will you do when you're bestfriend can't come and help you? B l u r r: I'll fight by myself. Like I always have. Rodimus: Oh? Is that so? B l u r r: Yes. That is so. Drift: *... "comm"? Rodimus was COMMING Blurr?* B l u r r: / hyes yes he was / Drift: *oh goddammit he touched Rodimus's face all night for no reason* Rodimus: What will you do if he told 'no'? B l u r r: / u enjoyed it somehow / Rodimus: /You know you wanted to touch his face/ B l u r r: He just did and we're still friends. B l u r r: Drift has rights to choose whatever he wants. He's not chained to me. Rodimus: How cute. Rodimus: Did you hear that Drift, you're not chained to him? Do you know what that means? B l u r r: Will you get to the point and stop dancing? Drift: It's probably not a very good point. B l u r r: a dull point. Rodimus: /enjoys dancing/ partytrain: i might be imagining that literally)) Rodimus: Lol dancing?) partytrain: 'get to the point and for gods sake stop moving your feet')) Rodimus: Fine fine fine. partytrain: *aggressive cha-cha slide* no)) Rodimus: didn't Roadbuster die? Rodimus: Killed by humans or whatever? Rodimus: Didn't that whole universe go through an entire purge so some slag like that? Rodimus: And you're still hangin' around? B l u r r: ... It's a different one. Rodimus: ...a different one? Rodimus: So? What happened to....JT? Or whatever his name is. B l u r r: He's gone. Rodimus: So what are you on? /he counted on his fingers/ Mech number 5? B l u r r: ... /frowns/ It doesn't matter. B l u r r: / it's 6 / B l u r r: / possibly 7 / partytrain: *same* Rodimus: Ever stop to consider that every single bot you attempt to be loyal to in some shape or form...just ends up dying or leaving you. B l u r r: ... /twitches claws. / Rodimus: Lets see if I can remember some of their names. B l u r r: ... Stop. Rodimus: Dodge? B l u r r: Stop. Drift: EVERYONE dies or leaves eventually. That's because people die and people move in different directions from each other! Drift: Loyalty's got nothing to do with it. Drift: Loyalty makes them stay LONGER than they would have otherwise. B l u r r: / oh god thank god for Drift / yeah. Drift: If you're loyal to a mech for a thousand years and then they die, that's a thousand more years you'll have with them than you would have if you'd shoved them away at the start. Rodimus: /laughed/ Shut up Drift! Longer than they would have otherwise? Rodimus: Please Rodimus: Didn't one of your boyfriends try to kill you or something? Is that loyalty? B l u r r: ... /twitches finials/ Velocity did- it doesn't matter. B l u r r: You weren't loyal to me and we were partners! Rodimus: Does it? B l u r r: Every mission, who was it? You and I! B l u r r: Then you got this idea in your head that you could lead better than Master could and it tore us apart! B l u r r: You shot my jaw off, Rodimus! Rodimus: Why would I be loyal to YOU when all you do it stick up for Prime?! B l u r r: Because he was MY PRIME! Rodimus: YOUR PRIME IS DEAD! Drift: And now we're getting to the root of it. B l u r r: ... /has a murderous look on his face / Drift: You're just jealous he wasn't loyal to YOU FIRST. Rodimus: And for someone who was oh so loyal was BLIND. To what our so called master needed. And look at where your loyalty go him Rodimus: Dead. B l u r r: ... I didn't kill him! Drift: Otherwise why would it matter to you if he was loyal to someone else first. B l u r r: / looks at Drift/ Is that what he's saying? Rodimus: /snapped at Drift/ And so what? Drift: He's trying. Badly. Apparently loyalty was supposed to make you a trained medic who can identify internal diseases at a glance. Drift: So what? So you look like a jealous, petty idiot. You're trying to convince Blurr that he's wrong to be loyal because you're oh so sad that he wasn't loyal to YOU in the exact way YOU wanted him to be partytrain: *wait what he was not