#okay. NOW your arm will be missed o7

[shepscapades]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [PART 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [???]

Finally! Part 3 is here!! yippee!!! As a refresher, this takes place at the beginning of season 9, when Doc and Xisuma try to boot Etho back up after he shuts down pre-Season 8 Finale, set to the vibes of Joywave’s Destruction from DBHC Etho’s playlist! Ouguguh I’ve been looking forward to posting this part so much; it has some of my favorite shots so far… something about the grey-fade of Doc going into shock, something about the last two pages with xisuma and doc’s expressions… idk!! i really loved working on these :] Hope you’re enjoying the horrific, horrific ride!! =w=

As a partially insignificant but Special-To-Me note: Xisuma has always referred to dbhc doc as “Docm”— this is actually the first time X ever calls him “Doc.”

[froggibus]

Jason Todd (any version) x reader (preferably female) where Jason helps reader through an anxiety attack? Or a panic attack, if that's easier for you. And with as much fluff as possible, please?

Chilling Out - Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: during a party at Wayne manor, you have a panic attack, but Jason knows just how to help you

CW: panic/anxiety attacks, tight spaces (but no claustrophobia), crying, general anxiety (O7), hurt/comfort, mentions of past trauma & triggers, soft!Jason, they get ice cream, i promise it ends very wholesome. lmk if i missed anything

i haven't wrote DC in a hot minute but this request was too cute not to write. im so soft for soft Jason!! also shoutout to my trog for helping me come up w a title bcs i am dumb today. anyways hope you enjoy <3

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Jason knows very little about your past. Or at least, the bad parts of your past. You were always hesitant to share that part of your life with anyone, and Jason was never one to pry. 

Even if he didn’t recognize the trigger, he recognizes what comes next. 

That vacant, scared look on your face. The rapid, shallow rise and fall of your chest. He notices the way you’re almost shaking, the way your eyes dart around the room looking for an escape. 

You lose more and more air with every breath. The manor is absolutely packed with guests for Bruce’s most recent gala, and having so many people in so little space is overwhelming. You dig your nails into your palms. I have to get out. 

Jason is frozen across the room from you. He’s torn—stuck between running to you and wrapping you in his arms and never letting go, or letting you be and giving you the space you need to calm down. He knows if the roles were reversed, he’d want to be left alone. He’d go and hide in a comforting space and try to regain control of his thoughts. But you’re not him. 

He blinks and you’re gone, tearing away from the main foyer and escaping into the safety of the house. 

You collapse in the closet of a random room. The darkness accepts you into his arms, surrounding you like a blanket. You squeeze your eyes shut and contract all of your muscles, trying to force air back into your system.  

Jason doesn’t realize he’s following you until the cold air of the grand entrance hits him. You’re completely out of his sight now, having disappeared into one of the many rooms of Wayne manor. He pinches the bridge of his nose—where could you possibly be?

He starts searching the rooms on the ground floor, careful not to be too loud and accidentally startle you. After none of the rooms on the ground floor turn up anything, he starts to climb the stairs. He only makes it two steps before he hears a sob that sounds a little too familiar.

He backs up, eyes locked on the closet that Bruce keeps winter coats in. It’s tucked just out of the way of any prying eyes, at the end of a hallway near Bruce’s study. It’s quiet, enclosed and of course, dark. The perfect spot to hide in. 

“Y/n?” He keeps his voice soft and even, kneeling just outside of the closet. 

You sniffle in response, strained gasps echoing off the walls of the closet. How did he find you? How did he know?

He slowly pulls open the door, giving you enough time to hide your face or protest if you need to. A sliver of light from the hallway breaks through the darkness of the closet and illuminates your face. Jason’s heart breaks at the sight.

Poor thing. All teary eyed and wet cheeked, shaking like a leaf at the bottom of an old closet. He shakes his head. This won’t do.

 “Hey, hey,” he says, “it’s safe here. It’s just us. Just you and I.”

You hear his words but it’s hard to register anything in your panicked state. Your breathing stays erratic, your heart beats so hard you’re scared it will burst. You can see Jason through the black spots and tears, but just barely. He looks more like a broken mirror than a person right now, but it’s Jason.

“Are you okay if I touch you?”

As soon as you nod, Jason is pulling you into his lap and shutting the closet door to return you to darkness. Strong arms hold you close to his chest and his scent surrounds you. 

“Close your eyes, okay? Focus on your breathing, focus on what you feel, not what you think.”

You try to follow his instructions, managing to relax enough to shut your eyes. You can feel the warmth radiating off of him, the steady bump of his heartbeat, his hands resting above your belly button. You can smell his cologne, the familiar scent filling your nostrils and reminding you that he’s really there. 

Jason keeps himself sturdy. He keeps his breathing steady and his hands still. You need stability right now, and Jason is going to be the one to give it to you. He doesn’t care if he has to hold you for an hour, or even the entire night. All he cares about is you.

Your breathing starts to steady and the burning in your chest fades. You try not to push yourself—taking slow, gentle breaths. 

“Feeling better?” He asks, and suddenly you’re painfully aware that you’re sitting in his lap, in his arms, in a dark closet.

“Y-yeah,” you say, “I think so.”

He nods. “Great to hear.”

Jason awkwardly adjusts so that he can stand, opening the closet door. He reaches a hand out to you. “How about we ditch this thing? We get rid of these stuffy clothes, take a ride on my bike and get some ice cream?”

Jason almost bursts at the genuine smile that fills your face. It’s like clouds parting to let the sun rays through—a reward after seeing you break down in his arms.

“That sounds great,” you accept his hand and let him tug you to your feet. “I’ll go get changed.”

Ten minutes later and Jason is waiting at your door, having traded his suit for jeans and a t-shirt. “Ready to go?”

He takes your hand in his and leads you downstairs, out of the backdoor and to the garage where he parked his motorcycle. He helps you do up your chin strap, calloused hands gently rubbing the sensitive skin of your neck. 

You mount the back of the bike, your feet barely scraping the ground. Jason puts on his own helmet and climbs in front of you. He revs the bike, “you should hold on.”

You lean forwards awkwardly and wrap your arms loosely around his waist. Jason seems satisfied with this and takes off. As soon as the bike lurches into motion, your grip tightens around him. You swear you hear him laugh.

The cool night air feels nice on your once clammy skin, the familiar smell of the city surrounding you. Jason drives carefully, or at least, more carefully than he usually does. You can tell he’s making a great effort to keep you comfortable.

You relax into him, feeling the curves of the bike as you make your way into the city. The streets of Gotham fly by, amber streetlights casting the whole street in a soft glow.

You feel almost disoriented when he brings the bike to a stop in a parking stall next to the ice cream parlor. The sudden cease of motion leaves you feeling like you’re still moving, and you have to wait a minute to get your bearings.

Jason puts down the kickstand and climbs off of the bike, hanging his shiny black helmet from the handlebars. “Here,” he offers you a hand and helps you down.

Your knees shake slightly but you find your balance. You take off the helmet and set it on the seat of the bike where you just were.

“So, what’s your go-to flavor?”

You smile. Jason has never been one for small talk, and he’s definitely never been as gentle as he’s being now. You melt at the idea of him being extra careful with you.

“It’s so hard to decide, honestly,” you admit. “I usually get the same thing every time, but sometimes I want to switch it up, you know?”

He nods, “I’m usually a mint chocolate chip or rocky road guy myself, but I like to mix it up sometimes.”

You spend almost five minutes discussing ice cream flavors with Jason. It doesn’t help that this particular place boasts over 100 flavors, and all of them sound equally delicious. Finally, you manage to decide and step up to the counter to order.

You order your ice cream, but before you can pay, Jason steps up behind you and places his order with yours. You go to protest, but the man is already tapping his card.

“Thank you,” you say sheepishly.

“Hey, if I invite you out for ice cream, don’t expect to pay.”

You get your ice cream and settle down at one of the picnic benches in the parking lot. It’s a nice, warm night, and there’s not very many people around. Usually you’d be afraid to be out this late in Gotham but having Jason around just settles your nerves.

“Thank you for tonight, Jay. It—it really means a lot to me that you helped me.”

You swear his cheeks tinge red. He looks at you seriously, “anytime. Seriously, if you ever need me, no matter what, just call me, okay? I’ll be there for you in a heartbeat.”

His words almost have you tearing up again. Seeing Jason so soft, so kind and caring—it just makes your heart flutter. He reaches across the table and squeezes your hand reassuringly. 

A peaceful silence falls over the table as you finish your ice cream. Jason never takes his hand away from yours, and you’re not quite sure you want him to. If you could live like this, with him, in this moment forever, you’re sure you’d never have another panic attack again.

[ghastigiggles]

trickle down

RAAAAAAHHHH WOMEN!!! Furina Content for the hungry masses, apologies that it's not longer. I was very inspired by a particular post and speedran this at like 4 in the morning.

Finally. Women in the Genshin Content tag. Let's Go Lesbians

usual disclaimer; safe-for-work tickling content ahead, very cute, very fluffy - also very vague 4.2 spoilers? but you wouldn't get it without context so it should be okay for the uninitiated o7

Being human comes with a lot of fun little quirks.

Furina loves being human. 

Furina does not, however, quite enjoy the prideful appearance she's been forced to keep for so long – so it's very nice and refreshing to finally have more and more friends at her side to drop that guard around.

At least, it's certainly nicer for Clorinde to no longer be alone in suffering Furina's drama, because –

"Would y – eeEEeeh! Ahaha – help mehehe already…!"

Paimon shuffled awkwardly in the air, glancing towards the Champion Duellist. 

"Should we, um, do something…?"

"No. Let it run its course… She'll be fine."

Lumine snorted softly, biting down her smile in an attempt to look as bemused as Clorinde when Paimon looked over haplessly. Before the three of them, taking advantage of their relative privacy and distance from society, was poor Lady Furina, her arms held above her head by Gentilhomme Usher – thus allowing Surintendante Chevalmarin and Mademoiselle Crabaletta to pinch and prod at her torso, sending her into the undignified fit of giggles she was in now. 

( very necessary A/N; the names of furina's staff are needlessly complicated even for a french speaker. sweet jesus. )

"Ahaha – y-you – yohohou are cruel! How c-cohould you fff – ahaha! – forsahake me this way?!"

"Lady Furina has a habit of, er…. Well, this," Clorinde explained poorly, nodding her head towards the scene with a tired look; "I gave up on actually helping after the first dozen repeat offenses."

The traveling pair nodded, exchanging a mildly amused look between themselves as Paimon took over replying for them both.

"Don't worry, we get it… We've got a few friends who are very similar, ehe…!"

Lumine nodded as well, turning her gaze back to Furina's song and dance. From the way her legs shook, it seemed like she'd collapse if Usher released her arms; and though she was flushed in the face, she also seemed genuinely happy…

It made the traveler's fingers itch, and she hummed, glancing towards her fairy friend.

"Hey, Paimon – since we're just waiting, why don't you and Clorinde scout up ahead? I'll stay here to keep her safe if anything creeps up on us."

"But…"

Paimon started to object, but shut her jaw with an audible click when their gazes met, her eyes widening with sudden understanding. Offering a more nervous smile, Paimon nodded quickly, whipping back to Clorinde.

"... R-right! Come on, miss Clorinde!"

"Right. Shout if you need help."

Almost grateful for the out, Clorinde marched up the path, Paimon hovering just beside her as she went. Lumine watched until they disappeared through a few trees before approaching the giddy Furina, waving her arms to shoo away her staff members.

"Alright, that's enough…"

"... Haah, ahah… ah –!"

Abruptly, they disappeared with a burst of bubbles, and, as predicted, Furina collapsed entirely, opting to commit entirely to the fall and flop back onto the grass, her hat rolling away when she landed. 

"Ahh, ow… haah, you could've been faster with the save, you know…"

"Oh, please, you could've gotten yourself out of it anytime," Lumine giggled, crouching beside the Chief Justice and savouring the flustered glare her comment got.

"Y-yes, well! Perhaps I was testing your friendship – looking to see how fast you would save me if I was in dire straits!"

"Oh, you're testing something, alright…"

The traveler shifted, somehow managing to straddle Furina where she lay before she had a chance to react – though it was less than graceful, with how their skirts overlapped. Furina stared up at Lumine with shock, stammering wordlessly while the blonde traveler smiled, a mischievous glimmer in her eye.

"I've got a question for you, Lady Furina – in operas, how much do you enjoy twist villains?"

"... Oh," Furina squeaked finally, her cheeks red – though her next words made Lumine soften the act a bit; "I – I, um… You're really…?"

"Yeah. Unless you don't want me to?"

"N-no! I mean – yes? I – mngh…"

The verbal stumbling made Lumine laugh, and Furina huffed petulantly, squirming in place with a thoroughly flustered expression.

"Just… Stop when I say so, okay?!"

"Promise. I won't push it."

Furina hesitated, gauging Lumine's sincerity before letting out a soft breath and nodding – only to tense when the traveler dug her fingers into her sides, wasting no time to profit off of the okay.

"Now, let's see how loud you can really sing…"

"AahhaaaAAH – Wait wait wahahait –!"

As Clorinde and Paimon rounded the bend again, they were greeted with Lumine helping a very breathless-looking Furina to her feet, slinging an arm around her shoulders to support the wobbly-legged damsel with an amused look to their companions.

"Unfortunately, Madameoiselle Crabaletta did a number on her… I think we might have to give up on the rest of this trip."

Clorinde sighed haplessly, shaking her head; "It's alright… It wouldn't be the first time. Come on, let's get back to the city…"

"... Haah, haah… S-sorry, everyone…"

Paimon giggled, collecting Furina's hat from the ground as they began their trek homeward and trying it on her own head, giving Lumine a knowing side-eye.

"It's okay! Paimon had fun anyway! What about you, Traveler?"

"Yeah – lots of fun. We should do this again soon."

Lumine grinned, drumming her fingers against Furina's side where they rested just to make her flinch and giggle, leaning into the traveler a little harder and ducking down to hide a giddy smile.

Furina loves being human – especially now that she has proper friends to be human with.

[floralembarrassment]

So the people have SPOKEN (you know who you are @starman-o7 & @copeing-through-marauders) and because @softgaygothdude made me cry y'all are getting more!

Problems... (2/4)

Regulus took each step slowly, listening to see if he could hear Effie and Monty. He didn't want to eavesdrop, he just wanted to make sure he wasn't interrupting anything important. When he took the last few steps and became visible to the kitchen, he was addressed with a warmth he still wasn't used to.

"Regulus! Come down for a bedtime cuppa have you?" Monty asked as he set the kettle down from which he had just poured for himself.

He looked around the kitchen. Monty leaning against the counter as he fixed up his tea, and Effie was sitting at the table. "Umm, yeah I uh yes please. Thank you." Regulus stuttered quietly, out his eyes lingered on Euphemia.

"Well help yourself," Monty said clearly reading that he wasn't the one Regulus had come down to see. He kissed Effie on the head, "I'll just be heading up to bed darling, I'll see you up there."

Monty smiled at Regulus, who offered a small one back, and he walked up the stairs leaving Regulus alone with Effie. She stood and tipped her head to the kettle, "want me to make it for you, yeah?" She offered but had already started moving to do so.

"Oh you don't have to-"

"It's nothing dear, you have a seat." She said and Regulus did as he was told.

He sat quietly while she made two cups, and Regulus smiled when he watched her make his the way he liked it without even having to ask. When she sat back down, placing a cup each in front of the them, she titled her head and asked in her softest motherly voice, "something on your mind Regulus? Do you need anything?"

Regulus looked down into his tea, hands fiddling around the cup. "Umm, well now that you mention it, I um I'm really sorry but I need some some things for the bathroom..." he couldn't help stumbling over his words. His courage was gone and he was all nerves again.

"Oh of course sweetheart," Effie said. "We can get you anything you need. James mentioned you liked a certain shampoo but I bet we guessed wrong didn't we?"

She was all smiles and ready to solve any problem Regulus had. He couldn't believe it nor did he believe he deserved it. But remembering Sirius' words that she would feel bad if she couldn't take care of him, and while it might be missing the point that he was still going to act in a way to please a maternal figure, he was doing his best.

"No no you did guess correctly. No everything has been great really, it's just that um I was wondering if you had any um any..." and lowering his voice to whisper and leaning in he finished, "any tampons?"

After getting it out, he took a deep breath and looked up at Effie who had a slightly confused looked on her face. "We absolutely can get you some," she said a bit slowly, but still willing to give Regulus anything.

"Don't you want to know why?" Regulus said in shock.

"Only if you want to tell me dear," she said her smile and her eyes were soft, and Regulus couldn't help the tears that slid down his cheeks because he finally found a nice place to land.

Effie opened her arms in a question, and normally Regulus would shy away but right now he was happy to be comforted in a way he didn't know he could ever need.

"So you know that I'm trans?" Regulus whispered into Euphemia's shoulder.

She pulled back and looked at Regulus in the eyes. "I know you as Regulus, a wonderfully smart and thoughtful young man who is much kinder than he believes himself to be," Effie replied.

"So you don't care?" Regulus asked, again allowing his shock to be his courage.

"I only care that you are being taken care off and aren't doing anything dangerous," she explained sitting back down.

Regulus peered at her. He wasn't sure what she meant.

"Regulus I want you to listen to me, if there are things you want help with so you can be who you are, Monty and I will help you get the right care, okay?" She said, somehow simultaneously stern and supportive.

Regulus nodded, and realized he actually believed her. She patted his hand.

"Now, we are going to get you whatever products you need. There's a shop just up the street we can go together so you can tell me which ones you like, alright?" She said, and Regulus smiled.

"Thank you Effie, honestly." Regulus replied.

"Oh sweetheart this is nothing to thank me over. Actually I should be thanking you, because we are also going to get some treats and I have been dying for some chocolates," she said as she grabbed her keys and they walked out to the car.

[acavatica]

Lies Agreed Upon Cut Scene from Ch 40

New chapter soon! I'm trimming her up now, and this conversation is hitting the cutting room floor, but it's fun banter. We'll miss you, scene that didn't work in the transition. o7

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Aximili lifted his head up off the pillow, because humans thought one’s point couldn’t be adequately made without involvement of one’s main eyes. 

<Is there a way for you to recount last night’s events without making it so clear how sexy you found my mother and the woman who gored me in front of her?>

Marco wadded up the clothing he’d been retrieving from the storage compartments, tucked it under one arm, and turned around. His expression did look contrite. “Babe, I am genuinely trying.”

<I think I could easily tell you about an experience I had with your mother without describing the nascent sexual undercurrent that was only present in my own mind.>

Marco barked out a laugh⁠—a real one⁠—then brought the back of his hand up to cover the crooked smile he couldn’t suppress into something cool and nonchalant. Aximili propped his chin up with his hand. He didn't want to get out of bed yet, but the prospect was getting more tempting. 

“Okay, but you don’t think my mom is hot.”

Aximili said nothing, but maintained direct eye contact with Marco. 

“Ax, you have spent the entire time we’ve known each other insisting you don’t think humans are hot.”

Aximili blinked, slowly, twice. Then he shrugged. <My brain chemistry has been altered through conditioning to find you attractive. The two of you have a strong familial resemblance. Some confusion is understandable.>

Marco made a sound of disgust. “I’m taking a shower. Join if you want.”

[98shawns]

one to ten. (t.c.)

ten times you love each other. ten out of countless.

words: 2522

warnings: nsfw, language, alcohol consumption

an: lol i know i’m a shawn blog but now this is my white boy blog so i can do what i want!! and timmy literally makes me want to cry he’s so sweet and cute i love him aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

o1: ritual.

“I love you.” Timothée’s voice is sweet as he smiles into the phrase. It’s a bidding of farewell as he leaves for his morning schedule, but when you turn the corner to see him off, he hadn’t even had the door opened.

Instead he was waiting for you; shoes on, with his hands in his pockets, and a grin on his face. You roll your eyes and walk over to him.

“Have a good day.” Your hands come to his shoulders to pull him into a kiss. His grin widens as you pull away, and he rested his hands on your forearms.

“You too.” He says, sliding a hand to reach yours to give your knuckles a small kiss.

You end up finally chasing him out with a laugh, but he leaves only thinking of you, and how he can’t wait for the end of the day to see you again.

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o2: remedy.

“I love you.” You whisper the three words like a spell against the shell of Timothée’s ear and he can’t help but sigh. Today was horrible; stress and pressure had built towers upon his shoulders and he wouldn’t let them break down on him. Not in public at least.

He didn’t even take his jacket off when he fell face first into your bed, head landing straight into your lap.

Your fingers left the pages of your book to run through your boyfriend’s chocolate locks. Your heart ached as silence filled the room. You wished that you knew some sort of magic spell to wipe all his problems off the universe; but you couldn’t.

The closest thing to magic you knew how to do for Timothée was leave the bed for a moment to rummage through your dresser for an extra pair of clothes for him to change into. He hadn’t moved an inch when you came back but once he felt your gentle touch on his shoulder, he complied with your silent request to roll over and sit up.

You try to keep a neutral face as you stand between Timothée’s legs to bring him into a hug. You feel him sigh into your chest; where his head rested. His arms wrap around your middle and he gives you a squeeze.

Timothée finally cracks a smile when you pull away from the hug and bring your hands up to his cheeks to kiss his forehead.

He knows how sweet you are; how you wished you had solutions to all his problems, and how you hated that you didn’t. But that was okay with him. Being there to be with him at the end of the day was solution enough.

.

o3: spell.

“I love you,” He chants it desperately between pants against your lips. Almost as if he didn’t remind you every day. I love you. I love you. I love you. Like a spell he’d cast to make you his forever.

You casted the phrase back. I love you too. And gasp when you feel Timothée’s hands travel below the waistband of your shorts.

Two of his nimble fingers found themselves spreading your slit, and you find yourself grinding against his digits to feel some sort of relief.

“I’ve barely done anything and you’re already this wet for me…” He seems unaffected but you were hovering over his lap and felt his growing length pressing against your thigh. All you could do was bury your head into the crook of his head and nod.

The action makes him smirk as two of his digits slide into your core. You squeak and tense up at the sensation, and Timothée’s mouth lovingly finds your neck.

All he can think of is how much he loves this. He loves how sensitive you are. He loves how he knows that it’s so easy to get you riled up just because it was him. He loves how your hips buckle against his fingers when he curls them just how you like it. He loves how your juices drip over his digits and how your whole body shakes when he gets you off with just his fingers alone.

But he eventually wonders if it’s just because he simply loves everything that you do, because he finds you just as lovely as he positions his length at your core once you’d barely ridden out your high.

And when he hears your moans come out breathless and strangled once he moves his hips; he just finds you one thing: lovely.

.

o4: gratitude.

“I love you.” Timothée grins as he whispers it into your ear as you cry at his performance. His hands rub your arms as you try to stop your tears from falling, and you hit his chest as he laughs at you.

“You’re the most talented human alive.” You manage between sniffles and he feels like his smile has never been wider.

You’ve always been his number one supporter, and you were the reason why he loved his job so much. The way he could tell a story and move someone, anyone to tears with his art made him feel honoured.

But he doesn’t tell you that. Not when you were already a crying mess, at least. Instead he gazed at you thoughtfully, replies with a simple “Thank you.”, and wipes your tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

.

o5: calm.

“I love you…” It’s the first thing he says before suggesting that the two of you need to talk your problems out before you go off on a frenzy by accusing him of things that weren’t true. It was a rare occurrence, but useless fights are unavoidable in any relationship.

You try to keep a cool mind but everything felt like it was crashing down at once. Life was testing your boundaries by ruining everything you’ve worked hard for; and you and Timothée both knew that lashing out on him was just an excuse to blow off some steam.

You felt like you’d go insane if you admitted that you were in the wrong. So instead you don’t say anything, and he sighs.

“Please tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help you if you won’t tell me anything.” His eyes aren’t filled with any malice, just worry, and you begin to feel even worse. This wasn’t fair; not for him. You wouldn’t let life ruin the both of you either. Not when there wasn’t any need to.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” You finally admit defeat, and Timothée sighs as he takes this as his cue to run his thumb underneath your eye to wipe away a stray tear. He wraps his arms around you and doesn’t pull away until he feels you do the same, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Thank you.” His face relaxes. Relief. And you realize how lucky you are to have someone who knew how to be rational.

Somehow, your mind cools.

.

o6: beautiful.

“I love you,” it’s a whimper that falls from your lips as he thrusts into you. His name and other praises of affection leave your mouth; the mouth he loves so much, and he can’t help but bite down onto the skin of your neck as he takes you from behind.

“You’re such a good girl, you like being fucked from behind that much?” He grunts when your walls clench around his cock at his words. His hips rock faster and your voice becomes whinier.

“T-Timmy– I– I’m going to– I–“ Coherent sentences escape your mind and blur with pleasure when Timothée’s nimble fingers find your clit. He knows what you want and you’ve been patient with him. He has every intention of giving you what you're going crazy for.

“Cum for me,” He moans, lips latching onto the side of your neck as his thrusts became sloppier and his fingers moved more urgently.

You cry out as his hips slammed against your ass a few more times, and the knot in your stomach becomes undone. Your upper half collapses onto the bed as Timothée’s movements become slower to help you ride out your high.

But you barely catch your breath when Timothée pulls out and flips you onto your back. His eyes were still dark as he studied your face, with your eyes glazed over and half open, and swollen lips parted while you panted for air.

“You’re so beautiful… I love you so fucking much...” He murmurs to himself more than anyone before giving you what felt like the hundredth kiss than night.

He sucks on your bottom lip as he spreads your legs, and you mentally hit yourself for thinking that Timothée was anywhere close to being done with you for the night.

.

o7: plenty.

“I love you.” It’s said against your ear, but trapped inside your phone. All Timothée could do was frown when you tell him that you love him back in a raspy voice.

The only horrible thing about shooting globally was that he wouldn’t be able to see you for weeks; maybe months on end. He missed important days like birthdays and anniversaries with no mercy from his production crew; but this is what he signed up for so he wouldn’t complain. He loves what he does, after all.

And he’s glad that you understand. You always remind him that you’re just a call away, and he knows you’re right but it still never sits well with him when he can’t hold you in his arms. Especially when you need him most.

But he tries his best, and that’s all you need.

.

o8: care.

“I love you!” Timothée chuckles as you drunkenly pepper kisses onto his face the second he opens the door to welcome you home. He holds you by your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him into a deep kiss.

He smiles; alcohol from your staff party lingers on your clothes and tongue but he still could only find you that much lovelier. He knew you were an inherently affectionate person since birth, but your shyness always dissipates in beer bottles and tequila shots.

“Hey, you’re really hot. Can we do it?” You pull back and ask breathlessly. It takes him a few moments to process your request, but when he does he’s speechless. All he does is laugh before sweeping the hair falling in your face and cupping your cheeks.

“No. Doing it is a no no if you’re this drunk, but we can get you to bed instead. I swear it will feel equally as amazing.” He suggests, smiling when you pout before dragging you towards your bedroom.

“Well if it’s a no then why’re you taking my clothes off?” You slur your words as Timothée helps you step out of your outfit. You comply when he sits you down at the edge of your bed before pulling out more comfortable clothes for you to sleep in.

“Don’t go to sleep yet,” He laughs when your eyes start drooping right after he helps you into your pyjamas. You barely notice him disappearing into the kitchen until he comes back with a glass of water and an aspirin. You groan when he makes you consume both of them to completion, but he’s indifferent as he tucks you into bed.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?” You whisper, still drunk but still somehow so lovely in Timothee’s eyes. He grins and pecks your forehead, cheeks, nose, and eventually lips before whispering a goodnight.

And a final I love you is the last thing you hear when you’re finally lulled off to sleep.

.

o9: tender.

“I love you.” You giggle as Timothée pulls you into him, and the couch sinks as you straddle his lap. He smiles into the kiss he gives you as his hands slide up your thighs.

He’s in the middle of unbuttoning your blouse when he pulls away to stare at you. His eyes turn into crescents as he smiles at you, and you scoff.

“What?” You ask, pushing his curls out of his face. Timothée shrugs before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You're just... really beautiful, is all.” He says. Almost innocently.

You melt at his words and kiss his forehead. He chuckles and finally slides your shirt off your shoulders before connecting his lips to the crook of your neck.

You squeal as he gently pushes you down onto your back, and before you know it his lips are on yours again, kissing you before slowly pulling away.

“I love you,” He whispers. You stare into his eyes and smile. You believed it more than anything.

.

10: first.

“I love you!” Timothée revels at how much he says it casually nowadays. He says it for simple reasons, like when he wakes up and you’re the first thing he sees, or when you tell him that you’d pick up milk for him before you get home over the phone. There was no real reason as to why he even said it any more other than that he loved you at every moment.

He always smiles to himself when he remembers when the two of you first exchanged the three words. You were the first to break, only one month into your relationship when you were seeing him off after a night in at your apartment.

The two of you agreed to take it slow but when you somehow kissed him goodbye before casually telling him, “Bye, love you.”, he was over the moon. He tried not to make a big deal out of the thoughtless comment, only giving you a wide grin as he gave you one last kiss before leaving.

A text ensued right when he got back to his apartment.

My Baby[00:03]:

Hey! Sorry if that was weird when you left.  I know that we agreed to take it slow but tonight was just so fun, it just kind of slipped out… I hope you weren’t too put off by it. Sorry again.

Back at your apartment, you were banging your head against the wall when he didn’t respond, even twenty minutes later. He was weirded out. You knew it. You just liked him so much… he made you so happy that you couldn’t help yourself.

A knock at your door snapped you out of your self-loathing and you wondered why anyone would do such a thing at 12:30 in the morning. But when you answered, you couldn’t even process when Timothée lunged towards you to give you a kiss. You stumble back but he steadied you by wrapping an arm around your waist.

He pulled back, breathless, and laughed when he saw that your eyes had popped out of their sockets. He brought a hand up to one of your flushed cheeks. He knew you’d be surprised that he came back, but part of him also knew that he had to say it back in person.

“I love you, too.”

[milknette]

day o7 - disguise

she was sweet, too: reminds me of you.

tumblr month: @marichatmay links: ao3 | ff.net

In hindsight, Marinette could see where she went wrong.

She shook her head, muttering to herself as she slipped into the all-too-familiar spandex suit. It was a good copy, Marinette mused: especially since the original one was a magical costume that couldn’t really be replicated accurately with any type of clothes the real world had.

How did she land herself in this situation again?

After the close call with Clara Nightingale’s music video, Marinette had become so much more careful with getting into situations where she could expose her superhero identity. She even stopped wearing red (unfortunately), because she simply couldn’t risk it.

And for some time, it was all working out.

That is, until Chat Noir knocked on her balcony door; armed with a proposition that could affect not only her life, but his: as well as the entirety of Paris.

———

Earlier that week, Marinette, as Ladybug, had contacted Chat Noir to ask for his help.

It seemed that more than a few people were becoming suspicious of her true identity, and the hero wanted to shut down those rumors once and for all. (Though she didn’t tell Chat that, of course.)

The original plan was for him to find someone he trusted to dress up as Ladybug, and go around with him for patrol. His only goal was to be seen with her lookalike.

Then, while that was going on, Marinette would also be out in public: proving their Marinette-Ladybug theory wrong. (After all, she couldn’t be at two places at the same time, right?)

After explaining to Chat Noir that it was to distract the people while she went on a ‘secret mission’ (she felt bad for lying, but it was a necessary evil), her partner had ecstatically agreed, stating that he knew the perfect girl for the job.

Little did Ladybug know that she was talking about Marinette.

Oh, the irony.

———

It was the sudden and low “woah” that escaped Chat Noir’s mouth as soon as she stepped out of the folding screen was what snapped Marinette out of her thoughts.

“You know,” her partner commented. “You actually look a lot like her.”

The girl paused, nervously twiddling her thumbs as she faced him. “Haha, you’re kidding.” She managed an awkward laugh. “There’s no way I could even compare.”

Chat Noir shook his head. “No way, even Clara Nightingale saw it.” He pointed out. “Honestly, I was surprised with how similar you two looked during auditions.” As if catching himself make a mistake, the hero continued. “I mean, I saw you on television.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “You watched that, huh?” She laughed. “Well, even if I look somewhat like Ladybug; I could never be a real hero.” She stated, then sighed.

It wasn’t quite a lie, after all.

There were still times that Marinette felt like an impostor in her superhero suit: like she wasn’t the true hero that Paris needed; or that she was the worst Ladybug from all the heroes who held that miraculous before her. She loved being a hero, of course, but sometimes it was hard to carry all that weight— all the pressure and expectations that people had of her.

To her surprise, Chat Noir’s look towards her made a turn for the gentle. He shook his head. “No, you have the heart of a hero. That’s what Clara saw; not that you looked like her.” He paused, then wrinkled his nose. “Or she would’ve chosen Chloe; because she was wearing a wig and everything!”

Marinette giggled. Chat Noir took that as the incentive he needed to continue. “I chose you for this mission because I know how much of a hero you can be. Even Ladybug saw your potential; that’s why she gave you the Mouse Miraculous.”

Well, that wasn’t the true story; but it wasn’t like she could tell him the truth.

Besides, whatever the case: he was being sweet.

So instead, Marinette smiled and nodded. “Thanks, Chat.”

“No problem, Mari.” Chat Noir replied jokingly, then bowed.

“Well, if you’re all ready to go…” he started, before pausing after looking at her. “Wait. Your mask…?”

Oh, right.

Marinette scratched her head, immediately launching into a ramble. “Well… you see… the case is… the mask… it’s missing! … accidentally destroyed it … allergic reaction … my dog ate my mask? … I think …”

She must have listed all possible excuses in the book, with Chat Noir simply looking back at her in confusion. Once she finished, she took in a deep breath. “So, that’s why I can’t wear it.”

Chat Noir only stared in silence.

Was she caught? Did he find out the truth?

“Ladybug…”

Well, she was screwed.

“... didn’t say anything about having to wear the mask, so it’s probably fine!” Chat Noir beamed, blissfully unaware of the truth. “As long as you help me out!”

Marinette let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She was safe! (But then again: how naive could Chat Noir be? The person he claimed he loved was right in front of him— and he couldn’t recognize her because of one costume change? How thickheaded would someone have to be for that to be possible?)

“Okay, then.” He continued, offering his arm to her. “Shall we go?” He winked. “Milady?”

Now that was familiar.

Marinette smiled.

“After you, kitty.”

[bngtanah]

I’m (not) With The Band. | o3

summary: Adrienne is an indie producer who is hired to help co-produce BTS’ next album alongside their resident producer; Suga. Despite the initial opposition on both ends, the pair spend time together, share a few stories, dreams and aspirations and begin to hit it off really well. Wrapped up in the whirlwind of late nights and heated disagreements and reconciliations, Min Yoongi and Adrienne Rolle find themselves growing closer and closer. One night they decide to cross the barrier between personal and professional and do their best make a relationship work against all odds.

pairing: Min Yoongi  x Named OC

word count: 2.6k genre: drama, romance, smut(eventually)

chapters: prologue| o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8| o9| 10| 11|

warning: light angst, smut, fluff, workplace relationship, slow burn, sexual themes, ambw, enemies to friends to lovers, developing relationship

a/n: still a fool. still re-uploading.

"I already know the direction we should take, we have to continue the theme of youthfulness from our last album but I don't want to repeat the same kind of songs again because that would be boring. We still have to talk about youth but we can do it differently than our last album was hopeful in a way even though some of the songs seemed sad on the surface, underneath that there was still a feeling of hope and finding happiness in the sad parts of your youth. I think we should focus on the dichotomy of feeling sadness in moments that should seem happy, right?"

