#I HATE UR HELM BLURR

[cakeboppop]

Very quick warm up Doodle of @coyotemaximal designs for swindle x blurr (based on @madamadamiu cat au) . Big fan of all the transformers kitties but I’m so out of practice drawing cats lol so I will be drawing them as strange creature shapes next time I get the chance

[rurounidrift]

Aug 29 Blurr’s Horror Stream - The Twilight Zone

Drift felt brilliant because he totally guessed the twist in one of the episodes and Soundwave complimented him on it. He completely failed to guess any of the other twists.

Blurr had a kidnapped child on the ship. Drift hates it in principle.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. Dither: [ follows along with arms held up, grabbing ] Dither: Lemme help! B l u r r: ... /hisses/ Knock it off, Cretin. Dither: But! Dither: I want to help! ; ^; B l u r r: For pit sake, just get out of my way. B l u r r: [[ oh okay itunes just break, that's cool ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave drifts in with his usual bunch in tow, careful to avoid Blurr, the trays, and the - someone.* Dither: [ pouts ] B l u r r: Don't do that, it doesn't work on me. /setting trays down on table./ B l u r r: / waves a free claw at Soundwave and co. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy waves* B l u r r: / grabs a plate and holds it out to Dither / Hold this. Dither: Yessir, Cap'n! [ holds ] B l u r r: / vents and starts stacking treats on it. Very organized / Dither: :0 B l u r r: Now, take it over to the couch and sit there, cretin. B l u r r: And don't drop a single one. Dither: Yessir! Dither: [ carries with extreme focus and sits on the couch, and smiles proudly at the new mechs ] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Who is this.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looking at Dither.* Whirl: *slinks in right to his usual spot in the Hammock, bobbing his head at Blurr* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\DEATH FROM BELOW\\ B l u r r: / waves at whirl / ItsyBitsySpyers: *The twins are going to try to tip Whirl out of the hammock from underneath* B l u r r: / motions to Dither/  This is... hnh. Well, it's a cretin, that's for sure. Dither: (he is a wee child) B l u r r: / scratches helm finial/ Some runt I picked up in Tyran. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He didn't ask what it is. He can SEE what it is. He asked WHO it is.]] B l u r r: ... Cretin. Whirl: *very serenely looks around the room, pretending not to notice; you can't overbalance this chopper, my good sirs* Dither: Who are you? :0 B l u r r: / moves to sit on the couch / ItsyBitsySpyers: *They're gonna keep trying for a moment anyway. It'll take a good forty seconds of shoving and grunting from beneath the hammock before they give in and accept defeat.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Soundwave. Which is a proper designation, unlike what Blurr is calling you.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Do you have another?]] B l u r r: Tch, still a name. Whirl: *still pretending not to notice* What's it... KSO? You one of those KSO mecha? Whirl: It wasn't KSO, i think... B l u r r: KSI? No. Whirl: KSI, that's what it was. A113N: Its not Wednesday? What gives, Blurr? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Damn it. This was funnier in their heads.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *They vent and climb into the hammock to settle down.* Dither: Only Cap'n calls me that. My name's Dither! B l u r r: / crosses arms and settles in his seat / Whirl: *It looks like all the amusement is Whirl's tonight;HE thought h was hilarious* Oh. THERE you two are. Was wondering. Whirl: *the cheekiest look* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Dither. He sees. Thank you.]] B l u r r: / reaches over and takes a snack from the plate Dither has / Drift: *walks in, looks at the tiny person that does not look like an adult, and looks at Blurr.* What is that. Dither: [ wiggles ] am I allowed to have some??? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SWEAR YA WEIGH MORE'N ASTROTRAIN.\\ B l u r r: It's a cretin. B l u r r: / glances at Dither / I don't care, eat whatever you want. B l u r r: Or whoever. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Assorted nods in Drift's direction.* Whirl: Well, I AM huge, compared to you lot. But I'm pretty light for a flier. Whirl: *if they need help into the hammock, they will find a willing claw and/or leg* Dither: [ too distracted to notice, as he has just shoved a whole adult sized snack into his tiny kid mouth ] B l u r r: / wiggles claws at Drift all the same / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy scowls and squints* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YOU SAYIN' SOMETHIN' ABOUT HOW SHORT WE ARE?\\ Drift: *assorted nods back* Drift: Is the cretin a /child./ Whirl: *shrugs* I mean. You're small, and I'm huge. Empirical facts. Of course I'm gonna seem heavy. B l u r r: Pit, I don't know, I just took it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Chin scratch.* \\...YEAH, OKAY.\\ Drift: It LOOKS like one. I've seen them before. B l u r r: Then I guess so. Drift: *gonna sit on whichever end of the couch is farthest from it.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You TOOK it?]] B l u r r: Yes. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You kidnapped them?]] To Dither. [[He kidnapped you?]] B l u r r: I didn't kidnap him, for pit sake. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Then define 'took'.]] Dither: [mouthful] I help on the ship! B l u r r: I asked him if he wanted to be a pirate, he said yes. B l u r r: He's small. Can fit into places not most of us can. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And his creators?]] B l u r r: / shrugs loudly / Drift: *creators. SHUDDERS.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[His creators do not know where he is?]] Drift: *goes against Primus's natural order, is what it does.* B l u r r: Will you calm down? Whirl: *has turned his attention to this new development* Whirl: I mean. Soundwave kinda has a point, teach. B l u r r: Oh for pit sake, he's old enough to talk. He's old enough to decide what he wants. Whirl: I mena, I don't disagree, but I HAVE learned over the last few years that not every dimension WORKS the same way. Whirl: He's not a protoform, but if someone MADE him, he might still have a family. Drift: Actually, children stay dumb for a long time. Even after they've started talking. Drift: You should definitely absolutely put it back where it came from and not here. Dither: [ still chewing that first snack ] I don't want to go back yet! B l u r r: I'll put him back when I'm done. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[When you're done with WHAT?]] Dither: I'm having fun here! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Glances to Dither. He doubts the youngling's creators are having fun with him here.* B l u r r: / biting into another snack. Hums and looks at Drift / So, how are you? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Is tempted to grab Blurr in his feelers and shake until words fall out or sense tumbles in, whichever's first* B l u r r: / Ur gonna be shakin' for a long time if ur lookin for sense / Whirl: *looks to Dither* DO you have creators? Or did you just kinda... yknow. Exist. Dither: [ holds tray out to the new mech he's just noticed on the couch with him and blurr] You want one??? Drift: Fine. *tense as fuuUCK HOPS AWAY FROM THE SMALL THING* No. Thank you. B l u r r: .. /pushes Dither back in his spot / That's my best friend, Drift. B l u r r: He doesn't like cretins like you, so sit back, hn? B l u r r: / VERYBLUNT / Drift: *gives the small thing the most obviously, blatantly fake smile ever.* Dither: Oh... Drift: *Drift's fake smiles are usually very convincing. this one, he doesn't want to be convincing.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You may sit here if you wish, Dither.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave does not mind Small Things. Obviously.* Whirl: *stares for a moment more and just shrugs, settling in; guyess not* B l u r r: [[ whenever u guys r ready. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble whispers* //Bitlets got like. No attention. Maybe ask again?// ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready)) Whirl: ((i shall be in a moment, rock wants to go out)) B l u r r: [[ okie! ]] Whirl: ((and i will reply to rumble when i am back! but u don't hafta wait)) B l u r r: / pokes Drift's cheek a little with his claw / Dither: [ looks between Blurr and Soundwave ] uh... Dither: Cap'n, can I?? Drift: *SWATS CLAW. ... pokes Blurr's cheek.* B l u r r: / glances at Dither and flickers optic. / ... I suppose. B l u r r: / makes a face at his swat claw. B( / B l u r r: / is literally poked with a B( face / Drift: *pokes again* Dither: [ sets tray down and goes to sit by soundwave ] B l u r r: / BT / Drift: ((ready)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Quietly thinking the youngling is more well behaved than the two grown mechs over there.* B l u r r: I wonder if that's how you two blasted a wall in my ship. B l u r r: / yES HE KNOWS NOW / Drift: *the youngling isn't in the room with something he considers existentially, viscerally horrific.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings. Do you enjoy games?]] B l u r r: Which /someone/ has to fix. Drift: ... Wasn't me. You know I don't carry weaponry like that. Dither: Ooh, games? What kind?? B l u r r: Oh, I know it wasn't /you/ Drift: *sweet smile* B l u r r: / leans over to mumble/ What did you say to make him mad? B l u r r: [[ okay if y'all are ready, imma set up ]] Dither: ((also I just went back and noticed whirl said something to dither I'm so sorry I missed that!)) Whirl: ((UR FINE DUDE)) Drift: *mumbles* He was mad because I showed up. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pings Frenzy, who fishes around in his subspace for a tin. He throws it to Soundwave. Soundwave opens it and shakes a pile of oddly shaped objects onto the couch between them* Drift: *like he's gonna tell Blurr they were arguing over him.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[A construction game. The goal is to build a stable tower.]] B l u r r: ... Ah. B l u r r: / settles back next to Drift / B l u r r: [[ yay we start! ]] Dither: :0 Dither: [ starts to pick through pieces ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Between the pit of fears and the summit of knowledge? Sounds like a place he'd love to be.* Drift: ... If it's an aircraft in spacce, then wouldn't it just be a spacecraft? Whirl: ((aaand there went the internet)) B l u r r: ... Humans are a bit slow. Whirl: Who's blowing holes in your ship, Teach? B l u r r: ... /shrugs a little / Oh, you know. Just a little bit of in-fighting. Whirl: *and more quietly, to Rumble* Bitlet? I know what a protoform is but... what's a bitlet? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods to himself. Good. That should help keep Dither out of Blurr's hair and stop the insulting for a bit.* B l u r r: / excuse it's not insulting. / B l u r r: /cretin is a perfectly acceptable nickname to him / Whirl: *stares at Blurr for a moment, glances to Drift, and then just lets the matter drop* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Uh, it's jus' another word. Y'know. Bitlet, youngling, kid.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Heard it around sometimes.// Drift: ... Corey's got a point. Whirl: Oh. Gotcha. *if Dither were a wee bean Whirl would probably be desperately battling showing any sign of paternal instinct, but he seems to be pretty in-control. Whirl is thus chill* Dither: [ CAREFULLY starts stacking pieces together, only peaking at the show once in a while ] Drift: ((If they're so hot why are they wearing dark jackets and fricking scarves.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave is watching this with the optic sensors on the feeler ends. Might as well get a look at how the kid thinks.* Whirl: We don't really.. have an in-between stage, as far as I know. You go pretty quick from protoform to being pretty much done. B l u r r: [[ fashion ]] Drift: ... I didn't pay close attention to all the opening narration, did they say that they're still on Earth and don't know it? Drift: Because if they didn't, I'm guessing it now. They crashed back on their own planet. B l u r r: what a pity. Earth is such a useless place. ItsyBitsySpyers: //We don't even got that. Stages. Jus' wake up like we're always gonna be. Gotta learn stuff, but like.// He flaps a hand. //Useta fight our way outta the Well.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ain't somethin' Windchill's grub's gonna do. Y'know?// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Do they not have navigation systems?]] Whirl: Really? Damn. That's... kind of badass. Drift: Only a few of their cars have GPS. Whirl: And nah. I can't see her fighting anything. *snorts through his vents* Apparently the first thing -I- ever did was run around. Took those chuckleheads forever to catch me. Drift: Maybe their ship doesn't. Or maybe it was wrecked in the crash. B l u r r: The ship was pretty destroyed. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. Used to die a lot too. Heh. Don't remember mine too good, but Boss knows his.// Rumble grins. //What'd they do, net ya?// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Hm. This IS an older show. He supposes their technology would not have survived a crash then.]] Whirl: I don't remember it, but apparently they corralled me. Wasn't  QUITE as good a jumper as I am now. Drift: Calling it now, Pierson is dead. Whirl: You said you don't remember yours...? Dither: [ small frustrated growling when tower topples over, but quickly grabs up the pieces to try again ] Drift: Kill Corey and keep his water. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You're calling things well, Drift.]] He twists to touch one of the spikier pieces with a skinny fingertip. [[Try using this one.]] B l u r r: Honestly. Drift: *BEAMS* Whirl: Pfft. Looks like Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...What is THAT reaction for?* Drift: *he feels Smart and he got Praised* B l u r r: / shoves a sticker on drift's face/ Drift: !! Drift: *takes the sticker off to see what it is* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah. Kinda - lost some memories, couple million years back.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Being dead'll do that to you.* Dither: [ takes piece ][ mubbles distractedly ] thank you B l u r r: / it is a giant, custom made 100% sticker / B l u r r: / it's purple and black / Drift: *oooh. what's it shaped like?* ItsyBitsySpyers: //No big deal. I'm alive, ain't I? 'S good enough for me.// \\ME TOO.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *They kick back.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //So what's it like, bein' a protoform?// B l u r r: / it's a 100% on top of a splatter effect. And some knives. Very pirate / Whirl: *nods, simply* That's all any of us can hope for right? Count me in for the "good enough" club. Whirl: And, I don't remember at all. I only know because of what other folks've told me. ItsyBitsySpyers: //That how it is for everybody?// ItsyBitsySpyers: //Not rememberin'?// Whirl: Dunno. I've never really talked about it with anyone else... *tilts his head contemplatively* Though I guess if someone's constructed cold, they'll remember their first moment. Dither: [ jumps at gunshot, and whole thing falls again ] Dither: D: Drift: *drift, who is totally cold constructed, keeps his mouth shut* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is all right. Here. He will help you put it back where it was.]] B l u r r: You all have weird stories about being made. Whirl: EVERYONE does. Whirl: If that's one thing I've learned about the multiverse, it's that everyone has a weird creation story. B l u r r: ... /shrugs/ If you're "created" , sure. Whirl: I mean--I wasn't. Whirl: I just kinda. ...*makes a blooming gesture with his claws* Whirl: Out the ground. B l u r r: Pit, we're just recycled. Everything we have is made from someone else. B l u r r: There's nothing special about it. Whirl: So YOU were created. Dither: [ thankful sniffling ] thank you, soundwave... B l u r r: Not out of anything new. I don't consider it creation if it's old. B l u r r: I mean, in our verse anyway. B l u r r: We're not called created. Whirl: *shrugs* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod. What is a good memory and habitual recording for, young one?* Drift: Why not? Everything is old. Whirl: Well someone MADE you so I'd say you were. B l u r r: There is no someone... / making a face / Drift: Our bodies are made from sentio metallico but the elements in them are as old as the universe. Whirl: Pfft. Drift: HA! Whirl: And, so... nobody put you together? You just CAME together? On your own? B l u r r: / shrugs a little /  Terminus. But Terminus isn't a someone. B l u r r: Terminus just... is. Drift: *POINTS AT THE SCREEN. he called it.* Whirl: Okay. Well. It still made you. Whirl: I guess it made you about as much as Vector Sigma made me. B l u r r: [[ oh lemme move to next ep ]] Whirl: But, eh--*waves a claw* Doesn't  matter, I guess. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Thin fingers pick pieces out of the pile like tweezers and move them into place one at a time. It won't take too long before they have it where it was before the gunshot.* B l u r r: [[ my FAVORITE ONE ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Then he'll leave it to Dither again.* B l u r r: I don't know, but all I know is we don't have a "first stage" B l u r r: We come out with a programmed purpose and we follow it. Whirl: *talking about these creation methods has given him cause for Round Two* Hey. Bitlet. Dither. You got creators? B l u r r: I was programmed to teach. Ratchet was programmed to be a medic. Drift: You don't know what happens inside Terminus, right? Whirl: Pfft. Sounds like a Fuintionist's dream. Dither: A memeory...? [ thinks for a moment ] Drift: So how do you know there's not a "first stage" inside Terminus? Whirl: *shakes his head bitterly* B l u r r: Oh, sure. Terminus is full of a l-l-llll /makes a face and twitches. shakes helm / ... Hn? Drift: ... Hm? B l u r r: ... What were you saying? B l u r r: Oh, right. First stage. Well, as far as we know, there isn't one. Nothing like kids or anything. Whirl: *he saw that, but he assumes it's Blurr's dumb upgrades acting up again* B l u r r: Like I said, we come out with a set program and code. Drift: As far as you know. B l u r r: I wanted to teach. I knew I wanted to teach. Dodge was meant to create and build. Drift: Like I said, you might not know, since you don't remember what's inside Terminus. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Some bored guy with a toolbox, probably.// B l u r r: You can stray a little bit, but you'll always want what you're programmed to want. Whirl: And look at you now. A pirate! Whirl: You beat the system, Blurr. B l u r r: / waves claw / Yes, all it takes is a good shot to the processor, I'm sure. B l u r r: The truth is, the desire to teach never went away. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SO YOU DON'T GOT NO - UH. FREE WILLPOWER?\\ B l u r r: I /still/ crave teaching. I want to. I take every opportunity to. B l u r r: Oh, we have free will. Its just that the program doesn't go away. B l u r r: Under the Decepticons, however, we wouldn't have free will. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SO TEAR IT OUT.\\ Whirl: *tilts his head* Sounds miserable, mech. B l u r r: You see, the Decepticons liked the fact that we had set codes and cores. B l u r r: They didn't want our culture to advance. We did. This, a rift. B l u r r: *thus Whirl: Sounds like our Functionists. Dither: [ thought of a memory as he attempts to put the remaining pieces of the tower together ] momma counting my teeth ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods to Whirl. Seems the young one has creators, yes.* Whirl: Well, where are they? B l u r r: I never really got a good look at your Functionalists. B l u r r: But, I don't think I like 'em B l u r r: god i love this episode ]] Whirl: Nah. Only good Functionist is a dead one. Dither: Momma's still on Earth Whirl: The only people who didn't hate 'em were the people who got off easy cos of it. B l u r r: Sounds like the Quintessons. Whirl: So, wait--this creator of yours--you think they'll want you back? B l u r r: Them and the Decepticons... big problems. ItsyBitsySpyers: //You got weird Decepticons.// B l u r r: That we do Whirl: Speaking of which--what's the story on the ones who were gunning for you? B l u r r: Met Starscream once. B l u r r: That's about it. Whirl: So is he... still sending a combiner after you or...? B l u r r: Not sure. Grimlock is comming me now. B l u r r: / makes a face / Whirl: *snorts through his vents* Well, he's a 'Bot, right? ...or is it a different Grimlock? B l u r r: ... Grimlock and I don't really meet optic to optics. Dither: [ huffs ] Of course Momma wants me back! Dither: He tried to make me stay but I wanted to be with Cap'n for a bit Whirl: Well. Glad you settled the combiner probem, then. *looks briefly to Dither, and then back to Blurr, deadpan* Looks like you might have a new one. B l u r r: Hnnh? What problem is that? Whirl: You stole that kid. Dither: He's gonna teach me to be a pirate! B l u r r: I didn't /steal/ him. Drift: ... Have any of them actually tried to leave the street? B l u r r: That kid stopped them from leaving. B l u r r: When that guy tried to leave. Drift: Like... they have feet. Can't they just... walk? Whirl: I think taking it from its parent is stealing. Whirl: I'm ot an EXPERT on this sort of thing but I know one person who has a grub, who's KIND OF like a kid... B l u r r: You would think they could walk. B l u r r: I didn't /take. him B l u r r: I mean, I did, but I asked him. Whirl: The creator? Dither: [ fits last piece together and grins ][ pokes soundwave ] DONE! B l u r r: I asked the kid. Whirl: But not the creator. B l u r r: He can decide for himself. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances down, tilts his helm - and plays a tiny fanfare.* Whirl: Then he's an adult? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Well done. Very fast.]] Dither: [ grins proudly ] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You may keep it and build other things if you wish.]] B l u r r: He can decide for himself. Whirl: Right. Pfft. Something tells me you know EXACTLY what you did, Blurr. Dither: [ tiny gasp ] I can?? Whirl: Well, I can't go to Earth or anything, but if someone's angry creator comes calling, I'm not gonna lie to them. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod.* B l u r r: Then don't lie to them. I don't care. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...And a thank-you ping to Whirl. At least SOMEONE else in this room has sense.* B l u r r: K-Kyeheheh, they killed one of their own. Whirl: *shrugs; Blurr's either deliberately being obtuse, or being stupid* Dither: [ holds up tower and turns to Blurr ] Cap'n! Look what I got! Whirl: *he'll look to Soundwave briefly, his expression still deadpan* B l u r r: / flickers optic / Yes, good job, Cretin. Whirl: Hey, Dither. Little fella. What's your creator's name, anyway? B l u r r: Wow... what an interesting town. B l u r r: [[ im dead *** rn i need to brb i smell fire ]] Whirl: ((BE CAREFUL DUDE)) Drift: ((be safe)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((BE SAFE)) Dither: (I hope it isn't anything serious, be safe! ♥) Whirl: ((an excellent episode)) Dither: Momma's my creator Whirl: So their name... is Momma? B l u r r: [[ okay. My neighbor is burning cardboard on their bbq ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What do other mechs call them?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*throws water on your neighbor*)) B l u r r: [[ what the FUUCK is wrong with YOU it's WINDY and our grass is DEAD ]]] B l u r r: [[ cardboard FLOATS AWAY ]] Whirl: ((Y'ALL HAVE A WILDFIRE PROBLEM)) Dither: (omg I hope you yelled at them) Whirl: ((THAT;'S A BAD IDEA)) B l u r r: [[ i am so sorry i took off. Lemme. Fix this ]] B l u r r: [[ it's just. When I smell fire, I move ]] Dither: [ scrunches face ] I'm not allowed to say what other people call him ItsyBitsySpyers: ((don't apologize for that!!!!)) Drift: ((that's a GOOD habit to have in a state that's always on fire)) Whirl: ((AGREED)) B l u r r: [[ i won't lie, that scared me ]] B l u r r: [[ i was like 'If something is on fire, what do I even take with me' ]] B l u r r: / leans on Drift / Whirl: Pfff. Well. If their creator was stupid enough to make up THAT rule, guess they can't complain when nobody brings their kid back. Drift: *leans back against* Dither: [ puffs tiny chassis ] He's smarter than you! Whirl: Obviously not. I wouldn't let some *cheeky look* Scruffy-looking pirate run off with my kid. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ponders.* [[What does your "Momma" look like?]] Dither: He didn't let me! I left on my own! B l u r r: / gets comfy next to Drift and hums / B l u r r: This show is interesting... I like it. Drift: It's... dark. B l u r r: Yes, but in a more realistic way. Drift: *that's why he doesn't like it.