expecting Died of Plague, he thought it was gonna be Died of Shot* Drift: Sounds to me like YOU'RE the one who has a problem with loyalty. Not Blurr. B l u r r: I was loyal to my friend until he stabbed me in the back. B l u r r: We were /friends/ once. Drift: Backstabbing. That's a Rodimus problem. Not a Blurr problem. Rodimus: Once. /vents/ I don't have a problem with loyalty. I know where my loyalties lie and I know how to maintain my loyalty with others. B l u r r: So why do you say the things you say to me? B l u r r: / he's asking super honestly/ Drift: Because he's still jealous and bitter that you didn't put him first. Drift: And because he wants to see you fail out here. Because if you succeed, it means he's wrong about loyalty, he's wrong about you, and he's wrong about how he runs his life. B l u r r: ... Rodimus hates being wrong. Drift: *honestly Drift is going 40% on what Rodimus has said, 30% on what Drift knows about his OWN Rodimus, and 30% just saying whatever comes into his head to drown Rodimus out.* partytrain: *lowkey enjoying how they're speaking around the 'enemy' while he's Right There* Rodimus: /better believe it/ Rodimus: /SG is just a messed up place don't come here on vacation/ Drift: *he doesn't care about being right so much as he cares about completely discrediting Rodimus in Blurr's eyes. The more Drift can cut him down, the less Rodimus's words can hurt Blurr* partytrain: *ok but if rodimus starts bringing out the stick effigies it's time to go* Drift: Yeah? Does he? No surprises there. Bevel: *has learned so much just sitting here hanging out quietly with Chimera wrapped around her arm* Rodimus: /is seething right now. He knows how loyalty works. He knows very well/ B l u r r: / as does he / partytrain: *peeps helm over couch to watch for Blair Witch ***, just in case* Rodimus: /But Drift just keeps on talking and he can't handle it any to the point he rips off his *** moustache. -gasp-/ partytrain: .... it comes off? B l u r r: / oh my god / Drift: ... *crACKS UP* partytrain: it *** comes off Rodimus: (im sorry i ccan't stop laughing ) Bevel: *chokes* Drift: *DOUBLES UP LAUGHING* B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHAHAHAA!! Drift: *drops his sword so he can put his hands on his knees* Oh— Oh Pr— *wheeeeeeze* P-P-Primus... B l u r r: / cackling behind his claws / partytrain: ...... dude partytrain: can i try it on Rodimus: ( ican't...omg my sides hurt) Bevel: [[omfg i cant Drift: *he can't breathe* Rodimus: /lets them have their fill for a moment/ partytrain: *listen you don't get to be smug MISSING A MUSTACHE misteR* B l u r r: / wheeze/ You are so stupid! Bevel: *gonna just lay down now so she can laugh into her own hands, don't mind her* Rodimus: /gives Train the 'stache so he can have it or whatever/ partytrain: ............ partytrain: *sticks it upon the end of his nose bc it is too small for his face* Drift: Whah— wh-wha.... What's, that... s-s-supposed... *wheeeeze* Drift: m'dyin. partytrain: *purses his lips and tries to look dignified* partytrain: you're right though this does feel kinda gross Drift: *looks up. CRACKS UP AGAIN* Drift: *waves astrotrain off. no. no. take it away.* partytrain: *the mustache falls off* Rodimus: /doesn't even seemed phased with the laughter/ Do you know why I where that thing? Drift: Oh—ohhhh... i knew it. Drift: s'gonna be a... big... symbolic hooha. partytrain: *sticks it on his forehead as a unibrow instead* hm? Rodimus: /rolls his optics/ Bevel: *giggles* Drift: *still giggling* Drift: *sits down to catch his breath and pick up his sword* Rodimus: /crosses his arms over his chest/ Drift: *waves vaguely at rodimus* Just, get on with it. partytrain: is it made of dead people partytrain: it's totally made of dead people Rodimus: /Nope. Nah.He too salty at you Drift./ partytrain: ..... is it secretly a batarang B l u r r: ... spit it