There were very few things Adrienne knew about Suga at this point; he was 23 years old; he had about four inches of height on her; he was from a place called Daegu and though he was mostly quiet, when he found a subject that he was interested in he talked about it.

A lot.

Adrienne slowly nodded once he finished his speech, feigning agreement but the blank look in her eyes made it clear that she did not understand any of what he'd just said. Well, that was an exaggeration; there were a few words she knew but there was no way to connect the dots and decipher what he meant when he moved on to the next sentence so quickly.

Yoongi exhaled deeply and buried his face in both of his hands, his latest fear happening right before his eyes. They had only been in the studio working (attempting to) for about four hours but the haggard look on both of their faces made it seem like they hadn't left the room in weeks.  

"You don't understand?" Yoongi asked through his hands.

"I don't understand," she repeated, "You talk a lot."

"How do you expect to make music with me if you can't under-" He stopped himself before he said something harsh and dropped his hands to his lap. Tired eyes looked over at the girl seated across from him and Yoongi honestly wondered how they would make it through the next few months without verbally attacking each other let alone creating a body of work that he could be proud of.

"Maybe you could play me something?" Adrienne asked in an attempt to get them on the same page.

"Fine," Yoongi agreed flatly as he swiveled in his chair and hit play on a song he had already started working on.

"I started working on this a few months ago,"

When the song started Adrienne's eyes closed like they always did when she wanted to immerse herself in a song. It was a simple melody, still in the early stages as far as she could tell and even though it was sweet to listen to Adrienne couldn't help but feel that an enormous part of it was missing. When the melody finished playing Yoongi looked at her expectedly, like Adrienne often looked at her sister when she required an outside opinion.

Adrienne's thoughts on the piece were a lot more complex than her limited Korean vocabulary allowed her to communicate and she knew saying it in English would get them nowhere since Namjoon wasn't around to translate for her. So instead of struggling through the painful process of trying to explain herself Adrienne replied with the only sentence she could think of that could succinctly express how she felt.

"I don't like it."

"... What?"

"I'm sorry, Suga. It's cute, but it's.... boring?" Adrienne nibbled on her bottom lip before speaking again "It's too heavy."

"It's not finished-" Yoongi argued.

"I get that but- um...." Adrienne's mind went blank as she completely forgot how to continue her thought in Korean.

She wanted to say that if the base melody is too simple and heavy, then it will make it harder to build something more complex and gentle around it in the long run. She wanted to say that but Andy only heard herself groan with annoyance and lean back deeper in the office chair.

She knew that trying to collaborate with someone she didn't share a language with would be hard but Adrienne never expected problems so early. 

Yoongi rested his elbows on the edge of the console, pressing his thumb against the center of his forehead and closed his eyes together tightly to keep himself together. He always preferred working alone for reasons just like this, there was no one around to judge his work before he was done with it.

He huffed and gave Adrienne a sideways glance then shrugged his shoulders and scooted forward, "What do you know, anyway?"

"I'm sorry?" Adrienne asked incredulously.

"You can't be any older than I am and I've never heard of you before this so why should I care if you don't like my music?"

Yoongi spoke slowly and with no energy, he wasn't even looking in Adrienne's direction by the time he was done insulting her. Which seemed to be a foolish idea because he may have stopped himself once he saw the agitated expression on Adrienne's face.

"I may not be someone famous but I wouldn't be here if I didn't know anything," She replied and pushed herself backward from the desk.

"Okay but-"

"Don't interrupt me," Andy said swiftly, holding her index finger out to her co-producer as she stood up.

"I have been making music since I've known what music is and I’ve worked with people who have more talent in their right butt cheek than you so if I say I don't like something, take that into consideration instead of becoming defensive like a child."  

She was speaking in a mixture of English and Korean at this point but Adrienne really didn't care if he understood her or not. All she wanted right now was to be away from Yoongi who was red in the face and looked like he wanted to respond with a few choice words of his own. Before he got the chance to Adrienne spun on her heels and headed for the door, keeping her neck stiff as she heard it slam behind her.

Adrienne was halfway down the hall and still fuming when she heard a screeching voice call her name from behind.

It was Namjoon; he was sweating and nearly out of breath for reasons Adrienne didn't really care to ask about, but he still smiled and asked if she was all right after jogging closer to her.

"I'm fine, I just... needed to take a walk," She sighed and glanced at the ground.

"Oh. I was just about to go to the convenience store for water, I can walk with you."

Adrienne nodded, and they began making their way out of the BigHit building.

"So how are you enjoying Korea? Homesick yet?" Namjoon asked once they were outside, and he began walking toward the nearest convenience store.

"It's okay," Adrienne smiled "I miss my sister, but I didn't really have much else to miss. My apartment here is bigger than the room I had back home, even though the language is so difficult I'm enjoying the challenge. The only I'm not looking forward to is winter, I don't think I own any winter clothing."

"It doesn't get cold in your country?"

"Not really, the lowest it might go is like 52 but that's not enough to snow. Other than that it's pretty much summer year round."

"Really....Where are you from? If you don't mind me asking because your English sounds a little..."

"Weird?" Adrienne finished his sentence for him and they both laughed while Namjoon nodded and buried his head into his palm.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," Adrienne answered with a smile "It's a country made up of islands that are actually pretty close to America. I still have an accent so that's probably why my English sounds so weird to you." Adrienne stressed the word weird and Namjoon croaked with embarrassment again.

"I didn't want to say weird!" He cried with his head thrown back and eyes closed.

"I'm only kidding," Adrienne grinned and tapped him on the arm "Now I have a question for you."

"Hmm?"

"Why are you so sweaty?"

"Dance Practice, we already have our title track and the choreographer is making us run through a possible routine for it."

"Have y'all been practicing since we got here?"

Namjoon nodded and ran his hand through the front of his hair, still damp with sweat "It's only been a few hours, we usually practice for longer but the routine isn't finished, and we can't do much without Yoongi-hyung in the formation."

Adrienne grumbled at the mention of Yoongi's name and the weird noise made Namjoon look down at her and raise an eyebrow. She was shorter than he was so it was difficult to see her entire face from this angle but he could tell there was something bugging her even if she said she was 'fine'. He chose not to bring any attention to it, though and allowed her to continue talking and asking questions about their practice hours and schedule while they milled around the convenience store and ended up buying a lot more than just water for the group. It wasn't until Yoongi's name came up again on the walk back and Namjoon could clearly see Adrienne roll her eyes that he decided to ask about it.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Adrienne paused and nodded quickly but soon stopped nodding and sighed. 

"I'm not okay," Andy answered and paused for a second to collect her thoughts "What's wrong with your bandmate?"

"Who? Yoongi-hyung?"

"Yes, I don't want to be dramatic but I feel like he doesn't like me. Which is weird because I'm very likable?"

Namjoon snickered at her blunt answer and looked forward.

“Well, Yoongi is a little... difficult to get close to if you don't know him. He's blunt and direct and sometimes that can seem cold but he's not nearly as mean as he pretends to be.” He chuckled softly and shook his head, looking over at Adrienne. “Just be patient with him, he usually works alone and I don't think he's happy having to share half of his work with someone else.”

Adrienne nodded, genuinely taking to heart Namjoon's advice. He knew Suga much better than she did so it only made sense that he would know how to get along with him. Perhaps if she took his advice they might even become friends? Adrienne may have been getting ahead of herself but it couldn't hurt to dream.

By the time they returned to the studio Yoongi was no longer stationed at the computer desk pressing keys, instead he had joined the rest of his members in the dance studio while they waited for Namjoon to return. All six heads swiveled towards the door when it swung open and Andy and Namjoon began walking in with both of their arms full of snacks and bottles of water. The younger members and Jin smiled with affection when they saw Andy trailing behind their leader but Yoongi's lips fell into a flat line and his attention returned to his laptop on his lap.

"Are you guys hungry?" Adrienne asked sweetly once she was close enough and immediately regretted her choice of words. The group swarmed her and Namjoon in an instant and a flurry of hands appeared from every direction to grab the items out of their arms while they (mostly Namjoon) yelled for everyone to calm down. 

Adrienne laughed as they all eventually just pooled the snacks and drinks between them and sat down in a circle in the middle of the practice room. She thought about joining them, the comradery and pleasant conversation appealed to her but the sight of Yoongi sitting against the mirror made her do something else. Silently Adrienne prayed for patience, blindly grabbed a few bags and bottles from the pile and headed over to where Yoongi sat.

"Can we talk?" She asked, not bothering to start with awkward small talk.

Yoongi looked up for a moment then went back to his laptop.

"Why?"

"Because I have something I want to say to you," Adrienne answered through gritted teeth.

"You can't say it here?"

"Oh my god, will you stop being so stubborn and come with me?"

Adrienne's voice was strained and firm but she managed not to yell and make it too obvious that there was tension between them. 

Yoongi sighed and closed his laptop, groaning as he got up and motioned for Adrienne to lead the way; which she did. Silently they left the noise of the practice room and made their way back to the studio they were previously sitting in. Once inside Adrienne closed the door behind them and Yoongi took a seat on the couch and placed his laptop on his knees. He eyed Adrienne with a questionable gaze when she grabbed one of the office chairs, set it in front of him and sat down with her legs crossed underneath her.

"I have snacks," She said after they shared a short staring contest, each one daring the other to speak first, and tossed him one of the plastic bags which he allowed to land on his stomach and gently fall to his lap, still silent.

“Okay, look I will not apologize for what I said because I don't think I was wrong but I will apologize for saying that you weren’t talented... I didn’t mean that.” Her words were timid and careful as she spoke and attempted to relay all of her thoughts. “I've been told that you might not be used to having to work with a partner which I can understand. I've never worked with anyone like this before either but, at least, I like people. You and I don't seem to share that trait.”

Yoongi raised and eyebrow with her last sentence, his curiosity piqued, "Who told you that?"

"Doesn't matter just listen."

Adrienne wanted to get all the words out before she no longer knew what to say. "I don't think we have to be best friends to make music but we will get nowhere if we don't, at the very least, understand each other. The language thing will be a problem for a while but we don't have to speak the same language to get along. This might be my fault, I get overly familiar with people and treat them like we're already friends so I think we should start over."

Yoongi tilted his head to the side and pouted his lips just slightly, clearly confused and Adrienne kept her comment about how puppy-like he looked doing that to herself.

"Like this," She said before clearing her throat. "Hello! My name is Andy Rolle I'm going to be your new co-producer. I hope we can make wonderful music together, I feel like we can learn a lot together!"

Adrienne followed her words with a playful bow by inclining her upper body forward and then extended her right hand towards Yoongi who looked at her like she was mental.

This was silly, and Yoongi knew that but he couldn't help but admire her for making an effort, even if that effort was lame and cringe-worthy it was moderately charming. 

"Nice to meet you," he replied after a moment of contemplation, the faintest hint of a smile hiding on his lips, "I am a rapper for Bangtan Sonyeondan, producer, genius. Min Yoongi."

Adrienne smiled and stifled a giggle that bubbled up in her chest.

"Nice to finally meet you, Yoongi."

"Hm. I think you should call me Yoongi-oppa, don't start off being disrespectful."

"You don't know how old I am!"

[the-darklings]

home is wherever i’m with you;

pairing: connor x reader

drabble prompt: [o7/11]: connor + comfort

word count: 729

a/n: I’ve had a pretty terrible few weeks. I know some of you guys have as well. So this is pure, shameless fluff we all deserve and need. Thank you @wer-if-est-er-ia for providing me with the perfect prompt. Hope you guys enjoy.   

previous drabbles: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

— — —

Your window was a gateway to the universe.

Tiny beads of rain trailing down the clear, cold surface were stars falling down in your lap as you stared up at them in wonder. With your arms wrapped around yourself, you felt the heaviness of the day sink into you with painful finality.

“I’m home,” a voice called with a click of the front door opening, “Hank wants to know if we can still make it to dinner tomorrow. Said Sumo misses you. He also gave me a lengthy lecture about making myself more...emotionally available.”

You didn’t even have the energy to smile at something that would have usually made you laugh. “How many swear words did he use to get his point across?”

You heard him shuffling around the apartment, a rhythm and precision to all his movements that were starting to become achingly familiar.

It was nice to have him in your space. It was nice to wake up with his fingers tracing your skin, and his lips slow and searching each morning. Often so unsure but always eager to learn.

You could hear the smile in his voice when he answered, “Too many,” he voiced, his footsteps approaching your resting place. “How was your—(Name)?”

He appeared in your line of sight, and it still startled you sometimes, seeing him here. Seeing him look so human, so beautiful, and alive—

He was worried though.

You could tell by the way the casualness slid off him suddenly, how his entire demeanour sharpened immediately upon seeing you, his eyes flickering over your features hurriedly.

“(Name),” he called again, something heavier in his voice. His fingers searched for yours, cautiously entwining as he knelt before you.

“I’m okay,” you told him, swallowing the lie, “Stuff just...gets to you sometimes. Stress and worries, and life. It’s okay, don’t worry about me.”

His thumb ran over your knuckles carefully, his brows so deeply furrowed it made him look almost angry, “I do not like it when you’re sad,” he remarked heavily, “It makes me feel...uncomfortable. Don’t be sad,” he commanded almost petulantly, his fingers tightening around yours for a moment.     

You smiled weakly at him, “It doesn’t work that way, sweetheart.”

His gaze was focused on your interlocked fingers intently, his expression troubled, “I wish I could take all of you sadness away,” he told you soberly, before lifting your hand and brushing his lips against your knuckles delicately.

He was upset, you realised with a start, your lips parting in surprise, “Oh Connor, everyone has bad days, it doesn’t mean that good days don’t follow them.”

Sliding from your seat, you knelt before him, gently bumping your forehead with his as you gave him a wan smile.

“I wish—I want to help you,” he confessed, a shakiness to his voice that was quickly becoming a telltale sign of him being overwhelmed. Just part of humanity and all the messy, messy emotions that came with it. Connor felt everything so deeply that sometimes you couldn't help but to think he was more human than most humans were. “You always help me, but I cannot—”

“Shhh. You do help me,” you muttered lightly. “You’re with me right now. That’s enough.”

He leaned back, gaze serious as he timidly reached for your face, fingers tracing an invisible smile, “Nothing will ever happen to you (Name). You have my word.”

You did not expect him to wrap his arms unsurely around you, touch awkward and restrained, but so very warm that it made you sag against him involuntarily.

There was such simple comfort to be found in a hug from someone you loved. Feeling of soothing warmth that was capable of wiping every bad thing from your head for at least a little while.

“I—I love you,” he whispered gently against your ear, voice cracking.

Your heart gave a little jolt, still unused to hearing him say it. He rarely did because he found it hard to voice everything he felt even now.

But when he did—

God, when he did.

It was like dying and being born again. Exactly like every stupid, cliched story you’ve ever read told you it would be like.

You curled into him, voice strained as you told him, “I love you too Connor.”

And with those words, you made him into your home, shelter, and your entire life too.

— — —

an: If you guys ever need anyone to talk to you can always message me. Keep on smiling my lovelies. ❤️

[verdigrisprowl]

Mar 5 Dancitron Movie Night - A cat documentary and a spider documentary

Swoop tried to make Tarantulas and Bob have a table-eating contest, and punched Tarantulas hen he refused. Laserbeak came down and laid down the law. It was, Prowl thinks, about damn time.

The spider documentary was very rude about how it described spiders. Calling them freaks and monsters. Hmph.

Shocky 7:43 pm hallo all! ItsyBitsySpyers 7:43 pm *Soundwave has a lapful of Ravage and is presently sitting with his pedes up. Snacks are out, seats are arranged, etc.* Aegis 7:43 pm *Aegis is always a slut for documentaries* Smokescreen 7:43 pm /He's coming in, but is making a point of sitting on the opposite end from Soundwave- hopefully near the snacks?/ ItsyBitsySpyers 7:44 pm *Soundwave nods to those coming in and watches Smokescreen suspiciously.* Bevel 7:45 pm *arrives and watches the video playing from near the door for a little bit instead of doing anything constructive. like sitting* Jazz 7:46 pm Was that Astrotrain? Who knew he had it in him. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:46 pm [[It was. You'll see stranger y--]] *NOOO. Primus. Where's Prowl. Where's ANYONE.* [[Stranger yet.]] Aegis 7:46 pm Pretty much anyone can have that in them as long as there's enough engex or shanix on the line ItsyBitsySpyers 7:47 pm [[Speak for yourself.]] Smokescreen 7:47 pm /He's avoiding face contact with Soundwave, making a point to stuff his face/ Jazz 7:47 pm I'm diggin' the--uh. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:48 pm [[Owning a nightclub has its benefits.]] Bevel 7:48 pm *giggles* Jazz 7:48 pm *he was gonna say he was digging Bee and Cliffjumper's choreography* Shocky 7:48 pm ((having troubles staying connected here, is it just me?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:49 pm [[He has other Autobots somewhere in here. Do not worry.]]

((if you are having trouble staying connected i suggest resetting)) Shocky 7:49 pm ((did a second ago, it's better now)) Jazz 7:49 pm Eesh. Does Starscream know what that lighting is doing to his paint job? Not that he's much to look at in the first place, but that was hideous. Smokescreen 7:53 pm ... Wait wait what is smokescreen.exe Bob 7:54 pm HELLO. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm [[We can't all be paragons of -- damn it. Flobsters again.]] Bob 7:54 pm *looks around* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm ((hold on y'all it's froze on my end)) Bob 7:54 pm *....does nooooot see the Swooping friend yet. Hrm.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:55 pm [[Greetings, Bob.]] Jazz 7:55 pm [[ oy wily i got u a starter ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 7:56 pm ((10-15 minute warning, y'all get your food and stuff)) Aegis 7:58 pm ((Oooh I love this song)) Specs 7:58 pm *the dragon WAS coming in with a cart piled high with goodies, from silver and mercury drops to rust sticks to energon cookies, but she's had to stop to avoid dancing. what a catchy song!* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:58 pm *Isn't it? One of his feelers is twitching back and forth a bit.* Specs 7:59 pm *okay. NOW she can get to piling things on the table. delicious, delicious, treats* ((PFHAHAHAHAHA of course it's rumble and frenzy for this one)) Bob 8:00 pm ((Oop, I saw Jazz. Grazie o7 Jazz 8:00 pm [[ o7 ]] Bob 8:00 pm !!! IT IS THE FRUMBLE AND RENZIE WAIT ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm //Kinda mixed up, ain't ya?// Jazz 8:00 pm *laughs* Bob 8:00 pm THE FRENZY AND THE RUMBLE ItsyBitsySpyers 8:01 pm \\BETTER, BUGBUTT.\\ Bob 8:01 pm I AM BOB =I Jazz 8:01 pm Frumble and Renzie. I love it. Smokescreen 8:01 pm BOB I heard it was your birthday earlier! Happy Bobday! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:01 pm //You would.// Bob 8:01 pm !!! IT WAS I HAVE TURNED FIVE OF THE YEARS. THANK YOU! *chitters* Jazz 8:01 pm Got a problem, Frumble? Aegis 8:02 pm *Oh no, Bob is a cute* Magnum Ace 8:02 pm -pings Soundwave for entrance. Movie night, yes?- Prowl 8:03 pm *appea—ghhghgk the bug is here tonight.* Bob 8:03 pm *WAVES AT PROWL* Prowl 8:03 pm *DISAPPEARS* Bob 8:03 pm *Drops a hand in confusion* I THINK HE MUST HAVE FORGOTTEN THE SNACKS Jazz 8:03 pm [[ DANCING SOUNDWAVE ]] Bob 8:03 pm THAT IS OK. WE WILL WAIT Jazz 8:03 pm [[ my only weakness ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm [[Ah, that's right. One moment.]] *Fishes around in his subspace and eventually finds a small box of energon candies. Slides it over to Bob.* [[From Zori, for your creation day.]]

*Looks up and tilts helm. Well. He supposes that's that for his rescue chances tonight.* Bob 8:04 pm !!! THANK YOU. PLEASE TELL THE ZORI FRIEND THANK YOU. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:04 pm ((dancing soundwave is my big weakness man)) Bob 8:04 pm *cronches* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:04 pm [[He will.]] Prowl 8:04 pm *reappears at an angle from which Soundwave can mostly shield him from Bob's view.* Tarantulas 8:05 pm (( this is so fuckin. chill-ass soundwave and his lowkey moves ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm *Aha. So that's what he's up to.*

//We ain't got a problem if you don't.// Specs 8:05 pm *the dragon is staring, enraptured. she might be about to drop a plate of energon cookies on her head if she doesn't pay attention* Jazz 8:05 pm [[ look how many dancing soundwaves are in the recommended videos it's a smorgasbord ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm [[Dragon. Dragon, your plate--]] Specs 8:06 pm Oh-! *CLONK* *...now she gets to clean up the floor. yay.* Smokescreen 8:06 pm It's always weird seeing Soundwaves that can dance well Bob 8:06 pm *swaying to the music* Tarantulas 8:07 pm (( HE'S DOIN THE ROBOT Jazz 8:07 pm Heh. I bet he could manage if he just loosened up a little. Most bots can! Bob 8:07 pm SMOKING SCREEN FRIEND. DO YOU NOT HAVE THE DANCE PARTIES AT YOUR HOME? Prowl 8:07 pm *check out these fools doubting Soundwave's dancing abilities.* Magnum Ace 8:07 pm ((dancing 'wave! Bob 8:08 pm AT THE ARK HOME THE JAZZ FRIEND AND THE BLASTER FRIEND ARE GOOD AT THE DANCING Smokescreen 8:08 pm WAIT I can dance really well! I've had that kinda thing. Specs 8:08 pm *even the dragon knows that Soundwave is the best dancer* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm *And now one just for him....* Jazz 8:08 pm We sure do~ Ayy! Get it, Prowl! Prowl 8:09 pm My bumper can't do that. Aegis 8:09 pm Have you tried? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm [[Perhaps they've gotten a modification?]] ((FIVE MINUTE WARNING)) Prowl 8:09 pm I know I can't for the same reason that I know I can't bend my arm between my elbow and my wrist: because there aren't moving parts that allow that motion. I don't need to try. Smokescreen 8:10 pm Oh! Those bots are kinda cute in a boxyverse way. Specs 8:10 pm *okay. floor is clean. contaminated cookies are placed in the cart to be dealt with later. everything else is on the table. she's getting a couch and rubbing her bruised skull.* Bob 8:10 pm CONSTRUCTING BUILDER BOTS Twincast 8:10 pm ((oh, that explains why there was two of me. I somehow had this open twice Prowl 8:11 pm *gaze quietly rivets on scrapper.* Bob 8:11 pm *SWOOP SENSES ARE TINGLING Swoop 8:11 pm *IS A SWOOP* Tarantulas 8:11 pm *if only tarantulas had been here to see that prowl mmd, alas. he's here now though! and trying to sit next to prowl, should it be allowed* Bob 8:11 pm *LOPES TOWARD SWOOP *Skiiiiiids Magnum Ace 8:12 pm ((BAY! Swoop 8:12 pm *dashes over to Bob, clean and clearly ruffled about it* LOOK! Bob 8:12 pm I AM LOOKING WHAT AM I LOOKING AT Smokescreen 8:12 pm /Smokescreen's going to sit near Swoop- that should be far enough from Soundwave while not lonely!/ Swoop 8:12 pm Me Swoop have to BATH :V Jazz 8:12 pm *oh right, sitting. Jazz should probably take a seat at some point.* Bob 8:12 pm WHY? Swoop 8:12 pm DON'T KNOW Twincast 8:13 pm *slides in and takes a seat* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm ((WARNINGS: Cats, cats, cats, followed by spiders, spiders, spiders. Unfortunately, the latter has some fearmongering and unpleasant language. And, as these are documentaries, animal death.)) Swoop 8:13 pm ((is Tarantulas in Dancitron?)) Jazz 8:13 pm *he's in the mood for slinging his feet up on a table but alas, he'd probably fall over if he tried to do that here* *tables too high* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm *He could always move a shorter furniture over.* Bob 8:14 pm MEOW FRIENDS Swoop 8:14 pm *notices a thing for once - namely that things are quieting down like they do pre-movies - and YELLS for Soundwave* THIS movie is BOB movie?? Tarantulas 8:14 pm (( tarantulas is indeed, currently aiming for a prowl. i'm so scared swoop ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm [[Quiet, Swoop. You are indoors and do not need to shout.]] *Vent.* [[Yes. This is.]] Specs 8:14 pm ((I should take a video of princess nugget walking back and forth across my keyboard)) Bob 8:14 pm YAY! Prowl 8:15 pm *it won't be UNallowed, but Prowl's not inviting Tarantulas onto the seat.* Bob 8:15 pm *Antennas flick up Jazz 8:15 pm *he will content himself with slouching all over a couch* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm *Ravage sits up on Soundwave's lap and curls his tail around his legs, now completely riveted to the screen. Anyone who wants drinks is gonna have to get them themselves.* Aegis 8:15 pm *Makes himself comfortable with some oil cakes he brought* Bob 8:15 pm *Is that the Tarantulas friend? Swoop 8:15 pm *snickers at Soundwave then perks up when he sees Bob perk up* Tarantulas 8:15 pm *yes pls, tarantulas is taking that seat, tho he's not risking getting too close jic* Bob 8:15 pm *IT IS THE TARANTULAS FRIEND Swoop 8:15 pm *is unclear what we are excited about but is excited* Bob 8:16 pm *clarifies* IT IS THE TARANTULAS FRIEND Tarantulas 8:16 pm *hears his name. oh no* Swoop 8:16 pm *nods and points* Spider bot Bob 8:16 pm *LOPES OFF* Prowl 8:16 pm *probably safe. Prowl tenses up slightly just at Tarantulas's proximity. Swoop 8:16 pm *cackles and scampers after Bob* Aegis 8:16 pm *Looks over at Bob curiously before payin attention to the screen again* Bob 8:16 pm HI! HI HI HI HI HI Swoop 8:17 pm *JUMPS up on Bob's back/shoulders to peer at Tara* HI ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm ((is bob approaching spide)) Bob 8:17 pm ((yis)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm *Soundwave tenses and curls his fingers into Prowl's hip. He'll bridge them away if they come any closer.* Bob 8:17 pm YOU HAVE MADE IT TO THE NIGHT OF MOVIES! YOU HAVE MISSED THE DANCING. DID YOU BRING THE SNACKS? Swoop 8:18 pm Him Bob eat LOTS AND LOTS of snacks! Prowl 8:18 pm *no need, prowl's noticed him. guess who just vanished and reappeared on the other side of the room.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm *And now Soundwave's squeezing the air. Well then.* Smokescreen 8:18 pm /Waving at Tarantulas- though he's not coming close this time. He's heeding Knock Out's warning from earlier/ Tarantulas 8:18 pm I - was I supposed to bring snacks? *very startled by all this* Prowl 8:18 pm *... NOT the other side of the room with Smokescreen. the other other side.* Bob 8:18 pm IT IS OK. I CAN SHARE MINE IF YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY Smokescreen 8:19 pm /Many many sided room/ Swoop 8:19 pm Bob have Him SIDESWIPE snacks : > Twincast 8:19 pm *indeed* Bob 8:19 pm *skids to a stop in the spiders space and flops* THE SECONDARY CARETAKER MADE BIRTHDAY SNACKS. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm =Worshiped.= Slow blink. =As it should be, no?= Ravage chuckles quietly. Swoop 8:19 pm Bob is FIVE!!! Tarantulas 8:19 pm Oh but those are for /you/, Bob. Bob 8:20 pm THE SHARING IS THE CARING Aegis 8:20 pm *Oh no he's adorable* Specs 8:20 pm *the dragon looks slightly surprised at the siamese cats which occasionally appear on the screen- they've got pointed coats just like she does.* Swoop 8:20 pm ((is tara on a couch or a chair?)) Tarantulas 8:21 pm (( couch! with a very obvious empty space between him and soundwave Swoop 8:21 pm *hops off Bob and onto the back of the couch next to Tara's shoulder to perch* Smokescreen 8:21 pm ... /Is there's some empty space, he's sitting a little closer to Tarantulas, though not on Soundwave's side./ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm *Looks down at Ravage. Looks across the way at Prowl. Looks down again. ... He'll stay here a little longer. He'd hate to move his deployer right now.* Specs 8:22 pm ((speaking of catness, her royal nugget has decided that she is more important than the documentary and is chewing on my hands as I type. I love my goblin daughter.)) Twincast 8:22 pm ((give her a smooch)) Tarantulas 8:22 pm *is being surrounded, looks toward sw and prowl in dismay. ah well. he'll succumb to his fate* Bob 8:22 pm *Scooches closer to the couch, a big ol' spiny, lump* Specs 8:22 pm ((of course)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm =Superior form.= Tarantulas 8:22 pm What sort of treats are they, Bob? Bob 8:23 pm *From the floor Bob slowly lifts a party hat and gives it to Tarantulas* Aegis 8:23 pm *There's a soft clicking as Aegis commits some of these images to memory to go over in detail later* Bob 8:23 pm THE ARE THE SNACKS OF SILVER. AND THE SNACKS THAT LOOK LIKE THE CRYSTALS BUT ARE NOT. AND THERE IS THE CAKE. .....I DO NOT THINK YOU CAN EAT THE SUGAR. Smokescreen 8:23 pm ... /He's going to ping Messy- he wants to ask something, but Messy also seems kinda preoccupied!/ Tarantulas 8:23 pm *...takes the hat gingerly, doesn't wear it* Swoop 8:23 pm *pats Tara* Him Bob eats EVERYTHING! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm =It's hideous.= Tarantulas 8:25 pm I suppose that's one thing he and I have nearly in common. *to bob* ...What KIND of cake? Swoop 8:25 pm :V Smokescreen 8:26 pm I want a cat house but me-sized ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *So bright and colorful. How are they meant to hide from anyone like that. Ugh. Humans.* Swoop 8:26 pm You Spiderbot and BOB do eat contest!!! Specs 8:26 pm The space elevators are built somewhat like that, although I must say that the aesthetics are vastly more sensible. Magnum Ace 8:26 pm ((holy shit dude Tarantulas 8:26 pm E-eating contest? Oh Primus. Swoop 8:26 pm yeAHH Smokescreen 8:26 pm Man- this kinda place is like what I wish my suite could look like though Bob 8:27 pm IT IS FUNFETTI Tarantulas 8:27 pm *pings smokey back with a sort of "sorry hold on" signal* Bob 8:27 pm EAT CONTEST SOUNDS FUN Prowl 8:27 pm *prowl's following this documentary as best as he can* Bob 8:27 pm *wait* Smokescreen 8:27 pm ((I've had my sound muted adszxcbmnxvc what's been going on in the documentary Bob 8:27 pm CAN YOU ALSO EAT ALL OF THE THINGS? LIKE THE SHEET METAL AND THE TREES? Prowl 8:27 pm *he's wondering when and if they're going to explain how you're supposed to be able to tell that all these cats are indeed cats, and not, say, dogs* Tarantulas 8:28 pm I - trees? ...Technically yes. Swoop 8:28 pm DO it Smokescreen 8:28 pm d Tarantulas 8:28 pm *this is sounding extremely dangerous* Smokescreen 8:28 pm did they just how can they just catch mice like that that's amazing ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm *Soundwave gives Ravage a fond scratch between the shoulders.*

*Prowl could always ask... after all, at least one of the two is here on Soundwave's lap.* Magnum Ace 8:29 pm ((not sure if Ace is in the room or not... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm ((did i miss a bridge request? consider him having gotten one)) Prowl 8:29 pm ((lesbian cats)) Tarantulas 8:29 pm (( omgg Specs 8:29 pm *gapes a grin at smokescreen* Give me a skitterstalk and five minutes and I can do a similar trick. I'm sure Ravage would do it more superiorly, though. Swoop 8:29 pm Bob! Bob! What BIGGEST thing You eat?? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm =Naturally.= Smokescreen 8:29 pm so many cats man weird me would love this Magnum Ace 8:29 pm ((m'kay! Aegis 8:29 pm Weird you? Smokescreen 8:30 pm From the weirdverse. You know- red eyes me. Bob 8:30 pm BIGGEST? I HAVE EATEN A TABLE Swoop 8:30 pm *arms up in the air* BIGGEST Bob 8:30 pm IT WAS FOR THE CONFERENCES Magnum Ace 8:30 pm -don't mind him, he's up on the table again- Bob 8:30 pm THE RED ALERT FRIEND WAS NOT HAPPY. Tarantulas 8:30 pm Slow down, slow down, *lowkey panic* Bob 8:30 pm BUT THE FRIEND OF THE IRONHIDES WAS/ Swoop 8:30 pm You Spiderbot eat a table :V Bob 8:31 pm FOR HE DID NOT HAVE TO GO TO THE MEETING THINGS Aegis 8:31 pm Bob... why would you eat a table? Specs 8:31 pm ((pfff, I think that was bad green-screening there)) Bob 8:31 pm IT WAS THERE? Aegis 8:31 pm ..... Bob 8:31 pm I DID NOT KNOW IT WAS NOT FOR EATING Tarantulas 8:31 pm Why in the WORLD should I eat a TABLE. Swoop 8:31 pm BOB eat a table 😆 ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm [[Please, do not eat the furniture.]] Swoop 8:31 pm Not HERE table : > Aegis 8:31 pm *Looks a little stunned and rubs at his temples* Bob 8:31 pm I WILL NOT. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm *Ravage makes that face a lot when mechs come in for movie nights.* Smokescreen 8:32 pm You're supposed to eat one table! A nutrition table Magnum Ace 8:32 pm -wait. He ate a table? Should he move?- Smokescreen 8:32 pm ... primus I wish I were that cat Bob 8:32 pm !!! WHERE DOES ONE FIND A NUTRITION TABLE? WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE? Tarantulas 8:33 pm *face in his hands* Smokescreen 8:33 pm Uhhh In energon! Bob 8:33 pm *expectant* ??? Swoop 8:33 pm You Spiderbot want to beat Bob at EATING, you have to eat table. It the rule Smokescreen 8:33 pm If you drink enough energon you'll find it Bob 8:33 pm *looks around* *looks for energon Aegis 8:33 pm *Looking at Smokescreen in disapproval* Tarantulas 8:34 pm I never said I wanted to beat Bob at anything. I concede defeat. Bob 8:34 pm ...THERE ARE TABLES IN ENERGON???? Smokescreen 8:34 pm Sometimes! Just drink a little every now and then and you'll find one. Swoop 8:34 pm You Spiderbot not eat anything. That bad contest. Bob 8:34 pm I WILL LOOK Specs 8:34 pm *the dragon blinks* Seal point? *looks down at herself* Seal point? *why is this named. why. she is just dragon colored.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm *Ravage lets out the ghastliest 'meow' before collapsing onto Soundwave's lap and rumbling in amusement.*