* B l u r r: / vents and settles/  I picked a good episode, though. Whirl: Couldn't have been too clever to be outsmarted by a kid. B l u r r: It's my favorite one, you see. Well, one of them. Whirl: *whirl stop antagonizing the child pls* B l u r r: You might like it, but I don't know. Dither: He's blue... but like, blue like... dark. Dither: [ throws piece of tower at whirl's big meanie head ] Whirl: *his long neck zoops down like a freakish accordion and it goes sailing on by* Whirl: *his optic curves into a gleeful arc* Dither: D:< Whirl: *slooowly he stretches it back up* Dither: [ makes a face at ] B l u r r: wait... he went to the future? Drift: Yeah. Whirl: Careful. Your face'll get stuck that way. B l u r r: ... Ah. All right. And he's having a moment or what? B l u r r: I missed it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Panic. It ain't easy wakin' up way after you was last suppose'ta be alive./ Drift: Take his gun while he's drinking. B l u r r: right? Drift: He's got his drink in his gun hand. Whirl: *glances down to Rumble briefly; that's a very telling statement. But he doesn't pry* Whirl: What a friendly bartender. B l u r r: [[ lol it's springer ]] Drift: This is your fault, man. You killed the guy who could've explained all this stuff for you. Whirl: ((omg)) Dither: [ grumbles down at his now incomplete tower ] Drift: Don't give him a demonstration! Drift: He just killed the juke box! Whirl: I need someone who'll just hand bottles over. Drift: He's gonna kill the screen too. B l u r r: He's killing them all. Drift: *shakes his head.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble carefully avoids the glance. He meant to say 'awake'.* Dither: (it looked like he was reacting to your desktop notification lol) Drift: Why would you offer to give a television demonstration to a guy who just killed a jukebox. B l u r r: Pit, no. B l u r r: No one knows. Whirl: Heh. Let's see who'll win. Old-fashioned criminal or newer one? Drift: They're only eighty years apart. Whirl: Lifetime, to a human. Drift: I figure they're evenly matched as long as they're not in a place where there are a bunch of lights and music. Dither: Did he die? :0 ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Heard y'say bottles.// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Possibly.]] Whirl: *blinks and looks back over* @R: Yep. Why? Need a drink? Drift: ... Wwwell. At least he wasn't innocent. B l u r r: he was guilty. B l u r r: in his own way. Drift: Yeah. Drift: Not of the crime he hung for, but probably of one worth hanging for. I mean, maybe. I don't know what humans hang people for. Drift: They tend to execute each other for committing only one murder, though. Dither: [ holds tower close in his lap and actually WATCHES the show now ] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Nah. Jus'--// His mouth screws up and pulls to one side. How do you say things like this? B l u r r: Humans are odd Dither: [ now watches behind toy with wide optics bc scary gunshot noises ] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Y'talk lots more 'bout drinks 'n scrap lately. 'S all, I guess.// Drift: ((ohhh, i know this one)) Drift: ((this is the one that fcked me up)) B l u r r: [[ it messed me up too ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES)) B l u r r: [[ i picked this one for neddles. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave offers the flat of one arm to hide behind if Dither is frightened.* Whirl: *blinks slowly; he senses an angle here, but he isn't quite sure what it is just yet* @R: Well. Yeah. Not much else to do with my time right about now I... guess...? Whirl: *he shifts a bit and he zops his head down, peering* @R: Something's bothering you. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //I ain't like the Boss, but I ain't dumb neither. I been around Astrotrain long enough.// He folds his hands on his stomach and looks at the screen. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Somethin's botherin' YOU.// B l u r r: Who would waant a place like that? B l u r r: It's too... pompous. Whirl: *continues starng for a moment, baffled* @R: Well. I've never been around Astrotrain at ALL so I have no idea what THAT is supposed to mean. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A chorus of "Ratbat" from the minis and Soundwave.* B l u r r: It's obnoxious... Drift: ... So what's he getting all this stuff for? Is he going to be asked to pull off a dangerous job? Drift: They haven't said what they want in return yet. Whirl: *pauses and considers this for a moment*@R: A lot of things are bothering me. At any given time, you can assume something is bothering me, so you're pretty right. Dither: [ holds soundwave's arm and curls close ] B l u r r: There must be some catch. Dither: [ jumps ] B l u r r: No one gets all of that for free. Drift: ... A hologram? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pat pat the youngling's shoulder with free hand.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Really? Huh.// That's an actual surprise. Lots of people know Astrotrain. Must be the party thing. //Means you're swimmin' in bottles cuz don't nothin' else feel okay.// B l u r r: Maybe he's a ghost ? Drift: ... They're BOTH ghosts. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\EEEEEEY. THIS'S THAT HUMAN ALLSPARK THING.\\ B l u r r: Huh. Drift: ... So is she another human ghost or is she, like, an illusion? B l u r r: [[ i love how these dresses look in black and white ]] Dither: oooh... B l u r r: I think she's just an illusion? Drift: Because if he's in an afterlife where he gets anything he wants, then she'd have to be fake, or else she'd have to be another human that wished for someone like HIM. Drift: And IIIIII don't think he'd be the kind of human that other humans would wish for. Drift: So yeah. Everyone but him and his guardian angel are fake. Whirl: @R: A fair assessment. *his optic half-shutters, deadpan; he's not even going to try to deny it* Might as well get while I've got access to a bar. B l u r r: Mm... true. B l u r r: Maybe it's all an illusion. Drift: ... That's kinda messed up. B l u r r: ... I don't think mine is like that. B l u r r: It's a little less pleasing than that. Drift: I thought you didn't have an afterlife? Whirl: What exactly is he going to even do with the money? Not like he can go anywhere. ...unless this world has its own economy. B l u r r: Oh... I meant my non-reality Drift: He can imagine up places to spend the money. Whirl: Huh. Weird. Why bother with the middleman, then? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[....This is a boring afterlife.]] Drift: ... Maybe he hasn't figured out yet that he doesn't need the middleman? Whirl: Yeah. Kind of a dumb "paradise" if you ask me. Drift: Yeah... Drift: Maybe this is the only way paradise can work. It's gotta be customized. B l u r r: Sounds boring. B l u r r: I'd rather spend time with Velocity. Drift: Like, if you want to be the richest person in the world, you can't share your paradise with somebody else who wants to be the richest person in the world, right? Whirl: *Whirl already knows what sort of place he'd have crafted for himself as a safe spot* Whirl: *...Soundwave does, too* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Say y'fix stuff. What's it take?// Side glance. //Jus' basics.// B l u r r: ... But can't he want to lose? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave does indeed.* B l u r r: Isn't it his world to play with ? B l u r r: Or am I seeing this weird? Drift: What if what he decides what he wants his paradise to be is hanging out with the real ghosts of other people. Whirl: @R: "Fix stuff?" Whaddya mean, exactly? Drift: Yeah, think you're right. he COULD just wish this to be a world where he loses sometimes, right? B l u r r: I mean, if it's his world to play with ? B l u r r: / scratches helm finial . B l u r r: */ ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Y'know. What's - wrong, I guess? Specifics, like.// B l u r r: Can't he say, "I want to lose randomly every day?" Or something. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He doesn't seem that clever.]] Drift: I guess not. Dither: [ all the adult stuff went over his head, he's nodded off against Soundwave's arm ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *This is fine. He'll let Dither stay there until he has to leave.* Whirl: *he pauses a bit, glances to the room; folks seem to be pretty absorbed in the show. Good. How does he... how is this sort of thing said simply?* Drift: ... OHHHHHH. B l u r r: ... Nice. Drift: It's not SUPPOSED to be paradise. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Fascinating.]] B l u r r: Oh, good. B l u r r: I like that. B l u r r: [[ this is the last ep ]] B l u r r: [[ this one makes me happy ;A; ]] Whirl: @R: There's really no way to... say this without sounding pathetic. *good thing he doesn't have to say it out loud* But the Lost Light was it, mech. Last thing I had. So, obviously... Whirl: *makes a small gesture with his claw* Whirl: ((discombooberated)) B l u r r: / slight smirk/ Quirky little thing.. Whirl: ((HE'S ADORABLE <3)) B l u r r: [[ i LOVE HIM ]] B l u r r: .... /tilts helm a little / Poor thing. I rather like him. He's different. Dither: [ wiggles and nuzzles closer to his side ] B l u r r: Bit odd. Doesn't fit in much. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //That ain't pathetic.// He frowns. //That's--// B l u r r: / :( / B l u r r: / he reminds him of himself sort of / ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //...I'm sorry, mech. It's slag. Where ya even at now...?// Whirl: *ha, look, right on the screen. The very thing Rumble talked to him about* @R: The ship's scuttled. I'm packed, but I haven't left yet. Whirl: @R: Probably going to leave Cybertron pretty soon, one way or the other. Dunno what's going to happen after that. Depends. *another pause* @R: ...but thanks. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Right. Drift's list of stuff.// *He'd heard people could stay if they wanted. He hadn't realized Whirl's thing was actually GOING places on it.* B l u r r: /... / frowns/ He looks like a tool. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Listen. I ain't - I ain't gonna throw a house atcha cuz. Well, one, I ain't got one, 'n two, pretty sure ya wouldn't take it. But.// B l u r r: /tilts helm a little and slouches / B l u r r: What a pity... Whirl: *another subtle nudge* @R: I get it, mech. ...thanks. I mean it. Kind of hard to get that, y'know, perfect sincere tone in over comms, y'know. But I do. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Y'wanna get fendered or somethin' - comm us, huh? Me 'n Frenzy, we're real good at distractin'. 'N if that don't work, least you ain't drinkin' yourself off your aft alone.// Whirl: *soft snort* @R: Yeah, mech. Sure thing. B l u r r: ...But it's not worth being like everyone else. B l u r r: / mumbles and crosses arms / B l u r r: He was fine being the odd little thing he was. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Rumble: //Or whatever else. Jus' sayin'. We still got your back, wherever it's restin'.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *He shifts uncomfortably - that's all a little more. Honest? Than he's used to being with people. Small punch. There.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And a nod. He knows.* Whirl: *He swivels to look Rumble in the eye for the first time since the conversation began, and nods simply. Then he's punched, which prompts a snicker, and he nudges Rumble sharply* B l u r r: / smirks a bit more. What an amusing little human. He likes him / ItsyBitsySpyers: //Oof!// Whirl: What, ya dish it out, but you can't take it, mech? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Puh! That's like gettin' punched by Laserbeak!// B l u r r: / Awww, the odd duck got a nice ending! / Whirl: I've been punched by Laserbeak. ...or, well. Electrocuted. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHO'S PUNCHIN'? HOW COME NOBODY TOLD ME?\\ *Sock to the leg. Both of them.* Whirl: It was a blast, actually. B l u r r: /flickers optic/ Well, I /liked/ that one. Whirl: You two're asking for it. Whirl: Yeah. Me, too, Teach. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It had its charm.]] Whirl: *like. 10% paying attention to the show that time* Whirl: *but his mood seems about as improved as Mr. Bevis's, all the same* Dither: (omg I"m so glad he got a happy ending I was about to be so mad if he was miserable at the end) B l u r r: I like stories like this. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah, I remember. She wouldn't shut up about it, heh.// Drift: ((aight im going to bed)) Drift: ((gnight~)) B l u r r: [ ni ni! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night!)) Whirl: ((gnight!)) Dither: (night ♥) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT? SPIN YOUR ROTORS AT US?\\

Missed some, IDK how much. I’m given to understand Whirl spun his rotors at them.