out, Rodimus partytrain: are you secretly batman B l u r r: / crosses arms / partytrain: *still wearing it as a unibrow* Rodimus: You say I don't know anything about loyalty? Think all I know how to do it backstab people? B l u r r: That's all you do. Rodimus: How long do you think I was loyal to Prime? B l u r r: Not very... Rodimus: And why's that? B l u r r: Because you wanted his spot. Rodimus: HAH. Please. B l u r r: You did. Rodimus: If getting rid of him meant, taking his spot then. Fine. Rodimus: I wanted his spot. B l u r r: ... Why would you want to get rid of him? B l u r r: He was perfect... Rodimus: You can even say getting that spot was mostly out of revenge really. Perfect? HAH! B l u r r: Revenge for what?! He was rising us to the top! partytrain: ... so whats it got to do with the face squiggle Drift: Get on with it! Rodimus: And to get to the top he needed an army! One that he didn't care what happened to. As long as he got it. /which Rodimus did admire/ Because of our so called loyalty every single Wrecker is dead. Rodimus: But its okay right? B l u r r: We did what we had to... B l u r r: He did what he had to. B l u r r: We've all done what we had to! Drift: You ARE aware that soldiers die in a war, right? Drift: Like... when you sign up for an army... you're signing up for a chance to die. partytrain: yeah that's like... the first thing they tell you Rodimus: There's a thin line between common sense and knowing when to be stratigically smart. About something. Rodimus: I'm well aware that bots die. Thank you Drift: That's a thing that happens. When you join an army. The leader decides he needs to throw soldiers at a problem and not all of those soldiers will come home. B l u r r: It doesn't change the fact that we do what we have to to survive, Rodimus. Drift: Really? Because it sure sounds to me like you're complaining about soldiers dying.

I missed a lot, the chat was exciting. ;;;; a lot of arguing happened. the mustache migrated to Drift who wore it for .2 seconds before passing it back to Astro, who put it on his butt and started mockingly rephrasing everything Rodimus said. Rodimus claimed that he turned on Optimus to get revenge for the deaths of all the Wreckers.

B l u r r: To the end of my ember's lifespan. Rodimus: That's not very far. Thats something every Autobot swears to when they join. B l u r r: It is far for me. partytrain: *may have gotten distracted by his own butt bongos* B l u r r: I already went further than anyone else. Rodimus: And you're proud of it? B l u r r: ... /looks to his vacant side./ ... /looks back at Rodimus/ B l u r r: ... /cringing from the side/ B l u r r: Yes. Rodimus: /recalls something/ What exactly happened to Dodge? Drift: ... And I'm proud of him. Drift: *astro's falling down on the job, drift's gotta step back up* Drift: *hilarious bongos tho* B l u r r: / tenses up a little / I killed him. partytrain: *he tried so hard man* Drift: *you did great* Rodimus: /stares/ Why? B l u r r: / glances at Drift with a little smirk / B l u r r: Because... he was... it was an- he was lying to me. B l u r r: He lied to me. Rodimus: Every bot lies Blurr. B l u r r: He was going to go to the Decepticons and tell them all of the secrets he knew and I knew he'd tell them. He was too nice. B l u r r: I knew he'd tell. I knew he would. partytrain: *going to go back to mockingly wiggle his buns in time with rod's words* B l u r r: I panicked. I panicked so I killed him so he wouldn't tell... Drift: It's a fitting punishment for treachery. Drift: *knows the true story. backing up blurr anyway.