[[She has no idea what she is doing.]] Tarantulas 8:35 pm I was under the impression that the rules of the eating contest involved mostly SNACKS. Tables would constitute a MEAL. Swoop 8:36 pm Um. Dunno! Me Swoop never eating contest Prowl 8:37 pm *well. prowl's not getting his seat back any time soon. where's jazz, maybe prowl can sit with him.* Jazz 8:37 pm *jazz is lounging* *Prowl is more than welcome to join him* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm =Hmph.= Swoop 8:37 pm *sliiides off the back of the sofa to smush himself between Tarantulas and the arm of the couch* Tarantulas 8:38 pm *sorry prowl, tarantulas desperately DID want to sit with you* *he didn't know he had an entourage* Prowl 8:38 pm *will head that way.* Is this seat taken? *gestures at the space nearest lounging jazz.* Aegis 8:38 pm *Is very comfortable sitting on the floor off to the side somewhat* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm *...That's not quite how he wanted to be safeguarded tonight, but he supposes he'll take it.* Jazz 8:39 pm Nahh. Not for you, my friend. Tarantulas 8:39 pm I'm not eating a table. But, if permitted, I will take some cake. Prowl 8:39 pm Thank you. *sits.* Swoop 8:39 pm *sits with his legs pulled up so he is smushed into the couch (and tara) like the giggling wiggle that he is* Bob have lot of snack : > Tarantulas 8:40 pm *puts up with the wiggle. we'll see for how long* Prowl 8:40 pm (("info from the paws goes to the brain as instantly as electricity" uh yeah it's based on electricity that's how nerves work it isn't a cat thing)) Smokescreen 8:40 pm cats are electric i wish I was that white cat everyone just Specs 8:41 pm ...Smokescreen. Too much information. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[Agreed.]] Swoop 8:41 pm *was too busy being a wiggle to pay attention to the screen and Tara should be thankful about that* Smokescreen 8:41 pm wait what I just saw the cat being groomed and stuff Magnum Ace 8:41 pm ....... Smokescreen 8:41 pm ....... Bob 8:41 pm CATS ARE A LIQUID Swoop 8:41 pm Him Bob have lot of teeth. You Spiderbot lot of teeth? :V Smokescreen 8:42 pm was that cat uh Magnum Ace 8:42 pm -even HE got it- Bob 8:42 pm THE CARLY FRIEND SAID SO *Settles at Tarantulas' peds to watch kitties* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm =What does Carly know.= Swoop 8:43 pm *puts his feetsies on Bob* Tarantulas 8:43 pm Why all the questions, Swoop? *exasperated* Swoop 8:43 pm Cause : > Tarantulas 8:44 pm This - this is MOVIE night. We're here to watch movies and ask questions about the movies. Not the viewers. *is trying to logic the dino. knows it probably won't work* Swoop 8:44 pm *leans his head on Tara and grins up at him* NAAAHHH ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *Guess what he is.* Aegis 8:45 pm ...they have to Shockwave Syndrome the cats? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm [[...Shockwave Syndrome? What is...?]] Specs 8:46 pm ((and, of course, personality has something to do with that too. heaven knows that princess potbelly didn't necessarily get cuddled 24/7, but she's gotta be the princess at all times)) ((I say as I smooch her head for the 37th time)) Tarantulas 8:46 pm *at least bob is being reasonable and sitting mostly quietly. he gets a pat on the helm for that* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm ((heehee)) Aegis 8:47 pm It's when someone being held by another is conditioned to enjoy and empathize with the one that's holding them hostage. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm [[...Then why in Primus' name is it named after Shockwave?]] Swoop 8:47 pm :V ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm *Has few illusions about his other companion.* Magnum Ace 8:47 pm Stockholm, not Shockwave Aegis 8:47 pm Be... cause it's happened with him? Swoop 8:47 pm You Spiderbot pat Swoop Smokescreen 8:47 pm ... Wait Shockwave got held hostage or Prowl 8:48 pm *certainly hasn't been caused by or done to any Shockwave Prowl's ever met.* Tarantulas 8:48 pm *sighs, pats swoop* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm [[You must know a far more sociable Shockwave.]] Swoop 8:48 pm : > Bob 8:48 pm =< MAY I HAVE THE PATS? Aegis 8:48 pm Possibly? Specs 8:48 pm ((oh! Norwegian forest cats have a rare gene that turns their melanin into phaeomelanin)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm ((what is phaeomelanin?)) Specs 8:48 pm ((which is the black pigment to the red pigment for those of us who DON'T spend midnight on Pubmed)) Tarantulas 8:49 pm You - I - *of course bob, more defeated pats for you* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm *Ravage HISSES at the screen.* Smokescreen 8:49 pm ... Messy, you doing okay? /Reaching to getnly pat the fuzz/ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm =They are not OBJECTS.= Swoop 8:49 pm *bounces* Me Swoop want pat again : > Smokescreen 8:49 pm ... I wanna be this fluffy Bob 8:49 pm *clearly the solution is to pat both of them* Specs 8:49 pm Why are their faces so FLAT? Smokescreen 8:49 pm They're from my universe! Aegis 8:49 pm inbreeding possibly? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm =Vile human adjustments.= Smokescreen 8:50 pm /Pointing to his own face/ Aegis 8:50 pm *Gestures towards Ravage* What he said. Specs 8:50 pm Lovely. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm *Still sneering.* =Interference with perfection.= Specs 8:50 pm Oh, that one is just about as fluffy as I am! *poofy dragon is poofy* Tarantulas 8:50 pm *is pet by smokescreen, is petting swoop and bob. what is his life even* Swoop 8:51 pm *leeeeans into the pets and chirps* Tarantulas 8:51 pm I'm - beseiged, is what I am. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm [[You seem to be doing well enough despite that.]] Bob 8:51 pm *plating shuffles* Smokescreen 8:51 pm ... Should I give you some space? /Still, petpetpet/ Smokescreen 8:51 pm And- can I ask you something? Tarantulas 8:51 pm You may as well. *he's trapped anyhow* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm *He remembers being one of those. It was a relatively pleasant experience despite the meat shell.* Specs 8:52 pm It is creeping me out that the siamese cat is the same pattern as my species. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm =Claw her face.= Specs 8:52 pm ((nugget is VERY smart and VERY sweet and I love her very much)) ...That human needs a hand removed. Prowl 8:52 pm ((that poor cat getting slung all over lol)) Aegis 8:52 pm Agreed Swoop 8:52 pm Spiderbot Twincast 8:52 pm ((poor squoosh face :c ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm *hisssss.* Bevel 8:53 pm ((where's my greasy chicken cats? I need more of them in my life Smokescreen 8:53 pm I want to be held like that Bob 8:53 pm *Coooooos* *Lil' baby kitties <3* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm //HAHA!// Smokescreen 8:53 pm This time sending a private comm to Tarantulas. ::Do you think Soundwave could frag with someone's mind?:: MROW Bevel 8:53 pm ((yesssssss greasy chicken cats Prowl 8:53 pm ((goblins)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm //What a wrinkly baldy.// Specs 8:53 pm AUGH. *the dragon shoves her face under her tail* Why is it naked? Swoop 8:54 pm Spiderbot ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm //You look like that under yer armor, Rav?// ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm *Rumble receives a growl.* Swoop 8:54 pm Spiderbot Bevel 8:54 pm ((*collects all the wrinkly goblins and goblets to himself* Tarantulas 8:54 pm Swoop? Swoop 8:54 pm Eat a table Smokescreen 8:54 pm .... now this reminded me of what Knocktopus tried to do all of a sudden Aegis 8:54 pm *Looks over at Tara's little entourage* Tarantulas 8:54 pm @Smokey: ::I think he could, but that doesn't mean he would. Why?:: Another time. We don't have any tables right now. *patpat* Smokescreen 8:55 pm @Tarantulas: ::I was just talking to Knock Out- and he suggested Soundwave might do it? He was going to check my processor after this.:: Swoop 8:55 pm *lights up as much as he can without literally errupting in fire* *is gonna hold him to this* Smokescreen 8:56 pm ... why would they dump the cat Swoop 8:56 pm Bob, Bob, you and Spiderbot do eating contest. It going to AWESOME. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm [[Irresponsibility.]] Tarantulas 8:56 pm @Smokey: ::Who's going to check your processor??:: Smokescreen 8:56 pm @Tarantulas: ::Uh. Knock Out? He is a medic, after all! And I can trust him.:: Bob 8:56 pm OKAY Prowl 8:57 pm ((you fools. this just guarantees that the only cats that breed are the ones that don't like to go into boxes.)) Jazz 8:57 pm [[ lmao ]] Swoop 8:57 pm ((lololol)) Bob 8:57 pm ((Pfffft) Swoop 8:57 pm ((breeding super cats)) Smokescreen 8:57 pm ((New cat colony of box-hating cats ((too much power Tarantulas 8:57 pm *withdraws hands to put face in them* Either you get your eating contest, or you get pats. One or the other. Prowl 8:57 pm ((this is what happens when humans tamper in the natural selection process)) Swoop 8:58 pm Why???? :V Tarantulas 8:58 pm Because I said so. Swoop 8:58 pm *bounces irritably* Why? Magnum Ace 8:58 pm ((cats who avoid all boxes Tarantulas 8:58 pm Because I'm the one who's currently being granted the power in this situation, that's why. And I say so. Specs 8:59 pm ((hahaha, I actually did this for alley cat allies in highschool as part of the required service stuff. mostly just the lugging cats around and setting things up, though.)) Swoop 8:59 pm *squints at Tara* Smokescreen 8:59 pm ((abcxbncv that siamese loks like my old cat cuckaloo ;; Swoop 9:00 pm ((there are so many flamepoints in this show and it makes me want to hold my girly)) Bob 9:00 pm *chittering* *Oblivious to contest talk* *Gettin' all the pets* Specs 9:00 pm ((I am so grateful for Nugget being a job-holding cat so that I may smooch her forehead here in college)) Prowl 9:01 pm ((the fuck you mean feline version of aids. who's out there fucking cats. who's sharing dirty needles with cats.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm ((oh my god)) Swoop 9:01 pm ((feline aids is a real thing)) Specs 9:01 pm ((other cats are fucking the cats)) Swoop 9:01 pm *grabs onto the fluff on Tara's arm* Me Swoop want pets. Specs 9:01 pm ((and biting the cats, in Princess Potbelly's case)) Jazz 9:01 pm [[ BIG PAWS ]] Tarantulas 9:02 pm Your choice, then. *resumes pats* Swoop 9:02 pm Pet now and eat contest AFTER movie Both Specs 9:02 pm ((although she was only tested at 6 months for FIV, so she'll be retested in may to confirm that she actually has it. if her mom did, she might have inherited the antibodies, but not the FIV infection proper)) ((...perhaps you see why I keep lurking Pubmed at midnight, lol)) Smokescreen 9:03 pm @Tarantulas: ::Just- don't mention all that to Sounds, of course.:: /Continuing to gently pet Messy!/ Tarantulas 9:03 pm That's not an option! *withdraws pets from swoop* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm ((*gently boops princess*)) Swoop 9:03 pm WHY ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm =Some of you.= Smokescreen 9:03 pm Hey- Hey Ravage. Do you like me? Jazz 9:04 pm [[ that was delightful but now i must slep ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm *Flatly.* =No.= Smokescreen 9:04 pm ... Oh. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm ((sleep well)) Specs 9:04 pm ((she loves you unconditionally, slendy)) Prowl 9:04 pm ((gnight)) Specs 9:04 pm ((night Jazz!)) Jazz 9:04 pm [[ good nigth and i will smooch butter* and charlie for you all ]] Tarantulas 9:04 pm @Smokey: ::Do. Not. Do. That. Please, Smokescreen, there wouldn't be anything for him to find even IF Soundwave had tampered, which I sorely doubt.:: Smokescreen 9:04 pm ... Well, I think you're pretty cool. Specs 9:04 pm ((thank)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm ((FAIR WARNING: UP NEXT IS SPIDERS. LOTS OF CLOSE-UPS. LOTS OF EVERYTHING. SPIDERS. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEM, GET OUT NOW AND SAVE YOURSELF.)) Prowl 9:04 pm ((SPIDE)) Tarantulas 9:04 pm Imbalance of power, that's why, Swoop. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm ((YOU HAVE THREE MINUTES)) Bevel 9:04 pm ((*abandons ship* Jazz 9:04 pm [[ weh i am missing spides ]] Swoop 9:04 pm What THAT mean? Tarantulas 9:05 pm (( spide spide spide Tarantulas 9:06 pm It means I get to set the ultimatums and there's nothing you can do about it. Smokescreen 9:06 pm @Tarantulas: ::But- Come on, Messy. I can trust him even more than I can trust you. And he's got some experience- he said he could probably identify tampering. ... And, I mean, I know there'll be at least one memory in there he can use for reference of what tampered memories look like.:: Swoop 9:06 pm *squints* *does not respond well to ultimatums* *PUNCHES at Tara's side* Tarantulas 9:07 pm @Smokey: ::Oh Smokescr -:: *is ponch* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm *Soundwave grabs Swoop IMMEDIATELY and hoist into air.* Tarantulas 9:07 pm *YELPS* Bob 9:07 pm !!! Swoop 9:07 pm *CACKLES* Magnum Ace 9:07 pm !!!! Specs 9:07 pm !!!!! Bob 9:08 pm *Grabs Swoops hand instinctively with one of his tinier ones* Smokescreen 9:08 pm /Inching away as he sees those feelers come kinda close!/ Tarantulas 9:08 pm At least I was GIVING you a choice, you brat! Swoop 9:08 pm *is just LOSING it* Aegis 9:08 pm *Winces, looking over at Tara* Are you okay? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm [[He has had enough of this. Laserbeak, downstairs. Now.]]

*Poof bridge. Here comes Bird.*

{{SWOOP.}} Bob 9:08 pm *Looks at Swoop *Looks at the spider friend YOU DID A HIT Swoop 9:08 pm *is gone now, sorry Bob 😮 * Magnum Ace 9:08 pm What just... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm ((short continuation delay bc my attention is split)) Bob 9:08 pm *oops he's gone ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm ((swoop isn't gone. bird came out a bridge)) Smokescreen 9:08 pm ... Messy? Wait- what just- are you okay? Swoop 9:08 pm *nvm is not gone* Me Swoop DO a hit! KAHAHAHA! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm {{You Swoop BAD.}} Bob 9:09 pm TARANTULAS FRIEND DO YOU NEED A BANDAID? Swoop 9:09 pm NYEHHHH! *sticks tongue out at Tara* Magnum Ace 9:09 pm -is everyone okay over there?- Tarantulas 9:09 pm No, he didn't so much as scratch my armor, thank you very much. *is busy extricating himself from everyone and everything* Bob 9:09 pm *frets Swoop 9:09 pm *snickers and looks at Bird* Yah? Bob 9:10 pm *friends are fighting *what is happening? *fret fret fret fret* I DO NOT THINK THE TARANTULAS WANTED TO PLAY THE FIGHT GAME Tarantulas 9:10 pm *that fricken hurt tho. you pteradumb* Swoop 9:10 pm *dinobots don't pull punches yo* Aegis 9:10 pm I don't think he wants to play the fight game either, Bob ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm {{Bird not wanting bad friend. You hitting bots, make dangerous Bird home. Soundwave not being happy, no. Swoop visit because Bird letting visit. If Swoop not being good, Swoop not coming see movies. That GOOD bot present.}} Bob 9:11 pm SWOOPING FRIEND WE CAN PLAY THE FIGHTING GAME LATER INSTEAD. Prowl 9:12 pm *huh. they're actually laying down the law. finally.* Swoop 9:12 pm *cocks his head at Bird* Present? *looks over at Bob and grins* Yah! Tarantulas 9:13 pm *holding his side protectively, looms in a corner* Bob 9:13 pm =< ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm {{Yes. No movies if bad, hurting guest. Bird likes guests. You want staying here?}} Magnum Ace 9:14 pm -debating actually going over to ask Tarantulas- Swoop 9:14 pm Yah! Me Swoop want to movie with Bird! And Bob : > ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm {{You be sorry to spiderbot. No touch anybody if you Swoop not ask, no hurt, no bad. Next time, Swoop goes home, not coming back until Bird hear Swoop good at home whole long time.}} Swoop 9:16 pm Me Swoop not sorry 😕 *is confused* Magnum Ace 9:16 pm -screw it. He's jumping off the table to go over to the spider- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm {{Then you Swoop go home.}} Swoop 9:16 pm Dinobots never ever good Bob 9:16 pm !!! THAT IS NOT A TRUE THING ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *NOW Swoop is dropped into a bridge.* Tarantulas 9:17 pm *notices the smol heading for him, squints suspiciously* Swoop 9:17 pm *WHOOSh is gone* Smokescreen 9:17 pm /He's watching Magnum and Tarantulas- he knows he wouldn't punch Messy, but he's still kinda cautious but curious!/ Magnum Ace 9:17 pm -stops a few feet from- Are you okay? That sounded painful. Smokescreen 9:17 pm ITS MESSY Aegis 9:17 pm *Perks up* Smokescreen 9:18 pm messy has ruled earth for 400 million years ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm *Soundwave dusts his hands off and sits again, looking at Tarantulas for a second.* Bob 9:18 pm *Antennas droop Tarantulas 9:18 pm I'm perfectly fine. The only thing that's ruined is my mood. Bob 9:18 pm *Saddest bug* Prowl 9:18 pm *now that swoop's gone, stands and meanders vaguely in tarantulas's direction. Will wait for Ace to say whatever he's going to say, though.* Bob 9:18 pm *Flattens self to a sad bug pancake* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm *Very well. Looks back to the screen and sends Ravage an apology.* Tarantulas 9:19 pm *distracted by the spiders but still sulking* Specs 9:19 pm ... *the dragon looks to be trying not to salivate at this, in respect to the fact that a spider is watching the movie as well* Swoop 9:19 pm ((it's up to you to make bob not a sad pancake, tara)) Smokescreen 9:19 pm >: ( dont call spiders that movie they're cute ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[From time to time.]] Smokescreen 9:19 pm All the time. messy's bigger than my dinner place Aegis 9:19 pm *looks over at Bob and scoots a little closer, offering him an oil cake* Smokescreen 9:19 pm so is Airachnid Bob 9:19 pm *Sadly gnoshes Smokescreen 9:19 pm ... all the spiders I know are Bob 9:20 pm THANK YOU SMALL FRIEND =< Aegis 9:20 pm *Hesitantly pats Bob* Smokescreen 9:20 pm what does it snatch though Magnum Ace 9:20 pm -he doesn't /look/ injured- You do know you better...But the show should be interesting now Swoop 9:20 pm (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNNv7b9-pbQ <-- Swoop)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm //Hey, it got, like. Octopus suckers.// Smokescreen 9:21 pm mass cuddling ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm *Zori was about to come downstairs. He squeals at "crush through scorpions" and flees upstairs again.* Smokescreen 9:21 pm ... sticky? Sticky?? Specs 9:21 pm *oh shit, Zori! she was about to find him to offer reassurance, too.* Smokescreen 9:21 pm ... /looking over to stare at Tarantulas/ Tarantulas 9:21 pm If I couldn't build myself tough enough to withstand a hit from an immature Dinobot - well. Let's just say, I can. I'm fine. Smokescreen 9:22 pm Messy, are you sticky? Anywhere? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *Soundwave pings Zori comfort and temporarily opens his upstairs door to let the little one in.*

[[He is glad.]] Aegis 9:22 pm *nearly chokes on his drink* Tarantulas 9:22 pm *spits word at smokey* No. Aegis 9:22 pm That is not a question that's appropriate outside the berth room... Smokescreen 9:22 pm Oh! That's good- it'd be difficult to hold you if you were. W what Messy doesn't even- he's not even interested in that kinda thing! Bob 9:22 pm *scooches* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *Soundwave's vents rattle in a barely suppressed snort.* Specs 9:23 pm *this looks Incredibly Delicious and she must be a well-behaved dragon that doesn't eat spiders* Bob 9:23 pm *presses a couple of bandaids into Tarantulas's hands* Aegis 9:23 pm It's personal frame type information and you're asking it in public... Bob 9:23 pm *They're absurdly small* *scooches away* Smokescreen 9:23 pm I was asking if he's got sticky spiderpaws! Tarantulas 9:23 pm *if you so much as try to nibble this spide he's gonna end u dragon* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *Soundwave uses a feeler to pass a bowl of other bugs to the dragon. Here. Take it out on these.* Specs 9:23 pm *CRONCH* ((pfff. jumping spiders are FAR too adorable to be scary)) Smokescreen 9:24 pm ((I knw right ... that one is so cute ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm ((you wouldn't say that if one jumped in your face)) Smokescreen 9:24 pm Wait wait wait if I were a spider could I be that one ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm [[What legs.]] Specs 9:25 pm ((yes I would. I'd startle, sure, but I have stupid anxious reflexes.)) Tarantulas 9:25 pm *tiny pat to the top of magnum's head* Your concern's appreciated, but unnecessary. Prowl 9:25 pm *all right, at this point prowl is pretty sure tarantulas will WANT to be distracted, so steps into personal bubble range and asks quietly,* You're sure you're fine? No dent? Smokescreen 9:25 pm Leg fluid? Prowl 9:25 pm *half-reaches toward the point where he was punched?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *Vents rattle again.* Smokescreen 9:26 pm ... /Confused staring at Soundwave- taking a couple of steps away./ Magnum Ace 9:27 pm -back to his table now, Prowl's got this, right?- Specs 9:27 pm *cronch monch* Tarantulas 9:27 pm *it's a prowl !!! holds still, lets him reach* O-of course. Internals got shifted to the side a half a millimeter, but I'm fine. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm *Oh, yes. The liquefying venom. Tarantulas never did give him a solid answer.*

*Soundwave watches Ace for a second. He's still curious about that drone...* Specs 9:27 pm ((she's beautiful and I love her)) Smokescreen 9:28 pm /Smokescreen will sit down near Magnum- he doesn't want to be near Prowl or Soundwave. And Magnum's cool!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm ((tara and slendy sling)) Aegis 9:28 pm *Looks fascinated with this documentary* *Still absently petting Bob because he's close* Smokescreen 9:28 pm It's a web of lies Prowl 9:28 pm *brushes side, searching for dents.* ... You shouldn't have put up with him that long. Magnum Ace 9:29 pm Oh, hello, Smokescreen Smokescreen 9:29 pm Hey, Magnum! You taking care of yourself? Magnum Ace 9:29 pm Eh....as well as I can Tarantulas 9:30 pm *none to be found, prowl* I suppose not. But I'm /trying/ - *sigh. how to explain* Smokescreen 9:30 pm Aww- that's fair. Have you been seeing your medics and stuff now? I was gonna see one after this- sports haven't been too hard on you, right? Tarantulas 9:30 pm *mutters* Could they stop with the sound effects already? Primus. Smokescreen 9:31 pm just let her eat Prowl 9:31 pm *... wants, very much, to put his free hand on Tarantulas's other side and leave them both there.* Specs 9:31 pm ((A FRIEND AND GIRL)) Tarantulas 9:31 pm *do it prowl* Prowl 9:31 pm *doesn't. steps back instead.* It's not a very respectful documentary, is it. Magnum Ace 9:31 pm Mechanics. And I'm...--usually pushed in by Bull Armor-- getting better at it? Specs 9:32 pm ((the tenebrous fishing spider lives in my area, and is Very Good)) ((very large but good friends)) Bob 9:32 pm *raises a hand MR SOUND OF THE WAVES? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm *Overheard that. Naturally.*

[[The others were worse. Or less informative.]] *Pause.* [[Yes, Bob?]] Smokescreen 9:32 pm ... That's good! You gotta take care of yourself. I'm not very good at it, but- I'm kinda worried about this one thing, and it's better safe than sorry, right? Bob 9:32 pm CAN I GO BACK TO THE ARK HOME NOW? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm [[You may. A bridge will be outside for you.]] Bob 9:32 pm I'M SURE THE SWOOPING FRIEND IS SORRY. Swoop 9:33 pm *IS NOT SORRY FIGHT HIM* Tarantulas 9:33 pm I doubted it would be, but. *waah. why you gotta step away, prowl* Bob 9:33 pm I SHOULD DO THE TALKING WITH HIM. THANK YOU. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm [[If you think it will help.]] Aegis 9:33 pm Take care Bob. Bob 9:33 pm TARANTULAS FRIEND? SORRY =< BYE! Tarantulas 9:33 pm *a nod at bob* *pure bug didn't do anything wrong* Bob 9:33 pm *waves and is off* Magnum Ace 9:33 pm -laughs a little- Working on it... Specs 9:34 pm ((what's REALLY impressive is watching these girls go for fish longer than they are. they tend to figure out what fish can and can't eat them very quickly, and they take full advantage of that.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm ((talented spides)) Smokescreen 9:34 pm Aww- keep at it! What about- fun stuff? Have you had the chance to relax? Prowl 9:34 pm ((such smarts for such tinies.)) Magnum Ace 9:35 pm Eh.....not recently. Things have gotten hectic, for the off season. Smokescreen 9:35 pm Wait, really? What's been going on? Tarantulas 9:35 pm *reaches for prowl's wrist before he can leave* May I sit with you...? Smokescreen 9:36 pm I want silk glands! Magnum Ace 9:36 pm ....a few things that just need to be worked out Prowl 9:36 pm ... *prowl should say no. he's nowhere close to getting over the fact that he can't trust tarantulas, he'd unfairly get BOTH their hopes up by acting like things are normal, he shouldn't—* Sure. *dammit prowl.* Tarantulas 9:37 pm *visor is glowing eagerly, nods toward seat* *all it took was a dinobot punch to the side to get to sit next to prowl again* Prowl 9:37 pm ((sometimes i like to think i'm a sophisticated mature adult. other times im like, "it's pooping spaghetti.")) Smokescreen 9:37 pm ... /Turning towards Messy- while trying not to look at Prowl/ Is that how you can make silk or nah? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm ((lmao)) Swoop 9:37 pm ((ur welcome, tara)) Magnum Ace 9:38 pm -he's not going to say that it's a major issue that's going to take a while to work out- Tarantulas 9:38 pm It's roughly the same, yes. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm *Nod to once-again-couch-sharer and continues watching.* Smokescreen 9:38 pm I get that, Magnum- I hope everything works out okay. If you ever need help- or just a listening audial, you're not alone. Whoa- really? That's pretty cool! How much silk can you make? Prowl 9:39 pm *nods back as he sits.* Tarantulas 9:39 pm More than I need, hyeh. *sits with* Smokescreen 9:40 pm Pff- can you wrap someone up like those insects? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm *Can't help imagining Tarantulas mass-shifted to ten times Prowl's size and offering to interface. Tries not to betray his amusement in any way whatsoever.* Tarantulas 9:40 pm Can, and have. Smokescreen 9:40 pm Whoa- can you wrap me up in silk sometime? Swoop 9:40 pm ((butt)) Tarantulas 9:41 pm (( booty Prowl 9:41 pm ((a literal bubble butt)) Smokescreen 9:41 pm ((air butt ((yes ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm ((lmao)) Specs 9:41 pm ((cons of having been a fanfic goblin since middle school: one bad fanfic has r u i n e d book lungs for me)) Magnum Ace 9:41 pm Thanks for the offer Prowl 9:41 pm ((ok ive gotta ask)) Tarantulas 9:41 pm (( same, i gotta know Prowl 9:41 pm ((did somebody fuck the book lungs)) Specs 9:42 pm (("his lungs unfolded in surprise")) ((NO(( ((just serious lack of comprehending book lungs)) Prowl 9:42 pm ((... okay "his lungs unfolded in surprise" is pretty weird too)) Smokescreen 9:42 pm ((lungs turned a page in surprise)) Aegis 9:42 pm It looks so soft... Tarantulas 9:42 pm *is quite soft* Prowl 9:42 pm ((his lungs accordioned in bafflement)) Smokescreen 9:42 pm is it weird to want to hug all of these spiders Specs 9:42 pm ((yeah, the writer thought that book lungs worked like books, and it was horrible)) Aegis 9:43 pm No, perfectly normal Specs 9:43 pm They do look very soft. *ignore her cronching these bugs* Prowl 9:43 pm ((he held his book-eared breath)) Smokescreen 9:43 pm ((his lungs fluttered open)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm *Now that the commotion sounds like it's died down, Chimera comes to see what's been happening. They slink down the stairs, over to Soundwave's couch, around the front... and looks up. Nobody looks harmed. Huh.*

*Unfortunately, Ravage has once again taken Soundwave's lap. Recognizing Prowl as one of their Boss' trusted companions, they do what has always been acceptable with the others aaaaaand try to leap up onto his lap to curl up.* Tarantulas 9:43 pm (( u mean BOOTY trap Prowl 9:44 pm *FREEZES* Specs 9:44 pm ((you are all killing me)) Prowl 9:44 pm *what the FUCK. who just sits on somebody's lap without asking.* Smokescreen 9:44 pm ... Oh yeah. Sounds. Did you still want some of those coupons Prowl 9:45 pm *looks down at Chimera.* ...... Excuse me. Smokescreen 9:45 pm many legbrations Tarantulas 9:46 pm *centipede. mmm* Smokescreen 9:46 pm oh vo ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm *Soundwave's vents grow dead still. He's just. Gonna-- oh. Oh no. Too slow.*

*Chimera blinks up at Prowl.* <<Why? The Archi-- the Prowl has done nothing.>> Prowl 9:46 pm You are sitting in my lap. Smokescreen 9:46 pm all spiders are alien spiders to us though Prowl 9:46 pm *"the archi"?* Magnum Ace 9:46 pm .... Tarantulas 9:46 pm I'm not an alien, hff. Smokescreen 9:47 pm You're the only non-alien spider along with Airachnid! But you're the better kind. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm *The Architect. The Prowl did not like being called that last time. They have tried to adjust.*

<<Yes.>> Magnum Ace 9:47 pm I'm native to Earth, and that is a very odd looking spider Aegis 9:47 pm I mean, technically if we're not from the same cybertron, you are. Smokescreen 9:47 pm ... Fair enough, Magnum. Prowl 9:47 pm ... I would appreciate if you did not. Specs 9:47 pm Interestingly, that looks very much like a type of arachnid native to my moon. It's just not bright yellow. Smokescreen 9:47 pm BABIES Specs 9:47 pm Oh! Babies! Tarantulas 9:47 pm *SLINGS SLINGS SLINGS* Smokescreen 9:47 pm oooooohhhh it's like a backpack messy messy messy can you if you had bitlets would you hold 'em like that ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm *Chimera stares for a moment, processing the unusual request. Then:*

<<Oh! Okay. Where does The Prowl want Chimera to sit?>> Prowl 9:49 pm ... I do not have a preference beyond "not on me." Magnum Ace 9:49 pm -snorts at he sight of dunes- Aegis 9:49 pm *Smirks at Smokey* He could always put bitlets on your abdomen like the Camel Spider Smokescreen 9:49 pm Camel spider? ... wait, on mine? Magnum Ace 9:49 pm -don't mind him- Specs 9:49 pm *Chimera can sit with the dragon* Smokescreen 9:49 pm egg Tarantulas 9:50 pm *distracted* Oh please, no. Specs 9:50 pm ((there is a very good fantasy book about a spider who absolutely doesn't want to get parasitized by a wasp)) Tarantulas 9:50 pm *cringing away from screen* Smokescreen 9:50 pm this is pretty eggsciting Swoop 9:50 pm ((PCHOOO)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm *Cheerfully:* <<Okay! Chimera will move now.>> *LEAP up and onto the back of hte couch with a minor scramble. Not -quite- as agile as Ravage.* Specs 9:51 pm ...Can someone with a larger mouth bite Smokescreen? Prowl 9:51 pm *LAUGHS. covers mouth.* Smokescreen 9:51 pm ... Prowl 9:51 pm *it's just— rolling away.* *shwoo.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm [[That is ridiculous.]]

@P: [[He cannot apologize enough.]]