Whirl: --but it's enough to set the hammock rocking, and it's not exactly quiet* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave shakes his helm at them all and gently extricates himself from Dither's grasp. He can't stay here all night, but he doesn't want to bother the youngling either.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I CAN'T HELP YELLIN'! WHAT'S -YOUR- EXCUSE FOR BEIN'--HHFFFPPPTT!\\ B l u r r: For being what? B l u r r: / snort / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Covers his face with one arm and kicks at Whirl. Aft.* Dither: [ is startled awake anyway, and is clearly upset ] ItsyBitsySpyers: //A rusty ol' bucket of road grit?// He's helpful like that. Whirl: *snickers and accepts the kicks; he deactivates his rotor* Sorry, Frenzy, what was that? I think I almost had trouble hearing you, there. B l u r r: Are you calling /me/ that? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Shh. All is well. Rest.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //You, Frenzy, Whirl - I ain't picky.// B l u r r: You better come up with a better insult for me. Whirl: Hey. I'm a rusty ol' bucket of SKY grit, thank you very much. Whirl: I don't even have wheels. Whirl: I can't even use a RUNWAY. *pauses* Well, more like don't NEED one but still. B l u r r: I was going to ask if you even needed one. B l u r r: / glances at Dither and Soundwave. If that thing begins to cry, he's going to hit someone. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, sure. Soundwave watches over the bitlet all night and NOW Blurr cares about it.* B l u r r: / LOOK MAN I HAVE TO HEAR IT ALL NIGHT / ItsyBitsySpyers: *MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE KIDNAPPED THEM* B l u r r: / I DIDNT / ItsyBitsySpyers: *IN A WORD, SIR: BULLSCRAP* Whirl: *I'M WITH PAPA NOODLES ON THIS* B l u r r: / DONT MAKE ME CALL JAZZ/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *YOU BRING HIM IN AND WE'LL SEE WHOSE SIDE THE CREATOR OF CYBERTRONIAN LIFE IS ON.* Whirl: *YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO COW HIM WITH JAZZ BUT NOT ME* Dither: [ squirms away, frightened now by waking up to all the strange mechs and loud noises ] B l u r r: / OKAY BUT WOULD JAZZ REALLY BE ON YOUR SIDE ? / ItsyBitsySpyers: ((heh they're just asterisk yelling, nobody's actually caps-yelling out loud rn)) B l u r r: [[ I think dither means the rotors and such ]] B l u r r: [[ FRENZY IS YELLING, AFTER ALL ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ahhh)) Dither: (yee baby doens't like loud noises orz ) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave twists to look at them all and broadcast a [[SILENCE]]. Not at the bitlet, of course.* Dither: [ clearly the only solution here is to stand up and quickly go back to Blurr, sniffling and trying not to cry ] B l u r r: / flickers optic and glances at/  What? Dither: [ holds out arms ] u-up, please ? B l u r r: ... /stares at / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave points up. If you want this one aboard, you had damn well better treat them right.* B l u r r: ... /VENTS and reaches down with razor claws/ B l u r r: / probably looks like he might attack to other people / Whirl: *his rotors have long since stopped; he just watches the fiasco with dry amusement* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Watching VERY closely* B l u r r: / grabs and hoists Dither up, balancing him against his hip armor/ There. What's the problem? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod. Good.* B l u r r: I taught you how to make people leave you alone. You kill them. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Internal facepalm.* Whirl: Did you bother to teach him how to FIGHT first? Dither: [ holds on and buries face in armor ] I-I'm sorry I got scared B l u r r: He knows how. Whirl: It's all well and good to say "oh go kill so-and-so" but did you show him the ropes yet? B l u r r: I taught hm that. Whirl: *eyes Dither critically; Whirl does not look impressed, which is probably not surprising since Dither is A KID* B l u r r: / vents and just shifts a little/ Fear is a natural code written in every mech. The point is to learn to use it as a weapon, not let it attack you first. Whirl: I doubt you've thought that but through, Teach. Whirl: *bit B l u r r: / huffs/ Are you insulting my teaching? /sounds dead serious / Whirl: I'm saying that your student doesn't look ready to kill anyone. B l u r r: Oh, he can. Can't you, Cretin? Dither: [ mumbles against ] I can do it, I can B l u r r: Better than what those stupid Autobots are teaching you. B l u r r: Listen to your teacher. I can teach you how to survive. Dither: [ nods and sniffs ] Whirl: *LAUGHS* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You had better.]] If anything happens to the youngling on Blurr's watch, it will be on Blurr's head. If only briefly, before Blurr's head is on the floor. Whirl: I'm--PFFT. I'm sorry. You. Blurr. teaching some to TAKE CARE OF THEMSELF. Whirl: Is the most hilarious thing I've ever heard, in my entire life. B l u r r: ... I didn't say take care of themself. I said survive. B l u r r: There's a difference. Whirl: Not everyone can survive the things you can, Teach. You're gonna get that bitlet killed. B l u r r: No, I won't. Whirl: *shrugs and streeetches* If its creator doesn't come and kill YOU, first. B l u r r: Oh, he won't do that. Dither: [ turns helm just enough to glare out of one tear filled optic ] B l u r r: /smirks / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Why won't they be doing that.]] Whirl: Did you off their creator? B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAA!! No, pit no. Whirl: Uh-huh. Y'know what? I did all I could. I've got my own problems. So good luck with THIS mess. B l u r r: It's not a mess, for pit sake. B l u r r: You know, I /can/ do things other people can. B l u r r: I can still teach mechs things. Whirl: *very carefully extricates himself from the hammock* Speaking of problems, probably gonna be a while before I can come back to these on the regular, Teach. B l u r r: Oh? Why's that? Whirl: I got no idea where I'm gonna be in a week. You know how it is. B l u r r: Well, you can always comm us. B l u r r: We have no problem with visitors outside of movies. Whirl: *waves a claw* It's no big deal. But if I'm in the neighborhood, maybe. B l u r r: mmhm Whirl: As far as you handling THIS situation with grace and aplomb--*gestures to the bitlet with a gleefully-arched optic* I'll believe it when I see it, heh. B l u r r: ... I can do things just like everyone else. B l u r r: It's just different. Whirl: No, you can't. You can do them like YOU do them. B l u r r: What's the problem with that? Whirl: But we wouldn't want you any other way, mech. B l u r r: ... /vents a little, but smirks all the same/ B l u r r: I wouldn't change anyway. Whirl: Perish the thought. It'd be horrifying. B l u r r: Wouldn't it? Whirl: *salutes* Anyway. Seeya 'round, Teach. Hopefully soonish. Hang in there, Dither. If you have to choose between listening to him--*points to Blurr* And him--*points to Soundwave* Whirl: I'd prooobably listen to him. Dither: [ still hasn't stopped glaring out of the corner of the optic at the loud mech ] Whirl: *still pointing at Soundwave* B l u r r: ... /scowls / B l u r r: [[ it's so bad that this song got me through college LMFAO ]] B l u r r: [[ even tho it's about him writing about his affair bsjfkds ]] Whirl: ((WHATEVER IT TAKES MY DUDE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\LATER, WHIRL.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble smacks him again. Can't he see the little one doesn't like his yelling?* Whirl: *turns to Soundwave* I'll probably be able to make it to Dancitron. Easier to find than a pirate ship. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Understood. He will look forward to the nights you manage.]] B l u r r: ... I'm insulted. B l u r r: / joking of course / Whirl: Hey, absence makes the spark grow fonder, Teach. B l u r r: Oh, I'm sure you'll totally miss me Whirl: Maybe I'm just teaching you to APPRECIATE my SUBLIME presence. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((WHAT A FOLLOWUP SONG)) B l u r r: I /do/ B l u r r: [[ I know 8D ]] B l u r r: [[ I just synced into my writing playlist ]] Whirl: But, oh! *clicks his claw* Someone might be eating part of my leg, soon. I'll try and save you a chunk or something. B l u r r: / pokes Dither/ Say goodbye to Whirl. B l u r r: Oh, don't save it for me. Save it for Piston. B l u r r: / B) / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage jumps off Soundwave and looks right up at Whirl.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Mlem mlem licking jaws. Did someone say eating part of a leg.* Whirl: Piston is forbidden from havign any part of me. Dither: [ growls tiny-like ] don't wanna Whirl: ...*looks down* Oh, is it time? B l u r r: Piston wants it, though. B l u r r: / frowns at Dither / Now, Whirl is my friend. B l u r r: You be ice to him. Whirl: Too bad. Piston can go leap into a black hole. B l u r r: *nice ItsyBitsySpyers: =...Is it?= Ravage blinks. Is that not what Whirl meant? B l u r r: Oh, leave my mortician alone. Whirl: I mean, I'm ready when you are. One sec. Whirl: @R: Before I'm really, really distracted--thanks again, mech. Dither: [ mumbles ] he's mean... Whirl: ((P-POOR DITHER I'M SORRY FOR THIS but i'm also laughing rn) B l u r r: He's not mean. /pauses/ Okay, well, he can be. But he's not mean to me. Whirl's a good mech to me. /nudges Dither's helm/ B l u r r: He's one of my closer friends. You need to learn to be civil to him at least. Whirl: No, no, you're right, kid. I am mean. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //No problem, mech.// And then on the side, because what Rumble knows, Frenzy usually knows too. \\LET US KNOW.\\ Whirl: I'm not going to pretend like I'm not. *he returns his attention to the twins and salutes them* Dither: [ mumbles into blurr's armor ] goodBYE blurr Whirl: *and, his goodbyes made, he balances on one leg and extends the other. Have at it, ravage* Dither: [ teary baby is now a cranky one ] B l u r r: ... /vents/ Don't be cranky on me. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage crouches low, wriggles and readjusts his paws...* ItsyBitsySpyers: *SPRING LATCH CHOMP TEAR* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's just gonna cling on with his claws while half-assedly chewing this chunk of thigh, nbd.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Must you.]] Whirl: *winces, but keeps his vocalizations to a loud, single click. He holds pretty still for a few moments before he squints down* Don't eat my whole damn leg! Just take a piece off! B l u r r: / snickering at the whole thing / B l u r r: I can do that, too. K-Kyehehheheh. Whirl: Holy slag, that's a lot of blood. Teach! You got a cup? Want some? B l u r r: Ohhhh, I'll just lay there and take all of it into my mouth. K-KYAHAHAHA!! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage growls a little but lets go and twist-leaps away. He hunkers down to continue gnawing on the piece he tore off.* B l u r r: You'd really let me have some? B l u r r: [[ this song = me  @ buffalo wild wings ]] Whirl: *shifts his weight to one foot and curls the injured leg up like a flamingo* Yeah, but not if you do the creepy laying-down thing. God, drink my blood like a CULTURED mech. B l u r r: ... Well, I will. /grabs an empty cube and holds it out / Here, I'll let you fill it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //I didn't know you 'n Blurr was a thing.// B l u r r: I can't use that cutlery for it, though. Whirl: *seems pretty calm about it, but this IS the mech who was casually impaled and dismembered during a therapy session once* What's the verdict, Ravage? Whirl: *He leans over to take the glass, pauses, and LAUGHS* B l u r r: / will do all this while holding a cranky dither at his hip / B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHA!! Whirl and I? Whirl: No, no no, we definitely aren't a thing. *leans this way and that, trying to get the cup in a good place to catch the copious flow of energon* B l u r r: Nope, not a thing. / tilts helm/ But, he's worthy material at that. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Well, you're gonna slurp his energon 'n he ain't dead, so.// Tiny puff of relief. Oh, good. Whirl: For the record: Blurr and I are not a thing. The damn tape of Prowl and me doesn't EXIST and... any other rumors you hear about me and my supposed flings are false. I'm not shacking up with anyone. Dither: ( uuughgh I need to be getting ready for bed soon sooooo ) Dither: [ wiggles in blurr’s hold, wanting down now ] I want to call Momma... B l u r r: ( awwww ) Whirl: *standing on one leg, with a cup in the other, Whirl will salute Blurr's compliment with as much dignity as possible* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((awww okay)) Whirl: ((gnight my dude!)) B l u r r: /shifts and sets Dither down / Don't wander too far into the halls. B l u r r: You remember where your room is? B l u r r: / yes good. It was a very good compliment / B l u r r: / and it was true / Whirl: *voila! A very messy half-filled cup; he'll wait for Blurr to take it* ...wait. Was me inviting Ravage to eat my leg like... a thing? Did we just accidentally get leg-married or something? *peers at R Whirl: avage* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage squints and licks his chops. Then he smells the last pieces of armor.* Dither: [ rubs at eyes ] yeah... I'll be good [ runs off to make a call back to earth ] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Nah. He's jus' a mechannibal. 'S different.// B l u r r: / takes the cube / Dither: ( aight night, fun stream, thanks for having it! ♥ ) ItsyBitsySpyers: =I do not 'date'.= B l u r r: [[ ni ni!! ♥ ]] B l u r r: / breaks jaw apart to dislocate it and licks all along the side of the cube / Whirl: ((Gnight!)) B l u r r: / Jsut cannibal things / Whirl: Gotcha. Good. Whirl: *looks between them* So, I should probably go stop the bleeding soon, but not before I get a culinary review from the two of you. ItsyBitsySpyers: =You taste sharp. Thick cables. Powerful fuel.= Sniff. Sniff. Probably all the high grade lately. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Need more supplemental metal. See a medic.= B l u r r: /drinking the energon. Making a little mess/ Whirl: Ehh. I'll skip the medic. *waves a claw* But interesting. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Whirl is free to do that. Ravage just likes to get most of his repair materials from what he eats.* B l u r r: Hmmmnnnn... /drags claw over jaw. Looks like a monster mess / B l u r r: Your data tastes different than I thought... the lingering bytes within the energon streams. B l u r r: K-Kyehehehehh. It's like a tint of metallic with a twist of something... tangy. I like it. Whirl: *drapes a claw over his chest* Like a fine wine. B l u r r: Mmmm indeed. Whirl: Well, I hope you lot enjoyed that. ravage, yu still got dibs on my corpse if I bite it. But feel free to botle up some stuff for Teach here. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble mutters something. Frenzy laughs and claps his hand over his mouth.* Whirl: Got something to share with the class, Rumble? Whirl: *still standing there like a heavily-bleeding flamingo* ItsyBitsySpyers: //UH.// ItsyBitsySpyers: //I - uh. N-no.// Whirl: Right. Anyway! Best of luck on being a brand new parent, Teach. *snickers* And I'll see the rest of you guys sometime soonish, probably. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Seeya.// B l u r r: ... P-Parent... B l u r r: / looks sick / I didn't adopt him... /mumbles and starts cleaning up / Whirl: *snickers and bobs his head one last time before he walks carefully off, favoring his leg. And probably making a mess all the while* B l u r r: / he'll clean it no worries / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We had best leave as well. TRY to keep Dither safe.]] B l u r r: ... /vents/ You mechs give me credit for nothing. B l u r r: He's safer with me than on Earth. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We will see.]] B l u r r: That we will. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod goodnight. Hopefully that makes Blurr spiteful enough to give him a little extra attentiveness. And now they're all off, Frenzy snickering at Rumble the whole way.* B l u r r: / waves at them all /

[verdigrisprowl]

Mar 22 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Train to Busan

A brave, noble public servant died in this movie.