* partytrain: *doesn't know the story, taking it at face value* Rodimus: Is this coming from the Decepticon turned Autobot? B l u r r: Leave Drift out of it. Drift: *big shrug* I'm ready for someone to come for me. Rodimus: You killed him so he wouldn't tell. And I'm sure that made Prime very happy. B l u r r: It did. B l u r r: He was proud of me. Rodimus: What is he your dad? B l u r r: ... No. partytrain: *wiggle wiggle* daaaaaaad B l u r r: He was more important to me than anything else.... partytrain: daddy help theyre being mean to me B l u r r: / it's hurting him to lie. Literally. His insides hurt / Rodimus: more than Dodge and everyone else I see. B l u r r: ... /picking at his arm / B l u r r: Dodge never left me Rodimus: He didn't? Does his frame move Blurr? B l u r r: Yes. B l u r r: / he sees it in his mind / Rodimus: Does he talk to you? B l u r r: Yes. Rodimus: /knows this/ Rodimus: Has anyone besides that idiot /he points at Drift/ Every acknowledge that they are alive? B l u r r: It doesn't matter. Rodimus: Ever* Rodimus: Does it? B l u r r: To me they are alive. And he isn't an idiot. Drift: Soundwave has. B l u r r: It doesn't matter! Rodimus: Yes it does. partytrain: ghost bros are cool too partytrain: i dunno what your problem is Drift: ... Hasn't Whirl too? Rodimus: You know very well what happens to an ember when it goes out. Drift: *has no idea if Whirl has. But thinks that would be the kind of thing Whirl would just shrug and go along with* Rodimus: Just the way you here Dodge. Do you hear Prime? Rodimus: hear* Rodimus: (man I can't type tonight) B l u r r: ... No. Rodimus: Why? B l u r r: I don't think he wants to talk to me. B l u r r: Whirl has, yeah... B l u r r: / shifts a little / Rodimus: Why wouldn't he want to talk to you? Weren't you important to him? partytrain: *sad bongos* Drift: Didn't you say you feel Optimus on a different level now? Like... higher than Dodge. B l u r r: I feel Master in a way that fuels my movements. B l u r r: He is the guiding force behind everything I do Rodimus: But you don't feel him enough to give him the same spot as Dodge. Drift: Know why Optimus doesn't talk to you, Blurr? B l u r r: I do... / shifts more. He's starting to internally panic / Drift: Because Dodge and Velocity talk to you because you own them. You control them. You kept them from leaving. B l u r r: / looks at Drift / Drift: You don't own Optimus. You've never owned Optimus. He's not under your power, he's a power over you. B l u r r: ... T-that makes sense. Drift: He's moved past the need to talk. He sends his messages to you in other ways. Drift: HE controls YOU. That's why you feel him as a force guiding you. He doesn't need words to steer you. He just does it, like you're his puppet. partytrain: *this is far beyond bongos.. he's just gonna sit his *** down and go back to workin on this datapad with his bendy sword* partytrain: *rip mustache* Rodimus: /snickers/ His puppet? B l u r r: .. /lifts claws and scrubs them over his faceplate / Drift: *drift is like 99% sure blurr would be into being optimus's puppet* B l u r r: what do you want from me, Rodimus? partytrain: is it a frag? cause it don't look like he's interested Rodimus: Thats pretty good though. You really were his puppet. Drift: ... He wants to make you feel bad. Drift: That's all. That's all he wants. B l u r r: I wasn't... Rodimus: You did everything for Prime. Gave everything for Prime. Prime made you feel special. Drift: *drift was wrong, blurr isn't into being a puppet. damn.* B l u r r: Yes, he did! B l u r r: He made me feel like an actual person! Drift: *oh okay, that's what we're going with* partytrain: *morE FURIOUS SCRIBBLING* Rodimus: Prime said to go left. You went left. Prime said to kill someone you actually liked, and you killed them. B l u r r: Yes. I did. Drift: The only thing Rodimus wants is for you to feel bad, Blurr. Rodimus: Do you enjoy being used like that? B l u r r: I don't feel BAD FOR DOING WHAT I DID! Drift: He doesn't want to have an actual conversation with you. He doesn't want to make any progress with you. He doesn't want closure. B l u r r: I WANTED HIM TO USE ME! Drift: He