=Is that a request?= Smokescreen 9:51 pm come on specs that was an eggcellent pun Aegis 9:51 pm That's a horrible yolk and you know it Magnum Ace 9:51 pm -snickering at the sight...and bad joke- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:52 pm *Oh--! It's the one with the--* Specs 9:52 pm ((a black widow lived in my locker in junior year of highschool. she was a good lady and I absolutely did not put anything in my locker that I didn't want to take 20 minutes to retrieve)) Tarantulas 9:52 pm *gentle shove at prowl, how dare u laugh* Prowl 9:52 pm *turns to Chimera.* Thank you. *what. why shove.* Specs 9:52 pm There are some puns that deserve a death sentence, Smokescreen. Tarantulas 9:52 pm *u laugh at spide* Prowl 9:52 pm *it ROLLED* Smokescreen 9:52 pm Aww, come on. I'm too HARD BOILED to suffer from anything! Aegis 9:52 pm Isn't that too much of a pun-ishment? Tarantulas 9:52 pm *so can he, would you laugh at him* Smokescreen 9:52 pm PFF- Magnum Ace 9:53 pm ((it literally rolled out Smokescreen 9:53 pm egg! Aegis 9:53 pm ((omg Tara the tumbleweed)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm *Soundwave looks down at Prowl's crotch, then up to Prowl's face.*

<<The Prowl is welcome. Is The Prowl a spider too?>>

[[Chimera, /please/--]] Smokescreen 9:53 pm I wanna I'm not gonna Prowl 9:53 pm *if you did it without warning, yes.* Smokescreen 9:53 pm I'm not finishing that thught Specs 9:53 pm ((tumblerantula)) Prowl 9:54 pm No, I'm a car. *has absolutely no idea why Chimera might have drawn that connection.* Tarantulas 9:54 pm (( anon asked him one time and tarantulas couldn't help but try Specs 9:54 pm ((and THIS is why I spent 20 minutes being sure of where she was, where I was, and that my socks were on my hands before getting things out of my locker)) Aegis 9:54 pm *Looks at Tara* Do you have venom? Specs 9:54 pm ((neurotoxin is the suck)) Smokescreen 9:55 pm Neurotoxinssss many many babies Tarantulas 9:55 pm Do I? *so mysterious* Smokescreen 9:55 pm ... wait messy do you? If you bit me would I die ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm <<Oh. The Boss thought you had an hourglass.>> *Chirp.* <<This one is many things. Not cars. Cars are big.>> Aegis 9:56 pm If you do, would it be natural? Or.. is it something we could exchange recipes about? Smokescreen 9:56 pm they're dancing! Aegis 9:56 pm Oh no they're adorable Smokescreen 9:56 pm ... can't you put a mirror down and confuse them Swoop 9:56 pm ((look at those moves)) Prowl 9:56 pm I don't have an hourglass. I have a lava lamp, though. *it looks sort of similar and the substance inside goes up and down, maybe Soundwave saw it from a distance and mistook it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm *You know what, he's going to just focus on this - this dance-off.* Prowl 9:57 pm A bird, snake, and dog, correct? Specs 9:57 pm ((I love these spiders so much)) Smokescreen 9:57 pm i this this is me in spider form Prowl 9:57 pm ((the fucking didgeridoo)) Magnum Ace 9:57 pm -snorting laughter- Specs 9:57 pm Actually, Smokescreen, I believe you are correct in this instance. Smokescreen 9:58 pm .... are they were those spiders It's Messy! Tarantulas 9:58 pm I'm not a goliath, but close. Swoop 9:58 pm ((oh my fucking god did it ROAR and then STOMP a bug???)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm *Ravage immediately sits up and turns to stare at Prowl with something akin to betrayal.* =Dog?=

<<Oh, no, no, no. Chimera is bird, snake, and cat! Like the Hunter.>> Prowl 9:58 pm *hears "tarantula" and focuses on movie* Smokescreen 9:58 pm You're bigger than one though Specs 9:59 pm ((I love this big boy)) Smokescreen 9:59 pm the reason being they're a good friend and are great to cuddle ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm *Hmm. This does not look like the kind Tarantulas is. There must be more than one kind of tarantula.* Prowl 9:59 pm Oh. *reviews the shape and tries to figure out how it's more catty than doggy.* ... I'll take your word for it. Specs 10:00 pm It has such a nice, soft color to it. It would make a great friend, I think. Smokescreen 10:00 pm I'd trust it with my life Prowl 10:00 pm *... its setae are supposed to be sharp and painful?* Aegis 10:00 pm Goliath Tarantula...? Don't those eat birds? Prowl 10:01 pm *looks at tarantulas's fuzz. ... can't relate.* Tarantulas 10:01 pm *only some, prowl* Smokescreen 10:01 pm ... How big *can* you get, Messy? Tarantulas 10:01 pm Classified. Specs 10:01 pm Yes, hence the name "goliath bird-eating tarantula," I suspect. Smokescreen 10:01 pm Aww. Bigger than Optimus? Aegis 10:01 pm I got distracted by something pretty Tarantulas 10:02 pm Yes, I'm fairly sure. Smokescreen 10:02 pm ... Bigger than my Dad? Tarantulas 10:02 pm Of course. Smokescreen 10:02 pm Is there a limit? Tarantulas 10:02 pm *snort* You have more questions than Swoop does. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm <<Okay!>>

*Ravage looks at Chimera before looking at Prowl and squinting lightly. How could anyone consider his protege a dog? He decides to ping Prowl in private.*

@P: =You are unfamiliar, eh? With cats.= Smokescreen 10:02 pm I wanna learn more about you! Tarantulas 10:04 pm You ought to come up with a list, then, and let me answer them all at once. Specs 10:04 pm *the dragon yawns, and stretches* I suppose I should get some sleep. Have a good evening, everyone! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm [[Goodnight, dragon.]] Smokescreen 10:04 pm But I know I'll have more questions even after that- and I don't want to force you to answer a million questions all at once. Swoop 10:04 pm ((night)) Prowl 10:05 pm @R «I can't say I've been close to any. ... Emotionally, I mean.» *physically, he's very close to two right now.* Smokescreen 10:06 pm Oh! Sounds, sounds. Can we watch some of those oddly satisfying videos? I started watching some earlier this week and nearly forgot to watch the show I meant to see Tarantulas 10:07 pm (( ugh ive suddenly got a wicked headache, so im gonna bow out - tarantulas leaves regretfully and uneventfully?? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm @P: =I see.= *Streeeeetch.* =That will not do. Come, come - to the bar. I teach.= ((awwww... rest well ;; and okay)) Smokescreen 10:08 pm ((Oh no! Hope you feel better soon 😧 Magnum Ace 10:08 pm ((g'night! Tarantulas 10:09 pm (( night <3 Prowl 10:09 pm @R «... All right.» *okay, Prowl guesses he's learning something today. Brushes Tarantulas's claws farewell and heads over to the bar.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm *Ravage hops down, trots over to the bar - which is many times his height - and as soon as he is sure Prowl can see, leaps up on it as smooth as triple-filtered energon.*

@P: =First lesson: -dogs- do not do that.= Magnum Ace 10:12 pm -and he should be getting back, he needs to see what chaos is at home now- Prowl 10:12 pm @R «... Do what?» *use chairs? he's pretty sure he's seen dogs in chairs.* *jump onto seats?? he's seen that too.* Smokescreen 10:13 pm ... Actually, Sounds. I'm gonna head off. I've got an important doctor's appointment. With a trustworthy doctor. Maybe I'll see you next week? Oh! I've heard this song I think on some radio station. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm @P: =Jump like me. Not so high, not so smooth. They scramble. No grace.= [[He questions this 'trustworthy doctor'. But as you please.]] *There will be a bridge waiting when Ace heads out. Hopefully he will be all right until next week...* Magnum Ace 10:15 pm -he's also worried about going back- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm *He can always try to make arrangements to stay behind if need be.* Smokescreen 10:16 pm Hey, he's probably the most trustworthy bot I know at this point, even if you don't think that. Prowl 10:16 pm @R «... Low jumpers. Got it.» Magnum Ace 10:17 pm -no, no, he needs to go. He doesn't want to make matters worse- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm @P: =Good, good. Now, paws.=

*Readjusts his sitting position to hold a front leg out. Flexes his paw and pops his claws in and out.*

@P: =Dog claws do not disappear. They are thick. Get dull.= *Like dogs themselves, he thinks.* =Earth cat claws do.= *Thoughtful rumble.* =Except cheetah. Long, thin big cats. Many spots. Runners. For them, claws out make good treads.=

*Twists his paw to the inside at the wrist.*

=Dog legs do not rotate here. Weak, inflexible creatures. Hmph.= Magnum Ace 10:25 pm -Right. Enough stalling. He's heading home.- ...Good night. And...thank you. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm [[Goodnight, Ace. You are always welcome.]] Smokescreen 10:25 pm Aww- night, Magnum! See you next week? Prowl 10:25 pm @R «Retractable claws. Rotating wrists.» *Anti-dog prejudice.* «Got it.» Magnum Ace 10:25 pm -hops off the table- ...maybe. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm *Ravage sets his paw down and opens his mouth wide. Good thing he's comming instead of talking out loud or this would be super difficult right now. Blaaaaah out sticks his tongue. There are weird barbs all over it.*

@P: =Stripping bristles. Rust, valuable minerals - or old fur, prey meat. Dogs have none.=

*In goes the tongue. Puts a paw to his own nose.*

=Many times, shorter, squared snout. No disgusting, dangling lips. Earth cat optics can become vertical slits. That is all wrong for dogs.= *Licks his chops.* =Sometimes dog ears flop. It is strange.= Magnum Ace 10:31 pm ((and I'm out, g'night and thanks for the stream! Prowl 10:32 pm @R «What about pug cats, like in that video?» *he doesn't remember what the cats were called. he remembers that the dogs are called pugs.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm @P: =Persian cats. Unfortunate victims.= *Shakes his helm and growls.* =They have lost their noses. The rest is true.= Prowl 10:35 pm @R «Some dogs have similar noses, though. Snout length isn't... isn't a very good universal identifier, is it?» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm @P: =Imperfect. Teeth patterns are better. Not mine.= *His are very much like Soundwave's instead of an Earth cat.* =...Pity such dogs more than usual. The humans have ruined them, too.= Prowl 10:40 pm @R «So. Dogs have longer snouts, except when they don't; and floppy ears, except when they don't. Cats have bristles in their mouths and vertical pupils.» *... Prowl suspects none of this is going to be very useful for the Cybertronians that happen to superficially resemble Earth cats and dogs, but at least he has a checklist to tell one category of aliens apart from another.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:44 pm *Some of it may be. All the Ravages Ravage has ever met are cats, at least.*

@P: =Different vocalizations, different proportions, different physical language cues - and /we/ do not serve. Even when imprisoned. We /accompany/.=

*Ravage considers that all and nods.*

=There. A basic data set.= Prowl 10:47 pm @R «All right. Thank you.» *Prowl wonders how much of it is true and how much is fictitious anti-dog stereotypes.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm *Ravage settles into most of a loaf and gives Prowl a majestic nod.*

=Ah... and Earth police prefer using dogs.=

*Sharp, fangy smile.*

=Enjoy your night, yes?= Prowl 10:53 pm Thank you. And you. *he supposes the lesson's over then. back over to soundwave?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm *It absolutely is. Ravage is certain he's done a good job of it all. How could anyone NOT look at him and Chimera and see them for the shining examples of feline nature they are?*

[[Welcome back. How bad of a scolding was it?]] Prowl 10:56 pm Less of a scolding and more of a lesson. Omicron 10:56 pm [am I too late?] ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm ((for the documentaries? aye, movies are usually finished by 10:30-11:00))

[[Unexpected. Usually he just claws mechs to make sure they don't forget what he is.]] Omicron 10:58 pm (ah, shoud I poof?) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm ((up to you)) Omicron 10:58 pm (if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to stay a little, but if you two want to rp on your own I'll scoot off) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm ((i'm cool with a short stay)) Prowl 11:00 pm *Probably shouldn't point out that dogs can claw too, then.* Well. Probably a privilege of dating the boss. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:05 pm *Not quite like a cat can.*

[[He doesn't doubt it. They do all know how much he'd dislike seeing you harmed.]] *Test lean?* [[Which reminds him. How have you been lately?]] Omicron 11:05 pm Ice Queen limps in slowly, pauses seeing only the two there, in her bot mode for the first time. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm *THAT'S new. He watches her enter, already marking weaknesses.* Prowl 11:06 pm *leans back against.* Mm. Can't complain. *that IS new.* KnockOot 11:07 pm ((mun is here, woo)) Omicron 11:07 pm well... yeah...hi...by chance does someone have a patch kit? *the predacon femme waves a wing* Prowl 11:08 pm *sits up straight. this is clearly business and soundwave doesn't need leans.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm [[No outrageous troubles with the force? Or anyone else? Citizens still holding grudges?]]

*Already waving for Frenzy to come down. He could have kept the leans, but if Prowl wants to keep up their usual half-afted secret preservation, he'll go along with it.*

[[We do. Seat yourself.]] Prowl 11:11 pm *it was mainly because he expected Soundwave to stand up, but if he's calling someone over instead, he'll resume leaning. discussion to be continued after their injured guest has been seen to.* Omicron 11:12 pm *the big predacon queen comes over to a seat, growling softly. She's mostly in shades of blue and green some black undertones. Not nearly as big as predaking, but doesn't have as much mass as her beast mode does* Thank you.... ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm *Please. Soundwave can do maintenance and basic field repairs - and still has the records on how to reconnect damaged spark chamber wires - but beyond that? No.*

*Frenzy comes leaping down three stairs at a time, a toolbox nearly as big as he is held sideways in his arms and rattling with each bounce.*

\\RIGHT. HOW'DJA GET FRAGGED UP 'N WHERE'S IT HURTIN'?\\ Omicron 11:15 pm O_o well, I got in a....well, no it was a fight with the local Untra Magnus in the world my ship is in at the moment. *looks a little sheepish, points at her left knee and the damage at the joint, there's some ice encasing parts of her leg to keep energon from leaking* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm \\Y'KNOW THAT AIN'T S'POSED TO BE WHAT GETTIN' HAMMERED MEANS, YEAH?\\

[[Frenzy.]]

\\WHAT? I'M JUS' SAYIN'.\\ *Frowns at the ice. Doesn't want to melt it and get water all in everywhere. Decides to pop a drill and slowly make several holes in it. All the easier to give it a crack and shatter it.* \\LONG'S HE DON'T COME HERE TRYIN' TO ARREST YA OR NOTHIN'.\\

*He'll settle in to tending it once he's got that ice off.* Prowl 11:18 pm *... Prowl's opinion of their guest has just dropped quite a few points. It /implies/ something about people when Ultra Magnus fights them. Things like their faction, associates, and hobbies.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:19 pm *Of course it does. Soundwave's not going to have someone bleeding out all over his neutral space, though, so treatment it is.* Prowl 11:20 pm *Oh, by all means, heal the injured. Still though. They're off Prowl's imaginary Christmas card list.* Omicron 11:20 pm Tell me about it, its much better when Ultra Manus isn't hitting me. But I kind of attacks first this time, *she winces at the memory, can't really feel anything in her legs right now* Insticts kicked in ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm *Besides... it means he'll be owed a favor.*

[[Why? What instincts could possibly compel you to attack the leader of the Wreckers?]] \\EVEN I AIN'T THAT DUMB SOMETIMES.\\ [[/Frenzy./]]

\\WHAT!?\\ [[Your berthside manner leaves something to be desired.]] Prowl 11:23 pm *they're both right tho.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:26 pm \\LISTEN, BOSS. ONLY OTHER BOT I AIN'T GONNA FRAG OFF THAT BAD'S YOU 'N THIS'N.\\ *Gestures over his shoulder at Prowl with a wire stripper before diving back into the wound.* \\RATHER PUNCH DEVASTATOR. LEAST I KNOW HE AIN'T GONNA KILL ME CUZ HE GOT THE HOTS FOR RUMBLE. ULTRA MAGNUS, I AIN'T SO SURE 'BOUT.\\ Omicron 11:26 pm I didn't know he and the wreckers of that world were 'cleaning up' rouge insecticons, and a good chunk of my crew are Insecticons. I let them take a couple of the older hatchlings out to explore *gives a low reflexive growl, pauses and vents* I found the guards in stasis and the worker in cuffs Prowl 11:29 pm For what it's worth, Devastator's affections are smaller than his bloodlust. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm \\YEAH?\\ *Considers that. Shrugs.* \\EH. I'D PUNCH 'IM ANYWAY.\\

[[He can see how that started a fight.]] Omicron 11:33 pm It looked like they were making off with my hatchlings. one of the effects of a strong beast mode *it looks like her hatchlings were being kidnapped so she attacked on reflex to protect them* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm [[You'll want to clear the situation up soon. Ultra Magnuses - Magni? Hmm. - tend to have long, long memories.]]

*Frenzy pulls his hands out of the leg and duct tapes a thin patch of metal in place.*

\\IT AIN'T PERFECT, BUT I AIN'T DONE LOTS OF PREDACONS. IT'LL HOLD TIL YA GET IT DONE RIGHT.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm *He chucks an energon-coated shard of leg metal into his subspace, scoops up his tools, and heads upstairs to go clean off, whistling loudly.* Omicron 11:38 pm Thank you Frenzy. *gives a softer purr in thanks, wonders what he's planning on doing with that....hopes the nanites shute down* I can coat it in the ice again Omicron 11:40 pm *Ice queen looks over at Soundwave and nods* We started to, might have to do a trade, or rather predacon hunting skills. What do I own you for the aid? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:40 pm [[Outside, if you mean to do that. And nothing, for now. He'll think of a payment later. The hour is late.]] Prowl 11:42 pm ... Unless your universe is VERY different from most, Ultra Magnus isn't the type to just... capture and lock up creatures that aren't bothering anyone. It was likely a misunderstanding—he probably didn't understand that the Insecticons were part of your crew, rather than wild ones that happened to be roaming in your vicinity. With an adequate explanation he will almost undoubtedly see his error. But I'd suggest explaining it to him via comm. Omicron 11:47 pm *snorts a little, she does not like leaving things hanging debates pulling some energon out. She looks at prowl and inclines her head* Its been mostly cleared up now, for now? he and his wreckers are on their ship, I got my bugs and hatchlings back on mine. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:48 pm *Soundwave rises to clean up a little bit. He doesn't need fresh energon; they have a whole bar down here and a mostly-full storage upstairs.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:51 pm [[He hopes they stay secure in the future.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm [[He apologizes, but now he must close the building for the night. If you require further medical attention, the New Praxus clinic is slightly closer]] and more likely to be of assistance to strangers [[than New Kaon's.]] Omicron 11:53 pm *what would he like?* I've taken steps for that. and Dread is on full alerts for wreckers or wild insecticons ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm *He doesn't know yet. Thus delaying on naming his price. Especially since the things he wants don't always line up with Prowl's approval.* Omicron 11:55 pm *ice queen gets up, frowning a moment but nods* thank you for the patch. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:56 pm [[Quite welcome. He hopes you don't run into any.]] Omicron 11:58 pm *wave a wing claw and walks out, leg still stiff* (thank you for the time) Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm *Quietly hopes that does not become a lasting injury. Most of the Predacons he knows would challenge that without hesitation.*

((welcome!)) [[Where were we. Would you rather continue this discussion here or upstairs?]] Prowl 12:03 am *sideways look.* ... Two days ago we were neck-deep in bananas. I'm not risking the possibility that they aren't all gone yet. *movie night is one thing. staying the night is another.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:04 am [[...He doesn't suppose he could convince you to go to the -other- apartment. Or us to yours.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 12:05 am *At least he knows he's right about Prowl having trouble facing the banana madness. The first major incident is always the hardest.* Prowl 12:09 am Your other apartment is fine. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:09 am [[There, then. May he...?]]

*Scoop motion with one hand.* Prowl 12:11 am ... You may. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:13 am *Pleased biolight pulse. Sweeps Prowl up and onto his shoulders just a little bit playfully - what good is a lot of strength if you can't use it to let loose in secret with your amica every once in a while? - opens a bridge, and marches through.*

*They can talk there.* Prowl 12:14 am *oh! wasn't expecting to go THAT high. yes, that seems fine to him.* *is carried away.*

[pandabearlikes]

Temporary Affairs II

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Chapter o7.  Kim Yoona  

  “Oppa, which one should I wear?” you asked, holding up two maternity dresses in your hands. 

  Jongin, who had already been dressed twenty-minutes ago, looked from one selection to the other then back again five more times.

  “What’s the difference?” he asked, dumbfounded. 

  You looked at him as if he just cursed your father so he squinted to reexamine the details. 

  “I really don’t see the difference,” your husband honestly answered.

  You huffed and puffed at his ignorance.

  “The difference is that this one has an empire waist,” you said holding up the dress in your right hand then raised the one in your left hand, “and this one does not”.

  “Uh…that one then,” Jongin said pointing to the left one.

  “But the empire waist one makes me look prettier…” you slurred.

  “Then wear that one,” he answered, exasperated. 

  “Okay!” you chipped as if you were a little girl getting your parent’s approval. 

      With your bangs braided into a crown and dressed in the teal empire waist dress Jongin…well you chose earlier, you walked hand in hand with your husband into the hotel.  Due to your indecisiveness on choosing your outfit, you two were late to the party.  Guests had already filed into the lobby, crowding up in line to get a glimpse of the center stage.  Today, another couple was getting engaged.  When people began to push, Jongin protectively curled his arms around your waist from behind.  You looked up at him confused but he just shook his head and gave you a reassuring smile so you turned your attention back to the stage. 

  The girl was apparently the heir of a tea company and the guy was the inheritor of a soap company.  Yeah, it may sound strange for them to be arranged to marry but rumors spread that the soap company wanted their license to use the tea brand for future soap scents. 

  “Do they remind you of us?” you sighed.

  “No, not really.  They look like they don’t like each other at all,” Jongin replied.

  You pouted and strained your neck back to give your husband a look of uncertainty. 

  “We didn’t like each other either,” you reminded him. 

  “Maybe during the beginning but by the engagement announcement, I already knew I wanted you as my wife,” he responded.  Really?  But you kept mute, fearing that he’d just sweet-talk like he always did instead of telling you how he honestly felt. 

  As the crowd cheered, “Kiss!  Kiss!  Kiss!”, Jongin’s shoulders shook up and down.  You turned around wondering what had caused the fine-looking heir to laugh so hard.  Noticing your intense stare, he tried his best to suppress his laughter. 

  “Jagiya, remember when you fainted after I kissed you during our engagement?” your husband said in between his chuckles. 

  -___- 

  You face palmed.

  “I don’t want to remember,” you mumbled. 

  “You were so cute,” he added, kissing the top of your head.  You returned his favor by lightly elbowing his chest. 

  Revealing your flushed complexion from your hands, you gazed forward to the stage but realized you had missed the special moment between the new couple.  Your shoulders sagged with a heavy sigh.

  After the announcement ceremony ended, the mass of people began to disperse off to the dining halls for food and more socializing.  But you wanted to stay and talk to the main female lead…just to tell her that she’ll be okay and everything will work out in the end.  So you followed her to the dressing room.  Without a word, Jongin trailed behind. 

  At the doorway, you lifted your fist to politely knock before intruding, but your hand dropped to your side at the sound of muffled cries.  She donned a stunning yellow sweetheart dress that tapered into a mermaid’s tail at the bottom.  Her hair, silky smooth came together in a half updo, resting on her shoulders like fresh seaweed. 

  With a sad smile, you entered the room.  She doesn’t notice you, all too engulfed in her sorrow.  You placed a hand on her bare shoulder, as gently as possible to not startle her but it frightened her anyway. 

  “Hey, I’m ________ ________,” you introduced, holding your hand out. 

  She didn’t take it, instead hung her head low.  Nodding understandingly, you retreated your hand and took a seat beside her. 

  “Sucks, doesn’t it?” you said bluntly. 

  She finally looked up. 

  “‘Why was I born into a family that puts money before happiness?  Why couldn’t I be born into a regular family and marry someone I love?’ I used to keep asking that over and over again until I drilled those thoughts into my brain,” you spoke. 

  “W-were…you forced to marry someone for your father’s company too?” she stuttered.

  “Hmm…I guess you can say that it began that way…” you started.

  The new bride looked up at you anticipating you to finish your thoughts.

  “It began that way.  My husband’s parents and my parents have been business partners for over twenty years and to secure this relationship for future generations, my father thought it would be appropriate for us to get married.  But my husband was such a douchebag at first,” you stopped to contain your laughter then continued, “Do you know what he told me on the first date?”

  “What?” the girl asked intrigued by your story.

  “He told me that I was ugly and that he had no interest in me,” you reminiscence then brought your hand to block your mouth to whisper, “and in his words, ‘Not a D-cup’”.

  The girl gasped then succumbed to a fit of giggles.  You internally gave yourself a pat on the shoulder for cheering her up. 

  “But I love him,” you admitted.

  “I do too,” the girl also confessed.  So she is in the same bind as me.  The giver, the pre-determined loser in the game of love. 

  You patted her hands.

  “But he doesn’t love me,” her voice cracked.  And even till today, I’m not sure if my husband loves me either. 

  “My husband screamed for divorce the second day into our marriage,” you informed. 

  She looked at you shocked.

  You laughed, “But here we are today.  Still married and about to welcome our first child”.

  The girl sighed in relief. 

  “So don’t fright.  It’ll be okay and maybe if it isn’t…it was never meant to be,” you finished. 

  She returned your smile with her own.

  “Thanks for sharing your story.  I feel a lot better now.  I’m Becky, by the way,” she finally held her hand out.  You happily shook it. 

  You were so focused on your conversation with Becky, you had forgotten Jongin was waiting right outside for you so when you stepped out and bumped right into him, your heart almost jumped out of your chest. 

  “Oh my God, Oppa,” you addressed, placing your hand on your heart. 

  He threw you a half smile, positioned his arm around your shoulder, and tugged you away.  You’re not sure why he was so quiet and lost in deep thought while you two walked to the buffet area of the dining hall.  You took a plate and cheerfully started to gather up food.  But from behind, a wild hand snatched onto the plate, seizing it from you.  The owner was none other than Kim Jongin. 

  With your lower lip protruding outward, you whined, “Oppaa…”

  Holding your hand, he guided it around his body so that you were practically clinging onto his waist as he walked around and surveyed the available food.  At first, you were a bit upset that he didn’t even ask you what you wanted.  Food tyrant, much?  But when you peeped at the plate and saw all your favorite foods a.k.a. pig intestine sausages, sweet potatoes, and onion salad, little fairies fluttered in your stomach.

  “Hehe,” you twittered when Jongin held a piece of sweet potato crisp up to your lips. 

  You leaned in to take a bite but he teasingly held it higher and higher until you were on your tippy toes. 

  “Oppa!  Hmph,” you slapped his arm and crossed yours over your chest. 

  “I’m just teasing you, Babe,” he cackled and brought the piece right onto your lips. 

  You ate it, not forgetting to take advantage and glob your saliva all over your husband’s hands.  Instead of being mad, he merely laughed at your immaturity. 

  “Jongin-ah!” a familiar voice called. 

  Both of you turned around to see Lee Taemin and Bang Minah, hand in hand.  You wiggled your eyebrow playfully pointing to their intertwined hands.  Minah blushed and hid behind Taemin.

  “Oh ho ho, since when did you two…” your husband said.

  “We’re not together,” Minah waved her hands defensively.

  “…yet” Taemin finished causing both Minah and you to fangirl and swoon. 

  After five minutes of Jongin and you harassing the new couple for information about their secretive relationship, the four of you separated into pairs to catch up; Jongin with Taemin and you with Minah.  Looping your hand through Minah’s, you dragged her up to the rooftop to further grill her. 

  With narrowed eyes and hands on your hips, you said, “Bang Minah, how dare you not tell me something so crucial”. 

  She laughed, nervously poking her two index fingertips together. 

  But then an idea came to her mind and she countered, “Hey!  You didn’t tell me when you were dating Kim Jongin either!”

  “That’s because we weren’t real back then!” you shouted back, shocked by her comeback.  Are we real now…though?

  “Pfftt,” your best friend rolled her eyes.

  “Don’t ‘pffffft’ me, Bang Minah!” you scolded. 

  “Pfffffffffffffffffffffft,” she exaggerated the sound.

  “BANG MINAH!” you hollered.  You couldn’t believe it.  Were you two inseparable best friends, who people constantly mistaken as twins, really fighting over something this insignificant?

  “________ ________!” she shouted back with your name, only ten times louder into your ear. 

  As she does, you lifted your hand to cover your ear but ended up accidentally scratching her cheek. 

  “DID YOU JUST SCRATCH ME?!” she yelled.

  “No, sorry.  Sorry, that was seriously an accident,” you quickly apologized but Minah was fuming. 

  “Jeez, you’re such a baby.  You’re not ready to be a mother,” she said under her breath. 

  You stood still in place with your fists clenched.  First, your husband…now your best friend doubted your ability to be a mother.  You bit your lip when tears threatened to fall.  But because you were stubborn and so upset with your best friend, you clicked your shoes to leave.

  “Hey…_______ah, you’re not mad, are you?” Minah called after you but you slammed the rooftop door in her face. 

  As you went down the stairs, streams of warm liquid slowly poured out of your eyes.  Your back throbbed and the soles of your feet were all pink and blotchy.  It didn’t help that the baby was kicking and kicking harder and harder.  You stopped at a hallway to take a breather and rub your belly to calm the baby down. 

  “Shh, Honey, sorry Omma scared you.  Everything is okay now,” you soothed. 

  “________ ________,” a female voice called. 

  As soon as you saw the big round eyes of Lee Sohee, you immediately turned around.  Not now.  Now’s not the time for this.  But she stepped in front of you to prevent you from leaving. 

  “You think I don’t know that you’re posting all those pictures to brag to me about your wonderful relationship with Oppa?”

  Rolling your eyes, you pushed her aside and kept walking.  She followed closely behind, grabbing your arm. 

  “If it wasn’t you, Oppa and I would still be together.  He’s just treating you well because his father’s company needs your help!” she provoked. 

  “Just…just leave me alone!” you said, exasperated. 

  Flinging her arm away, you stalked off again.  Right now, you needed to either find a place to hide and cry your eyes out or find Jongin and cry in his warm arms.  You chose the latter so you paced yourself to the dining hall, where you both had agreed to meet up at earlier.  To your dismay, Sohee followed. 

  “Just because you have his baby doesn’t mean anything.  He doesn’t love you and won’t keep you after you give birth!” she shouted and you grimaced.

  Her voice kept ringing in your ear.  Your mind was in total panic mode with all the screaming and shouting.  All the socializing, chitchatting, laughter, and background music of the place modge podged into a heap of disaster.  Your back hurt more with every second you were on your feet.  The new flats you had on weren’t as comfortable as your husband had promised.  Minah kept calling your phone.  And from your right, a waiter tried to offer you a piece of cake.  No.  No.  NO!  You needed to escape badly.  So you ran down the stairs.  Sohee’s footsteps ran after you. 

  “Oppa!” you called as your feet touched the last step of the stairway. 

  But instead of falling flat against the marble, your foot missed the step by a few centimeters.  Losing your footing, you stumbled forward.  Your hip came crashing hard against the floor beneath you.  You gasped, stunned and frozen in place.  The noise around you ceased.  Jongin who was across the hall earlier, dashed over. 

  “Jagiya!” he called out, kneeling down beside you. 

  Your lips parted but no sound came out. 

  Out of instincts, Jongin started to lift you into his arms but a fellow guest rushed over hollering for him to stop. 

  “DON’T pick her up!  I’m a doctor,” he spoke then turned to the crowd, “someone, please call the ambulance!”

  Whimpering, you continued to wheeze for air.  You clawed at the floor when the pain in your abdomen set in.  No.  No.  NO.  Out of fear, you refused to look down to check the damage, so you kept your eyes staring straight to nothing in particular.  Helpless, Jongin got down onto the floor with you.  He stroked the back of your head and brought his body closer to yours.  For the first few moments, you even refused to look into Jongin’s eyes. 

  “Jagiya,” his voice lined with devastation. 

  “I-It’s be-because I’m not good en-nough to be a mother,” you heard your voice whisper as the first tear fell.

  “No, no.  Jagiya, don’t do this.  Everything will be okay.  We’ll be fine,” Jongin begged.

  The pain in your stomach was so excruciating it felt as if someone had took a sword, sliced open your abdomen, and scraped along your raw flesh.  You burst into tears, clawing onto Jongin’s hand tightly.  Your loud wails echoed through the large dining hall down to the lobby.  Crowds of people encircled around you to see the commotion.  You don’t even have time to think or to analyze the situation because your brain was just a mass of nothingness. 

  “Oppa…” you heard Sohee’s voice call out.

  “GO!” he bellowed.

  “I didn’t push her…I swear,” she said defensively, her voice shaking.

  With gritted teeth, Jongin threatened, “Lee Sohee, don’t you dare ever come near my wife because if you do anything else to provoke her, I don’t care if you are a female, I will make sure you don’t leave here in one piece.  DO YOU HEAR ME?”

  He finished and laid back down beside you.  By now, you could no longer feel any type of pain, or really any sensation in your body.  Even your loud shattering wails died down into trembling sobs.  For the first time, you placed your palm onto your stomach.  Is it because you don’t want me as your Omma?  I know, Omma is not good enough but I swear if you give me a chance…please if you give me one chance, I’ll do anything – anything to protect you. 

  Jongin placed his hand over yours on your stomach.  You looked into his dark orbs that mirrored your watery ones. 

  “Oppa, can we decide a name for her?” your voice cracked. 

  Because you knew…it was so evident from the beginning that you were unfit for this role as a mother.  But even if the baby leaves you, you wanted to gift her at least a name for willing to stay with you for these past six months…because there was something so melancholy and heart breaking about dying nameless, with no one to remember you…lost and forgotten like the faint howls that faded into the vast seas. 

  “Kim Yoona,” your husband responded, patting your stomach. 

  “Yoona…” you called, rubbing your tummy as well. 

  Kim Yoona.  The name that will forever be engraved in the depths of your heart.  Forever the little piece of you that remained empty and void.  Forever the reason why you’ll never forget the tiny being that once entrusted you with her delicate little life.  You betrayed her.  Yoona, if you give Omma a chance to make it up to you, I swear.  I swear I will do anything. 

    “Oppa…I’m sorry,” you tearfully apologized.  You won’t want to keep me after this.  No one will. 

  With his face twisted, he shook his head and said, “No, it’s fine.  Everything will be fine”. 

  “Oppa…thank you for taking me as your wife,” you heard your voice say in a volume that was almost inaudible.

  “Wh-what?” Jongin asked then begged when your eyelids swung, “Jagiya, don’t sleep”.

  “I…love…you,” you whispered with your last ounce of energy. 

  Your eyes rolled back and you faintly hear your husband’s weeping voice call out to you to stay with him.  Are you really willing to keep me?   

          a/n: why? ╥﹏╥

Oh gosh, I almost posted chapter 7 of Beautiful Distraction instead!  Thank goodness I double checked or else it would have spoiled the whole story.  (Which, btw I can't stop rereading ._.)  

[bngtanah]

I'm (not) With The Band. | Prologue

summary: Adrienne is an indie producer who is hired to help co-produce BTS’ next album alongside their resident producer; Suga. Despite the initial opposition on both ends, the pair spend time together, share a few stories, dreams and aspirations and begin to hit it off really well. Wrapped up in the whirlwind of late nights and heated disagreements and reconciliations, Min Yoongi and Adrienne Rolle find themselves growing closer and closer. One night they decide to cross the barrier between personal and professional and do their best make a relationship work against all odds.

pairing: Min Yoongi  x Named OC

genre: drama, romance, smut

chapters: prologue| o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8| o9| 10| 11|

warning: light angst, smut, fluff, workplace relationship, slow burn, sexual themes, ambw, enemies to friends to lovers, developing relationship

a/n: still a fool. still re-uploading.

"It's good money, Adrienne."

Adrienne rolled her eyes quickly underneath her eyelids and switched her attention away from the woman sitting next to her.

"I get that but there is no way I'm moving to Korea, I can't even find Korea on a map!"

Adrienne and her older sister had been having this roundabout conversation for at least an hour and a half with no end in sight since neither side seemed interested in giving in.

"So what are you going to do? Just stick around here and make amazing songs for shitty rappers and musicians that don't wanna pay you?" Danielle's voice was monotone and completely lacking any tangible emotion but Adrienne could understand that this was her sister's way of trying to appeal to her common sense. "An opportunity like this doesn't knock twice, little one."

Adrienne bit back a witty remark because despite how much she didn't want to admit it she knew that her sister was right. She was barely making ends meet with the seedy pool of customers she had now and the select few that actually paid her on time only wanted to shell out pennies for what Adrienne considered high-quality work. There were times over the past few months when the money wasn't coming in and reactions from her clientele had her seriously doubting her talent that Adrienne genuinely regretted not going to college. There was no a guarantee that she would have been any better off than she was now but the constant 'what if' always made her second guess her choices when things weren't going her way. Her life now wasn't perfect but it was comfortable, she rented an efficiency from one of her sister's friends and worked a few odd jobs here and there to keep up with the bills. It was a simple life that she enjoyed and Adrienne wasn't so sure she had the courage to give it up.

"Alright, let's say I go for it" Adrienne stated in a softer voice.

"What happens if I can't keep up or they hate all my songs or they hate me? I wouldn't be able to come back here as a failure and honestly, Dani I don't know if I have what it takes to do this." Her voice wavered with raw insecurity as she nervously she began pulling on the ends of one of her long braids.

If Adrienne was being honest with herself, her own self-doubts were the main obstacle holding her back from just accepting this job. She was reasonably excited about the thought of moving to a different country and Danielle; who was married and expecting a child of her own, was the only family she had left. It was time for her to stop depending on her for so much and start carving out her own place in the world.

"Do you really think they would have contacted you if they didn't think you were more than good enough?"

"To be honest, I don't know why they reached out to me in the first place. All the music on my SoundCloud is in English and I've never heard of this company before they emailed me."

"Because it's good, dumb-dumb!" Danielle exclaimed while tugging on one of her sister's braids. "What's the name of these people again, you know I have to google," She asked with her phone already in hand.

"BigHit, I already looked them up. It's legit"

Danielle nodded but dismissed Adrienne's statement with a flick of her wrist, she needed to research everything for herself if she was going to send her baby sister off to some strange company for a job that may not even be real.

"Seriously, Dani I've looked it up they are an actual music company" Adrienne leaned forward to snatch the phone out of her hands, "They told me that if I decide to work with them I'd be working with a boyband called BTS."

"Boyband? Those still exist?"

"Yes! I was so confused at first but they're the real deal...which is another reason I don't want to go. I've been researching their songs from last year and the year before that and I don't know who's doing their music now but it's really good. Here, listen to this-"

Adrienne tossed her sister's phone back onto the couch and pulled her laptop off the coffee table and onto her lap, "It's all in Korean so ignore the words and just pay attention to the melody like I did" she informed as she pulled up 'Let Me Know', one of the recent tracks she'd been replaying.

Her eyes fell closed gently once she hit play and the first note rang out and Adrienne allowed herself to become lost in the music once again, she couldn't understand the lyrics but even without knowing the language Adrienne knew too well the feeling of heartache and desperation this song was meant to make you feel. That was always something she appreciated about music, no matter where you were from or how old you were a good song could bring people together in ways that words often couldn't. To Adrienne music truly was a universal language.

Once the song finished Adrienne put her laptop aside and looked up at her sister with a childlike stare, anticipating her reaction. "What? It's pretty" Danielle responded and Adrienne's shoulders immediately slumped downward.

"Pretty? Is that all you have to say?" 

"Yup. That's my review, it is a pretty song." 