Prowl found out that Jazz has contact with the Dinobots in another universe that are also known as the Knights of Cybertron, and plans to contact him about them soon.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Ratchet: *pops in* B l u r r: / drags self in / Ratchet: *and heads for the Whirl hammock. he can be kicked out when Whirl gets here if Whirl so desires but right now the hammock looks comfy* FakeProwl: *appears* FakeProwl: ... Soundwave's not here yet. Whirl: *trots on in. Snack table first, hammock later* Ratchet: Nope. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Speak of the devil and he shall appear.* Whirl: *...but he does pause and bob his helm at Ratchet* FakeProwl: I'll wait for—oh. You're here. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Greeting pings to all* Whirl: *another bob* Ratchet: *return nods* Whirl: *all right. Let's see if there's anything new or interesting on the menu tonight. Whirl's sniffin away* FakeProwl: *claims a seat on Soundwave's couch* B l u r r: / there are some new liquid snacks / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks between Prowl and Ratchet. Shall he expect Prowl to sit with the doctor today?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ah, that answers that question. Parks himself nearby.* B l u r r: / has his claw closed and settles in his seat. Sinks down into his couch / Whirl: *Prowl is not gonna sit near Ratchet, that would require him to go into the hammock ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage slinks in and makes himself comfortable on Blurr* FakeProwl: Ratchet's here. Hello. B l u r r: /reaches with his free claw to pet Ravage on the helm/ Ratchet: *yes Ratchet is sitting with Whirl tonight. and also like half asleep. sorry whirl ur gonna get slept on* Whirl: *one a scale of one to 10 how noxious is the strongest-smelling one* Whirl: *Ratchet has personal space privileges, he is allowed to fall asleep on Whirl* Ratchet: Heya, Prowl. ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): Greetings. FakeProwl: I would like to sit with Ratchet. But I would like to sit with Soundwave more. However, I can sit with Soundwave twice a week, and Ratchet isn't here often. But Ratchet is sitting with Whirl. FakeProwl: I'll stay with Soundwave. Whirl: *looks up, amused* A horrifying prospect, I know. Ratchet: ..... B l u r r: / annoyed grumble and shifts a little to get more comfortable. Holding onto Ravage so they don't fall/ ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl (txt): Reasoning accepted. If Ratchet's position: changed, take rarer opportunity. Ratchet: *somewhere torn between giggling at Prowl's inability to NOT say what's on his mind and SLIGHTLY OFFENDED???? why does Prowl want to sit with Soundwave more. what.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage wobbles and... and sniffs.* B l u r r: [[ lemme know when you are all ready ]] FakeProwl: Yes. Good idea. If Ratchet moves I will move. FakeProwl: ((ready!)) Whirl: ((I am!)) B l u r r: / is being sniffed ? / Whirl: *returns to the hammock and gestures* Scoot. Or go sit with Prowl. Ratchet: [[ ready ]] Whirl: Either way I'm comin in. Ratchet: Hehe, your turn tonight. I'll scoot. B l u r r: [[ okay we start then ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage makes this face: http://www.petmeds.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Cat-exhibiting-the-Flehmen-response..jpg * ItsyBitsySpyers: =Meat.= B l u r r: p[[ if yall are good to go ]] Whirl: *clambers up and after a whole lot of shuffling makes himself comfortable* B l u r r: ... Pardon? ItsyBitsySpyers: =Meat stink. On you.= ItsyBitsySpyers: *SNIIIIIIIFF* =Human.= B l u r r: .. /settles other claw on the couch. Keeping it closed / I just got back, that's all. Ratchet: *would also make himself comfortable, but too tired for any position NOT to be comfortable* Whirl: *looks about; is the usual crowd here? Anyone else wanna pile on in?* B l u r r: [[ is it still working? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sniff. Sniff. Smelling along Blurr's arm. Paws at the closed hand* B l u r r: no of course LS is about to drop it ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it is very freeze-y)) B l u r r: [[ hold on. LS has to get itself together ]] FakeProwl: ye, it's stuttery FakeProwl: ((that was supposed to be in parentheses)) B l u r r: LOUD SIGH. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Matter of fact, yes. The twins both roll in and head for the hammock.* B l u r r: Im not in the mood for this today. ]] B l u r r: /makes a sound and tugs at Ravage a little. Holds claw up. / No. No, you can't get in there. B l u r r: [[ okay is it working now? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Gonna just. Climb all over Blurr and keep reachings* Whirl: *excellent; if either of them needs a helping claw whirl will scoop em on up* Whirl: ((it's running now!)) B l u r r: /makes a muffle sound/ Ah... Ravage, don't. B l u r r: / trying to keep his claw away/ Whirl: Whatcha got in your hand there, Teach? B l u r r: ... An assignment. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nope. They'll hop in and sit either side of Ratchet and Whirl* Whirl: ((RIGHT as the deer looked at the camera my roomie's cat leaped onto the back of my chair pfff)) B l u r r: oh my GOD LS COME ON. ]] B l u r r: [[ rubs face and just makes noises ]] Whirl: ((it's going all right for me, is it messing up for anyone else...?(( B l u r r: [[ it keeps dropping on my end and saying it's not showing ]] Whirl: ((ah)) ItsyBitsySpyers: =I want it.= Whirl: *Whirl is now in the middle of a veritable pile of tiny mecha; he contentedly takes a sip of his drink* B l u r r: / anyway. Yes. Keeping his claw up or trying to / B l u r r: [[ just fuckkking tell me when it drops. ]] Whirl: *pulls it back, disappointed; he can Whirl: t taste it. He offers it to the mecha surrounding him* What kinda project? FakeProwl: He's bad at giving gifts. FakeProwl: He should at least be able to keep track of the gifts he already gave his own creation. Whirl: Yeah, for real. Why bother making a little one if you don't want to be a part of its life? Seems pointless. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage contemplates biting Blurr's wrist* B l u r r: / do nOT / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slowly opens mouth* FakeProwl: Maybe he made it accidentally. Apparently that's a common problem among humans. B l u r r: Do not! FakeProwl: But if that's the case, he should have given it to somebody who wants one. Ratchet: Try having sixteen. Makes 'em hard to keep track of sometimes. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Flattens audio receptors and flops down.* Ratchet: Keep track of the gifts they've got, I mean. Whirl: Pfft. And here we are, not able to make new Cybetronians if it was to save our lives. FakeProwl: He only has one. B l u r r: ... /vents/ It's just... it's my assignment. FakeProwl: You have eighteen babies? Whirl: *looks at Ratchet, a bit startled* You guys propagate? FakeProwl: ((... sixteen)) Ratchet: Pfeheh, not babies like humans have. And sixteen. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Assignment?= FakeProwl: ((i meant to say sixteen)) Ratchet: I built 'em. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Dinobots... who else?]] Ratchet: [[ prowl's brain is broken so bad he can't count ratchet's children ]] B l u r r: [[ is it even working?? ]] Ratchet: Dinobots, Aerialbots, Protectobots. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's working but it's jolting)) B l u r r: Yes, my assignment. He told me I /had/ to bring the cretin with me. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah. He sees.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WELP, THE TRAIN'S FRAGGED.\\ FakeProwl: You created them? B l u r r: Very obnoxious... Ratchet: Uh-huh. ItsyBitsySpyers: =It has air?= *tail flick* Whirl: How did you make their sparks? What did you pull em from? B l u r r: Hnn? B l u r r: [[ LS please frickin stop... ]] B l u r r: [[ im not in the mood for your shiit today... ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: =Air. In your hand.= B l u r r: .. .Oh. /spreads claws apart / I forgot. Yeager: [ WHEEZE] FakeProwl: He's rude. Whirl: *his attention is IMMEDIATELY drawn to the wheezing person* ...where'd you get one of those, Teach? B l u r r: Hnnnh.. I was told to... watch it. Whirl: Well, good job, you nearly suffocated the guy. *zoops his nexk up to better view the human* Who're you? FakeProwl: That human looks like she's malfunctioning. I haven't seen humans malfunction like that before. Ratchet: Just needed to jump start the laser cores, that's all. Yeager: ... [cough wheeze . Looks around. ] Uh. [ oh wow that's a lot of bots ] B l u r r: / curls digits to cage him in just a bit / He's not MY human. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances at the human... ah. He knows that one. They're not a threat.* Whirl: Oh, no sparks? All right then. Ratchet: Vector Sigma helped with the Aerials, Wheeljack did it himself for the Dinobots. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He has seen this malfunction in other films.]] FakeProwl: What's everyone looking at? *leans to squint at the human* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He does not like this malfunction.]] Whirl: Ah, yes. Zombies. FakeProwl: *never mind, back to the movie* Oh! Zombies. Yes. The ones that are like terrorcons. Yeager: Uh... Hi? Whirl: At least if I ever got turned into one I couldn't bite anyone. B l u r r: ... turn into one? B l u r r: Technically, I'm like that all the time. Whirl: Nah, they're not like you. You're a cannibal; they've lost their sapience. B l u r r: [[ is it working well enough to watch for you guys or is it too choppy? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage reaches a paw up to try and oh so gently bumps the human with it. No claws though.* FakeProwl: ((it's very choppy)) B l u r r: I mean, depending on my mood, I could lose that, too. Whirl: ((it's a bit choppy on my end but I am p. sure that's my connection)) B l u r r: no, it's LS. ]] B l u r r: [[ Sighs. If you guys would rather not watch it, that's fine. ]] B l u r r: [[ If it's too choppy to enjoy, there's no point. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm still okay with it myself)) Whirl: Losing temporary control of yourself doesn't make you non-sapient. FakeProwl: ((i'd rather watch it)) Whirl: ((I'm fine continuing! I'm sure it'll smooth out)) B l u r r: [[ LS has been dropping since I started. B( I hate my luck right now )) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[This is not temporary control loss. This is death.]] Yeager: [ shifts back just a little to look at Ravage better ] Uh... hello there, cat. FakeProwl: ... You don't like terrorcons. Whirl: Yeah, I know. FakeProwl: I'm going to hold your hand. *takes Soundwave's hand* Whirl: Nah, I'd say Terrorcons rank about... number three? On Soundwave's List of Least Favorite Things. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. He doesn't.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((woop it finallyd ied)) B l u r r: They're just Empties. B l u r r: What's so scary about them Whirl: ((I think it just died? Oh, wait, I'll refresh)) FakeProwl: ((sound's going but screen's black)) B l u r r: [[ for all of you? ] B l u r r: [[ im resetting it. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): These, disgusting, not spark-curdling. However, hand appreciated. Will accept if not withdrawn. B l u r r: [[ im getting tired of LS having a fit. ]] Ratchet: [[ yeh, for me too ]] B l u r r: okay i reset it. Do you see a pause screen? ]] FakeProwl: ((yep)) FakeProwl: ((can you rewind it a lil bit?)) Whirl: ((yes!)) B l u r r: WOW LS RIGHT WHEN I HIT PLAY YOU START HAVING A FIT ]] B l u r r: by now it's probably my net. ]] FakeProwl: I won't withdraw it. I prefer to be proactive on offering comfort. It's better to offer comfort when it's not needed than to not realize I should be offering it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods in agreement, takes hand.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah. The elder has been infected.]] Whirl: Empties aren't scary because they're just... Empties. But if they had the ability to turn you INTO an Empty with one bite, then they'd be more scary. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Greetings, Yeager human.=  *Teeth flash. Don't worry. He won't eat you in front of Autobots.* B l u r r: No, you're talking about the zombie combatants. They can infect us. B l u r r: Getting bit by them didn't hurt. Yeager: Who are you supposed to be? Whirl: All... right, so if you have zombies, then obviously these guys on screen aren't Empties, right? ItsyBitsySpyers: =Ravage. Hunter.= B l u r r: They act more like Empties than our zombie combatants FakeProwl: Calling them riots seems like it's downplaying the severity of the situation, but I can't think of a more accurate word. Whirl: Well, they have the danger of your zombie combatants. Yeager: Oh, uh. Well, nice to meet you, I guess? Yeager: Are you all friends with this guy? [ points at Blurr ] Whirl: Yep. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slow nod and yawn.