wants you to feel bad. Drift: Why are you listening to him? B l u r r: Because he gets under my PLATING /looks at Drift/ Drift: Why not just kick him off the ship. partytrain: oh, dude, i can totally help with that partytrain: he looks like he weighs 2 pounds Drift: What about him deserves ten seconds of your attention? B l u r r: ... /just stares at Drift / I don't... B l u r r: I don't know... /scrunches up face. His processor is whirring loudly / partytrain: *getting up with grabby hands at the ready* Drift: Nothing about him deserves your attention. B l u r r: He was my friend once... Rodimus: ...... Drift: *stands up and walks to Blurr.* Yeah. I know he was. Drift: But he's not anymore. And you don't owe him anything now. Drift: You don't owe it to him to hear him out. He doesn't deserve that chance. B l u r r: ... He was my partner in the Seekers. Drift: And he's just gonna use it to try to hurt you more. partytrain: *approaches roddy as subtly as he can manage* partytrain: *awaitin your orders tho boss* Rodimus: /Even Blurr and Rodimus don't understand the relationship they have. Its this weird thing. They hate each other but of to keep each other at arms length./ B l u r r: / yep / Rodimus: (but have*) Drift: *puts hands on Blurr's shoulders* He threw that away. B l u r r: ... We're like rivals. Drift: I've had a rival. Drift: He's not worth your time. B l u r r: ... /vents/ I suppose. partytrain: *expectant chirrup?* B l u r r: / glances at Rodimus/ Rodimus: /groans/ Whatever Blurr. You keep telling yourself you're the perfect soldier. Rodimus: Keep telling Drift how you only ever served Prime. Never a Traitor. B l u r r: I'm not a traitor. Drift: ... You don't have to look at him. Rodimus: Aren't you? B l u r r: / flickers optic/ I'm not... B l u r r: / looks at Drift/ I'm not a traitor. I'm loyal to my Prime... Drift: I know you are. Rodimus: You think no body knows how you left Magnus to go to Prime? B l u r r: I didn't leave Magnus. B l u r r: I never served him. Rodimus: Oh? You didn't? B l u r r: / or so he's convinced himself / I didn't. Rodimus: No. Rodimus: Everyone knows Blurr. Drift: Wow, huuuge treachery, leaving behind a treacherous leader to serve the true leader. B l u r r: No one knows. B l u r r: / looks at Rodimus/ Stop talking. Rodimus: Every Autobot knows. B l u r r: They don't know ANYTHING! B l u r r: YOU don't know anything! Rodimus: You want to talk about me and Magnus? Lets talk about YOU and Magnus! partytrain: *frag it he's going for it, will attempt to scruff rodimus* B l u r r: / pushes away from Drift and stalks over to Rodimus/ There was never MAGNUS AND I. Rodimus: In fact! Lets talk about how the Autobots practically disbanded because you LEFT! B l u r r: SHUT UP! B l u r r: / reaches for his chainsaw/ Get off of my ship. Drift: *would cut in, but looks like Astro's dealing with it* Drift: *that sounded like an eviction order to Drift* B l u r r: It wasn't my fault... I tried. B l u r r: I tried the best I could, they just WOULDNT LISTEN TO ME! Rodimus: /now they're all up in each other faces. But he's out. Please he's dealt with Skyfire he just slide on away from the room/ I wonder why? Rodimus: /hes out/ Drift: You don't have to explain yourself to a traitor. partytrain: *gDIT HE WANTED TO DRAMATICALLY TOSS HIM OUT* B l u r r: / Frustrated snarl scream and just throws chainsaw at the couch/ partytrain: *petulantly flings the mustache out in his place* Rodimus: /try harder!/ B l u r r: / kicks over a table. Digs claws into some of this table / B l u r r: / shouting at his empty space council / Drift: *... hovers nearby.* Drift: *will intervene if Blurr starts hurting himself. otherwise, will let him get it out.