"You sicken me, do you know that? If you weren't carrying my niece we would be pillow fighting right now." Adrienne grumbled and leaned down to pressed a kiss to Danielle's rounded tummy. She wasn't big yet but she was definitely beginning to show. 

"I keep telling you not to get your hopes up, Lloyd's siblings are all boys."

Adrienne pursed her lips and ignored Danielle then whispered to her stomach. "Shhh, I can tell you're a girl." 

"Stop talking to my fetus and get back up here, I'm not joking with you Andy I really think you should go for this job"

Adrienne bit the inside of cheek and slumped back against the cushions, she was silent for a few minutes as she tried to collect her thoughts and recall all the points that were made in their previous conversation.

"How am I supposed to fly half way around the world and tell these people that I can make better music than what they have now?"

Danielle sighed, her fingertips grazing over Adrienne's shoulder to gain her attention before pulling her into her arms to hug her and rest her chin against the top of Adrienne's head. 

"Do you think you're talented?"

"Yes....but-"

"Butts are for ashtrays, Adrienne. You are talented and that's the end of it, when you worry too much about comparing yourself to other people then you start in with the doubts. You didn't go to them they came to you, that wouldn't have happened if they didn't know that you were more than qualified for this." 

"I don't want to leave you."

"Oh little one," Danielle cooed and kissed Adrienne's scalp, threading her fingers through the younger girls braids, "I am going to be fine, I have Lloyd! And you're going to be making so many new friends you won't even have time to miss me."

Adrienne sniffed and wrapped her arms around her sister in a tighter hold, "You better not have this kid until I can come back and visit" She replied through the few tears that were falling from the brim of her eyes.

"Does that mean you're going?"

"I guess I'm moving to Korea."

"This isn't a joke, right? There aren't any hidden cameras, you're really going to let me do this?"

The excitement in Yoongi's voice was as foreign and authentic as the short happy dance he did in the middle of Bang Si-Hyuk's office before he caught hold of himself and regained his cool composure. 

"Yes I'm being serious" Si-Hyuk answered with a tiny grin "You've been showing a lot of improvement lately and I think you should take the lead on producing the group's next release."

Pale pink lips spread into a wide and almost child-like grin, those were words that Yoongi never thought he would hear. He always appreciated being able to contribute a song or two to their albums but to have the control and relative creative freedom over an entire body of work for his group was a professional goal that he never thought possible so early in his career. It really was too good to be true.

"Of course..." Si-Hyuk spoke up again and Yoongi came crashing back down to reality. 

"With your schedules and other responsibilities, it wouldn't be ideal to leave all the work on your shoulders alone."

"I assumed the producers here would be assisting me"

"Most of them are busy with other projects, we've decided to contract someone from the outside to co-produce along with you."

Yoongi nodded and leaned back in his seat, pressing his index finger against his lips in thought and to prevent himself from speaking out of turn. He didn't like this idea one bit and the previous feeling of excitement he had was dulled significantly by the thought of having to collaborate with someone he didn't even know. He wanted to speak up, voice his opposition before he was saddled with the dead weight of a co-producer who probably had no idea what they were doing. But he knew it wasn't his place to say no to a plan that was already in motion and he didn't want to jeopardize the opportunity he was being granted. 

"Okay, when do we start?"

[bngtanah]

I’m (not) With The Band. | o5

summary: Adrienne is an indie producer who is hired to help co-produce BTS’ next album alongside their resident producer; Suga. Despite the initial opposition on both ends, the pair spend time together, share a few stories, dreams and aspirations and begin to hit it off really well. Wrapped up in the whirlwind of late nights and heated disagreements and reconciliations, Min Yoongi and Adrienne Rolle find themselves growing closer and closer. One night they decide to cross the barrier between personal and professional and do their best make a relationship work against all odds.

pairing: idol!Yoongi  x Named OC

word count: 7k genre: drama, romance, smut(eventually)

chapters: prologue| o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8| o9| 10| 11|

warning: light angst, smut, fluff, workplace relationship, slow burn, sexual themes, ambw, enemies to friends to lovers, developing relationship

a/n: still a fool. still re-uploading.

"No, I've got today off, technically. My partner and his band mates have a super packed schedule today and I can't finish the two songs we have without him so I'm just working on stuff at home, personal things."

"You're going to stay at home all day? Why not explore, make some friends?"

The fatigue in Danielle's voice was clear and Adrienne felt guilty for keeping her sister up so late but it was barely mid-morning where she was and they hardly had any time to catch up with one another since Adrienne and the rest of the team had worked even harder in an attempt to finish the album ahead of schedule. They had months until it was due to be completed and Adrienne didn't really see the point in grinding so hard so early but Yoongi didn't seem to share that sentiment since whenever Adrienne brought it up he repeated that he would rather have everything done as early as possible than lag behind. It was annoying but Andy couldn't bother to argue in favour of laziness.

"I have friends, the boys are my friends and they're all busy today," Andy chuckled and slid down further into the corner of the couch she was currently wedged into. 

"Find friends that aren't busy 362 days of the year," Danielle countered with a small yawn.

Adrienne snickered and silently rolled her eyes, just imagining the judgmental look Danielle must have been giving her. "Yeah, I'll get right on that," She replied with heavy sarcasm, earning a small annoyed groan from the older woman.

"You little brat."

Adrienne giggled.

"If you won't go make new friends, at least, tell me about the boy band. Are they as corny as I think they are?"

"They are actually not corny at all..." Adrienne paused as the image of Jungkook and Hoseok improvising a dance that would put her interpretive stretching to shame during their practice the night before came to mind  "They're not as corny as you think they are.... most of the time."

"Mhm, so they're corny as hell. Is your partner still being a dick?"

"Yes... and no? I've been watching him and he pretty much treats everyone the same way, snippy and kinda rude but I don't think he's truly a dick. I think he's one of those people that wants everyone to think their an ass but he's actually kind of sweet and caring, generous-"

"Is he cute?"

"I-What?" Adrienne sputtered and sat up straight.

Danielle cackled as softly as she could and rested a hand against her rounded stomach, "Girl I know you heard me. Is he cute?"

"I don't know..... I haven't really paid attention to that." Adrienne threaded her fingertips through her braids and scratched her scalp in thought "I guess he's not ugly, I'll send you a picture you can judge." Andy pulled her cell phone away from her ear and swiped her fingers across the surface to send a picture she'd taken a few days earlier.

"He looks pissed." 

She heard Danielle commenting as she pressed the receiver back to her ear.

"Yeah... I had to force him to take it with me, I don't know how to make him smile yet."

"Why do you still have those braids in your head?"

Adrienne groaned, "Listen, you can only judge one person at a time me or Yoongi,"

"Is that is his name?"

Adrienne grunted a yes and aimlessly bit down on her fingernails, suddenly finding her sister approval very necessary. 

"It doesn't really matter if I think he's cute, do you?"

"It doesn't matter if I do either! We work together." Adrienne groaned and threw herself back against the cushions.

"Right, because being attracted to someone you work with is something Adrienne would never do."

The sarcasm was noted but ignored for Danielle's sake.

"It is. Besides, you know I'm more attracted to talent and shit than appearance."

"And....?"

"Annnd. I think Yoongi is..... very talented." Andy replied with an immediate smile that spread into an even wider grin when Danielle began laughing at her response.

"Not to totally change the subject or anything but how is my niece?"

"Your niece OR nephew has released the stranglehold on my bladder to rest for a few hours before waking me up at the ass crack of dawn to begin the terror again, I should be in a deep sleep right now."

"Shit, what time is there?"

"A little after 1."

"Seriously? Go to bed Dani."

"No, it's fine we can talk. Lloyd is asleep and I'm in the living room being sneaky."

"Danielle please take your pregnant ass to bed, I'm about to start working anyway so I can't talk anymore."

"... Are you sure?"

"Positive. Good night!"

"Love ya, little one. Wait, one last question, you're still flying in the week of my due date right? Lloyd and I just finished up the guest room."

"Love you too, and of course I'll be there my niece won't be born without me there to welcome her into the world."

Danielle chuckled before bidding her younger sister goodnight one last time and hanging up.

Adrienne pouted once the call was disconnected and tossed her phone onto the coffee table. She missed her sister more than she realised and each time they got the chance to talk it only made Andy feel more discouraged; instead of finding comfort in her older sister's voice she only focused on the fact that she was still so far away from everything she knew and even though her daily life was becoming easier for her to manage alone Andy still had to come home to an empty apartment and leave voice mails for her only family member to return half a day later. It was mildly depressing.

Huffing a brief sigh, Adrienne forced herself upwards and off the couch; she had no plans of letting her momentary gloom take over the rest of her day. Her arms stretched for the ceiling as Andy began searching for her laptop so she could begin tinkering with the few songs she planned on keeping for herself. A faint smile dusted her lips when she found the machine and Yoongi's voice played in her head; repeating his judgmental question about why she had so many stickers on her laptop. Her sister's question had honestly taken her aback, not because she didn't find Yoongi cute but because she wasn't sure if that was the right adjective to describe him with. Puppies and kittens were cute, but Min Yoongi was something Andy just didn't know how to define yet.

Almost like clockwork, just as the laptop booted up and Adrienne felt comfortable with her legs crossed in the couch, there was a series of frantic knocks against Adrienne's front door and she cursed under her breath as she unfolded her legs and got up to stomp towards the door. Her lips were twisted into a scowl while she unlocked the door and pulled it open but the person on the other side made her eyebrow knit closely together with uncertainty rather than anger. 

"Yoongi-ssi?"

Yoongi was out of breath with his hand gripping the door frame to catch himself, dressed in a disheveled sweater and a pair of ripped jeans Adrienne had seen him in far too many times and a pair of sneakers that seemed to give him an extra inch of height. Andy smiled brightly as she always did when they met but her eyes still gave away just how confused she was to see him at her door.

"Is everything okay Y-"

"I can't wait anymore Andy, I need you." Yoongi emitted in a hurried reply and Adrienne's eyes went wide with shock, her heart unexpectedly beat faster and the tips of her ears burn with warmth. There was something in the way he gasped her name while still attempting to catch his breath and the look of purpose in his eyes when he stopped looking at the ground and caught her gaze that was inexplicably attractive. Adrienne would deny it if questioned but an instant flush of heat rushed both to her cheeks and between her legs when she returned his eye contact.

"Need me... What?"

"I need you to come with me," Yoongi repeated, this time completing his sentence and giving Andy the chance to breathe a sigh of relief "I don't have time to explain everything but the release date moved up and we now have a month less to finish."

The brief statement brought Adrienne's priorities back to the forefront and her arms and jaw dropped when he was done.

"What?! How do they expect us to finish everything an entire month early, this is bullshit!"

"Yeah, I know. Can you complain on the way to the car? Everyone's waiting."

"Oh... Maybe you can say that first next time? Just give me a second to get dressed," Adrienne replied quickly as she spun around and closed the door in Yoongi's face.

It only took her a few minutes to dress and collect what tools she could carry along with her but for Yoongi, it might as well have been an hour. His foot tapped against the ground impatiently as he glanced down at his watch with every passing second, then ran to the entrance of the alleyway to silence the honking before returning to Adrienne's door just as she was walking out with her laptop and backpack in tow.

"Does it always take you this long to get dressed?"

"It was three minutes Yoongi, you can't show up at my apartment unannounced and expect me to run around on your schedule" Adrienne answered as she locked her front door and began following Yoongi towards the van where she could see the rest of the boys waiting to pull off.

"It wasn't unannounced, I called you five times, but you didn't answer."

Andy perked up to argue but instead pulled her mobile phone from her back pocket and bit down on her bottom lip when she saw that there were multiple missed calls from his number and a few text messages.

"Sorry, I was on a call and it was on silent," She said with a sheepish grin while she shoved the device back into her pocket and fought with pushing her laptop into her backpack.

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and gestured for her to hand him the bag and laptop so she could walk faster. 

"Learn how you answer your cell phone, this could have been a disaster," He chastised as he swung the strap over his shoulder.

"Of course, Leader-nim," 

"Don't call me that, you know I don-"

Adrienne cut off Yoongi's whining once they reached the open door of the van by greeting everyone in her cheery fashion and taking the first empty seat available, followed by Yoongi who took the seat next to her and pushed her rucksack back towards her once the van pulled forward. Despite their smiling faces when the rest of the boys greeted her, Adrienne could tell that their energy was waning; it was only the middle of the day but she was sure they had already completed a full day's work, with hours of grinding left to go. Andy was already tired just thinking about what they had left to do.

"So where are we headed now?" Adrienne asked, pulling her backpack close to her chest.

"Video and photo shoot, it's probably going to take the rest of the day," Namjoon replied from his seat up front "They're usually really boring but it might not be so bad with you around" He continued and turned around to smile gently in Adrienne's direction. Andy mirrored his grin and opened her mouth to reply before she heard Yoongi's clearing his throat to get her attention.

"We don't really have time for this, I came for you so we could finish working not catch up with everyone," Yoongi said listlessly once Adrienne was looking at him and she nodded without answering. She knew that if she had answered her words would not have been docile so Adrienne found it best just to let him simmer in his attitude if he wanted to do that. Yoongi shot a Namjoon a brief look as Adrienne leaned forward to pull out her laptop and Namjoon took the hint to turn around, for now, he had plenty of chances to talk to Andy for the rest of the day and he knew that Yoongi was always a little testy about his music, it was better for everyone to not disturb him.

Yoongi however, wasn't worried about finishing their work on time at all. He did want everything to be finished as quickly as possible but his desire to stop his friend from getting any closer to Adrienne was much, much larger. They had a rapport that was too easy for Yoongi to fight against without revealing his 'innocent' crush or making it seem like he didn't like Adrienne which couldn't be further from the truth. It was childish and immature of him to basically call ‘dibs’ on her just because he saw her first but.... he had seen her first and just because he didn't want to risk his career by allowing himself to give into his temptations didn't mean that anyone else got to do so.

All of this went unnoticed by Adrienne who was trying to pull her laptop out of a bag she'd only just realised was way too small for it. Once she was done fighting with it, she exhaled and flipped the monitor upwards to allow it to boot up.

"Before you whine, I rearranged the hook on track 2," She said to Yoongi who immediately scrunched up his features and groaned but Andy held up a hand and continued speaking. "No whining! It sounds a lot better now, trust me."

"We spent two hours on that hook last night."

"I know, and it still didn't sound good, so I changed it. Just listen" Adrienne sighed and placed her headphones over Yoongi's ears then tapped the space bar on her keyboard. Yoongi's head nodded along to beat in silence, which Andy took as a pleasant sign since she knew he would be quick to complain if she had made the song worse.

"It's good," Yoongi replied simply as he handed Adrienne back the headphones.

"I know it is. You should trust me sometimes Yoongi, I know what I'm doing."

Yoongi shrugged and pretend to be nonplussed but Adrienne's lips spread into an arrogant lopsided smile that Yoongi hated to find so adorable. Headphones went over both of their heads and the two of them spent the rest of the ride reaching over one another to replay or 'fix' a certain part, silently arguing for the entire hour it took for them to reach the destination. By the time the van had rolled to a stop and everyone inside exited slowly, Adrienne and Yoongi had dissected every single second of their track and they still weren't any closer to being content with it. The squabble over whether to add the water droplet sound effect was being put on hold when Yoongi got out of the van and joined the rest of the boys rushing towards the venue where apparently everyone had already been waiting for them to show up. Adrienne recognised one of their managers as she trailed behind them, looking for a place to set up her laptop, but once he spotted the group approaching the neutral expression on his face soured.

"Where have you been?!" He exclaimed as he stormed towards them "Everyone here has been waiting for you to show up, do you know how much it cost for us to rent this space?"

Adrienne frowned, knowing that they were probably late because they had to come pick her up and then wait for her to get ready. She took a step forward and prepared to relay this information but a hand grabbing her wrist made her stop mid-step, Andy looked to her side and noticed Yoongi's quick head shake and the added pressure he put on her small wrist. She wasn't sure how he recognised that she was planning to say something or why he had stopped her but something about the way his eyes silently pleaded with her made her obey and remain silent. Instead, Namjoon took responsibility for them being late, stating a reason that used a few words Adrienne wasn't familiar with and he accompanied his apology with a deep 90-degree bow that all the boys mimicked. The manager huffed an exasperated sigh and pressed his thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose.

"Just go get ready, enough time has been wasted already."

Before Adrienne got a chance to question Yoongi's action or ask Namjoon why he hadn't just told his manager the real reason for them being late, all seven of them spread out in different directions followed by the team of stylists and makeup artists in charge of dressing them for the shoot. That left Adrienne standing alone in the middle of the set looking lost and a little out of place, she quickly rectified that by searching for a familiar face from the BigHit staff or a table where she could set up her laptop and charge it; whichever came first.  Eventually, she found both a table with a socket nearby and someone to talk to; a stylist named Hye-Ji that Adrienne became acquainted with during her first week of official work. Once she had everything set up and ready to go Andy asked Hye-ji where she could find the dressing rooms, which earned her a playfully suspicious look but the stylist pointed in the general direction adding a faint “Try not to get caught,” behind her as she moved away. Adrienne planned on asking her what she possibly thought she would be caught doing but she left that where it was; all she wanted to do was apologise to Namjoon for having him take the blame for something she did before he got too busy to talk.

There were three different dressing rooms in the area that Hye-ji had pointed out and Adrienne lucked out with the first one being occupied by Jimin and Hoseok who were already fully dressed since she'd just barged in and completely forgotten to knock. She apologized profusely even though they were too busy laughing to actually notice her apologizing or leaving. At the next door she definitely remembered to knock on and sighed in relief when she heard Namjoon's deep voice answer.

"Namjoon, it's me. Are you dressed?"

A second of silence passed before the door cracked open and Namjoon smiled, revealing his exceptionally deep dimples as he stepped outside completely dressed in winter gear in the middle of the summer for some reason. 

"Something wrong?" He asked while closing the door behind him.

"No, I just wanted to apologise for earlier; you're manager chewing you guys out and everything. You didn't have to take the blame it was my fault you guys were late."

"We decided to come for you, so it wasn't really your fault and truthfully it doesn't really matter who's fault it actually was. I'm the leader which means I've gotta take responsibility regardless, so don't worry about it. We've made him angrier than that before." Namjoon garnished his reassurance with a smile that made Adrienne feel a bit better while she looked up at him.

"You're good a leader, Namjoon."

"Thanks" He replied before catching his manager's eye again, he should have been in the makeup chair already, "Uh, I've gotta go, you'll be around right?"

Adrienne nodded and waved as she watched the tall lanky boy run towards the makeup booth, quickly bowing to his manager again on his way. "Silly boy," Adrienne chuckled as she turned to walk in the opposite direction. She paused in front of the last dressing room since the door was still closed and she was fairly certain she knew who was still inside since she had already walked in on Jimin and Hoseok. Jin, Jungkook and Taehyung were already at the makeup booth. That left only Yoongi who apparently did not rush like the rest of them. After a second of debate, Adrienne knocked on the door and pressing an ear to the door.

"Yoongi-ssi?"

A grumbled string of words that vaguely sounded like 'come in' replied and Adrienne hesitated before opening the door and stepping inside. Then immediately regretting that decision once she was behind the closed door and less than a foot away from Yoongi who still was only half dressed. Andy's hand flew to cover her eyes before she squealed softly.

"I thought you said come in!" She asked, sounding slightly agitated.

"I did," Yoongi replied flatly.

"But you're not wearing a shirt,"

"So? Have you never seen a man shirtless before?" He asked and looked over towards Adrienne, slightly chuckling once he caught sight of her covering her face.

"Yes..." Andy said between her fingers as she separated them just slightly before dropping her hand entirely. He definitely was not the first man she'd seen without a shirt but Yoongi wasn't just some man, he was her coworker and somehow this felt... inappropriate. Was it inappropriate? Or was Adrienne just working herself up for no reason, there didn't have to be any reason for it to be improper if she wasn't attracted to him. That fact was becoming harder to deny as she shamelessly allowed her eyes roam over his exposed skin; he wasn't particularly muscular or defined but Adrienne just could bring herself to look away. That is until he moved forward and Adrienne remembered that he could see her ogling him though judging by the look on his face he didn't seem to care that much.

"Is there a reason you're here?"

"Yes! I wanted to apologise for being late, I didn't know how tight your schedule was,"

"Okay," Yoongi answered and took another step forward. There wasn't much space in the room as it was and the more he moved forward the harder it became for Adrienne to focus on what she wanted to say, she hadn't noticed his cologne before in the van but now with his bare skin being so close to her body Andy could easily inhale the scent and it was partially clouding her thoughts.

Why was he so close to her, anyway? 

"Is that all?" Yoongi asked while reaching forward to grab the shirt that was hanging on a hook above Adrienne's head.

She turned her head and quietly muttered the word 'oh' underneath her breath "Um, no I also wanted to ask you why stopped me earlier, it wasn't fair for Namjoon to take all the heat. I just wanted to set the record straight,"

Yoongi chuckled softly, well something between a scoff and a chuckle, as he pulled the shirt over his head and moved towards the seat on the other side of the room to put his shoes on.

"Namjoon is the leader, they would have made it his fault anyway, so taking the blame wouldn't have helped anything because Namjoon would just be asked why he couldn't keep better control of his team by making sure that everyone was ready on time." Yoongi tied his laces and Andy nodded softly "Besides, if I can be completely honest, he probably wouldn't have listened to you. You're new and some of the staff still don't even know your name so you stepping to the front would just have been seen as arrogant instead of helpful."

Yoongi stood up once his shoes were tied and moved towards the door again where Adrienne was still trying to make sense of his words. In some roundabout way, it sounded like he was trying to protect her but that train of thought opened an entirely new world of possibilities that Adrienne didn't want to explore.

"That's it right?"

Yoongi's question made Adrienne look up, and she startled herself when his face was just a few inches away from her own, well the lower half of his face anyway, the gentle half smile on his lips made Adrienne forget that he was trying to get out of the room and not flirting with her.

"Yeah.... that's all I had to say."

"Then can you move out of the way?"

Adrienne looked down at his hand on the door and her body pressed against it then quickly shuffled out of the way, muttering a soft "Sorry" as Yoongi exited the room and left her behind groan and mentally kick herself for coming in here in the first place. If anyone saw her there was no way they wouldn't get the wrong idea about her innocent intentions.

Adrienne may have been fretting about being misunderstood but on the other side of the door Yoongi was smug with pleasure, on the inside. He was still planning to keep his distance with Andy but there was nothing he could do about her coming to him. Sure, he didn't have to tell her to come in when he knew he wasn't fully dressed and there definitely was no reason for him to get so close to her when she could have easily just handed him the shirt but Yoongi enjoyed the way she reacted to him. It bolstered his ego and since there was no way he could outright flirt with her like Namjoon seemed so comfortable doing so he would have to settle for moments like this. They were good enough to sate his interest for now. The sound of one of the makeup artists calling for him to take a seat made Yoongi shuffle at a quicker pace but he was still trailing behind the rest of the group who were already done getting ready.

"You're moving so slowly today, hyung" Hoseok commented from the makeup chair next to his where he was waiting to be called for his solo shoot.

“I don't think I'm moving any slower than usual” Yoongi answered while the makeup artist dusted a powdery substance over his cheeks, he restrained himself from visibly grimacing. Makeup was always his least favorite part of this process.

Hoseok smirked and shook his head, swiveling the chair to face Yoongi's profile, “No you're definitely lagging, but the question is why?”

Yoongi didn't respond or even look to the side as Hoseok continued to goad him, he would not play along with whatever he was doing to ease his boredom.

"You can't be that tired since when you are you're usually the first one ready so you can nap while the rest of us are getting ready..." 

Yoongi remained stoic and Hoseok's scrutinising gaze became more pointed. "It's probably not your music either because you seem to trust Andy-noona with making decisions and you look.... happy not tired."

Yoongi sighed tossed his head back which made the makeup artist gasp and scold him for moving but Hoseok smiled like he was on the verge of discovering a prize and kept on pestering. 

"Which makes me wonder why she was looking for you earlier, she came to me and Jimin's dressing room thinking it was yours." 

Yoongi tensed just slightly but still refused to engage.

"I think she was looking for Namjoon too but I saw him come out of his dressing room and talk to her, I did not see you—"

"Hoseok."

Yoongi's one word made Hoseok stop mid-sentence and press a hand to his lips when Yoongi turned to face him (against the makeup artist's wishes again) he didn't glare or scowl at the younger male but the look on his face expressed how little he that he felt like playing games at that moment.

"Do you have something meaningful to say or do you just want to continue rambling bullshit and annoying me?"

His words might have been threatening to anyone else but Hoseok just took that as confirmation that he was hiding something he didn't want anyone to know. "I'll leave you alone as soon as you tell me what the deal is with you and Andy." Hoseok grinned. 

"There isn't one, bye."

"You don't expect me to believe that why was she in—"

"She came to apologise," Yoongi hissed in an annoyed whisper once the makeup artist cleared him to get up and leave, Hoseok trailed after him as he moved away from the makeup booth. "She wanted to say sorry for being late, there's no big secret."

"Oh. Well, why didn't she apologise to us? We got yelled at too!"

"I don't know maybe she doesn't like you." Yoongi shrugged.

Hoseok frowned and stopped walking for a few seconds "Hey... that's not funny we're friends. And that doesn't completely answer my question, her apologising wouldn't make you look happy..."

"You are so annoying, this is probably why she doesn't like you" Yoongi pointed out with a smug grin as he spun around to face Hoseok before walking off again.

"You're not funny hyung! Does she really not like me?" Hoseok called after Yoongi but he didn't answer.

It took three hours to get through the boys individual shots and another two to organise them for the group shots. Yoongi took every break he could to find Andy and continue their work but it was more than difficult for them to make any actual progress when he was pulled away to change his outfit or retouch his hair and makeup every five minutes. Adrienne didn't really mind, though. She enjoyed being able to admire the boys working and as far she was concerned they were done with both tracks. Whether she intended to or not she focused on Yoongi for most of the day, watching the way his expression changed when he was in front of the camera, even the way his body moved was different. He seemed to transform into a completely different person with each click of the camera shutter; he was confident masculine and actually sexy at certain points and Adrienne found herself hard pressed to look away even after being caught staring by both Yoongi and Hye-ji multiple times.

They completed the group photo-shoot in record time; two and half hours, and the crew immediately began setting up for the video shooting which really just meant getting rid of the backdrop and guiding the extras to their marks. That simple task presented a problem when apparently there weren't enough extras hired to fill in the gaps of the background, leaving spaces to be filled by whichever staff members were dressed nicely enough. Unfortunately for her, Adrienne never left her house unless she looked her best which meant she was one of the first plucked up from her seat and guided the video set. Despite her arguing that she didn't need to be there and that she would even cause a distraction, the director ignored her reasoning and countered that she would barely be seen in the back where they placed her, they only needed to fill a space.

The title track that Adrienne knew the boys would promote once the album was finished began playing and Andy followed along with the crowd and swayed back and forth to the beat. They were supposed to look like they were at a party so Adrienne did her best to follow direction but remain inconspicuous, a plan that failed once she saw Yoongi awkwardly shuffling in her direction and a few suspicious eyes turned to look at her.

"Is that how you dance?" She taunted once he was close enough, and he nodded and kept shifting his weight from one foot to another. 

"Sorry," Yoongi leaned over to say after a few seconds had passed. 

"For what?"

"I think I made you uncomfortable earlier, that wasn't my intention."

Adrienne nodded and smiled, biting down on her bottom lip out of habit, "Thank you, but that's not necessary I wasn't uncomfortable just... surprised."

She smiled at him so keenly and Yoongi found himself so entranced by her expression that he almost missed his cue to join the group dance, something that may not have been picked up by anyone else but it definitely did not go unnoticed by choreography leader Jung Hoseok. It took another 10 identical takes for the director to be satisfied with what he captured and Adrienne silently praised the heavens when they could finally leave. Everyone was back into the clothes they arrived in and ready to leave within in minutes, save for Adrienne who had been waiting by the van since they left to get undressed. It felt like it took twice as long to drive back to the studio than before and once they arrived the look on everyone's face read that they would rather be anywhere else than here. But, the boys had to practice and Adrienne and Yoongi had songs to produce. 

A loud and guttural moan left Adrienne's lips once she was walking through the doorframe of the Bangtan room and throwing her body onto the couch. Followed by Yoongi who was quiet as he settled down into the office chair in front of the console. 

"I don't know how you do this every day," Adrienne commented with her face still smothered in the couch.

"You become numb to it after a while... complaining doesn't help so why bother?"

Andy rolled her eyes and sat up to make faces at the back of his head, tossing her backpack on the seat next to her. Yoongi was already opening programs on the computer and could see her in the reflection of the glass monitor but ignored her until she stopped pulling faces and ended up just staring like she had been for most of the day.

"What's wrong with you?" Yoongi commented with his head still turned away from Andy.

"What are you talking about?"

"You've been staring at me all day."

"No, I have-" Adrienne began to lie but him turning around to glare gave her pause, "I didn't think you would notice."

"You didn't think I'd notice your big brown eyes looking at me all day?"

She smirked slightly at his choice of words but shook her head from side to side.

"No? I was just trying to figure something out."

"Figure what out?"

"My sister asked me if you were cute and I didn't have an answer for her so today I was trying to figure it out."

"Hm." Yoongi replied and turned back around as if that answer was completely reasonable. "Did you come to a conclusion?"

"About you being cute? I don't know.... I mean Jungkook is cute, Jimin is cute but you aren’t really like them."

"Thank you" He replied, making Adrienne laugh.

"The results of my study today were inconclusive but if I ever figure it out, you'll be the first to know. I did figure out something else today."

"What?"

"You're short."

"I'm taller than you!"

"I'm like 158 cm, Yoongi, are you really proud of that?"

Adrienne grinned and Yoongi did nothing to conceal the gum revealing grin that spread across his lips, "Whatever."

"I also just remembered I haven't asked my question of the day yet."

Yoongi made a grunting noise for her to go ahead but Adrienne was stuck.

"Erm, I haven't thought of one yet. You go first."

He exhaled but did as she asked anyway, "What is your favourite BTS song?"

"Seriously? Any question and you want to know that?"

"You don't have to answer."

"No, I do! Those are the rules, it's just a lame question," Andy snickered "Right now I have two; 'Just One Day' and 'Move', it's weird because your kind of the reason they're my favourites."

"What do you mean?"

"When I first started researching all your music, I didn't understand it so I just listened to whatever sounded good, but now I can understand most of what you guys are saying and your verses on Just One Day and Move are....... poetry. Like, the production and whatever are great but it's your words that really make the song what it is for me, you have this way of precisely capturing the subject of a song and putting it all in your verse. Especially Just One Day, when I read the lyrics for that I seriously had heart palpitations it's so good. I want someone to feel that way about spending the day with me." 

Adrienne rounded off her explanation with a momentary burst of laughter and her hands pressed tightly to her heart but Yoongi was left slightly stunned. He always enjoyed being complimented for his work but no one had every really explained what they liked about his music quite the same way she just had. It seemed ridiculous to say but hearing her talk so deeply made his heart melt.

Yoongi's eyes softened as he turned to around to look at Adrienne, not because he wanted to cry but because her words genuinely moved him.

"I think I know what my question is n- are you alright?" Adrienne asked when she looked up and met his eye line.

"I'm fine," Yoongi answered quickly and rubbed a hand down the length of his face, "What do you want to know?"

"Look who's suddenly eager for my questions now that he's been complimented!" She teased "I want to know what your favourite part of making music is."

"Ah, that's easy. When it's done."

"That's such a boring answer, I gave you an analysis."

"I don't mean when I literally finish a song and hand it over, I mean when everything is done, and it's released to the public. There have always been so many people in my ear telling me that I shouldn't be doing this or that I should have pursued some other career so when I finish a song and release it and I can visibly see that so many people all over the world are enjoying something that I made... It gives me a reason to keep doing this and prove anyone that's ever doubted me wrong."

"Wow," Adrienne sighed and leaned back into the couch "So basically you want your entire career to be one giant 'fuck you' to the haters? Nice." 

Yoongi nodded and swiveled around in his seat once again, allowing Adrienne to smile as wide as she wanted without feeling embarrassed by him watching her. He was opening up to her, slowly, but it was happening and that's all that mattered. It felt like they were genuinely becoming friends and that made Adrienne happy because that was all she wanted from the beginning. Of course, her definition of friendship didn't include wanted to see him shirtless again, but that was an issue she would deal with some other day.

"I think I’m going to go home now," Adrienne said behind a yawn as she stood to her feet.

"But we haven't rechecked the music."

"I trust you, and I think both of the songs are good enough to be sent in. If you want to change something, then you can I'm giving you the authority, try not to work too hard," She stated while she stood behind him and rubbed his shoulders with both her hands, then absentmindedly smoothed them down over his biceps before she could stop herself. The sudden contact and proximity made Yoongi shudder in a way that was not missed by Adrienne but neither of them brought any attention to that or the change in the air between them. Yoongi craned his head to look up at Andy over his shoulder and Adrienne's hands were still gently gripping his biceps when a knock on the door broke their momentary gaze.

Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung were stumbling inside, massaging their muscles and complaining about the recent additions to the choreography and Adrienne took the chance to slip out as quickly as she could after saying goodnight to all of them.

Yoongi hardly listened to what his younger members were saying because his mind was still focused on how good Adrienne's small hands felt against his skin. If nobody had walked in at that moment he was sure he would have kissed her and that just wasn't the kind of thing coworkers did. Although Yoongi honestly thought he had the self-control to keep himself from desiring anything other than a professional relationship with Adrienne, he was proving more and more every day that that may not be possible.

What scared him most of all was that he was beginning not to care.

[verdigrisprowl]

Nov 30 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Sleight

Prowl showed up for the first time in ages, at Bonecrusher’s request, to show Buzzsaw the finished avatar that Bonecrusher was working on. Buzzsaw thinks it should be in a gallery, and is prepared to arrange it. Prowl isn’t going to admit that he’s proud of Bonecrusher, but he told everyone whose attention he attracted for more than three seconds that Bonecrusher is going to be in an art gallery.

Except Whirl. Prowl’s mad at Whirl. Whirl killed Imperius Drax.