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Rampage?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave searches his dictionaries.* Yeager: Well, nice to know he's got other friends. I was worried this one was gonna be a problem. FakeProwl: I like your hand. It's weird. FakeProwl: Rampage. Maybe. Whirl: "A problem?" You his reformation officer or something? Whirl: *...Whirl privately agrees with you Prowl but he will NEVER ADMIT IT* Yeager: Reforma- no. No, he's just kind of a loner at family functions- B l u r r: / clamps claw closed again./ Go to sleep. B l u r r: / Blurr he's not a bird omfg/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave lifts his other hand to look at it and then over at Prowl. Question mark screen.* Whirl: Family? Sounds like you fell in with a whole new posse, Teach. *snickers* B l u r r: He's a delusional human. Whirl: Who's this family of yours? Yeager: [ muffled yelling ] B l u r r: An imaginative fantasy. Whirl: I wanna hear him explain it, Also. Air. B l u r r: / growls and releases claws again / FakeProwl: Yes. I like it. Your fingers are skinny and they fit between my fingers. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble mumbles something to Frenzy over comm. Frenzy looks over and nods.* Yeager: [ wheeze ] the hell... ItsyBitsySpyers: //So... I'm thinkin' quarantine zones is big ol' spaces, right? They probably don't got room for all everybody.// Whirl: Probably not. And they said there'd be military there. FakeProwl: ... It's quarantined because they've given up on it. Whirl: Looks like they abandoned the group. FakeProwl: They've left it filled with zombies. Everyone inside is going to be left to die. ItsyBitsySpyers: //So, uh... y'know... if there's like, one sick fragger in there...// Whirl: Then it's curtains. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave sits up a little straighter, pleased. The good kind of weird, then.* Whirl: Well. So much for the quarantine. Whirl: Heh. Nice. FakeProwl: He saved her. He's an obnoxious man but he maintains minimum standards of basic decency. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He seems to be a better creator than the other.]] Whirl: So it's only transmittable by bite? Whirl: Nothing if you get scratched or bled on? ItsyBitsySpyers: =You're here. Why?= FakeProwl: We don't know that yet. We only know that he would save a child's life. Presumably the other creator would save his child's life too if he hadn't been out of range. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He cares for another human's creation. The creator did not do this for his own until now.]] FakeProwl: Saving a life is the minimum standard for caring. You can save your creation's life and still not actually be there to train or take care of it. Yeager: why am /I/ here? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Glance. ... Nods.* Whirl: This guy kicks ***. Whirl: And has good taste in colors. FakeProwl: *manages, just barely, to keep Springer peripheral enough to his thoughts that he doesn't start talking about him out loud.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *That is why he didn't continue on in that vein, once he thought about it.* Yeager: Well... I was told to come witih him. B l u r r: More like I was assigned to spend time with him. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Why.= FakeProwl: ((the Danger Toilet)) Whirl: Under whose orders? Whirl: ((PFFF)) Yeager: Optimus. B l u r r: / groans / Whirl: Ahh. I see. *sly look* FakeProwl: Why don't they leave them in the washroom? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He does not understand the purpose of the tape. They are not broken.]] Whirl: *this guy's Whirl's favorite character* FakeProwl: When they get somewhere safe they can rescue the people in the washroom. Whirl: They've gotta get them out sometime. FakeProwl: Maybe the tape will make it harder to bite them. FakeProwl: But then he should cover his whole arms. FakeProwl: They could get them out a different way. They could wait until they reach somewhere with power tools and then drill into the washroom from the outside of the train. B l u r r: don't give me that look, Whirl... Whirl: There's no guarantee help'll be waiting for them--it wasn't last time. And I figure they feel their loved ones aren't worth the risk of waiting for both the help and fo the washroom door to hold. FakeProwl: The zombies don't attack when they can't see people to attack. FakeProwl: If they get to their destination and no one can help, then they can risk going in this way. FakeProwl: Or they could at least go outside the train and walk up to car thirteen, rather than doing battle all the way from car nine to car thirteen. Whirl: They were trying to get in before. They don't know whether they'll forget or not. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does not think the humans in the washroom will be able to hold that many off.]] FakeProwl: They don't need to hold them off. Zombies don't attack when they can't see anyone. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They are an elder, a small human, and a -- ah. They follow sound.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[If they can hear the screams, that may be why they are still by the washroom.]] FakeProwl: Oh. You can beat them in the dark. Whirl: *nods* Whirl: It's still a gamble--up until this moment, they didn't know that zombies forget so quickly. They might STILL be trying to get into the washroom. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage looks to Blurr. What look is Whirl giving him? What is this about a Prime?* Whirl: Look at these guys, working together. Brawn and brains. Nice. FakeProwl: Clever. But they can only do it once because they only have two phones. FakeProwl: ... Three phones, probably. They can do it twice. FakeProwl: Maybe three times if they can set an alarm on the phone. Whirl: As long as they save their people, they may only need once. FakeProwl: Get moving before they come out of the tunnel. FakeProwl: This guy needs to focus. He can talk about fatherhood once they have an escape plan. Yeager: [ relaxes and sits down to get more comfortable .] B l u r r: Honestly, she should have just stayed quiet. FakeProwl: He needs to stop shouting. He'll attract zombies. He might not know that but it's stupid until he knows for sure. FakeProwl: I'm scared by how slow they're going. They need to crawl faster. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He takes so many notes from these kinds of movies. Obviously the head destruction thing doesn't work, but other tricks. Like this.* FakeProwl: They only have two minutes. FakeProwl: I don't know if this is one of those movies where two minutes gets stretched into five minutes. B l u r r: they move too slow in general. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They must not make too much noise.]] FakeProwl: This is suspenseful. B l u r r: What a useless human. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Shakes his helm.* Whirl: Well, that's the ball game for him. Yeager: [ this is intense. Dad struggles are so real ] FakeProwl: He's obnoxious but he's not so stupid that he'll try to save himself after he's been injured. Whirl: *nods* Once you've been bit, all that's left for you is that good old blaze of glory. Yeager: He's saving what's important. B l u r r: Honestly, I would just kill everyone else in that car. FakeProwl: Importance has nothing to do with it. Everyone of them is important. He's saving the ones that can be saved. That's all. Yeager: Importance has everything to do with it. B l u r r: ...what a pity. He's trying to use fear as a weapon, but he fails at it. FakeProwl: Punch him again. B l u r r: Kill him, that's better. Whirl: ..and zombies on the other. Whirl: Ha! He's got screaming monsters on one side... ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HA!\\ B l u r r: and screaming monsters on the other side. FakeProwl: Quarantining them just in case is smart. Kicking them out is not. Whirl: ((...thanks ls for reversing those(( B l u r r: They're all screaming monsters, honestly. boomtank: -what did he wander in on?- B l u r r: At least the zombies have an excuse. B l u r r: They're all gonna die... B l u r r: I hope so, anyway. boomtank: Zombies? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They should be working on disguising themselves from the zombies on the other side.]] FakeProwl: I hope they live. They're scared, and prone to mob mentality, but that's no reason for them to die. B l u r r: Let them in... B l u r r: Oh, please, let them in B l u r r: Let them be eaten! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Those coats would go to better use on that door.]] B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Whirl: Honestly, that wouldn Whirl: t... solve anything. As much as I love wanton destruction. B l u r r: INSTANT KARMA! FakeProwl: Bad. Bad woman. No. Don't do that. Don't kill everyone. Most of them are innocent. Whirl: I mean, opening it will just mean more zombies, which is a greater danger to the kid. boomtank: .... FakeProwl: Even the guilty one doesn't deserve to die for it. boomtank: Right, I missed something boomtank: How much of the movie did I miss? Whirl: A good chunk of it. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Blaster: [[The humans are suffering a plague like the Terrorcons. Most of the train has been infected.]] boomtank: Ah... boomtank: Thanks, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Small nod.* boomtank: And Whirl FakeProwl: If that's Busan out the window, I don't think their odds are good. B l u r r: [[ can we just appreciate that they didnt make the pregnant woman a liability? ]] B l u r r: [[ like she didn't have to have the damn baby ]] Whirl: *bobs his helm* FakeProwl: But, this is a movie,nd movies typically have happy endings. Whirl: Anyway. That old lady was an idiot for doing that. Easier ways to off yourself if you wanna die so bad. FakeProwl: Actually, opening a door is a very easy way to off yourself. Under the circumstances that one involved the minimum effort. FakeProwl: However, she still shouldn't have done it because none of the other people in the car deserved to die. boomtank: Typically, Prowl, they do. This may not be one of those times B l u r r: Sure they did. FakeProwl: Yes. Typically but not always. I give this movie... 78% odds of a happy ending. Whirl: If you wanna get TECHNICAL, then--what I mean is, she coulda just thrown herself out a window or something. Whirl: Instead of getting herself eaten and making things more dangerous for the child. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Isn't so sure about the one who condemned the creator and tried to use fear as a weapon.* FakeProwl: That involves opening a window, climbing up to the window, and jumping out. And the odds that it would be successful are lower. boomtank: That's not a good reason boomtank: Following orders FakeProwl: If she jumped out the window wrong, she might only have grievously injured herself. Whirl: *doesn't care much what happens to the jerk, if it means endangering the child for no good reason* boomtank: Not when things go wrong like this B l u r r: Look, if your excuse is, "I was just following orders" , then you're not fully committed to the assignment given. B l u r r: And that means you're working on false pretenses. B l u r r: Which still makes it your fault, so. FakeProwl: So opening the door was the easiest way to kill herself. boomtank: Yeah... B l u r r: I mean, just commit to the assignment or shut up and leave. boomtank: You own up to what you did B l u r r: Mhm. Yeager: Oh shiit. Now what are they gonna do? boomtank: ....annnnnd that's not a good sign Yeager: [ he's totally invested ] FakeProwl: Maybe he committed to what he thought the assignment was but it turned out the assignment was something different. Whirl: *sighs, gathers his patience, and goes on* I didn't mean for it to be taken literally, Prowl. B l u r r: Then that isn't his fault, but shrugging it off as "just orders" is still just placing the blame on someone else. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Short, annoyed buzz at the screen* FakeProwl: Really?! B l u r r: He should still accept that what HE took part in was wrong. FakeProwl: Out of all the people to survive, it's them? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why are those two alive.]] boomtank: That...is plausable Whirl: Yes, I'm aware of the word choice. Whirl: A damn shame. boomtank: Check before shutting doooors ItsyBitsySpyers: *Amused by similar thoughts despite annoyance. Squeezes the hand.