* partytrain: WELL partytrain: that was fun partytrain: im just gonna.. i'll sleep here, ok? *awkwardly perches on couch w/ datapad* B l u r r: /claws into his finials and just kicks over something else and wheezes / partytrain: *couch w/ datapad and chainsaw B l u r r: Oww... ow ow. /doubles over and grabs helm/ I don't want to be here... partytrain: *ahh, just like home* B l u r r: / i mean technically that can be ur home if u want / partytrain: *eternal couch crasher* B l u r r: / DID U LEAVE UR MOUSTACHE HERE THO RODIMUS OMG ./ partytrain: *idk people use this sometimes* partytrain: *it's in the doorway* Drift: ... Hey. Hey. *bends over a bit to gently wrap arm around Blurr's back.* Let's—let's sit down, okay? B l u r r: / flickers optic a little and jumps like a scared cat/ ... B l u r r: ... You're still here? B l u r r: / looking around/ You're still here. Drift: Of course. Always. Drift: I'm not leaving you, Blurr. partytrain: *writing 'this is super gay' in the margins of his datapad to be deleted later* B l u r r: ... T-that's okay. I'm ... I'm fine. It's fine. / trying to process / Drift: *just this once, Drift won't argue.* B l u r r: / moves to sit down and just sort of half on the couch, half off / partytrain: *yes hello* partytrain: *maneuvers so he's not taking up all of it nad keeps his big trap shut* B l u r r: / trying to process everything as fast as he can./ B l u r r: He's gone, why am I still mad... B l u r r: / scrubs faceplate with claws/ Rodimus: / Because deep down youu love him / Drift: Because that's what he wanted. B l u r r: / GET OUT U / B l u r r: / u love me first / B l u r r: He gets under my plating, he always gets under my plating... Drift: Because he spouted slag things he knew you were insecure about. partytrain: *smells like AXE body spray all of a sudden* Rodimus: / its tru im terble. / Drift: The things he says don't hurt because they're true. Drift: They hurt because you're already nervous about the decisions you made. B l u r r: ... But what if they ARE true? Drift: They aren't. B l u r r: What if I'm not the person I think I am... /which isn't much of a person, honestly / Drift: And what's more, he doesn't care if they're true. He only says them because he wants you to—to feel exactly like you feel now. Drift: Blurr, who in the universe could possibly know you better than you? Rodimus: /Me/ partytrain: *THERES THAT SMELL AGAIN* Drift: He betrayed you. He hurt you. He left. He only knows about you from a distance now. B l u r r: ... We spent a lot of time together. He knew a lot about me. Drift: Yeah, you spent, what? A few hours with him a day, thousands of years ago? Millions of years ago? Drift: You live with yourself every second of every day, 24/7. B l u r r: ... Yeah, well. B l u r r: It's not exactly a joy ride. Drift: You know yourself better than he ever could. He only saw a tiny bit of you. B l u r r: / vents and just buries helm in claws / B l u r r: I bet this is easier for normal people. Drift: What he's doing is like—is like, opening up a book to a random page, and studying one word with a microscope. And then using that analysis to describe the whole book. B l u r r: / makes a muffled noise / partytrain: ugh i hate it when people do that Rodimus: /smells like death and bath and body words thousand wishes/ Rodimus: works* partytrain: what if that one word's like... crustmuffin. now oyu're a crustmuffin and you don't even know what that IS Drift: Heh. B l u r r: ... I just thought we were done. B l u r r: But everytime we talk, it's like we want to say something, but we can't. Drift: He's focusing in on what he knows about you. He knows you're loyal—he knows that MATTERS. And that's why he's got to pick at that, from every angle possible. B l u r r: / vvents and just sinks into his corner of the couch/ Drift: ... He just wants to hurt you. That's all he wants. partytrain: *scratches at his chestplates again* B l u r r: He's always wanted that. Drift: He doesn't want to say anything else to you. Drift: You shouldn't—you shouldn't give him