The movie was good, not that Prowl would know, because he didn’t pay attention to it. Whirl did though. Whirl shouldn’t have.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. B l u r r: / yes he is here. Skids in on pedes / B l u r r: [[ brb! ]] B l u r r: [[ im back! ]] B l u r r: [[ y'all lemme know when you ready! ]] FakeProwl: ((CRO ARE U HERE i asked you a question on skype)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((YES sorry moment of distraction I AM HERE)) FakeProwl: ((o7)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((and generally ready)) B l u r r: [[ okie. ]] Bevel: ((also ready B l u r r: [[ i shall wait for everyone yes ]] Bevel: ((it is cold in my room but the heater makes horrible annoying noises so I am distracted B l u r r: [[ rude. ]] B l u r r: [[ of the heater, i mean ]] FakeProwl: ((I'm here and ready)) B l u r r: [[ okie. After this song, we start. ]] B l u r r: [[ >>;; cause i like this song ]] FakeProwl: *a Very Extremely Majorly Uncomfortable-Looking Nova Prime appears* FakeProwl: ((it's a Good song)) B l u r r: [[ its my favorite part ;A; ] Bevel: *bulky tank bot Bevel has arrived* B l u r r: / He is here and throwing himself on his couch / ItsyBitsySpyers: Soundwave trudges in looking a little bit dusty for once and... and seeing Bonecrusher, immediately moves to the opposite end of the room. THEN drops down.* B l u r r: / waves at everyone / Whirl: *BUSTS IN* Whirl: TEACH B l u r r: ... Yes? Whirl: You're alive. Bevel: Hi, Whirl B l u r r: ... For the moment. Whirl: 'Sup, Shovel? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble and Ravage follow a couple of minutes behind, one sitting near Bevel and the other about to stop at Blurr's feet when SUDDENLY WHIRL and there is a startled cat hissing and spitting-- ItsyBitsySpyers: and jumping into the air* B l u r r: / sits up a little and pats Ravage. It okay / B l u r r: / wiggles claws at Whirl / Whirl: *he trots on over to his hammock--oh my GOD THAT RAVAGE REACTION WAS HILARIOUS BUT. BUT. Whirl's wrestling with a deep internal struggle* Bevel: Lots! 'Sup with you? Whirl: *he..... ignores it and merely ascends his hammock throne. For your sake, ravage* B l u r r: You're one to talk, Whirl. I haven't seen you in a while. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage will lick the hell out of a front leg to hide his embarrassment.* Whirl: *clicks his claws right back at Blurr* I've been busy, and stranded, and someone hit me with a spaceship, and you know. All that good stuff. Unable to make it. B l u r r: Sounds like fun. Whirl: A laugh and a half, I assure you. FakeProwl: *"Bonecrusher" looks over at Soundwave—and gives him a greeting/permission ping. Not Bonecrusher, just Prowl wearing Bonecrusher's costume.* B l u r r: Indeed. K-Kyehehehe. Bevel: What happened to the spaceship? *waves to Rumble* B l u r r: I haven't been doing much, personally. Robbing people. FakeProwl: *He tries to shuffle across the room to Soundwave's seat. It's difficlt. He's big. He might bump into one or two people.* Whirl: Right now I've got it. I'm getting my revenge by *huge claw air-quotes* "renovating" it. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ew. What's in his shoulder?// B l u r r: Oh? Well, if you need help. I've got a few mechs in my ship that can help. B l u r r: / snarls / Excuse you, mech. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave is a little confused by the permission. He's more confused by the shuffling. There's some looking around in confusion.* Whirl: *sticks that legy out and rocks his hammock* I might take you up on that, Teach. ItsyBitsySpyers: *In general, a lot of "wut".* B l u r r: Mmhm. Don't hesitate to ask. Bevel: Renovating? Whirl: Gutting it, mostly. FakeProwl: Sorry. *tries to move out of he way and nearly falls over an empty couch. Damn this stupid body.* Bevel: Sounds fun! Whirl: I might be able to use it, but... too early to tell. It's a fixer-upper. Bevel: Do you want any help? Whirl: It's somethin' to do. *bobs his head; he'd offer you a seat Bevel, but you're too big to share the hammock* B l u r r: / snorts at the fall  / Walk much? Whirl: ...*tilts his head; he seems genuinely taken aback by the offer* Oh. Uh. Whirl: Sure, if you want. *TWO PEOPLE offering to help in like. the span of ten minutes. Amazin* Bevel: *way too big for that hammock* FakeProwl: *Mutters.* Not in this frame I don't. *Okay. Mission accomplished. He sits by Soundwave.* Bevel: I do. Whirl: But it's good to see you, Teach. *very casual. Exceedingly casual. Whirl might have missed his friend* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Catches the mutter and tilts his helm. What frame would - oh. But why is he wearing THAT?* B l u r r: Good to see you, too. Naturally. Whirl: Then, yeah. I'm not really... doing anything, except for ripping it up, so you can just ping me when you wanna come over. Nowhere else to be. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Greetings.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: =Does it have files?= Whirl: ((GUS IS THAT U)) B l u r r: (( IT IS )) Whirl: (OMG)) FakeProwl: ... Hi. Whirl: ...*does Prowl still smell like prowl or* Bevel: Ok! FakeProwl: *well. he smells like a hologram.* FakeProwl: *which is what prowl usually smells like, so.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Why are you wearing that?]] Is this because of what he did? Some weird Autobot-style punishment? Whirl: ((PFFT)) FakeProwl: *although what he LOOKS like is a half-rusted zombie Nova Prime.* Whirl: ((pardon, I am unsure of Prowl's in-person privileges as I am out of the loop)) FakeProwl: ... Bonecrusher wanted Buzzsaw to see the final result. FakeProwl: ((he's still locked up, still visiting people in hologram. NO CHANGE, BASICALLY.)) Whirl: ((ALAS, POOR PROWL)) FakeProwl: ((but we have a Plan now)) Whirl: ((good)) Whirl: ((u need someone to smuggle u out..... i might have a ship u can use...... maybe)) FakeProwl: ((no no, he's getting out legally.)) B l u r r: ... /mumbles / That date looked boring anyway. Whirl: *ping ping* @Blurr: Oh, second question. You seem like the sort of guy who'd know where to find one-a these--you know any good taxidermists? B l u r r: / outright cackles / FakeProwl: ((... by which i mean by punching a cop and under-the-table bargaining with starscream.)) B l u r r: / sorry, whirl / Bevel: ((close enough Whirl: ((y'know, i think whirl might approve. Depending)) B l u r r: @Whirl: Your favorite mech on my ship. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ah. Give him a moment.]] And a literal moment it is. Buzzsaw zips in and perches on the tip of Soundwave's shoulder, peering down. B l u r r: / where is ravage. He will pet / Whirl: *stares into space. Cycles a long, long sigh. REALLY long. Gradually sinks out of siight at the bottom of the hammock as he does this. It's like watching a deflating balloon made of elbows* B l u r r: / oh my god whirl / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage is at Blurr's feet, lightly dozing. He makes the Cat Activation Noise, then settles back under the pets. Buzzsaw turns his head this way and that, examining the holo work.* B l u r r: / pet pets. Respectable pets / Whirl: @Blurr: I'll consider it. B l u r r: @Whirl: He'll do it if I tell him to. Whirl: @Blurr: I mean I',m sure he WILL I was just enjoying a nice, long, Piston-free period of my life. ItsyBitsySpyers: }}This... this is marvelous. Axle grease in the face of every Senator's ego. Such meaning! The textures and details--{{ Beak clack. Thinking. B l u r r: @Whirl: Oh, he's not so bad. B l u r r: @Whirl: He's been rather nice lately. FakeProwl: And he added tiny people, too. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw's optic band blinks. He floats over to the holo's shoulder and perches there, peering even closer.* Whirl: *head pops back up to peer at Blurr* @Blurr: I don't trust him. FakeProwl: *He lifts up an arm to point at tiny people swimming/flailing in a rust wound along Sentinel's right chest and under his arm.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw chatters to himself, clicking and beeping. This is good. This is so good.* }}Gallery.{{ B l u r r: @Whirl: I know you don't, but he'll listen to me if I give him strict rules and orders. FakeProwl: ... They are extremely uncomfortable to feel through. FakeProwl: What? Whirl: @Blurr: maybe. I'll consider it. It's kind of a big deal. Whirl: @Blurr: I got this huge dead snake, and I at LEAST want the head mounted. B l u r r: @Whirl: Oh? Hnnh... Piston would be willing to do that. So long as you let him keep a piece. Whirl: @Blurr: Nope. Whirl: @Blurr: This was a gift, it's all mine. B l u r r: @Whirl: Then you're going to have to let me order him. ItsyBitsySpyers: }}A gallery, sir. An exhibit. It belongs in one!{{ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble's audio receptors are burning. He's not sure why. He'll look at Bevel and squint.* B l u r r: @Whirl: He'll probably be sulky, but he'll work. FakeProwl: ... You really think—? Is that a recommendation or an offer? B l u r r: [[ ugh is it dropping? ]] Whirl: @Blurr: ...I'll consider it. I mean, I don't know any OTHER taxidermists, but yeah. I'll get back with you. Whirl: ((not on my end!)) Bevel: *looks back, she did nothing* B l u r r: @Whirl: sure. Just let me know. He's been needing work lately. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble motions from his visor to her and nods. He knows you're talking to the Boss about him. Aren't you.* Whirl: *bobs his head; the pact is sealed. The "maybe" pact. He flops back into the hammock* ItsyBitsySpyers: }}Both. I have... contacts.{{ Sunstreaker's turned out to be a bit of all right, and Buzzsaw's pretty sure he can get the other two in on this if he sends them a shot. B l u r r: ... Whirl /waves claw / Whirl: *waves claw back* B l u r r: Question about your ship. Whirl: Yes, that's me. B l u r r: Is it big or small? B l u r r: / is going to distract whirl / Whirl: iT'S... hmm. It's not nearly as big as your ship. B l u r r: Does it have a lot of weapons? Was it a war ship or cargo ship? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble gets ready to throw food at Ravage, just in case.* Whirl: Probably comparable to like... uh. Whirl: It'll have some. Rooms. B l u r r: [[ it keeps telling me it's dropping. B( ]] B l u r r: [[ but i don't know if it is or not ]] B l u r r: Rooms? Whirl: *very quietly shrivels up in the hammock* B l u r r: You running a hotel in there? Bevel: *she isn't talking to anyone. she shrugs in confusion at Rumble* B l u r r: A literal Air B&B? Whirl: *a valiant effort, but damn that scene was drawn out* Whirl: Probably not. Uh. Whirl: Be RIGHT back. Whirl: *going to untangle himself and hop out into the hall for a sec* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Right. That's a whole pack of rust sticks hurled at Ravage, who startles and snaps at the nearest object. Sorry, Blurr's leg.* FakeProwl: I'm—I'll tell Bonecrusher you said so. I'm sure he'll be pleased. B l u r r: / YELPS loud which is more like a snarl and a monstrous yipe/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *THAT was a mistake. Ravage zooms away from Blurr and toward Soundwave, using "Nova Prime" like a bridge and everything on the way.* B l u r r: / snarls and rubs his leg. Rude. / B l u r r: [[ i totally haven't eaten dinner. I'll be back ]] Bevel: *jumps at all the noise* FakeProwl: *starts. why cat* Whirl: *he stops pacing in the hall long enough to peer in because what the hell is all this yowling* ItsyBitsySpyers: *It's a Distraction From Whirl's Exit is what it is.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave gently scratches Ravage's shoulders while he listens to Buzzsaw talk.* }}Good. I must get back - but see that you do!{{ Whirl: *it will be appreciated when he puts two and two together later* B l u r r: ... I'll bite you back. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hisssss.* =No.= B l u r r: What the frag did you bite me for? boomtank: what did I miss?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: =You dropped fuel on me.= B l u r r: I did no such thing! ItsyBitsySpyers: *STARE at the rust sticks on the floor where he was. What's all that, then.* B l u r r: ...Ravage, do you honestly think I'd drop rust sticks? They're my favorite. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Squint. Sloooooow look over to Rumble. Rumble quickly darts out of the room.* B l u r r: ... I can catch him. ItsyBitsySpyers: =I live with him.= Or, "I'll catch him myself later." B l u r r: ... Mmm. It's better to know where they live. Whirl: *is very careful not to step on the fleeing minicon* Bevel: *bye Rumble* Whirl: Sins found you out, eh? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw floats up and leaves the room, snorting at Rumble on the way out.* //Lil bit. Shoulda used crunchers. Heh.// FakeProwl: *nods toward Buzzsaw as he leaves.* Whirl: Mayeb next time. *snorts. After a moment he peeks momentarily in the room, then looks at Rumble, then looks away* But, hey. ...thanks. Whirl: ((! did it just go offline for anyone else or.....)) boomtank: cut off here)) FakeProwl: ((yeah it's offline)) Bevel: ((it did, so glad it wasn't just me B l u r r: [[ is it back now? ]] B l u r r: [[ omg comcast really? ]] boomtank: still down on my end)) Bevel: ((still down Whirl: ((down here too >8V COMCAAAST)) B l u r r: [[ i paused it. B( ]] B l u r r: [[ I don't have time for it to be doing this ]] boomtank: comcast you bum!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble nods.* //No prob.// ItsyBitsySpyers: ((definitely offline)) Tara: (( yeah, down :c (says the lurker in the background) B l u r r: i reset it. Did it work? ]] Whirl: ((I see a pause screen!)) Tara: (( same - pause screen B l u r r: okay. ]] B l u r r: [[ I wait for the rest of u ]] Bevel: ((looks like it's back boomtank: yup!)) FakeProwl: ((yep!)) Bevel: ((*waves to lurker* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((there it goes)) Whirl: ((ye! o/ )) Whirl: *bobs his helm again and looks to the doorway* Safe for you to go back in yet, mech? B l u r r: / tilts helm and relaxes again, slouching on his couch. Getting bit and crap. How rude. / ItsyBitsySpyers: //The Boss scratchin' him?// Whirl: *pokes his head in, peering* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Yep. Scratching a murder cat while sitting next to a zombie Senator, nbd.* Whirl: *withdraws* Yep. Coast clear. I'll cover you. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Cool. Hammock?// Whirl: But of course. *nods graciously and trots back into the room* Okay. Where was I? Rooms, right. B l u r r: Rooms. B l u r r: omfg COMCAST. B l u r r: ]] FakeProwl: *... you know what. There's no reason for Prowl to still be in this body.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Trotting right alongside. Not that it's hard to see him, spindly as Whirl's legs are, but it's the principle of the thing.* Whirl: *swings ab ck up in his hammock and pauses to give Blurr what he thinks is a meaningful look. Or he hopes is, he's not good with faces, but he wants to say, "thank you."* I have to finish gutting-- Whirl: --the ship before I know EXACTLY how much room I'll have but probbaly enough for one deck, about eight rooms or so. Whirl: No crew, though, just me. FakeProwl: *Nova Prime flickers out and Prowl appears in his place.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Thank you. That was... closer to a senator than he prefers getting.]] B l u r r: Ahh, I see. Sounds entertaining. Bevel: *...that was definitely not a transformation* B l u r r: Well, like I said. I just remodeled mine. FakeProwl: It wasn't any more pleasant to wear. B l u r r: So, I'm willing to help ItsyBitsySpyers: *It wasn't. Bevel should ask about it.* Whirl: *salutes* Well, consider yourself invited. B l u r r: / smirks and salutes back . B l u r r: / Bevel: *she is going to as soon as she finds words* Prowl? *ok one word down* FakeProwl: Imagine growing a bunch of little... cilia-fingers-people out of your side. And feeling through all of them. FakeProwl: *shudders* Whirl: ((it went down again on my end D: )) FakeProwl: *oh wait that was his name.* Yes? Bevel: ((same :( FakeProwl: ((same)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Like when he first got his feelers, then.]] *Amused. He'll be quiet for a moment so Bevel can talk, gesturing to her. Yes, go on.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((damnation it's down)) B l u r r: oh my god im getting annoyed ]] B l u r r: [ Comcast is doing the thing again ]] B l u r r: [[ the slow down thing ]] B l u r r: is it back?? ]] Whirl: ((got a black screen so far :|a)) Bevel: Is that a holoavatar? Whirl: ((ok! Got a pause screen!)) Bevel: ((it is back FakeProwl: ((ye)) FakeProwl: Yes, it is. I don't come to these things in person. Bevel: That is really cool. You can look however you want. Even like an organic! Whirl: *out goes the legy. Rockin time* Bevel: *which is something she can't do!* FakeProwl: ... To be clear, Nova Prime isn't my choice. It's a— hm. An art piece, that Bonecrusher made. FakeProwl: ...... I'm his model. Bevel: It looked really neat. Is it supposed to be someone? FakeProwl: Yes—it's Nova Prime, as he looks in our universe. Whirl: Heheh. Bevel: Nova Prime was the other bad Prime, right? Whirl: Dead as hell, and the world's a better place for it. Whirl: There aren't any good Primes, Shovel. Trust me on this. Bevel: *...thank you Whirl that answered her question some* B l u r r: / scoffs/ FakeProwl: Yes. Right. It'sssss... symbolic ooof... *give him a second.* B l u r r: Theres one good prime /mumble / Bevel: Which one? B l u r r: Mine, of course. Whirl: Okay, wee-ell... fair, your Prime never did anything to *** me off. B l u r r: See? Whirl: But I only knew him for a few minutes. Whirl: ...and he was. Weird. FakeProwl: ... The way that theee... corrupt actions of the senate, protected the Prime, and concealed the... oppression of the people? Or something like that. Bevel: I do not know your Prime and mine... *shrugs uncomfortably* He left. And he did not come back like the others do. Whirl: You're probably better off. Tara: *slides in l8 but w/o starbucks, is just gonna stand in the back of the room for a mo* B l u r r: My Prime was the best. The most capable. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods to Tarantulas.* Bevel: *nods vaguely and focuses back on Prowl before she gets distracted by horrible feelings* It looked really neat. I hope Bonecrusher does more work like it. If you do not mind modelling for it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He will not be Prime if he does come back.]] *Soundwave's made certain of that. But he won't say anything else. Touchy subject.* Whirl: *twists his head around like an owl, looks briefly at Tarantulas, and returns his attention to the screen. ...and Rumble, if he needs a claw up* FakeProwl: If it feels like that, I hope not to model again if I can avoid it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble's been chilling under the hammock, but now he'll take that claw.* Bevel: So you can feel stuff through an avatar? *general you but yeah* Whirl: *hoisted up like a claw machine; you are now Absolutely Safe from feline retribution* FakeProwl: Yes, yes. It takes an extra patch to be able to feel more than heavy pressure and no pressure. The avatar wasn't designed to work with that patch. FakeProwl: ... It's apparently good enough to be in a gallery. ItsyBitsySpyers: *If Whirl thinks that, he hasn't spent enough time around Ravage. But the sentiment's nice.* Whirl: *...hmm. He feels like he should... do something. Galcnes about. Raises a claw... then puts it down. Then raises again, uncertainly. Then turns the motion into scratching his head* Whirl: *Raises his claw again. Hesitates... and then, with very careful slowness, as slow as if he were trying to sneak up on a fly, rests that claw on Rumble. Just on him. Wherever it falls. Pap.* Whirl: *he's very bad at this* Bevel: That is really cool, Prowl. Tara: You're welcome for that patch, hyeh. *has come over to prowl now, touchtouch just to emphasize his point* FakeProwl: It is, yes. It's... very cool. Bevel: Oh! You did it? Awesome! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble tries not to snort and just pats the arm that is, apparently, covering him sorta blanket-like because WHIRL IS WAY BIGGER THAN HIM* FakeProwl: *puts a hand over whatever paw is touching him.* Whirl: *VERY VERY MUCH SO* Tara: *to bevel* Only the patch, not whatever else it is you're speaking of. Tara: *puts another paw on top of hand on paw* ItsyBitsySpyers: =Primes.= Yawwwwn. Ravage is an aft. FakeProwl: *looks up at Tarantulas* Bonecrusher made an art piece out of a holomatter avatar. It's going to— it MIGHT be getting displayed in a gallery. Bevel: Just the patch. Avatars are neat. I want one someday. Bevel: *all the transformation power bwahaha* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Why? You already shapeshift?]] Glance to Prowl. [[He was quite serious. The others will be planetside again within a month.]] Bevel: I could blend in more on Earth and go into places I am too big for! FakeProwl: ... Within a month. Hm. Whirl: Heh. Nice. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Oh, hey. He's all like that Matrix human.// Whirl: *nods* Pretty sick. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Why Earth.= Bevel: Lord of the Rings, duh! But other places that are too small would be cool too. *but mostly it's about that Tolkien stuff* FakeProwl: ((the screen's black ;;)) FakeProwl: ((oh there it is)) FakeProwl: ((what did they applaud at)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i have no idea)) B l u r r: [[ idk i walked away ]] B l u r r: [[ i had to go burn my head ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((WHAT)) Tara: (( ????? speedy?? B l u r r: migraine. ]] Bevel: ((the screen was black here, maybe it was supposed to be vague like he is still performing magic? Whirl: ((SPEDDY...)) B l u r r: so i put hot water ]] B l u r r: [[ on my head ]] Whirl: ((GOTCHA. I'm sorry bout your head dude D: get thee some CAFFEINE)) B l u r r: [[ i caaan't ]] Bevel: ((oh that kinda burn Tara: (( dun scare us like that speedy B l u r r: IM SORRY. ]] B l u r r: [[ I forgot you guys don't know what I mean ]] B l u r r: [[ also, for an indie film that wasn't so bad ]] Whirl: ((ye i enjoyed it! edsp. main dude's performance, he was good)) B l u r r: yeee ]] Bevel: ((that was really excellent ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave stretches a little.* [[You hum. Why?]] Whirl: Not bad, Teach, not bad. B l u r r: ... Thanks. Bevel: That was cool. B l u r r: I've still got it. /smirks/ FakeProwl: Just thinking. Whirl: That you do. B l u r r: Well, thanks. B l u r r: I know I've got good picks. Whirl: Dunno how often I'm gonna be able to make these anymore. Depends on, y'know. Where I do or don't get stranded. *gradually lifts his claw, glancing questioningly to Rumble; he is Released from Prison* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[About?]] Whirl: And-or what ships do or don't hit me. B l u r r: / waves claw / Sometimes I don't really make my own. B l u r r: I've been rather busy mysekf. B l u r r: *myself. Bevel: Are you pirating now too? FakeProwl: *shakes head* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble grunts. He was enjoying that, but he'll stretch and sit up, looking pretty pleased.* Whirl: ...was that for me or for Teach? Cos Teach is existing in a perpetual state of pirating right now. Bevel: You! Bevel: I know what Blurr is doing. Sometimes. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He'll take that as an "unimportant" or "not your business". Fair, given what he did to Bonecrusher. He'll just nod.* Whirl: Ah, gotcha. And, no. Law-abiding citizen, that's me. *drapes a claw over his chest* Just touring the galaxy. ItsyBitsySpyers: *NOW Rumble snorts.* Whirl: ...okay. Fine. *shoots Rumble an amused look* i don't have citizenship. B l u r r: No one ever knows what I'm doing. B l u r r: Except me. Whirl: ...and I have a really, tremendously huge bounty on my head right now, but honestly, that's SORT OF working in my favor, so... Tara: Are you quite sure YOU always know what you're doing, Blurr dear? B l u r r: ... /snort/ Nope. Whirl: I was about to say... B l u r r: No idea what I'm doing half the time. Bevel: I saw you walking down a hallway once. *that counts?* B l u r r: That's a mystery B l u r r: Don't even remember where I was going. Bevel: I have never checked if I have a bounty on my head. Maybe in other universes but I do not think so. Technically mercenaries are legal in most places and a totally valid part of warfare. *or something* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Now he is curious.]] They don't really have a parade of aliens who hate their guts on the same level as Whirl and Prowl's timelines do, but still. Whirl: You should. It's a hoot. You'd be surprised how long the collective galactic memory is, for creatures with such short lifespans. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Perhaps he should be grateful most of his work was of the hidden variety.]] FakeProwl: *... Now there's a question. Did Starscream put a bounty on Prowl's head? If so, Prowl's entitled to it. He turned himself in.* Whirl: Well, I'd also guess a lot of your work was against your own kind, right? Bevel: *he should check and collect* Whirl: Aliens tend to get... moody if you mess with THEM. Apparently. B l u r r: My bounty is high. /smirks/ Very high. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. We did not destroy nearly as many organic planets as he is told your universes did.]] Whirl: Amazing, what we managed to accomplish in such a relatively short amount of time. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Like how high?// Whirl: And yeah, Teach--spill. B l u r r: Like very high. B l u r r: / pulls out datapad to search it / It's worth is in credits, though... B l u r r: not sure how that trades in currency Bevel: It depends on the universe. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He wouldn't know.]] Whirl: Last time I checked--and this is what a dog told me--I'm sitting around five million galactic standard Whirl: But SOMEONE told me I was worth more dead--which seems like a lie, usually it's worth more to bring someone in alive. Whirl: But I did... sort of make a big Oops. Recently. B l u r r: Wh? B l u r r: *Eh? Whirl: Before I came here and met all of you guys, I mean. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Whadja do?// Whirl: Apparently, assassinated a beloved politician. Whirl: Well, okay, I know he's DEAD but I didn't know he was important. FakeProwl: ... WHICH beloved politician. Whirl: ...I thought you knew. Whirl: *peers* Not important. He's very dead. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Ain't Ratbat, is it?// Whirl: No, no. Not one of ours. FakeProwl: No, he said beloved. Whirl: *snrks* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave trembles with the strain of holding back a laugh; Rumble explodes with one for him.* FakeProwl: Would it be the beloved politician I spent the last four thousand years courting an alliance with before he was unexpectly killed by a "wandering, malfunctioning cyclops" on Hedonia? Is it that one? Whirl: *shrugs* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Drama and gossip senses tingling. Soundwave stops trembling to listen.* Whirl: I mean, doesn't SOUND like me. I'm functioning perfectly normally, after all. Bevel: *giggles into her hand* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble offers the Boss a listening snack. He waves it away.* FakeProwl: I THINK they were referring to the fact that said cyclops wandered out of a bar, MURDERED someone, and wandered back in. Whirl: Hmm... also doesn't sound like me. When have you ever heard of me ever WILLINGLY leaving a bar? FakeProwl: Four thousand years! I was on a reduced fraction basis with half of his preferred gestalts! All wasted! Whirl: Man. Yeah, that sounds frustrating. Hope you catch the guy. Bevel: *welp now seems like a good time to leave huh* FakeProwl: You—! FakeProwl: .... RRGH! *shoves his face in his hands. FOUR THOUSAND YEARS. FOUR THOUSAND.* FakeProwl: *FOUR THOUSAND YEARS OF /SOCIALIZING/.* Whirl: *tilts his head. The Most Innocent Face* Bevel: *wave to SW and co. bye!* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave just. Gently pats his shoulder. What the hell else do you do other than a There, There to something like that? ANd a nod to Bevel.* B l u r r: [[ welp, i gotta open so yall have fun! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((byeeeee)) FakeProwl: ((gnight~ sleep well)) Tara: (( i gotta peace out too, night guys <3 B l u r r: / waves claw and just tells people not to break stuff / Whirl: ((GNIGHT)) Whirl: Seeya, Teach! FakeProwl: *grabs soundwave's knee for stability. soundwave. four thousand years.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh, there we go. He'll cover the hand with his other hand. He knows. Not this specific thing, but many things like it, and enough to know that four thousand years of socialization is awful.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble pings Whirl.* @W: //Okay but how'd ya do it?// Whirl: @R: I just shot him. Didn't seem to see it coming. ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //Psh. Swear to Primus politicians don't never go down tough.// Whirl: *nods* @R: Too pampered, most of them. Whirl: All right! I can sense our good pal Prowl needs... a moment, he seems kinda verklempt. So I'm out. Whirl: Catch you guys later--probably at Dancitron. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Very well. Consider bringing some tinsel.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble squints at Prowl. He doesn't look very clamped at all.* Whirl: *nods* I'll see what I can scare up. *going to carefully extricate himself so Rumble doesn't get dumped out--and nudge him one last time, in thanks. He tried* FakeProwl: *he's extremely clamped* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Bops Whirl goodnight and grins. Seeya Monday.* Whirl: *and with a final bob good-night, he is gone* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Would you prefer company while you process this data or should he return you to the Constructicons?]] FakeProwl: ... Mrgh. Doesn't make a difference. *he's moving through the stages of grief. he's already hopped from Anger straight to Depression.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...He will try not to be insulted by that somehow.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Come with him, then. He will distract you with details of his last project.]] FakeProwl: *will soundwave's presence or lack thereof bring Imperius Drax back from the dead?* FakeProwl: ... Sure. ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Well, he got several minicons back...* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Anyway, it's the best he's got as far as comfort goes. He'll nod and withdraw his hand so he can leave the ship and go back home. Prowl's welcome to follow or not as he wants.* FakeProwl: *he waits for Soundwave to leave, then flickers out to go join him.*

[verdigrisprowl]

July 3 Dancitron Movie Night - The Prestige

The movie actually managed to catch Prowl’s fleeting, lethargic attention. He wasn’t delighted with one of the plot twists but they watched an episode of a “how magic tricks work” show and that made up for it.

Soundwave told Bevel that Tarantulas is dangerous and to ask Prowl about it. Prowl spent .2 seconds confessing just how attracted he is to Tarantulas, and then dragged him.

Prowl lingered after the movie, Soundwave swung his legs into his lap, and it descended into fluff so fine it could float away in a light breeze. And Prowl had a Very Important Revelation about himself. He’s now like, 9% less depressed, yaaaaaay.