* Yeager: I hope they all make it... FakeProwl: Based on what we know about their characters based on their limited appearances in this movie, those two were the ones least deserving to survive. boomtank: -has no idea who those other two survivors are- B l u r r: The conductor is a real one, honestly. He could have just taken off. FakeProwl: The conductor went outside by himself unharmed to try to find his passengers a new train. He's the real hero here. I'm rooting for the conductor. Whirl: *nods* boomtank: Same B l u r r: ... I think I'd like him to survive, too. FakeProwl: ((**unarmed. altho he IS unharmed. so far.)) B l u r r: It takes a lot of guts to go into situations alone with no weapon. FakeProwl: Yes. He is good. I like him. B l u r r: ... Ah, yes. I saw that coming. FakeProwl: I hope the two in the bathroom don't get eaten. But if they do I won't be sad. B l u r r: You idiot, you let them out? You're terrible at wrangling. boomtank: Oh you aft ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He let them out?]] B l u r r: Oh for pit sake... Whirl: Idiot let 'em out. B l u r r: Well... here they all come. boomtank: You dumb stupid PRIMUS you have got to be KIDDING boomtank: RUN FakeProwl: I changed my mind. His continued existence in the movie causes an increase in the amount of danger. He should die. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Agreed.]] Whirl: Close doors behind you! Yeager: Okay... even I gotta admit. Yeager: I'd kick this guy's asss. Whirl: HAHA, boomtank: ...yeah, I agree ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Kill him.]] B l u r r: ... Wow. You're pathetic. FakeProwl: Throw her at him. Whirl: She's going to EAT you. B l u r r: How did you survive that far and you just gave up after she got bit? You moron. boomtank: Kill her before she eats yoooooh she did FakeProwl: Let him be killed by the zombie he made. Whirl: I can't wait to see him get eaten. boomtank: Mooooove Yeager: This is making me anxious. [staring at the screen ] Whirl: Unless, by some cruel twist of fate, he ends up being the only survivor. B l u r r: No. No don't do that! boomtank: Move you, oh not you boomtank: no! B l u r r: Wow... B l u r r: Wow, you killed your only hero. Whirl: *sigh* boomtank: Can that one die now? FakeProwl: Not the conductor. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It can be difficult to take action against those who resemble beings who once mattered.]] B l u r r: All right. I'm ready for some murder. B l u r r: I hope they kill that guy. FakeProwl: The conductor deserved life. Whirl: He did. Yeager: Oh god, pull faster! FakeProwl: They all deserved life. Except the coward who keeps killing other people. Ratchet: [[ what happened to the conductor i'm so confused ]] Yeager: Get your kid!! FakeProwl: ((the jerkass threw him to the zombies as a distraction)) Ratchet: [[ he was in the train and then next thing i saw he was on the ground becoming zombie?? ]] FakeProwl: ((he ran out of the train to save the jerkass.)) boomtank: Oh no boomtank: No... Yeager: I hope the woman lives, too. Whirl: *sots up* Whirl: ...*sits boomtank: Noooo B l u r r: How do you humans run so slow?! Yeager: We don't have special upgrades to go fast! FakeProwl: Yes. Out of all of the people who should live, the woman should live most, because she's two people. Whirl: *unless you haven't yet noticed from his comments, Wirl is PRIMARILY invested in one character's survival* FakeProwl: That's twice the number of survivors. boomtank: Why are your Carriers so slow? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Has very much noticed.* Yeager: As long as they both get on the train, I'd be happy. B l u r r: they're gonna slow down the train... FakeProwl: It's a train. They don't have enough mass to slow it down significantly. boomtank: Now do they? B l u r r: Well, they are. FakeProwl: ... Maybe if ALL the zombies grab on. Whirl: But they might get aboard. FakeProwl: It would help. If they had. A. Conductor. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[....Are you certain?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *That looks like an awful lot of zombies.* FakeProwl: When I made that comment there were only three of them. boomtank: Oh good Yeager: [ what an amazing father ] FakeProwl: I don't know the coefficient of friction of a clothed human body, but enough of them could have caused trouble. Whirl: ((Like. Mad props to the zombie actors here. I'm sure a lot is cgi but damn they are selling it and they are doing some mad stunts)) FakeProwl: ((yeah they are good at the twitchy jerky thing)) B l u r r: [[ some are CGI, and some aren't apparently! ]] boomtank: ...oh boomtank: Throw him over B l u r r: [[ I looked it up, though the source may be incorrectly translated. But it said a lot of them were real ]] Whirl: The one smart zombie WOULD be this guy. FakeProwl: Why does he know how to use the door? boomtank: Throw him over B l u r r: he's not fully turned yet. Yeager: Toss him off. boomtank: Now Whirl: ((Oh yeah I know not all of them are!)) FakeProwl: Maybe he hasn't finished turning. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Kick him.]] Whirl: Absolutely kick him. Why are you hesitating? boomtank: Off the train you go Whirl: Think about your child! Whirl: Idiot. Wasting compassion. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He isn't looking. Destroy him.]] Yeager: Your daughter is right behind you! Throw him off! FakeProwl: ... Too late. FakeProwl: Throw him while he's distracted by his grief. Whirl: *sits up more* boomtank: C'mon! boomtank: Nooo ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Pull him off with you.]] Yeager: ... I hope he cuts off his hand. Whirl: Well, time to throw yourself off. FakeProwl: That might not be enough. Yeager: Works in other shows, man. boomtank: .... Whirl: Why did you secure yourself. You've gotta throw yourself off. B l u r r: / nudges Cade with a claw / Not the walking dead. That's not this show. We watch that Sundays. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is too rapid an infection. He has likely already used what time he might have had.]] boomtank: No FakeProwl: He chained himself. Good. If he turns before he can work up the nerve to kill himself, he won't kill the others. Yeager: [ he is going to cry ] Whirl: *well, okay. To say goodbye to her, if he knows he has the time* B l u r r: [[ this ugly movie is going to make ME cry ]] boomtank: ((same boomtank: ..... B l u r r: [[ ITS TOO LATE IM ALREADY CRYING ]] FakeProwl: Say you love her, you idiot. You're going to die, make your last words to her nice ones. boomtank: ((ah damn, too late B l u r r: [[ god korean horror is so great. ]] boomtank: ..... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Prowl doesn't mind if his hand gets squashed a bit, does he?* boomtank: -WHY- Yeager: [ this is very sad and he might be feeling emotions ] FakeProwl: *squash away* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He shall.* boomtank: ...no B l u r r: / nudges Cade with a claw and scoops him back into his palm. There. There there. / FakeProwl: He should have jumped off the side of the train. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why?]] FakeProwl: There would be a chance he'd go under the wheels. Destroying his body would lower his odds of being able to damage anyone else. FakeProwl: By jumping off the back, he might have only been slightly injured. boomtank: What boomtank: No Yeager: Oh for fuckk sake. Let them live. boomtank: No, movie you don't do this Yeager: Come on... you've made it this far. FakeProwl: Those are a lot of dead bodies. Not zombified bodies, dead bodies. FakeProwl: Perhaps that means an effective defense has been made here. Whirl: Maybe the infection has some kind of burnout. B l u r r: Oh come on, don't start that scrap now... keep the parasite inside. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The water has been polluted.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He wonders if there is any more inside.]] boomtank: ........ boomtank: ohno FakeProwl: The fact that that fence is ajar is concerning. Yeager: ... Oh god.  Please don't shoot them... boomtank: ohnononono FakeProwl: Oh no. Don't shoot them. boomtank: No Yeager: Do NOT. boomtank: no! B l u r r: / clamps claws over Cade / FakeProwl: No. FakeProwl: Don't. B l u r r: / releases claws / boomtank: -settles back- ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Ah. The song.]] B l u r r: [[ i am cRYING ]] FakeProwl: Singing is stupid in the middle of a tunnel where zombies can only find you by sound. She's lucky it saved them. Whirl: That's a good song. Whirl: ((A GREAT FILM)) Ratchet: [[ *** me i got this far without crying but now i am bawling ]] Yeager: This movie was great! Ratchet: [[ i didn't realize when she was singing it earlier that it was aloha 'oe ]] boomtank: ((that was fun, aside from the feels gut punches FakeProwl: There were three survivors. FakeProwl: If that one man hadn't been an idiot, there could have been over twenty. B l u r r: / smirks a little/ Mm... foreign films are usually much better at storytelling. FakeProwl: ... All human films are foreign. B l u r r: Foreign for him. boomtank: -snorts- FakeProwl: Are you saying humans are better at storytelling than we are? Because I've never seen a human mystery as good as the classic Golden Age mysteries. Whirl: *sits up a bit and stretches as much as he can without dislodging his hammock-mates* B l u r r: / shrugs/ I don't know what you're talking about. boomtank: Foreign for who? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble quickly swipes his hand across one eye and then turns it into a stretch* Yeager: [ wave ? ] B l u r r: Him /lifts claw to show Cade off / This one. The human. From Earth. FakeProwl: Oh. FakeProwl: ... This isn't a foreign film to him. It's from his planet. Yeager: It's foreign. Yeager: It's not from the same country boomtank: -waves back- boomtank: Oh! FakeProwl: ... So? It's from Earth. Yeager: But we have countries and stuff from out of the country means foreign. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is like comparing Harmonex and Petrex.]] boomtank: ((LS you flipped that FakeProwl: I don't consider films from Harmonex "foreign." Whirl: Well? What did you guys think? *looks about, asking the hammock group in general* FakeProwl: I consider films from Harmonex "musicals." B l u r r: I rather enjoyed it. Yeager: that was awesome! ItsyBitsySpyers: *-Loud- huff.* FakeProwl: You humans have such tiny little bubbles to separate your "us" from your "other." ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...A fair point.]] boomtank: it was fun, from what I saw Yeager: Bubbles? My bubble was destroyed and invaded a while ago. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Was good stuff. Shoulda - shoulda had them fighters live. The tape ones.// FakeProwl: Your nation has been destroyed? Which nation were you from? By your accent, I thought you were American. Yeager: ... [ rolls eyes ] I was being figurative in speech. Whirl: Yeah, those guys were my favorite. I liked the rude one. FakeProwl: I'll admit lately I've only been keeping up with baseball news from Earth, but I'd think even they would mention if the United States— oh. Yeager: To be fair, my planet WAS almost destroyed ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH! HE WAS REAL TOUGH.\\ FakeProwl: Yes, I know. We were the ones who almost destroyed it. FakeProwl: Don't use figurative speech with me. I'm bad at it. I was stretching myself outside my comfort zone by referring to nations as bubbles. boomtank: Wait. What timeline was this that almost destroyed Earth? Yeager: [ shrugs ] Yeager: I mean, I'm pretty sure Earth is still in deep shiit. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...'N the kid fighter's mate. She shouldn'ta died neither.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *But that might just be because he's thinking about Rosie again. Shh.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\GROSS, FLESHIE.\\ FakeProwl: Earth was almost destroyed in a lot of timelines. Whirl: I mean. ideally, yeah. That wholeg roup of folks should've made it, if only to spite the others. ESPECIALLY to spite the others. boomtank: -huffs- Why is it that when I hear about most other timelines it's either their Cybertron is dead, or they've almost flattened other planets? Yeager: They didn't almost flatten us. boomtank: Really? Yeager: Well, not we as in me, but we as a species. Yeager: Technically, we got ourselves mixed up in the entire mess, too. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[That is what he wants to find out.]] boomtank: ...oh, brilliant. FakeProwl: Usually it's both: Cybertron is dead, and also they've flattened other planets. Yeager: Some people just don't know how to respect cultural differences. Don't know how to talk to people. FakeProwl: If that's untrue of your timeline, then you are in the minority. Congratulations. Yeager: Well, I mean, the WAR was brought to our planet, but it's not about that war anymore boomtank: Thanks? Yeager: as far as I know, that war is long over. No one won. Whirl: Anyway, I'm turnin in. *nodes Rumble, Frenzy, and Ratchet* Catch ya later, losers. boomtank: So, it does look like my timeline is a minority then B l u r r: / waves at whirl / ItsyBitsySpyers: *They punch Whirl's arms goodbye. boomtank: And yeah, having a war brought to your planet tends to do that...I think. Whirl: *Good. The best form of goodbbye* Whirl: And the rest of you guys--seeya! *bobs his helm and Blurr, then Soundwave* boomtank: -waves- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod.* Yeager: I'm not really mad about it anymore... Yeager: We gotta play with the cards we're dealt. [ shrugs ] I know who I stand by. boomtank: I wish you the best of luck then B l u r r: he's gonna need it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...You. Cade human. The one who looks like this.]] Puts Galvatron on his visor. [[You've seen him?]] B l u r r: Even if he HAS helped take down an enemy or two. boomtank: ...most likely Yeager: I'd like to think that Lockdown counted as two enemies- what? Yeager: [ squints and leans forward ] Uh, not in a long time. Not since the whole fight in Shanghai. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Did he perish there? Do you know?]] FakeProwl: *glances at soundwave.* Oh. *then squints at the human.* I recognize you. We saw a documentary about you. Yeager: he sort of threw a hissy fit and disappeared. Yeager: You, uh, did? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Clears his screen. He thought so. Damn.* boomtank: Oh. That was a documentary? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Your assistance has been noted.]] Yeager: We're still looking for him, though. FakeProwl: You're the pathetic excuse for a father who financially endangered his own child's odds of a successful life by prioritizing your own projects over a sustainable income to support her education. Yeager: [ makes a face ] FakeProwl: And suppressed her natural inclination to socialize and date in an age-appropriate way with her peers. Yeager: Did I ever say, anywhere, that I was father of the year? No. ItsyBitsySpyers: *That's either horrifying or hilarious. He's sort of leaning toward the latter.* boomtank: -snorts- Proooowl FakeProwl: And displayed such great immaturity that at a young age when she should have focusing on her own growth, she had to devote a great deal of her time to taking care of you and cleaning up your messes. Yeager: [ opens mouth to talk ] B l u r r: / clamps claws over Cade and hisses through his denta / ItsyBitsySpyers: *The twins "oooooooo" in the background* B l u r r: I don't care about human issues. Yeager: [ halfway crawls out from between two digits ] boomtank: -snorts again, and shakes his helm- ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YA GONNA TAKE THAT, FLESHY? I MEAN, IT AIN'T WRONG, BUT YA GONNA TAKE IT?\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble snickers softly* Yeager: Again, did I EVER say I was the best father ever? No. No, I never did. I made mistakes because I wasn't prepared to BE a father, but I did my damn best. Yeager: I told her I was sorry and I let her go. ItsyBitsySpyers: *....Rumble JUST NOW REALIZES what he's hearing* ItsyBitsySpyers: *His optics brighten about 400%* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Everybody shut the frag up a sec.// FakeProwl: I don't know how to shut up a sec. B l u r r: What a surprise. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...'Cept you.// Disappointed look. //False alarm. Never mind. Get talkin' again.// FakeProwl: Not really. I still have processor damage. boomtank: Are your comms. working? B l u r r: What a pity. FakeProwl: Whose comms? Who are you talking to? boomtank: You, Prowl. FakeProwl: Oh. Yes. They are working. Why? boomtank: Try concentrating on using that for your talking if you want to be quieter FakeProwl: I can't. FakeProwl: If the person I'm talking to is within hearing range I just talk at them. boomtank: Oh. B l u r r: To them. FakeProwl: And sometimes when nobody's in range I make open broadcasts on my comm that I don't mean to make. FakeProwl: It's very frustrating. FakeProwl: No, not to them. At them. boomtank: That does make things a bit...awkward? FakeProwl: "To them" would imply that my speech is an intentional attempt to communicate something to a person, rather than an uncontrollable action happening vaguely in someone's direction. B l u r r: It's not that bad, honestly. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Bright optics again. He's gonna mutter along with this.* FakeProwl: Right now, I'm only partially talking to you. I'm mainly talking out you. Only a small portion of this is deliberate. FakeProwl: **at B l u r r: / shrugs pauldrons / Aren't you getting repaired? FakeProwl: Yes. See. They have the pipe out of my head now. I have a temporary patch. But my optic is still in my head. They haven't removed it yet. FakeProwl: The pipe is removed. FakeProwl: ... Oh. You can't see. This is my hologram. B l u r r: Obviously. FakeProwl: ((LS don't SWITCH MY MESSAGES)) B l u r r: / scratches at his helm finial./ What's wrong with having your optic in your helm? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\IT'S TRUE THOUGH.\\ B l u r r: You're lucky it's still there at all. B l u r r: / snort / FakeProwl: Yes, I am. If it had been moving slightly faster I'd be dead. B l u r r: / shrugs/ I've seen worse. FakeProwl: But what's wrong with having my optic in my head is that it's putting pressure on my brain module and causing damage. FakeProwl: Yes. You have seen worse. You are worse. B l u r r: Oh, yes I know. FakeProwl: I know you know. B l u r r: Your medics move slow if your optic is still in your helm... FakeProwl: They are being very careful about figuring out how to remove it because it's putting pressure on my brain module. FakeProwl: So they want to make sure they don't do anything to increase that pressure or damage my brain when they remove it. B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. There's nothing /wrong/ with me, actually. It's just all damage. FakeProwl: Damage is something wrong. B l u r r: / shrugs shoulders / I bet my medic could have done it just like that /snaps digits/ But, alas, he's out of town. B l u r r: There's nothing wrong. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hand twitch. Doesn't notice.* FakeProwl: I wouldn't trust anybody who says that they'd take the optic out just like that. I'd rather someone do it slowly and carefully. FakeProwl: *doesn't consciously notice the hand twitc; but fingers twitch back, curling tighter.* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I PUT MORE WIRES BACK IN YOU THAN YOU GOT 'N YOU AIN'T SEEN NO MEDIC STILL?\\ B l u r r: If that's what you prefer. B l u r r: Me? My medic has seen me. FakeProwl: It is what I prefer. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, Soundwave likes that line. He's saving that line.* FakeProwl: I want to be careful. If I lose my ability to track trajectories I'll need to be euthanized. I don't want to die. boomtank: ....come again? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You will not lose your ability to track trajectories.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You are under good care.]] FakeProwl: I hope not. I think I will probably be okay. B l u r r: Then stop worrying about it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *This time he notices it cause he means to do it.* B l u r r: You're talking like your medics know what they're doing. FakeProwl: I can't not worry. I can't not consider all the possibilities and prepare for them. B l u r r: / shrugs / FakeProwl: I am built to consider the possibilities. Yeager: Well, good luck on everything. I hope it works out. [ genuine concern ] boomtank: Wait. Waaaaait wait, you'll be /killed/ if you lose that ability? Yeager: Fixing Prime's processor was a big challenge, but I can't imagine what everyone else's looks like. They're all different. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Hook was the finest Decepticon medic he knew. His work was meticulous. He disliked taking his deployers to anyone else.]] FakeProwl: No. I won't be killed if I lose that ability. B l u r r: Hook?! K-KYAHAHHAHAA!! B l u r r: / kicks a pede out. Wheeze. Cackling / FakeProwl: I will ask to be killed. boomtank: ...but...seriously? FakeProwl: Yes. Seriously. B l u r r: When you run out of purpose, asking to die is kind of expected. B l u r r: I did that a lot. /shrugs/ Master never saw it through. B l u r r: I mean, he almost did that one time he fed me to Grimlock... but, he pulled me out last second. FakeProwl: Grimlock eats people? B l u r r: Ours does. boomtank: .... Yeager: Ugh, mine just eats cars in the junkyard. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Eats mechs, collects helms...]] Yeager: I think he ate a few KSI bots. FakeProwl: I always thought his alt-mode mouth ended at the back of its head. I didn't know it came with a throat. B l u r r: Depends on the Grimlock. FakeProwl: You. Human. You know Grimlock? Are you still in contact with him? Yeager: Yes. Yeager: He lives with me. FakeProwl: Can you put me in contact with him? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh! Yes! The Knight. Eagerly listens* Yeager: With Grimlock? Uh, well... I can try. Yeager: The Knights don't talk to people often. FakeProwl: Which one of them would be most willing to talk to an outsider? Yeager: ... I don't know. It takes them a lot to listen to ME. Yeager: I'll try asking Grimlock if he wants to talk to you. Yeager: The only person they seem to really REALLY talk to is Jazz. FakeProwl: Jazz. Jazz. Good. I know Jazz. FakeProwl: I will ask Jazz for his help instead. Yeager: But, Grimlock particularly talks to Jazz. No idea why. Yeager: And they get along with Crosshairs and Drift. Hound and Bee. Yeager: Then again, can't really hate Jazz. He's got that good personality. boomtank: ...? Yeager: ... Wait, I lied. Grimlock seems to communicate with Optimus, too. Yeager: Can't understand a word of it, but he listens to Optimus. B l u r r: That's why they communicate. To be perfectly honest. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy squawks and falls off the hammock laughing. Can't really hate - boy, the Boss must be rolling his optics back there* B l u r r: Optimus punched him really hard in the face. FakeProwl: I don't know your Optimus. But I do know either your Jazz or a Jazz similar to yours. B l u r r: / YOUR BOSS IS HELPING JAZZ EXCUSE U / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hey, the human didn't specify. They just said Jazz, general* Yeager: If it's the guy with the etch marks, he lives with me. Yeager: Well, on my property. Sort of. He comes and goes. boomtank: That Jazz? How's he doing? FakeProwl: There might be multiple Jazzes with etch marks. Yours or one similar to yours. Yeager: Right... FakeProwl: I will make contact with him. He will help me contact Grimlock. Yeager: Oh, last time I saw him, he was doing... okay, I guess. He was talking funny and kept asking me if everyone was okay. Then he left. boomtank: ...oh great. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Places pictures of the one he knows up to try to be of service. This one?* Yeager: ... yeah, that's the one. boomtank: The one with the glowing etch marks and feels kinda...funny? FakeProwl: Yours or one similar. Yeager: Listen, as long as you guys don't cause any problems, you can visit any time. FakeProwl: Alternates are always a possibility. FakeProwl: I can't visit any time. I'm in jail. FakeProwl: Kind of. Nice jail. It's an apartment. It's very fancy. But I can't leave it. Yeager: .. Right. Well, give him a call then. FakeProwl: The Constructicons think it's awful but I think it's the best place I've ever lived. Yeager: He hasn't answered so far, but. You know. Maybe. B l u r r: Anyway, I need to get this cretin back to Optimus. /moves to stand and grabs Cade in his claw / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He - this one - is not jailed. He can travel there, if necessary.]] FakeProwl: Yes. I will call him. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Though he hopes it isn't. Most of the humans there remind him of MECH gone wild.* FakeProwl: Soundwave, you can visit if someone needs to. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage hops off Blurr* boomtank: G'night then Yeager: Well, if you ever DO visit [hanging on to Blurr here ] I've got a safe place. Yeager: Totally secure. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Perhaps.= Yeager: Well, see you guys later. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A small nod.* B l u r r: / scowls and clamps claws. Grumbling/  I have some errands to run as well. So... continue talking, but my ship will be moving soon. boomtank: -waves- B l u r r: So, if you don't want to harvest energon, I suggest leaving in the next twentyminutes. FakeProwl: If it's moving, I won't be able to stay here. My hologram will disappear. FakeProwl: I should turn it off anyway, so I don't strain my processor. boomtank: Right, time to go then. Thanks for the movie. B l u r r: sorry the stream was so choppy. I'm sorry! ]] B l u r r: [[ but i need to go cause im going to see beauty and the beast  >>;;; ]] B l u r r: [[ so u guys have FUN ]] FakeProwl: The conductor should have lived. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((bye speedy!!)) FakeProwl: ((bye~)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Farewell, Blaster.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And yes, he should have.]] boomtank: It was fun, and have fun at the movies)) boomtank: -waves to Soundwave beore leaving- boomtank: g'night!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: (txt): One secret decided. Prowl will know when Prowl: repaired. Still choosing others. If processor: strained, rest. Health before company. FakeProwl: Oh. A secret. Good. I'll look forward to it. FakeProwl: I will see you later. FakeProwl: *flickers out* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Heads off himself*