opportunities. To say what you think he wants to say but can't. B l u r r: ... /glances at Drift and just looks back at the wall / Drift: Even if that thing is really there, it doesn't matter. It's not as important as what he's ACTUALLY saying to you. Drift: And that's anything he can think of to tear into you. B l u r r: Dodge says... he knows why. B l u r r: / vents slowly./ He knows why I let him talk. Drift: ... You wanna make up with him, don't you. B l u r r: No. partytrain: *CALLED IT* Drift: Then what? B l u r r: If I let him win, then whatever we had before he turned on us was a lie. B l u r r: Which means he used me. Which makes him just like Velocity. B l u r r: It makes me look stupid... /grits denta/ I'm not stupid. B l u r r: / frustrated noise. Presses claws over optic and eye patch alike / Drift: ... You're not going to win by arguing with him. partytrain: he's *** stupid Drift: Because he doesn't care. He only wants to hurt you. Drift: He IS stupid! Did you hear—everything he SAID is stupid. He doesn't care about being sensible. Drift: The best way to win is to tell him to frag off and not listen to him. partytrain: literally all he did was come in and be a shitheel Drift: He just—tossed slag left and right that made HIM sound like a moron. B l u r r: ... /just sinks down and vents slow/ B l u r r: I miss my Prime. Drift: ... *shoulders sink* Drift: *he misses his Prime, too.* Drift: I know. B l u r r: I miss someone perking up when I walk in B l u r r: instead of just... B l u r r: empty halls. partytrain: *well now he feels like an even bigger awkward potato* partytrain: *does he miss His Megatron? ...... maybe* Drift: ... You know I perk up whenever you walk in, yeah? B l u r r: Yeah. B l u r r: But, you don't live here. B l u r r: No one lives here. B l u r r: / except Train maybe if he wants to / partytrain: *he's stranded in the multiverse and doesn't actually live anywhere either* Drift: I'm gonna be coming over a lot more. B l u r r: ... /vents and just covers faceplate with claws/ B l u r r: Yeah, I know... B l u r r: / boyfriends like kleenex is bugging him, too. / B l u r r: / but he's just going to move on from that / Drift: I mean—I'm mainly doing the ally thing so that Frenzy can come along. Drift: but honestly we're gonna be like, a trailer hitched to you. B l u r r: I guess. B l u r r: / vents/ It's probably better no one lives in the main ship anyway... partytrain: *could probably liven up the joint but he doesn't know if overbuns owuld be allowed* B l u r r: It B l u r r: is usually the first thing they blow up. Drift: ... Pff. partytrain: ....... Drift: Hey, if they ever blow up the main ship, you're welcome on mine. partytrain: eh frag it, i blew up once, s'fine Drift: *turns and STARES at Astrotrain* Drift: ... Looking pretty good. *thumbs up* B l u r r: I've been blown up before, too. B l u r r: / vents long and just looks at his vacant side/ I lied to him, anyway... B l u r r: I'm not proud of what I did. To Dodge. Drift: *nods* B l u r r: I never was. I just wore it like I was because it made my Master happy. He understood my pain and thanked me. Drift: I know. Drift: *arm squeeze around Blurr's shoulders* B l u r r: ... I'm so tired of reality. partytrain: dude, samea B l u r r: /slow blinks it out / partytrain: same* Drift: ... yeah. B l u r r: But the last time I was tired, I was dead for three weeks. Drift: *sounds nice tbh* B l u r r: / it was / B l u r r: ... you know. Rodimus is the only mech left from my verse that actually still contacts me. B l u r r: Maybe that's why we keep letting him bother us, hn. partytrain: ....... *comes to the realization that no one of his unverse contacts him* partytrain: *eh, their loss* Drift: S'not worth it. partytrain: ... *goes over and picks up the mustache fro mthe floor, offers it to blurr ceremoniously* Drift: I mean, I'm fine. And I haven't heard anything from my universe since— partytrain: this is all you need of that guy honestly Drift: *chokes up.