Today imsweetlyeclectic 7:52 pm hello~ ItsyBitsySpyers 7:53 pm ((@imsweetlyeclectic: hi! please feel welcome to watch ooc! but do note this is an ic stream so that's gonna be the focus 😄 )) imsweetlyeclectic 7:53 pm (okay~ i am working on trying to figure out how to play my muse~) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm ((all righty 😃 )) *Soundwave settles down in his usual seat and nods to Bevel... who's about to experience Disapproval Of Her Life Choices.* Impact 7:56 pm *bounces in* What's the movie? 3:D ItsyBitsySpyers 7:56 pm @Bevel : [[You are not going to Tarantulas.]] [[Something called The Prestige.]] Impact 7:57 pm Huh, never heard of it! ItsyBitsySpyers 7:59 pm [[He is told it has something to do with human 'magic'.]] Impact 8:00 pm Oooh! Bevel 8:00 pm *she's barely through the door when she gets Soundwave's ping* @Soundwave: Why? *waves to Impact with a smile* Impact 8:01 pm *waves!* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm @Bevel : [[He is not a mech to be underestimated. And he can have medical scans and texts if he is that interested. If he finds out you are a shapeshifter, or the circumstances of your creation, you may be in danger.]] Prowl 8:05 pm *appears. flops. elbows on knees and chin in hands.* Impact 8:05 pm *waves at Prowl* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm ((FIVE MINUTE WARNING grab your snacks and drinks now)) *Nods to Prowl* Impact 8:05 pm ((I can't believe I'm actually at the beginning of a movie for once :D)) Windchill 8:05 pm *APPEARS.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm [[Greetings, Windchill.]] Prowl 8:06 pm *vague nod at... whoever's acknowledging him. multiple people? a nod for the whole room.* Bevel 8:06 pm @Soundwave: If he tried anything weird I could punch him? *waves to Prowl* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm @Bevel : [[He can outsize you. By nearly ninety feet.]] Bevel 8:07 pm ... boomtank 8:07 pm -peers in- Windchill 8:07 pm *Collectively waves at everyone before picking a seat.* Impact 8:07 pm *waves at Beatbox!* Windchill 8:07 pm Did you sorry saps miss me? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm [[Greetings, Blaster.]] Impact 8:08 pm ((I meant blaster, herpaderp)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm *Rumble comes running downstairs with Frenzy hard on his heels* //Are we late? Did we - hey, Windchill!// Windchill 8:08 pm *Waits in anticipation of a "no" or several.* boomtank 8:08 pm -whoops spotted- Hey, Soundwave -and waves at Impact- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm @Bevel : [[If you would like confirmation, ask Prowl.]] Bevel 8:08 pm *ok, she can admit that probably puts her at an disadvantage* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm *Nod to the mech who's sitting all thinking-pose* Windchill 8:09 pm *Turns just enough to greet the twins with a wave, too.* Prowl 8:09 pm *what? he already nodded back. what's he got another nod for.* Bevel 8:09 pm @Soundwave: ...ok ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm *...Soundwave senses a disturbance in the Force* Windchill 8:10 pm *Whirl isn't here, so he's going to spread out into as many other nearby chairs as possible before the film starts. Rude!* Impact 8:11 pm *Gets herself settled next to Bevel as she is becoming accustomed to* Bevel 8:11 pm *Bevel senses... not really anything tbh, she's more tied to others than to whoever just showed up* Primus 8:11 pm [Ahaaa. I need to get icons again. ouo;;;] ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm ((ALL RIGHT Y'ALL. Customary pre-movie warning... sorta. I was tired and didn't pre-screen the movie very far. I know there's a slur in the first little bit and I think there's some animal or human death later. Beyond that I do not know, so just be aware)) Windchill 8:11 pm (( o7 )) boomtank 8:11 pm ((kaaay Impact 8:12 pm ((gotcha)) *offers Bevel snacks* hats! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm *Frenzy darts over to try scrambling on top of Windchill The Couch. Rumble heads over to Prowl and the Boss.* Bevel 8:13 pm *accepts snacks with a quiet thank you* Primus 8:14 pm *Don't mind the fluffy dragon way up high somewhere watching. Haven't figured which muse will come and play* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm *Noted, not minded.* Windchill 8:14 pm *Feigns a gasp. His lap has been stolen!* boomtank 8:15 pm -settles into a chair nearby- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm *Oh, a murder? Scoots forward a little.* boomtank 8:17 pm -oh. wow- Windchill 8:17 pm This could be interesting. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm //A suh-what.// Primus 8:18 pm *Lurkingdonotmindhimoverhere* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm *You can't get the drop on a telepath, Primus. But he won't call attention to you.* Impact 8:18 pm *squints up at Primus* Windchill 8:19 pm *Doesn't give a damn enough to notice, frankly.* Bevel 8:19 pm *will not mind him at all* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm [[If he is going to die, what good is holding the secret of a trick?]] Impact 8:19 pm *shrugs* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm [[It is not a vital matter.]] Windchill 8:20 pm Ego? boomtank 8:20 pm -hello there- Primus 8:20 pm *Hush you* Prowl 8:20 pm *oh, ciphers. prowl's had more than enough of ciphers.* boomtank 8:20 pm -mn....no- Impact 8:21 pm *is honestly getting all these human men's faces and names confused* Windchill 8:21 pm Is this that one...never mind. I think I've heard of it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm [[The one what?]] [[The murder hotel movie? Not that one.]] Windchill 8:22 pm If I say anything more I'm either spoiling it or completely wrong. boomtank 8:22 pm -view's better on the ground, not up in the rafters, you know- Primus 8:22 pm *Comfy up here. Away from prying optics; except Impact and Blaster's* Bevel 8:23 pm ...Smeagol. Impact 8:23 pm ! You're right! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm //That's not Smeagol. Smeagol's all... creepy 'n big-eyed 'n scrap.// Bevel 8:24 pm No! MedicalMurdersaurus 8:24 pm *flops backwards over the sofa* Bevel 8:24 pm That is Gollum. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:24 pm *now rules the sofa* Impact 8:24 pm There's a difference! MedicalMurdersaurus 8:24 pm *upside down birb prince* boomtank 8:24 pm -overhead godding, hmn?- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm *Rumble flaps his hand* Bevel 8:24 pm *will fight you, Rumble* Primus 8:24 pm *Observing, nothing more* Bevel 8:24 pm @Prowl: How big can Tarantulus get? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:24 pm Why them kill lady? Bevel 8:25 pm Magic? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm //Magic trick. Gonna see if she gets out.// Windchill 8:25 pm Because she's ugly. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:25 pm Them should shoot. It faster. Impact 8:25 pm The trick is she's gonna be okay! MedicalMurdersaurus 8:25 pm Stab faster too Or REAL drop That not big drop ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm \\...HOW'D SHE--\\ boomtank 8:25 pm -m'kay then- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm *Frenzy scratches his helm and frowns* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:26 pm Bullet catch? What bullet catch? boomtank 8:26 pm Huh. She got out. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:26 pm Shoot from far enough away, catch any bullet in body keheh Bevel 8:26 pm *laughs* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *Rumble snickers* Windchill 8:26 pm *snorts.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:27 pm Them fakers? Not real escaping? Prowl 8:27 pm *blink. Bevel knows Tarantulas?* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:27 pm Boring. boomtank 8:28 pm Ah... Impact 8:28 pm The trick is they gotta make it LOOK real, and be fun to watch! MedicalMurdersaurus 8:28 pm Them should fight for real. That more fun. Easier planning too keheh. Impact 8:29 pm THEY'RE SMOOCHING Windchill 8:30 pm Lame. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:30 pm When they cut someone in half? Bevel 8:30 pm Ugh. Windchill 8:30 pm When you give your boyfriend a name it has to be AWFUL. that's the law. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:30 pm Me Swoop want that part, not talky part ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm [[Why would anyone give their companion an -awful- name?]] Prowl 8:30 pm *well.* @Bevel «I've never seen his maximum size. From his specs—likely over a hundred feet.» MedicalMurdersaurus 8:30 pm Bird :V Him smush bird Windchill 8:31 pm Because...it's funny. Prowl 8:31 pm To prevent drawing the attention an impressive name would have? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm [[But drawing attention is part of the theater.]] Windchill 8:31 pm Ugh. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm //...Yeah, I ain't tellin' 'Beak about that.// MedicalMurdersaurus 8:32 pm Dead Primus 8:32 pm Very observant kid. Impact 8:32 pm 😨 Bevel 8:32 pm *ok, that's not ninety feet taller but sixty is still... a lot* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:32 pm Where bird????? BIRD bird Her Bird ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm //Not squashed.// MedicalMurdersaurus 8:32 pm Her flat already :> ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm \\PFFF\\ boomtank 8:32 pm ... Windchill 8:32 pm Did you sit on her? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:32 pm NO boomtank 8:32 pm That...was...yikes Windchill 8:33 pm I think you did. Prowl 8:33 pm @Bevel «Why?» Impact 8:33 pm Tricks shouldn't kill birds! MedicalMurdersaurus 8:33 pm Nuh uh Windchill 8:33 pm They shouldn't. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:33 pm Me Swoop nice to Bird Her best friend Windchill 8:33 pm *They're gonna kill a lot more than birds if he's got this right, but he's keeping mum.* I sit on my best friend all of the time. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:34 pm Best friend flat now? keheh Windchill 8:34 pm No, he's too powerful for even my butt. Bevel 8:34 pm @Prowl: Soundwave said I need to stay away from him because he could be dangerous and said he was really big. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:34 pm KEEHEE Primus 8:34 pm *Crosses his arms and puts his helm down on them* Hrmph... MedicalMurdersaurus 8:35 pm *kicks feet in the air* *so much talking, can't even* Impact 8:35 pm *thinks she knows where this is going and is CONCERNED* HE'S DOING THE KNOT DIFFERENT Windchill 8:36 pm *Frowns.* boomtank 8:36 pm Oh no Impact 8:36 pm *covers eyes* boomtank 8:36 pm Ohno Windchill 8:36 pm He didn't kiss her either. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:36 pm Why her keep dropping Go out Jump off stuff More fun Bevel 8:36 pm [[brb i know where this is going and nope MedicalMurdersaurus 8:37 pm ???? Impact 8:37 pm *peeks through fingers* Prowl 8:37 pm ((in the middle of the act is NOT the place to try a new knot)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm [[Humans cannot breathe water, Swoop. It will kill them.]] boomtank 8:37 pm -whines- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm *Glance at Blaster* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:37 pm Her pretty dumb, keheh Impact 8:38 pm *sad sound* boomtank 8:38 pm That...no Windchill 8:38 pm *Cups his chin in his hand.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:38 pm Why her in water if Her suck at water? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm //Punch his fraggin' lights out.// Windchill 8:38 pm *Quietly enraged sound.* Primus 8:39 pm *Vents slowly* Impact 8:39 pm PUNCH HIM Prowl 8:39 pm Is the shouting necessary. boomtank 8:39 pm -settles back down and huffs- Impact 8:40 pm *hides face against Bevel* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:40 pm Soundwave. This movie kill people BORING. When movie do people on fire or explode or melt or something. Bevel 8:40 pm *pats Impact gently* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm [[It isn't that sort of movie, Swoop.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:40 pm why Windchill 8:40 pm *Ears perk up at the word "fire."* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:41 pm Blank and bullet in hand, duh This trick suck too ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm //What kinda death wish is this? He knows some smartaft's gonna do it 'n he's gonna use it anyway?// boomtank 8:42 pm -glances up at Primus- -you okay up there?- Windchill 8:42 pm *He's got a terrible joke. He was saving it for Whirl, but seeing as Whirl's been a pissypants of late and isn't here, maybe he'll test it out first.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:43 pm *keeps watching upside down, holds his toes and waits for something violent... maybe... if we're lucky* Prowl 8:43 pm @Bevel «... He IS dangerous. But he's not equally dangerous to all people. Why does Soundwave want you to stay away from him?» Primus 8:43 pm *Is all good. Just half interested in this whole thing. Pretty simple acts* Windchill 8:44 pm *Lightly prods at Frenzy if he's still there.* boomtank 8:44 pm -m'kay then. If you say so- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm *Frenzy is indeed there.* \\SUP?\\ Impact 8:44 pm *still hiding face* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:44 pm Him put a thing ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm //Oh, scrap.// Windchill 8:44 pm Predictable. Anyway. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:45 pm Lame. Shoot finger. Finger, whatever. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *Rumble's pretty glad Whirl's not here.* Windchill 8:45 pm *Pokes Frenzy again.* Have you ever been caught on fire? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm \\OH, YEAH. FRAGGIN' SUCKS. WHY?\\ Windchill 8:45 pm ...I'll bet you looked really hot. Prowl 8:46 pm ... They dragged her out of the tank. Couldn't they have SEEN which knot was tied? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm \\HA!\\ Impact 8:46 pm *Sits up. Stares at Prowl* That's right! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm [[Perhaps the swollen rope made it difficult to tell?]] Windchill 8:46 pm More like it's a plot hole, ha. boomtank 8:47 pm They were probably too worried about her than the knots Bevel 8:47 pm @Prowl: Because I am a Shifter. Prowl 8:47 pm Swollen or not, unless earth ropes turn into an identical mush when wet, it should be possible to tell which way the fiber is going. Shockwave 8:47 pm ((Well well well, what are we watching here?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm ((yo! The Prestige)) Bevel 8:47 pm Maybe she get the knot almost undone? Shockwave 8:47 pm ((Never heard of it before, but I don't mind jumping in anyways.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:47 pm *slowly goes limp and just sliiiiiiiiides off the sofa onto the floor* Primus 8:48 pm The knot was still fairly enough the same when out of the water. Shockwave 8:48 pm *Enters, taking a seat not too far from the screen.* Prowl 8:48 pm *... shifter. that's... yes. he saw that, didn't he? in the documentaries.* @Bevel «Any shape, any face?» MedicalMurdersaurus 8:48 pm Her in a box Everyone in a box Impact 8:48 pm *hides face* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:48 pm Box box box everywhere box ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm *Soundwave nods to Shockwave* Shockwave 8:49 pm *He returns the silent greeting.* Windchill 8:49 pm They simply didn't look at it. either due to an oversight on their part and considering that someone just died, understandable...or the script writers overlooked it as well. boomtank 8:49 pm -hey, Primus have room up there for another?- Bevel 8:49 pm *will keep Impact from seeing anything too terrible* Windchill 8:49 pm This had better not be the bird crushing trick again I swear to god. Impact 8:49 pm *appreciates it* *peek* bird okay? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm [[It lives.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:50 pm Bird get yank keheheh Bevel 8:50 pm Yeah. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:50 pm string Impact 8:50 pm *phew* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:50 pm leg Why them so many bird and box and bird in box Primus 8:51 pm *Why does Blaster want to come up here? Can make more room since he kinda made the rafters anwyay* Windchill 8:51 pm *scratches chin* I suppose it's meant to make the audience feel better about this magician, even though he was just was willing to crush the bird. I don't buy it. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:52 pm Soundwave, where Bird :< boomtank 8:52 pm -new occupants made him say no- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm {{Resting.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:52 pm :> ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm //Well, he ain't workin' no more.// MedicalMurdersaurus 8:53 pm Hi Bird *waves from the floor* Windchill 8:53 pm These guys don't care about the collateral damage. Primus 8:53 pm *Drapes a wing down to the floor, the feathers changing to work as stairs for Blaster. Come on up* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm *Bird floats downstairs and flops by Swoop.* Impact 8:53 pm Is this movie gonna have a happy ending at all? Bevel 8:54 pm @Prowl: Mostly yeah. boomtank 8:54 pm -moving seats, don't mind him- Prowl 8:54 pm The man who's being stalked and harrassed dies. Windchill 8:54 pm I wouldn't count on it, short stack. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:54 pm *scoops Bird as carefully as possible (for him) and sets her on his chest, for maximum upside down movie watching* Prowl 8:54 pm No. It's not going to have a happy ending. He's going to keep stalking and harassing him until he kills him. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm *Excellent. A good perch.* Impact 8:54 pm *unhappy wiggles in chair* Windchill 8:54 pm *snorts.* boomtank 8:54 pm -now up in the rafters with Primus- Hi. Prowl 8:55 pm ... Or the other way around. One kills the other. *he can't keep track.* Windchill 8:55 pm They're going to do the crushed bird trick. But with people. Impact 8:55 pm o_o Primus 8:55 pm *Retracts the wing, the bladed feathers resetting so the wing draped over Blaster* Hi. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:55 pm *is cool with the subpar murder in the movie now that he has his bffl* Impact 8:55 pm *hugs Bevel* I think I don't wanna watch the rest. Windchill 8:56 pm Or, that's what I'd bet on. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm *Soundwave is oddly reminded of that spark field business* Bevel 8:56 pm Good idea, Impact Impact 8:56 pm G'night. *One more hug before scooting off the couch.* boomtank 8:56 pm -has a blanket now too, apparently- Interesting movie, huh? Bevel 8:56 pm Night. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm [[Goodnight, Impact.]] Windchill 8:57 pm *Waves.* Impact 8:57 pm *Waves at Prowl and Soundwave as she heads out.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:57 pm Ooo Shockwave 8:57 pm *Leaning forward in interest.* Primus 8:57 pm Mhm. Happening over the course of years. Playing with our sense of perspective and timing. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:57 pm Someone electricute :> Shockwave 8:57 pm *He's heard a good bit about this "Nikola Tesla" human.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:57 pm ZAP Windchill 8:58 pm What a fantastic hat. boomtank 8:58 pm It appears so. To hold a grudge that long... Windchill 8:59 pm Oh wait, that's the little girl from the beginning. The one they called an orphan. Shockwave 8:59 pm *...Disappointed that the electricity scene ended so quickly.* Windchill 8:59 pm *Rubs under his eyes.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:59 pm him in box now Primus 8:59 pm *Shrugs* It happens, Blaster. He did something stupid. They both did. And it cost a beloved's life. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:00 pm everyone box whole world every movie Primus 9:00 pm [Bloody fireworks going off already.] Windchill 9:00 pm A magic Whirl, you guys. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Rumble laughs* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:01 pm kehhehhehhh THAT one good trick boomtank 9:01 pm HAH! Windchill 9:01 pm That's a dangerous stunt to pull in a prison. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm \\WHAT DO MAGIC WHIRLS DO?\\ MedicalMurdersaurus 9:01 pm oooo Shockwave 9:01 pm *The intrigue, it is back.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm *Not the bullet catch, that's for sure* Windchill 9:02 pm You know...that's a good question. We'll have to ask him. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm ((Yes, this is who you think it is)) Shockwave 9:02 pm ((....The Parks and Rec guy?) ((//Tilts head.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:03 pm *looks at their collars, touches his own collar* Prowl 9:03 pm @Bevel «Permit me to tell you about Tarantulas from my perspective.» Primus 9:03 pm I do enjoy these little electricity tricks. Windchill 9:03 pm (( It's David Bowie I think. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm ((Windchill gets it)) Bevel 9:03 pm @Prowl: Ok. Shockwave 9:03 pm (( /Oh./)) Bevel 9:03 pm [[Bowie <3 Shockwave 9:03 pm (( Couldn't recognize him without the hair.)) boomtank 9:03 pm They are intersting ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm [[What is 'it'?]] Windchill 9:04 pm I'm not saying ANYTHING. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm [[Good. That was not a question he actually wanted answered.]] Windchill 9:05 pm Fantastic. I already told you anyway. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:06 pm Why him hit rings? That no trick at all. Jingle jingle. Primus 9:06 pm The rings connect and disconnect. Basic, simple, trick. Nothing more. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:07 pm Boring Windchill 9:07 pm Nice observational skills. Let me guess, Sarah gets offed soon. boomtank 9:08 pm Huh. That makes sense. Windchill 9:09 pm Wow that's almost as bad as one of my jokes. *blinks in mild offense.* Prowl 9:11 pm @Bevel «I adore Tarantulas with all my spark. There are no bounds to my admiration for him. So what I say about him, I don't say out of spite.» boomtank 9:14 pm ....-huffs- MedicalMurdersaurus 9:14 pm That pretty okay trick For hat trick Prowl 9:14 pm @Bevel «But if he finds out what you can do, he will hound you in every way he can—he will sneak into your quarters invisible and infinitesimally small, he will wheedle and manipulate, he will find a way to replace your doctor so he can examine you from the inside.» boomtank 9:14 pm He's obsessed and this is going to end badly Windchill 9:14 pm Of course it is. boomtank 9:15 pm -tugs Primus' feathers closer- Primus 9:15 pm *Looks at Blaster* Hm? boomtank 9:15 pm This is going to end badly for all parties Prowl 9:16 pm @Bevel «And once he's found out everything he can by looking, touching, and asking, he will gut you open and steal the rest of your secrets from your corpse.» MedicalMurdersaurus 9:16 pm *exvents hot air to get nap levels of toasty comfortable* boomtank 9:16 pm More are going to die and yikes Bevel 9:16 pm *her plating clamps down tight at the last bit from Prowl* Primus 9:16 pm Of course. This revolves around two murders. Even if one is accidental. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:17 pm *yaaaaaaaaaawn* Bevel 9:17 pm @Prowl: Thank you for telling me, Prowl. I will, um, I think I will listen to Soundwave. boomtank 9:18 pm Yeah, I know, but good grief can they not? Prowl 9:18 pm @Bevel «... I took it Soundwave told you something similar?» Primus 9:18 pm This will only end in more death with how everyone is acting. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm *Is fascinated by this particular rivalry* boomtank 9:19 pm -sighs- I know. But still.... Primus 9:20 pm *Shifts and pats* A deep rivalry runs between them. Windchill 9:20 pm Nice. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:20 pm *stretches and flops flat for maximum floor napping* Windchill 9:21 pm Not so nice. But very devious. Bevel 9:21 pm @Prowl: Kinda yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[Clever reputation destruction work.]] Primus 9:23 pm *Lets one wing and arm dangle down. The other holding up his helm* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm *And he's gone too far, now.* Windchill 9:24 pm *Frowns.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:24 pm *zzzzz* boomtank 9:25 pm -hums- Yeah, they...seriously? You started this because...dude Primus 9:25 pm *Moves his digits, having little dish of jelly treats to land on Swoop's helm for him and bird, if the dinobot wakes up* A deadly rivalry that blinds, Blaster. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:25 pm *does not, is a lump for now* boomtank 9:26 pm Emphasis on the 'deadly' part, huh? Windchill 9:26 pm *Steeples his fingers.* Horse. At least it has horses. Primus 9:28 pm This timeline through the movie is irritating to keep track of, even for me. Windchill 9:28 pm I'm not having any trouble with it. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm [[It is like the war over again.]] Windchill 9:29 pm *This is said rather smugly, naturally.* boomtank 9:29 pm Yikes...and they are kinda crazy. Many kinds of crazy. Primus 9:29 pm So you can plainly explain every little detail then? As to the truth when it gets revealed to everyone else? Windchill 9:30 pm They haven't revealed everything yet, so no. Windchill 9:31 pm But that doesn't make the timeline confusing. boomtank 9:32 pm -prods- I still don't get all of this. Or any of it. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:32 pm *smells the jelly treats enough to take a sleepy peak at them* Primus 9:33 pm The movie is having fun sliding between the present and the past. Switching between the characters and weaving an entwined tale. And murder. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:34 pm *half awake stare at jellies* boomtank 9:34 pm I am still so confused ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm ((key to his dairy lmao)) Windchill 9:35 pm *snorts.* Here we go. boomtank 9:36 pm Ohno MedicalMurdersaurus 9:36 pm *sleepy pats at the jelly* Windchill 9:36 pm Oh my god. Shockwave 9:36 pm //Intrigued. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *Soundwave leans back on the couch. Firs tthe bird, now a cat. He's not thrilled with this.* Primus 9:37 pm *Twitches a talon so one jelly "floats" above Swoop's mouth* Windchill 9:37 pm There are now two cats, right? boomtank 9:37 pm What the... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm [[...Primus.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:37 pm *crosseyed look at the jelly* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *Er. Sorry.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:37 pm ?? Bevel 9:38 pm ...he made doubles? boomtank 9:38 pm He...duplicated....EVERYTHING Primus 9:38 pm *Jelly plops* Prowl 9:38 pm ... It's a trick. Windchill 9:38 pm Those cats need homes. Prowl 9:38 pm He bought a bunch of hats and dumped them in the backyard. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm [[Hm. It would not be so difficult to find another feline as well. He has seen them roaming Earth streets in numbers.]] Windchill 9:39 pm That would hardly make for an interesting story. *sneers.* Prowl 9:39 pm I can't even tell the two main characters apart; it wouldn't be hard to find two similarly identical cats. Primus 9:39 pm *Watches the group talk about this* Bevel 9:39 pm Too many tricks. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:40 pm *catches the jelly between two clawtips* Primus 9:40 pm Not everything is a "trick." ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm [[It should be easier to tell them apart now that he will be leaving his missing fingers out.]] Shockwave 9:40 pm ((Ah, I must bid adieu for the night. It was nice to stop in.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm ((night!)) Bevel 9:40 pm [[night boomtank 9:40 pm ((g'night! Primus 9:40 pm *Jelly wiggles then plays dead* Windchill 9:40 pm She's almost as bad as they are. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:41 pm *is the conquering hero, defeated the jelly* boomtank 9:41 pm -leans over on Primus- What is going oooon? MedicalMurdersaurus 9:41 pm *cuts it in half with his talons, sets one half on bird and eats the other* Prowl 9:41 pm ... Tesla burned down his own house and ran away with the money. *that's his theory* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:42 pm *could just eat only half the jellies, does not even consider this, kills them one at a time and leaves half on Bird's wings* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm *Bird lazily picks them up in her feelers and munches them* Primus 9:43 pm *Pats Blaster* Nothing good. Windchill 9:43 pm *Leans forward, but not enough to crush Frenzy.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm \\HEY, WHAT--\\ Windchill 9:44 pm Check out my underboob. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm \\WHY DO I WANNA DO THAT?\\ Windchill 9:45 pm Because they're amazing. Anyway. Seems to me that Angier framed Alfred for his death to be rid of him. boomtank 9:45 pm -leans more- I...I can tell... Bevel 9:45 pm I think the double died in the beginning. Primus 9:46 pm *Pats Blaster* Prowl 9:46 pm ... It appears possible. Windchill 9:46 pm When Angier has been duplicating himself. Though from a narrative standpoint. I'm going to guess the doubles are who survive. Not the original Angier. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm \\YEAH, ALL RIGHT.\\ Gonna. Get himself a look? Frenzy supposes? Not that he can see much but chest? boomtank 9:47 pm ........... Prowl 9:47 pm I dislike that possibility. I'd prefer the trick to actually be a trick, even unexplained. Bevel 9:47 pm *really glad Impact left now* boomtank 9:47 pm -buries face- Windchill 9:47 pm It would mirror the birds in the beginning, where the original dies. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:47 pm Bird Prowl 9:47 pm Rather than... movie fantasy. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:48 pm You better at bird than aaaaaaaaaaaaall movie birds Primus 9:48 pm *Small chuff* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm {{Of course. Bird is best bird.}} Windchill 9:48 pm *Presses his underboob closer just in case Frenzy missed it the first time.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm *What? What is it?* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:49 pm You Bird do magic? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm {{Yes! Here, here, you bring Bird snack plate. Go, get.}} boomtank 9:50 pm -still hiding face, nope- MedicalMurdersaurus 9:50 pm Get...? *sleepy blinks* Windchill 9:50 pm *Sits up now. Boob time is over.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:51 pm Ok Windchill 9:51 pm Gross. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm {{Yes, yes! New snack plate. You bring.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 9:51 pm Where is ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm *Lazy point with feeler to bar covered in snack offerings* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:51 pm Ok Windchill 9:52 pm Well, that's true. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:52 pm *sets Bird on the sofa, literally rolls up onto his feet, and retrieves the snacks* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm *Give, give* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:54 pm *grabs as much as he can, then toddles back to sit on the floor in front of the sofa* Primus 9:54 pm *Shifts to stretch himself out before flopping back down with Blaster* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm *Grabs the plate in feelers and holds it close.* {{Swoop ready see Bird making plate disappear? Eh?}} boomtank 9:54 pm -peers out to watch- -after getting flopped on- MedicalMurdersaurus 9:55 pm *thinks he knows this trick* yah, keehee Do ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm *NYOOM up the staircase she goes, laughing all the way* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:55 pm :V Primus 9:55 pm Heh... MedicalMurdersaurus 9:55 pm *thought she was sleepy??? where did that come from???* ..... boomtank 9:55 pm Wow... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm *Misdirection, dear minion.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:55 pm *welp* Windchill 9:56 pm He's drowning under the stage, is what. Primus 9:56 pm Never underestimate her, Swoop. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:56 pm *rockets after Bird*KEHHEHHEHHE Prowl 9:56 pm ... So he didn't kill him. He never even attempted to kill him. Windchill 9:56 pm *Already said that.* Did they explain how Freddie here's trick worked when I wasn't paying attention? Prowl 9:57 pm *u never said "he never even attempted to kill him," fuck off* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm [[No, not yet.]] Prowl 9:57 pm He happened to be there to witness one of the doubles committing suicide. He was lured in to be framed. Windchill 9:58 pm It might be irrelevant at this point. We'll see. *Already said that.* *Windchill stop thinking like a butthead.* Prowl 9:58 pm *doesn't count if the mun didn't see it woop woop* Primus 9:58 pm We now see things come partly "full circle," heh. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm [[This is taking the crushing of birds a bit far.]] Primus 9:59 pm Familiar scenario Windchill 10:00 pm Crushing the birds was too far in the first place, if you asked me. Primus 10:00 pm Back then, what did they care? They used canaries for mines. Windchill 10:00 pm Some did, they illustrated that. If nobody cared they'd still be doing it today. boomtank 10:01 pm -puffs- Many kinds of crazy... Prowl 10:01 pm *who commits suicide a hundred times just to spite one guy* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm *...................Ah.* Windchill 10:02 pm *Tries to not look smug.* Bevel 10:02 pm *oh hey she was right* Windchill 10:02 pm She was already in the middle of that, asshole. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm *He sees something. Not Caldlow.* Windchill 10:04 pm I guess we get to see how this ends now. Horribly, I'm sure. Prowl 10:07 pm *chinhands* Maybe Fallon is a duplicate too. Of the other guy. "Today I love you, today I don't love you." He instructed someone to take his daughter to the zoo—which he promised to do himself—and to convince Sarah he loves her He has a mysterious past. We really know nothing about him as a character. boomtank 10:08 pm -watching closely now- Windchill 10:08 pm Hmm. Prowl 10:08 pm I think they switch off. Maybe they're twins. Primus 10:09 pm The little boy knew the trick. Bevel 10:09 pm *trying to follow this* Prowl 10:09 pm Brothers. ... When she said "the wound's bleeding like it's fresh." ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm *Soundwave looks over at Prowl admiringly. A little later than himself, but then, he's surrounded by twins.* Prowl 10:09 pm That's when Fallon cut his fingers off. Windchill 10:10 pm Nice. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm [[She said he had the prosthetics.]] *Gestures to screen.* Prowl 10:12 pm That's why he didn't know the knot he tied. boomtank 10:12 pm -wild gestures at screen- Primus 10:12 pm All the little things. Windchill 10:12 pm Yeah, that explains everything pretty neatly I think. boomtank 10:12 pm -nearly ove-balances- EEP! Primus 10:13 pm *Grabs Blaster* boomtank 10:13 pm -clings to- H-hey. Windchill 10:14 pm Just die already, we know. Primus 10:14 pm Don't go falling. You wanted to join me up here. Bevel 10:14 pm ...so he did duplicate himself? boomtank 10:14 pm Yup Kinda...overestimated things? Primus 10:15 pm Mhm boomtank 10:15 pm So...uh...pull me up? Primus 10:16 pm *Sets back down onto the floor instead, since the movie was about over* boomtank 10:16 pm Thanks Prowl 10:16 pm *mutters* I hope this is the one that loves the child. Windchill 10:17 pm I think they both did. boomtank 10:17 pm ...That was interesting Windchill 10:18 pm That was bloody awful. Primus 10:18 pm *Hangs upside down, his knees hooked on the rafter* Heh. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm [[It was fascinating.]] boomtank 10:18 pm -tugs at- Primus 10:18 pm Left you small clues, and one big one, throughout the movie Windchill 10:19 pm Fascinating and awful. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:19 pm ((Swoop is happy upstairs eating a small percentage of the treats that Bird lets him. Imma head out. Night!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm ((Byeee!)) boomtank 10:19 pm ((g'night! Windchill 10:19 pm It was well written. Prowl 10:19 pm In a story about the mundane, easily-explainable workings behind tricks that only look like magic to the uneducated, Windchill 10:19 pm (( Bye! )) Bevel 10:19 pm *still not sure she followed all of that but hey the little girl is gonna be happy so good ending?* Prowl 10:19 pm they had to resort to actual "magic" to make one of the tricks work. Primus 10:20 pm Magic is still unexplained science Windchill 10:20 pm I don't think that's what it was about. Prowl 10:20 pm I don't care that they call it "science." Insufficiently understood science is indistinguishable from magic, and they did not make it sufficiently understood. Windchill 10:20 pm It was about obsession and sacrifice. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:20 pm [[Of course they didn't. Magicians don't reveal secrets.]] Windchill 10:20 pm The magic was just a vehicle for that story. Prowl 10:21 pm Every other secret in the movie was revealed. That's a flimsy argument. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm [[No, it isn't. They did say at the beginning, no matter how much they beg and plead, you leave them wanting to know one thing.]] [[He told the boy with the coin that.]] Windchill 10:22 pm The audience is supposed to know it's pretend "science," so I disagree. I feel it is irrelevant to the story how well the science holds up in the real world. Prowl 10:22 pm And it was about obsession and sacrifice within a setting of magic-appearing-but-factually-mundane tricks. Introducing an actual bit of "magic" that breaks the laws of science as it's known to humans breaks the limits established by their own story. Windchill 10:22 pm If you're capable of any suspension of disbelief, it works. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm [[It is supposed to be a 'wonder'.]] Prowl 10:23 pm It's no different than setting up a movie as a murder mystery and then revealing in the last fifteen minutes that it was supernatural all along. Bevel 10:23 pm [[mun agrees with Prowl Prowl 10:23 pm If that's not there from the beginning, then they're defying their own genre. Windchill 10:23 pm If you think using the fake science breaks the rules of the story, that's fair. Prowl 10:23 pm Within the first act or so of a movie, it makes a contract with the viewer about WHICH disbelief you are expected to suspend. Windchill 10:24 pm I don't recall. Primus 10:24 pm Like mass shifting not existing only to have it happen later for a Cube. [Ooh sweet, that's on netflix? ouo Bevel 10:25 pm I wish I could mass shift. Prowl 10:25 pm And the contract this movie made at the beginning was that they would reveal their secrets—or if not reveal them, assure the audience that there ARE secrets to be revealed. Not science-slash-magic. Bevel 10:25 pm *not really following the conversation can you tell* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm ((NETFLIX CAN YOU STOP BEING WEIRD)) Windchill 10:25 pm I just don't believe that's what the story is about and so I am okay with letting it slide. Prowl 10:26 pm Hm. Windchill 10:26 pm I think the audience was supposed to take the, *he uses the quote fingers* "he duplicated himself with magic!" reveal as the big secret. Prowl 10:26 pm They may indeed have been shooting for what you said—or who said it? One of you said it's supposed to be a "piece of wonder." Primus 10:27 pm *Lets go of the rafters to casually turn mid-air to land o his pedes* This is amusing to listen to. Prowl 10:27 pm If that's what they were shooting for—it's dumb and they shouldn't have. Windchill 10:27 pm Not how the magic worked, because the audience wouldn't understand that. Humans haven't actually accomplished that in science, so they can't explain it in the film with real science. That's the flaw. They could have come up with a different plot that didn't rely on pretend science. Prowl 10:28 pm Humans are capable of creating convincing-looking fake science. Yes—they could have. They SHOULD have. Windchill 10:28 pm I have to disagree there. It's just a story, so I don't much care. Bevel 10:29 pm What happened to the drunk guy that the one magician was using for his double? Did he just go away? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm [[Paid well and moved on, he assumes.]] Windchill 10:29 pm ...I think so? Prowl 10:29 pm I don't care beyond the fact that the resolution didn't satisfy me. Bevel 10:29 pm They should have used him instead of the weird science/magic. Windchill 10:29 pm They didn't show it that I remember. Mind, my memory can be spotty. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm [[He will try to find a more satisfying film for the next week, then.]] Windchill 10:30 pm *shrugs.* I enjoyed it, the awful bird and wife killing aside. Bevel 10:30 pm Something Impact can watch? Prowl 10:30 pm They needed something to one-up the twins living their entire lives sharing half a life. A hired actor isn't adequate for that task. Primus 10:30 pm *Has a suggestion since he hasn't been around. Probably not a too child-friendly one* Windchill 10:30 pm *Maybe he just has lower standards, but he doesn't care about that either.* Prowl 10:31 pm Obviously, she escaped before the box was even lifted. Windchill 10:31 pm *Points* Tiger. Prowl 10:31 pm Otherwise they would have closed the curtain in mid-air to make it more impressive. Tiger. Windchill 10:32 pm Like me, tigers are easily distracted by food it seems. Bevel 10:32 pm Pretty. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm //I gotta try this with Ravage.// *From behind the bar:* =Do and die.= Bevel 10:32 pm I do not think that would wor--yeah ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm //ONYX IN THE PIT!// boomtank 10:32 pm ((girl has balls)) Prowl 10:32 pm Hm. If THAT'S how they do it, then why DON'T they close the curtain in midair? That would prove that she doesn't escape through a trap door. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm [[In case the tiger knocks the door down early, he supposes.]] [[One must account for accidents.]] Primus 10:34 pm They do practice this often, or why else would the tiger be so good about being trapped. boomtank 10:34 pm Food? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm [[He practiced his work often. Jazz still managed to interfere on occasion. Regrettably.]] Bevel 10:35 pm Ha ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm //Yer kiddin'. It's that easy?// Prowl 10:36 pm Pff. Primus 10:36 pm When you've got only one view for the audience? Yes. Windchill 10:36 pm Seems like it would be a pretty boring job. Prowl 10:37 pm I was going to guess a trap door. I just thought it was on the bottom. Windchill 10:37 pm You spend a lot of time waiting and hiding. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm *Amused.* [[You like trap doors.]] Prowl 10:37 pm Magicians like trap doors. Both tricks have used them so far. The first one used TWO doors. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm [[Fair, fair.]] Windchill 10:39 pm Who knows how many weapons you could hide, in a dress like that. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm [[Hmph. Only for humans.]] Prowl 10:40 pm ... Is that what that's supposed to look like? Hypnosis? Primus 10:40 pm Only for this illusion. Prowl 10:40 pm It just looked to me like she was being cooperative. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm \\SUBSPACE'S BETTER'N HUMAN CLOTH.\\ Bevel 10:40 pm He did not move it all the way around her. :| ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm [[It is an act, of course.]] Primus 10:40 pm Good note. Prowl 10:40 pm ... Forklift. Windchill 10:40 pm I have no idea what human hypnosis looks like. Prowl 10:41 pm Hah. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm [[The humans cannot hear the forklift?]] Primus 10:41 pm There is usually loud music playing Prowl 10:41 pm Loud music? Bevel 10:41 pm See! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm [[Ah. To cover the machine's noise.]] Primus 10:41 pm Music is a key trick. Windchill 10:42 pm *Snorts.* boomtank 10:42 pm -snickers- Windchill 10:43 pm That mask is hilarious. Prowl 10:43 pm *straightjacket. asylum.* Windchill 10:43 pm I'm not even sure that I can explain why. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm *Pit. He hopes Prowl won't have a panic.* Prowl 10:43 pm *freezes his avatar a second so he can shudder without it showing.* *there. nobody saw a thing.* Primus 10:44 pm *Small snort* Prowl 10:44 pm ... Did one duck behind the box for a moment? That would give them a chance to switch. Like the lantern. Primus 10:45 pm Observant as ever, Prowl. Bevel 10:45 pm That was a really good catch. boomtank 10:46 pm Cool Primus 10:47 pm *And it really is "straitjacket"* Windchill 10:48 pm Right in the groin. Prowl 10:48 pm .... Hm. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm //Minicons!// Prowl 10:48 pm Does she stand at the back of the box? Is it longer than it lo—? Bevel 10:48 pm Maybe she is really flexible? Primus 10:48 pm *Looks at Prowl and smiles. Waiting for him to see* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm \\YOU DUMB-AFT. HUMANS DON'T TRANSFORM INTO JUS' HANDS.\\ Prowl 10:49 pm ... Is she standing to the SIDE of it and leaning over? Hah. Primus 10:50 pm Good, Prowl. You're catching every trick so far. Aside from the tiger. Windchill 10:50 pm Then she just moves her arm? Bevel 10:50 pm That looks uncomfortable. Prowl 10:50 pm Not the— yes. The tiger. Windchill 10:51 pm They're kind of the same after a certain point, just dressed up differently. *He fakes a yawn, getting bored.* Prowl 10:51 pm *sits forward.* I actually have no idea how this one is done, unless it's just tiny gaps you can't see unless the rings shove through them. Bevel 10:52 pm Cool. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:53 pm //If that's a real crate, I'm Prime.// Windchill 10:53 pm Her butt is so shiny. Prowl 10:53 pm Show us the bottom of the crate. Bevel 10:53 pm I want to see how they make elephants disappear. Windchill 10:53 pm Please don't be a Prime, I don't like them. Primus 10:53 pm That will probably be the final trick to keep us hooked. Prowl 10:55 pm Was the bottom of the bag open? Primus 10:55 pm *Looks at Prowl* Prowl 10:55 pm *nods* Primus 10:56 pm Getting better, Prowl. boomtank 10:56 pm ....so it was a real crate? Windchill 10:56 pm Well, it's a good thing I never planned on going to any human magic shows. Except for the extra hole for the rope, yes. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm //Don't you be callin' me no Prime. That was a trick crate.// Windchill 10:57 pm The hole counts as a modification. boomtank 10:57 pm -snorts- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm [[He said 'look' like she can't move.]] Primus 10:57 pm *Chuckles* You already had a Matrix anyway. It was turned into a cape and crown for Zoi. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm [[One side is loose.]] Prowl 10:58 pm The closed door gives her time to pull up her feet. Windchill 10:58 pm There's no blood, I'm not convinced. They could have at least faked that. Primus 10:58 pm They used to have feet sticking out of the other side for the illusion Bevel 10:58 pm Is this like the other box trick? Prowl 10:59 pm That's why both blades are there. So you can't see that the other box is empty. Primus 10:59 pm Mhm Thin assistants are always key ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm //Heh. Guess if the DJin' thing ever dies you could do magic, Boss.// Prowl 10:59 pm ... If the feet on the other end are fake, how do they show her getting into place? Do they not show her being shackled in those cases? Does she just come already in the box? Primus 11:00 pm We don't see the inside of the box when it goes down Prowl 11:00 pm No, but it said that sometimes feet stick out. Fake feet. Primus 11:01 pm Shame we don't see that Bevel 11:01 pm Maybe she pushes them out when she gets in. Prowl 11:01 pm For fake feet to be sticking out the other end, they can't show her getting INTO her restraints, or else we'd see those fake feet at the same time. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm [[So show her sliding in through one end only.]] [[If they're remote control, they can be moved up and out.]] Bevel 11:01 pm Hidden pocket. Windchill 11:01 pm *Stretches.* That's enough for me. I usually refuel on Mondays and it's about time I did that. Prowl 11:01 pm Hmm. Something like that. In any case, they can't show the whole body as they do with this trick. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm [[Farewell, Windchill.]] Windchill 11:02 pm *Frowns a little. Cute bunny, he still doesn't approve of putting it in a hanging bag.* Prowl 11:03 pm ... *mumbles* I was going to guess a trap door. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm *Tiny huff.* Primus 11:03 pm Not everything is a trap door, Prowl. *Chuckles* Windchill 11:03 pm *Makes a shooing motion with his hand, unless Frenzy wants to come home with him he'll have to move.* Prowl 11:03 pm *tiny self-deprecating smirk* Bevel 11:03 pm More flexible assistants. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm \\I'M MOVIN', I'M MOVIN'!\\ *He's totally watching the screen as he tries to get down. BAM to the floor* Prowl 11:04 pm ... They're all at angles. She could be at the bottom. ... Except that one. Primus 11:04 pm Humans are very flexible, Prowl. Windchill 11:04 pm Shoo, shoo!...don't hurt yourself, jeeze. Prowl 11:04 pm She could be at the bottom AND forming a ring around that sword in the middle. boomtank 11:04 pm Flexible is an understatement Prowl 11:04 pm ... Orrrrr a trap door into the table. Windchill 11:04 pm Hollow bottom? Prowl 11:05 pm But I'm betting she sits in the bottom in a ring. Windchill 11:05 pm *Wait a second, he doesn't care, he's LEAVING.* Primus 11:05 pm *Snickers* Bevel 11:05 pm That is a really big basket. Prowl 11:05 pm He could still step into the basket, just in the middle of the ring. Primus 11:06 pm Mhm Windchill 11:06 pm *He actually gets off his butt, and shakes himself.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm [[He sees. The small entry hole helps them forget how wide the basket itself is.]] Windchill 11:06 pm Bye, suckeeeeers. Have fun with your not-magic show. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:07 pm \\SEEYA!\\ *From the floor wave* Prowl 11:07 pm I wonder how the assistants conceal defensive wounds. Windchill 11:07 pm *Sticks his tongue out towards the floor, and Frenzy.* Bevel 11:07 pm Big red handkerchief. Prowl 11:07 pm Pff. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm =Eat it.= Bevel 11:08 pm *yes excellent elephant* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm [[That is not a valid guess.]] Windchill 11:08 pm *POINTS.* Elephant. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm //They already got a tiger, don't they?// Prowl 11:08 pm Hold on, we haven't seen the trick yet. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm *Soundwave gently rubs his crest. Primus.* Prowl 11:08 pm There's still time to incorporate a fork. Bevel 11:08 pm Trapdoor. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm *Huffs despite himself* Primus 11:08 pm *Glances at Prowl* ? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm *At both of them* Windchill 11:09 pm *And now he leaves.* Bevel 11:09 pm Distraction! Prowl 11:09 pm So the magician could lose his job for helping reveal these tricks. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm [[Yes. That was what the host said at the start.]] Bevel 11:10 pm ... Prowl 11:10 pm What about all the assistants? Are their jobs endangered? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm [[And yet he did it three more times. He is interested in seeing the others.]] Prowl 11:10 pm Their faces aren't hidden. Bevel 11:10 pm Oh! Mirrors. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm [[Perhaps they no longer wished to work?]] Prowl 11:10 pm That many? Bevel 11:11 pm That is awesome. Prowl 11:11 pm And why not find a magician who no longer wished to work? Primus 11:11 pm It is more amusing outdoors This is all stage displays ItsyBitsySpyers 11:11 pm [[...Hm. Good point.]] Prowl 11:12 pm ... "Smoke and mirrors." Is this trick where the phrase is from? Primus 11:12 pm An old term for these sorts of tricks. Slight of hand and all distractions. Prowl 11:13 pm ......... Only one? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:13 pm [[...Only one what?]] Prowl 11:13 pm Episode? Bevel 11:13 pm Lots of distractions. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:13 pm [[No. There are three more.]] Pause. [[Would you like to see them next week?]] Prowl 11:13 pm I wouldn't be opposed. Bevel 11:13 pm I bet building stuff for magic tricks would be fun. Like a puzzle box but you put someone inside it. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm [[Good. He did enjoy hearing you - and Bevel - pull them apart.]] Primus 11:15 pm [fhslfJUMANJIno *Approves of spiders* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm *So does Prowl.* Prowl 11:16 pm *ONLY ONE* *... wonders if Tarantulas can jump like that* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm [[Please do not put mechs in puzzle boxes. Unless they want to be in one.]] Primus 11:16 pm *Likes wild spiders* Prowl 11:16 pm Assistants only. Primus 11:16 pm *Has he shown Soundwave the christmas spiders?* Bevel 11:16 pm *laughs* Prowl 11:16 pm Pff. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm *Prowl's sense of humor is really out tonight* Bevel 11:16 pm Can I borrow Rumble? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm //...Yeah, sure. Don't sword me tho.// Prowl 11:17 pm *it's been suppressed too long* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm [[...Oh. He's done this.]] [[...He didn't eat the mech, of course.]] Prowl 11:18 pm ... Feelers? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm *Nods.* Bevel 11:18 pm Aw, ok. No swords. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm [[If you wish a demonstration...?]] Prowl 11:19 pm ... If I say yes, are you going to randomly snatch me up from my worksite someday? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:19 pm [[...Would you like him to?]] Primus 11:19 pm [Snek, I did show you the christmas spiders somepoint, ye? Iremembernot ItsyBitsySpyers 11:19 pm ((i think you did! but someone in here is afraid of spiders so i must limit to one XD )) Primus 11:20 pm [Hokay. Lil precious babs [I htink there was a rattlesnake version boomtank 11:20 pm -oh, cool these things- Prowl 11:20 pm No, I have easier ways to take breaks. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm *Can't hold it in now. Actively trembling.* [[Then he will limit it to here.]] Prowl 11:21 pm *small smile. that's what he was hoping for.* ... I wouldn't mind seeing under more controlled circumstances. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:22 pm [[Something to discuss... later.]] *Look at these clever cephalopods. Ahh.* Primus 11:22 pm *chuckles* boomtank 11:23 pm That was cool Primus 11:24 pm Ah. The nautilus. boomtank 11:24 pm The what? Bevel 11:25 pm Oh it changed colors! ItsyBitsySpyers 11:25 pm [[Another cephalopod. A shelled one with many, many more limbs. It cannot see where it is going.]] [[Which is rather entertaining to watch.]] boomtank 11:25 pm Ooooh Primus 11:25 pm Go high and just roll ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm *Soundwave folds his hands and waits.* Prowl 11:27 pm ... What makes it sarcastic? Primus 11:27 pm The names humans give the animals. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm *This is the OTHER ocean creature that entertains him.* Bevel 11:27 pm Mouth ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm [[Perhaps it's going to give the octopus a telling off.]] Bevel 11:28 pm *kind of in love with the octopus changing colors* *laughs* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm *Rumble wheezes* Primus 11:29 pm *Snerk* boomtank 11:29 pm wow Prowl 11:29 pm *snk.* *they're just kites with mouths and tails* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm ((the temptation to play let's go fly a kite is strong)) boomtank 11:30 pm ((well...it fits? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:31 pm *Soundwave stretches his knees to the point of completely straightening them. One of them clicks. Ahhh. Much better.* [[He believes that will be all the videos for the evening.]] Prowl 11:31 pm *... watches* Primus 11:32 pm This was quite... entertaining. I'm glad I stopped in tonight. Bevel 11:32 pm I liked the octopus better than the mouth fish. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm [[As is he.] *Looks up* [[You are welcome whenever you wish, of course.]] [[And that is only natural. Octopuses are superior creatures.]] Primus 11:33 pm I'd... like to be "around" more, but things have been keeping me a little preoccupied as of late. [Like suddenly working 9 hours and standing for 8 of them. [WHICH. BLASTER, we need to sleep. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm [[Oh?]] Sits up. [[Not something too dangerous, he hopes.]] ((oh gosh, rest!)) Primus 11:34 pm Fortunately not. Just tiring. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm *Relaxes again. Good.* boomtank 11:34 pm ((WHOOPS Primus 11:34 pm [To be up and deal with repetitive questions. [sdfghjkl boomtank 11:35 pm ((I will sleep when I WANNA Primus 11:35 pm [Blaster I will throw a bottle at you. AND IT WILL NOT BE EMPTY boomtank 11:35 pm ((frick Well, it was nice to have you join tonight Prowl 11:36 pm *oh. he's been here all night and he hasn't taken time to greet the God Of Their World And Creator Of Their Species yet, has he* *... vague nod at primus. hi.* Primus 11:36 pm *Hi to you too Prowl* Primus 11:38 pm *Really does need to finish one of many conversations. For now, he must slide on out* Bevel 11:38 pm *sadly Bevel fails to realize the new bot is anyone she ought to know* Prowl 11:39 pm *it's okay bevel. it took prowl like three movie nights.* *he had to start an earthquake for prowl to get it.* Primus 11:39 pm [And for me to get buggered because "YESWEARECLOSING" "YESITSUCKS" and "SEPTEMBERISWHENWECLOSE" [fjksk and don't feel too bad bevel boomtank 11:39 pm -Blaster is going to wave, and follow Primus on out- ItsyBitsySpyers 11:39 pm *Soundwave lifts a feeler goodbye to both Blaster and Primus.* boomtank 11:39 pm ((because mun doesn't want to be pegged with a half full soda bottle Bevel 11:40 pm *bevel's inability to not recognize someone she called grandfather at one point is probably a little sad tho* [[night to both of you Primus 11:40 pm [night you guys, perhaps next monday I shall be back for another of this ItsyBitsySpyers 11:41 pm ((YAY)) Primus 11:41 pm [I really wanna see you guys react to a certain french animated mvoie [Blaster knows it boomtank 11:41 pm ((yup! And g'night! ((and I swear to god, if you suggest what I think you did Primus 11:41 pm [ :3 ItsyBitsySpyers 11:41 pm ((throw me it in an ask next chance)) boomtank 11:41 pm ((DEATH Primus 11:42 pm [IZZAGUD [it is a musical boomtank 11:42 pm ((I know where you SLEEP Prowl 11:42 pm ((is it the giant singing bug one)) ((that's the only french animated musical i know)) Primus 11:42 pm [I wanna see this, but, no [Different one [okay sleeps for us both before I get too buggered to work boomtank 11:43 pm ((away with you Primus 11:43 pm [ngiht, officially, guys <3 boomtank 11:44 pm ((g'night! ItsyBitsySpyers 11:46 pm @Bevel : [[He assumes you took his advice at some point tonight?]] Bevel 11:48 pm *jerks a little, was kind of hoping the whole topic would just... not get brought up again. avoidance thy name is Bevel* @Soundwave: Yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:48 pm *Nods at her.* @Bevel : [[Good. Try to choose your company more wisely in the future. Ratchet has been stressed enough.]] Bevel 11:50 pm @Soundwave: Ratchet has more important stuff to do than stress about my company. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:51 pm *Nod.* Bevel 11:52 pm *not sure if Soundwave's assurance of that point made her feel better or worse but she'll nod back anyway* Bevel 11:53 pm *she'll also be leaving now* *bids the room goodnight because mun forgot which minis around still around and that might take a while* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm *Rumble and Frenzy wave. Ravage doesn't really move because he's lazy.* Prowl 11:55 pm *vague nod* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:55 pm *...Test. Stretches leg again.* Prowl 11:55 pm *... watches again.* *just. casually. side-eyeing.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:57 pm *Hmm. Stretches arms up?* Prowl 11:57 pm *it's not quite as intense a watch, but watches that too* Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm (txt): Leg interest, Prowl's: always suspected. Confirmation: amusing, noted. Prowl 12:00 am *huff* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:01 am *Tilts his helm to one side and then the other. Thinking. Probably planning something.* (txt): Question: Prowl staying, leaving? Prowl 12:01 am The construction is—different. It's... interesting to watch in motion. ... I don't know. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:02 am *Soundwave's right hand taps the other one two times. He then settles on his thought.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:04 am *The spines on his back retract, he turns, and swings his legs over Prowl's lap and that side of the seat, settling in for a rest.* (txt): Construction within easier view now. Side glances: unnecessary. Obvious personal suggestion: Prowl stays. Prowl 12:05 am *oh.* *there are legs in his lap.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:06 am *It would seem so.* Prowl 12:07 am *kind of, sits up and holds his hands up. not sure where he should set them.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:10 am (txt): Prowl's hands not bitten. *Will reach out and gently nudge one down to about that knee/lower thigh spot with a skinny finger, if allowed.* (txt): This, not hold-up. Raised arms: unnecessary. Soundwave: comfortable. Find own. Prowl 12:11 am *ah. yes. good. that's where he wanted to put it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:13 am *Good, good. ... Wonders if Prowl will let him nudge the other hand as well.* Prowl 12:13 am *no need. lowers his other hand to a shin, then slides it up until Prowl's hands meet in the middle, to explore Soundwave's unusual joints.* Prowl 12:14 am *laying his hands there limply is one thing; is exploration okay? he moves his hands hesitantly, his touches featherlight.* *too light for himself to actually feel anything beyond the fact that resistance is stopping his fingers from moving further; he's using them more as a guide for his eyes.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:17 am *Well, he was gonna move it over to the top of Prowl's head to see what happened, but that's fine too. A small wiggle and both joint guards sort of - flip forward a little to make more room for poking fingers. Yes, he'd say it's okay.* Prowl 12:20 am *then he'll continue his explorations, his touches a little more solid, bending lower to study Soundwave more closely.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:25 am *They're not unlike the ones in his elbows, to be honest. Round and thin, though perhaps not quite as much, with the same circular light on the sides and a small stripe on both front and back. Unusual isn't the half of it. They allow for more movement up and down than Soundwave usually relies on, and if Prowl looks on the inside of the knee guards, there's lights there too.* Prowl 12:27 am *he's definitely poking under the knee guards. he'll happily explore those lights, as well as any other joints, hinges, struts, and other parts, mobile or immobile, he may come across.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:30 am (txt): This, always partially possessed. Written through a low rumble. As long as he doesn't poke the gap between the disks in the back, he should be fine. Soundwave will fluff the armor out on the closer leg to give him more to see between seams. (txt): Efficient top heavy weight redistribution. Necessity increased after arms lengthened. Prowl 12:35 am You haven't always had this design? *tries to remember from when he saw Soundwave's other form. Only remembers the tires.* *with more access to more seams, Prowl eagerly slides his fingers in, exploring all the gaps he can find from every angle he can find. Including in the back.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:41 am WELL. He wasn't expecting hands instead of optics, but you know, he's not really going to complain. Those lights are gonna brighten up real nicely though. (txt): Negative. Prowl recalls glowing wheels? Original form, ve And that's as far as he gets before he bucks hard enough someone would've been flipped off the couch had they been perched on him, emitting a single startled beep. The one leg wriggles and jerks in an effort to get away from the tickle in the back of his knee. (txt): Desist, desist-- Prowl 12:45 am Wh—! *immediately jerks back, sitting up straight, hands raised up next to his head as though this IS a hold up.* Sorry, sorry! What did I—? *did he hurt something? did he pull on a cable?* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:50 am Oh thank Primus. Soundwave takes a moment to vent and settle his leg back where it was. Maaaaybe lay them both flatter so Prowl can't do that again. Just in case. (txt): ...Disliked sensitive location. Gonna. Wriggle himself back to a comfortable position, having wedged himself up oddly on accident. (txt): Prowl: fine. Resume if wished. ... Avoid spot contact. Prowl 12:55 am *Sensitive, Soundwave said. Painful? Ticklish? In any case, a weak spot of some sort.* Right. Okay. *Places his hands tentatively on Soundwave again, being sure to keep them along the sides of his knees but no lower.* Let me know if I get too near anything else. Prowl 1:01 am *... And it occurred to Prowl, as two fingertips traced the circumference of one of Soundwave's biolights, just how much—how much... control he was being offered. How much trust. Prowl was an Autobot officer—for much of the war, one of the seconds-in-command. And he was one of the SCARY officers, known not as one that can kill you in battle but one that can find you even outside of battle, if he wanted to. And Soundwave was comparable—even moreso in his own universe than his alternate in Prowl's.* *And yet Prowl had Soundwave's legs in his hands, with tiny pieces and tiny cables under his fingers. And Prowl could just—just pull something apart. And Soundwave trusted him not to.* *And more than that—Soundwave's trust wasn't misplaced. Prowl knew it wasn't, because Prowl knew he wasn't going to do anything.* Prowl 1:02 am *... And if he'd somehow become capable of that, of holding a former Decepticon officer's legs in his lap and knowing that he wasn't going to hurt them... then maybe there was some glimmer of hope for him yet.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:13 am (txt): Acknowledged. He'd retracted his spines so they wouldn't scrape all over the couch - a good thing, seeing as he'd just writhed around like he had scraplets in his internals - and Prowl would have trouble fitting his blocky hand and forearm back behind Soundwave's head to reach the base of the back of his neck and tickle him there. All was well, as far as he could tell. Maybe not Prowl. Soundwave didn't think a few magic tricks would solve an existential crisis. But this was the best mood he'd seen his ally experiencing in a long time, and - well, he'd kind of missed this. All of it. Not feeling like there was a poisoned river running between them, physical contact, respect, actual communication. Everything. So it didn't take long for him to fall back into a state of deep contentment, enjoying what was there while he could, avatar or not. If that happened to include sending a few pings of affection - one because of the present moment, one in general, and one because he'd-- ItsyBitsySpyers 1:15 am started to think he might never have reason to do it again - so be it. He could stretch himself that far past his fears, and Prowl could just deal with the tiny 'emotional outburst'. Prowl 1:18 am *He matched back each ping—and then, to cap them off, leaned forward to leave a light kiss on one of Soundwave's knee guards. So how's that for an emotional outburst?* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:20 am *You tell me. What's pulling his leg up (see, he -can- do the sawed in half trick) to catch Prowl on one set of ankle hooks and topple him toward Soundwave look like as far as reactions go?* Prowl 1:27 am *It looks like an attack. Prowl likes this attack. He has to scrabble a bit for balance, but settles himself with one hand on the seat next to Soundwave's waist, and a forearm against the armrest.* *And the smile he graces Soundwave with is—still a little cautious, still a little self-conscious, something about it just a little bit restrained—but probably the brightest Soundwave has ever seen from Prowl.* Hi. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:45 am It takes absolutely everything Soundwave has not to do something incredibly weak and soft-sparked, like take his visor off and nip one of those smiling lips, or forget that it's only an avatar and wrap his arms around Prowl to pull him down, or - and this is a big one - coil him up like he's building a Prowl shaped electromagnet, as appropriate as that would be. Which is probably why he's all out of it by the time his mind reaches the next to last thing on its list - something he's wanted to do for so long now. Something he's missed doing ever since he got comfortable with it again, but had come to associate with more unpleasant situations in the recent past. Blame the damn smile. He's going to, when he realizes what he's done. "Greetings." Prowl 1:51 am *It takes a beat for Prowl to register that that's not a recording he's hearing. And then, for a split second, just a flicker, Prowl's smile stretches even wider, optics widening and brightening in surprise and delight. For a moment he actually manages to completely forget how to speak, before he manages to get out,* Greetings! ItsyBitsySpyers 2:00 am Soundwave snaps a shot as quick as that flicker and saves it, but not with the others. This one is worth a place in the collection of things that inspire a little bit more persistence whenever he sees his ruined planet and teeters on the brink of despair, and there it will hopefully stay. He huffs quietly at Prowl's speechlessness and awkward response, and at that, gives in to the urge to tug. Stay. Prowl 2:08 am *Yes.* *He leans forward, the intensity of his smile softening as he bumps his crest against Soundwave's, and swings his legs up to slide them onto the edge of the couch next to Soundwave's.* *It took him a while, longer than it should have—but now he gets why Soundwave showed him the image of them sleeping together.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:18 am Better late than never. And this time, there's no "doesn't matter". It does matter, and Prowl's chosen to join him, and-- And Soundwave will waste no time returning that bump and adjusting himself for a little extra comfort, because it is, after all, only a couch. Not quite as roomy as his berth. He does burn a little of it marking the moment in his memory with a small, satisfied hum, but that's all right. It's all right. He's out before Prowl can say "top secret meeting". Prowl 2:33 am *Before he can say "top secret meeting," but not before he can leave a light, staticky kiss on Soundwave's visor, directly above his mouth.* *Nor before he can murmur, almost too softly to hear,* Thank you. *And then he turned to lie on his side with Soundwave, helm settled on his shoulder, optics dimmed. Not asleep—not wholly, not with his avatar on—but dozing. Close enough to sleep that he could narrow his world to the feeling and sounds of Soundwave next to him.* *He'll stay there until he has to leave for work; and even then, he'll leave his avatar in idle until Soundwave wakes up. He doesn't want to lose a second of this.*