* Drift: *... pretends it was because of the mustache* B l u r r: / lifts claw to pat / B l u r r: One of these days, when I finally die, someone is going to say, "Remember that pirate? He was pretty okay." B l u r r: And I can live with that. Drift: If I outlive you, I'm gonna say a lot more than that. Drift: Probably starting with "dammit Blurr" and "who gave you permission to die". B l u r r: ... Oh, yeah. B l u r r: There's that. B l u r r: ... /glances at Drift/ Hey. Uhm. B l u r r: Do you wanna stay over? Drift: God, yes. Drift: *he is SO tired of going back to an empty bed.* B l u r r: Hey, mech. What's your name? partytrain: uh-- astrotrain B l u r r: ... Blurr. partytrain: nice to meet you, captain partytrain: ... sorry about the shenanigans B l u r r: / weh he got called captain / B l u r r: ... I don't care about those. Listen, my ship docks soon. Drift: He's the cool triplechanger. B l u r r: / looks at Drift / We can crash in the room. If you want. Drift: Sounds good. B l u r r: You can pick any room you want to, Astrotrain. B l u r r: Just let Dart or NOS know. B l u r r: Oh, and if you see a really tall, skinny mech wandering, don't panic. B l u r r: He looks terrifying, but he's harmless. Drift: Don't talk to NOS, he's a creep. Drift: Just talk to Dart. B l u r r: Mhm. partytrain: honestly i was just gonna chill out in here 'til i figure out how i actually... got here? but if you guys have already claimed it i'll figure something out partytrain: maybe the flight deck B l u r r: No, my room is a little further bac. B l u r r: *back B l u r r: We're landing on Earth, so don't freak out. It's safe. Drift: You sure? B l u r r: Yes. Roadbuster lives there. B l u r r: I visit him enough to know I won't die. partytrain: *ew, earth* s'cool, i'll just.. not go down planetside partytrain: had enough of that to last me three lifetimes Drift: Heh. It's not a bad planet when you aren't fighting on it. B l u r r: Well, I have to keep my end of the deal with Jazz. B l u r r: Even though he couldn't do what he was supposed to. B l u r r: Anyway. Come on, Drift. Before I pass out from this processor ache. Drift: Want me to carry you? Drift: Wait, lemme rephrase that. Can I carry you? partytrain: oh uh-- *offers chainsaw* partytrain: probably shouldn't recharge on that B l u r r: / reaches for chainsaw. Nuzzles the blade a little and hangs it on his back again / B l u r r: ... Uh, will it cheer you up to carry me? partytrain: *.......... trying really hard not to ask if that's also made of dead people* Rodimus: (good night guys. thanks for letting me crash the party) partytrain: *when in doubt it probably is* B l u r r: ( ur always invited ) Drift: ... Honestly, yeah. Little bit. B l u r r: ( u and ur stache ) Rodimus: (keep the moustache as a gift ) partytrain: blurr can frame it as a trophy)) Drift: ((drift still wants to know wtf it is)) B l u r r: Then go ahead. B l u r r: Im dizzy anyway. Drift: ((HE NEVER EXPLAINED WHAT IT'S FOR)) Drift: *scoops up blurr* Just give me directions. Rodimus: (lol. Well I just have it hc that he wore it on a dare and it got stuck...or something idk) partytrain: *has couch to self ...... it is small. most of couch to self* Drift: ((Omfg)) Drift: ((after he was so dramatic about it)) B l u r r: [[ LOL ]] partytrain: *has answered exactly 2 questions on the form!* Rodimus: (I think the dare was from the Wreckers? I don't know I have read that over agina) B l u r r: / hooks claws into Drift's armor/ Well, you'll want to go down this hallway, then left into the lift. Go to the third level and head straight down the hall. Rodimus: (Also im still laughing at that) Drift: *and absconds with the blurr* B l u r r: / yay sleepover! /

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