[verdigrisprowl]

An Unscheduled Meeting

Starscream visits Prowl to begin discussing the process of transitioning him from prisoner to parolee. Intense political scheming ensued. Favorite line: “You're completely missing the point of the metaphor, /I'm/ the salami.”

Prowl: *is at his desk up on the mezzanine. Has been for some days now; he finally got tired of sleeping.* Prowl: *At the very least he can get a head start on the work he'll need to do once he's allowed back out to the construction site.* Starscream: *BOOM BABY. You have a guest. That guest is your boss. He should have probably called ahead but he didn't.* Starscream: *He's knocking on the doorframe, at least* Hope you're decent, Prowl. Prowl: You have the cameras, can't you check? *he is, in fact, decent.* Prowl: *and not even the shock of an unannounced visit will prevent him from counter-sassing Starscream.* Prowl: *stands to lean over his desk and look at the next floor down.* What are you doing here? *wasn't there a whole thing about starscream pretending he WASN'T associating with prowl?* Starscream: I could, but for some reason they don't always seem to keep up with your activity. Starscream: Now Prowl, that's no way to treat your employer and your imminant liberator. Prowl: *dryly* If Primus himself walked in my room I'd still ask him what he's— *beat* ... Come again? Starscream: *smirks* For the past several months you've been working away tirelessly to redeem yourself to the people of Cybertron. I think the time has come to take the next step. Prowl: ... You think it's had that much of an impact? I've been monitoring the comment sections of news articles that mention me, but... *but prowl is shiit at reading people, big masses of people included.* Prowl: *also nobody ever visits the comments section of news articles when they have something nice to say.* Prowl: *all right, this is more important than his desk work, he's coming down the stairs* Starscream: Well, you're certainly staying in the public eye, and that's far better than fading into obscurity. Of everything on Cybertron it's the task of rebuilding that is the most important, and you've stayed Starscream: at the forefront of the efforts. Starscream: I won't claim that there's been a widespread total reversal of sttitudes (WAIT I HAVE WATER BOILING ONE SEC) Starscream: (okay back) Prowl: (o7) Starscream: I won't claim that there's been a total reversal of attitude, as that would probably take the physical elimination of detractors. But as for a growing apathy? Starscream: We can use that. Starscream: 8I And im not interested in waiting until you've truely become Cybertron's golden boy to be able to use you strategically, or there'll probably be none of your processor left from construction acciden Prowl: Pf. Apathy. It sets in so fast. *what else does he expect out of neutrals, though.* Prowl: So you think conditions have changed enough that we can start relaxing some of the terms of my containment? To what extent? *gonna park himself in the kitchen and lean on a counter* Starscream: Hn. What I would like is to start utilizing your investigative experience. I'm not sure if I could let you completely off the leash as things are, however. Starscream: We have apathy and sympathy on our side, not completely blind idiocy. Prowl: ... Investigative ability? As a— You mean as a—like, a police officer? Starscream: ..yes? Is that weird? Prowl: *Well. Yes. Prowl was NOT expecting that. Was expecting to be used for his ability to strategize. Combat and politics. How to kill people and make it look like an accident.* Prowl: ... No. Of course not. That's... How are you going to sell THAT to the public? Prowl: Or is it to remain secret, too? Starscream: *Look he plans to use you for a lot of things. Most of the things you listed could be done as a cop* Starscream: I haven't decided yet. What I have decided is that my current enforcer force is worefully inadequate and inept. Prowl: *SNORT* You don't say. Starscream: So? Are you interested in finally getting out of your cage? Prowl: *pause* ... Of course. Prowl: I assume you have a plan for how you'll explain this to the public? Starscream: More or less. I'm still working out the fine detail on if I want to start releasing rumors before the official annoucement,. Starscream: The overall plan is to make a formal announcement on your change of satus, how you've proven willing to work for Cybertron's good. Prowl: Hmm. Prowl: The benefit of said potential rumors? Starscream: To ease the populace into the idea rather than immediately dropped onto them. Prowl: ... Hm. Prowl: You could potentially accomplish the same results without the... stigma that comes with rumors. Prowl: Make official statements about my improvement and how that reflects on my potential for assisting Cybertron, that sort of thing. Prowl: It sounds more... legitimate than rumors. Rumors suggest you're doing it behind the population's backs. *which he IS, but that's not the image they want.* Starscream: Rumors can't be directly traced back, nor provide a place for complaints. Prowl: But they can stir up discontent. Prowl: ... Maybe a combination? Rumors from below and positive official statements from above? Starscream: Acceptable. We may need more than that. Do you have anything to add weight to your new... I don't know, direction in life or whatever? Prowl: ... When I have an opportunity, I intend to publicly announce my resignation from the Autobots. Prowl: *"resignation." like being an Autobot was a job, instead of citizenship in a small militarized nation.* Starscream: That may work. The NAILS and their importance on neutrality and all. Starscream: Hmm. I'm not sure about allowing you full enforcer power yet, though. Perhaps a smaller assignment for now. Prowl: That's probably prudent. The public is used to seeing me as a criminal; they'll have to be eased into seeing me as somebody who /opposes/ crime. Prowl: ... What sort of assignment? Starscream: Something that allows you to oppose crime in a visible manner. Prowl: ... Nothing staged. Starscream: Hmph, fine. Nothing staged, though it will take slightly longer then. Prowl: I'm patient. True crime will minimize the risk that someone figures it out and a real scandal starts. Starscream: Very well. So, you have no objections to rising above the common construction worker? Prowl: ... There are several things wrong with that sentence. Prowl: Regardless, I—think I should... At least in part, I think I should—continue that work. Prowl: Cybertron DOES need to be rebuilt. That's not just a publicity stunt to help me look good. I'm no master architect; but no one else here is, either. Unlike most, though, I have the... the potential. Prowl: ... To at least help. Starscream: And your collection of gaudy colored roomates has nothing to do with it. Prowl: ... I didn't pick up that potential /alone./ They know the field; I don't. I have a head for numbers and graphs; they don't. Prowl: *but oh, is he chagrined to admit it. the corners of his mouth sink in a scowl.* Starscream: *snickers* Technically they have the head for more than just construction, now. Prowl: *scowl deepens* As long as nothing can be done about it, it might as well be used for Cybertron's benefit. Starscream: Hmph. As long as you're available when I need you to do something,  I don't care what you do on the side. Starscream: It certainly won't hurt Cybertron any. Prowl: It will have to be scheduled. For now, as far as Iacon is concerned, reconstruction isn't "on the side," it's my main duty. Starscream: I don't care what Cybertron this is your main duty. Prowl: I know you don't. But you'll care when they start wondering if I'm up to something fishy. All I'm saying is that even if my construction work is significantly reduced, I still need a regular schedule. Starscream: Very well. Do you have any other concerns? Prowl: For starters, timeframe. What happens next, and when does it happen? Starscream: We start by releasing rumors and positive official statements that may not explicitly mention your impending release but hint at it. Prowl: When? Immediately, or...? Prowl: Immediately would be best to capitalize on my recent injury. I think I won some sympathy with that. Starscream: Agreed. Apathy may be in our favor in somethings, but sympathy should be taken advantage of Prowl: How long will that stage last? Prowl: And is there anything *I* should be doing during it? Right now, while I'm not working, I'm not in the public eye. I don't know if that's working for or against us. Starscream: Hmm. Perhaps an interview or two... Starscream: I don't suppose you have a heartfelt, grandoise speech prepared expressing your change of ways? Prowl: ... No, but I could write one. Prowl: Interview-with-the-news interview? On what justification? Do you think that's—safe? *prowl is not known for being personable* Starscream: Hearing your side of things. Though- ....yes, you're right. You don't exactly have my flair for public address. Starscream: We'd probably do more harm than good. Prowl: *he'd be offended if it wasn't completely true* Prowl: How much control do you have over the media? Could we control what questions I received so I could prepare ahead of time? Starscream: *drums fingers on arm* I believe I can get a reporter that can be trusted not to improvise on a script, yes. Starscream: In a pinch we could cut the feed, but that looks nearly as bad as watching you flounder. Prowl: At least if I flounder, some people might pity me. Starscream: Your reputation of being not the best speaker is probably widespread enough to facilitate that. Prowl: Probably not among neutrals. But if they don't know yet, they might well find out. Starscream: So. Is there anything else? Prowl: Yes. Once I am liberated—what are the limits and parameters? I assume that, at the start, this will be more like parole than like a full pardon? Prowl: Curfew, escorts, limits to how far I can travel, et cetera? Starscream: Indeed. As public opinion of you improves we can loosen restrictions, but for now- Starscream: You won't be able to directly enter any part of Metroplex, especially anything near the bridge or his processor. Starscream: I'd rather not have Windblade of all mechs be the one to assasinate me over this. Starscream: You will have an escort at all times, either another mech or a drone of some sort. Starscream: Curfew... hn. I dont know what would unsettle mechs more, your sulking around during the off cycle or when most of them are active. Prowl: ... In general, the off cycle, but they'd have to be confronted less often with the fact of my partial freedom because less people would see me. Prowl: Pff. It would probably be most convenient to just not go outside at all. Starscream: You won't be very useful if you stay inside all of the time. They'll never get used to you that way. Prowl: ... What about holomatter? I have an avatar that looks like—well—MOSTLY like me. Perhaps it would go over better with the public if they knew the version of me that was walking around wasn't real? Prowl: They could get used to seeing me in public and still know I wasn't actually there. Starscream: Hmm. That may work. And you would naturally be limited to the area the holomatter can be projected to, so they wouldn't have to worry about you being where you shouldn't. Prowl: That's a four hundred mile radius. Starscream: ...okay, more limited than that. Prowl: So we tell them it isn't four hundred miles. Starscream: What happened to not straight up lying? Prowl: Fine. So we ask them to deal with the fact that I can, and have always been able to, appear anywhere at any time in avatar form, and the only reason I don't is because I choose not to. Prowl: I think that will go over well. Starscream: *snorts* I didn't say we WOULDNT lie to them. Starscream: Confined to holomatter appearences, unable to affect suspects, etc. Prowl: Will my avatar need an escort? Starscream: Yes, since it's acting in your place. Prowl: Hm. I'm not going to start bringing an escort to my movie nights. Prowl: Cybertron doesn't know about those anyway. Starscream: Oh, speaking of... who among your movie night escapades is your invisible guest? I would expect that's where you met them, anyway. Prowl: He wouldn't be showing up invisible if he wanted you to know that, would he? Starscream: Which is why I'm asking you, not rigging up some elaborate paint trap. Prowl: *pictures tarantulas dripping in paint. snorts.* Prowl: He's a useful resource. And a decent distraction when I'm sick to my stomach of Constructicons. That's what matters. Starscream: And someone you feel it's best I don't know the identity of. Starscream: Hmph. Whatever, I'll find out eventually. Prowl: As I said. He DOES show up invisible. Prowl: Have you ever heard people say that cesium salami is only good as long as you don't know how it's made? Prowl: The Autobots learned to view my work the same way. My invisible visitor is useful to you, through me. That's what matters. Prowl: Don't think too hard about the salami. Starscream: ...you're dating someone you just compared to a questionable food. Prowl: One—interfacing, not dating. Two—I'm the questionable food. Keep up. Starscream: You're probably both questionable. Is it at leat only one invisible visitor or is it a parade of see-through guests making a mockery of security. Prowl: Do you really want to know? Starscream: Yes, actually. Prowl: You're asking how the salami's made. Prowl: *prowl doesn't metaphor very often but when he does he commits* Starscream: I would like to know if I should even maintain the facade of security around here, or if I should just give up and have whatever cameras are still functional taken down. Starscream: I'm asking how many ingrediants are in the salami. Prowl: Well, if you'd like to take them down, I wouldn't mind. Starscream: That was not a number. Prowl: "One." *with finger quotes.* Starscream: ......that isn't a useful answer. Prowl: How sad for you. Starscream: Before you engage me in a battle of pettiness, please remember who you're talking to. Prowl: I never forget. Prowl: I could give you another number now. Ask yourself if you'll believe whatever it is I say. Starscream: So. At least one guest with enough importance that you refuse to identify them. Starscream: Can I trust that you at least remember who you're working for once we begin your route to parole? Or should I be on the lookout for more rebellious spirit. Prowl: I didn't tell Optimus all my resources either. That doesn't mean they weren't utilized for his benefit. It doesn't mean they won't be utilized for yours. Starscream: Somehow I'm not reassured. I wonder why that might be. Prowl: Probably because you think I'm the kind of second that you were. Starscream: Probably. After all I know you've only agreed to work for me as long as my goals benefit Cybertron. Starscream: Right so- rumors, interview questions, holomatter restrictions and escort. Prowl: Right. Prowl: ... And in the meantime, I wait in here? Or am I going back to the construction site soon? Starscream: Here. I don't want any more poles through your head and at leat it'll be slightly more difficult here. Starscream: Depending on what your salami does with you. Prowl: You're completely missing the point of the metaphor, /I'm/ the salami. Starscream: Then what does that make him? Prowl: One of the ingredients you don't want to know about. Prowl: ... Wait. No. That didn't come out right. Prowl: My work. Is the salami. I'm the salami-maker, he's an ingredient. Starscream: ...*pinches the bridge of his nose. This is getting painful* Starscream: Alright Salami Maker, is there anything else I need to cover? Prowl: ... I'm rethinking my stance on whether I want the interview to be cut off if it goes badly. Starscream: And? Prowl: I think that's it. Prowl: ... Curfew. We didn't resolve... We can mess with that later. Starscream: Indeed. Prowl: I suppose that's it. Starscream: Good. Enjoy the rest of your day. Or whatever. Prowl: Mm. Prowl: ... Start sending me what data you have on your enforcers. I want to know what I'm going to be getting into. Starscream: Very well. You're going to hate it, though. Prowl: Oh, I know. Prowl: *he has stopped scowling just long enough to give the bitterest smirk. he knows. he's seen them at work.*

(And then we assumed that was a good enough conclusion and Starscream left the end.)