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atlasxrose · 4 years

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all of them for Xander :)

20 times Atlas almost said, I love you.

♔: Finding your muse wearing their clothes

March, 2018

Atlas wasn’t sure how many times it had happened now, the witch had stopped counting their sexual encounters by number, and instead shifted to weeks, then months, just passing six. It was a cold, miserable day, the skies had opened and doused the vampire and the witch. Xander had offered Atlas a shower, warm clothes, and an old story that befitted the gloomy weather. The witch had emerged in the den, wearing a fleece shirt that was a bit too long, the cuffs bagged at the wrist a bit, while the joggers that the vampire had found for him were much too long.

Atlas offered Xander a smile, suddenly feeling flushed as the vampire’s amused gaze fixated with something that, for once, didn’t look like it was framing the opening for some jest at the witch’s expense. “They’re kind of big,” Atlas admitted the obvious, but they were comfortable, and nothing was falling off of him. “Thanks.” There was something else that was on the tip of his tongue, but the witch just swallowed the word vomit and took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, his feet pulled up beneath him as he rested his face on his hand, turned towards Xander. His smile was easy, comfortable, easier than whatever else this was.

“So, tell me. Lorenzo Medici, top or bottom?”

♕: Holding hands

April, 2018

It was late, and Atlas was out. He’d been troubled for most of the night, bothered by a dream that the witch could not wake from. Gripped by visions of movements done in the dark, omens of a future that absolutely terrified him. Atlas came to Corinth to start over, but the past refused to simply let him live - his time would run out, eventually, the witch felt that much had to be true. In the early hours of twilight he’d spotted Xander on a park bench, he was feeding birds after his shift at Styx, and the ducks were grateful for it. Part of Atlas wanted to just keep walking, his mind wasn’t in the right place to be social, and, as if sensing this, Xander called out to him.

They sat there, talking about the dreams Atlas had been having until the sun rose fully, occasionally Xander tossed some feed to the ducks, but at some point Xander’s hand closed the distance between them. The vampire’s fingers closed around his and whatever the vision had meant, suddenly weighed a little bit less.

“It’ll be okay, trust me.” It wasn’t anything Xander could be certain of, Atlas could see the future and even he didn’t know. It was more like a promise: the sun would still rise tomorrow. There was something the witch wanted to say just then, instead there was just a sigh, followed by a yawn. He was tired. Atlas smiled, his eyes on the birds that wadded across the stones.

“Now I know why they’re so fat.”

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

June, 2018

“Hold still.” Atlas all but hissed, the witch’s sharp movement tugged on Xander’s hair and made the man’s head jerk back. The vampire made some threatening comment about how he should have compelled the witch to at least pretend to be gentle. “Shut up, what two-thousand-four-hundred and sixty-five year old vampire gets gum in their hair?” Atlas asked, tsking at the reminder that the vampire had showed up on the witch’s doorstep after an unfortunate altercation with a toddler.

Atlas shook his head as Xander continued to grumble to himself, the witch worked more of the solvent he’d mixed up into the matted mess of hair and pulled the comb through. Another sharp tug and nothing but gum came off the side.

“I hate you.” Xander muttered, there was something that Atlas wanted to say in response, an easy smile on his lips as he sat on the brim of the tub while the vampire’s head rested between the witch’s knees. Instead he kept combing, nearly finished with the mess atop of Xander’s head.

“You’ll thank me when you don’t have to cut all of your hair off.”

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

October, 2018

There was some documentary series on Alexander The Great’s tomb and Xander wanted to watch it so that he could yell at the screen that the archaeologists were looking in the wrong place. Hanging out was something that was kind of new for them, they had started sleeping together a year prior, and getting closer felt easy. Natural. Atlas enjoyed spending time with Xander, usually. So, after the two of them had hooked up, Xander asked Atlas if he was interested in joining him, and against the witch’s better judgement. He agreed.

Some time between the suspicions of poisoning and the dismantling of the King’s empire, Atlas fell asleep, his eyes opening sometime later, his head rested neatly on Xander’s lap as the credits started to roll. Atlas sighed and sat up, cracked his neck before he looked at the vampire’s face fully, framed by the blue glow of the t.v., his features sat in still darkness. There were tears in his eyes, and Atlas felt like an idiot.

Through the darkness, the witch’s hand found his, “Are you okay?” Atlas asked, Xander didn’t answer, he didn’t need to. The witch already knew of the way in which the vampire had been broken, he’d spotted his broken edges the moment he’d glimpsed Xander’s palm. It was what made this so easy for them, comfortable, they’d both been hurt before. There was something that Atlas wanted to say, but instead he just squeezed the man’s hand and pulled it around him, then laid back down.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

February, 2019

Laughter had started to fill much of their time together, Xander had a way of making Atlas take himself less seriously, and the witch liked to think that maybe he brought some joy to the vampire’s life. The witch was explaining some of the magical wards he had put in place around his home when Xander pointed out that they hadn’t done anything to stop the vampire before, his home wasn’t as secure as he thought it was. To mock him, Xander pinned a blanket to the ceiling like a tent and called it an impenetrable fortress. Annoyed, Atlas was content to ignore the vampire until he eventually left his house and hopefully never came back.

Xander poked him. His index finger jabbing into Atlas’ side once, then twice, then finally the witch turned, ready to yell at Xander to stop when the vampire kissed him instead. Atlas sighed, he wished for the willpower to to not want to be kissed by Xander, but couldn’t find it. “I hate you.” Atlas whispered, and for a moment, Xander paused, the witch was unsure of what the vampire was going to say but a wry smile graced Xander’s lips instead.

He pulled Atlas into his arms and whispered: “Liar.”

♙: Sharing a bed

March, 2019

Atlas didn’t do sleepovers. His home was his safe place, his haven, it was where he practiced and where his magic was strongest. All those feelings of security aside, the witch enjoyed his space, and generally did not enjoy sleeping next to someone. Most men breathed heavily, or snored, or did a number of annoying things through the night that kept the witch awake. Xander wasn’t like that though, he was dead, so Atlas didn’t have to worry about him breathing or snoring. The vampire didn’t give off any body heat, so Atlas didn’t have to wake up sweating in the arms of a literal furnace.

So, all that was left were those pesky fears of commitment, and whatever this was quietly becoming. They’d started sleeping together over a year prior, then Xander had become his friend, it was supposed to be easy, simple. Atlas didn’t believe in love, or so he’d said, but the truth was he didn’t really believe he was deserving of it. No man had ever really loved him, no man he’d ever loved had ever even come close to loving him back, so much of the witch felt alone, felt he had to be alone. As if it was what he deserved.

Despite all this, he didn’t pull away this time when Xander asked if he wanted to stay the night. He stayed, his head rested neatly on the firmness of the vampire’s strong chest. There, in the moonlight, the witch traced the gnarled and jagged scar on Xander’s forearm. A spear had puncture it once, what might have been a thousand lifetimes ago. It was amusing in a way, how a vampire was frozen in the physical state where they had been turned, the witch wondered if their emotions were much the same. If ever there would come a day when Atlas looked at Xander and he wasn’t wondering if the vampire wished the witch were someone else.

“Good,” Xander whispered, “now go to sleep.”

There was something that Atlas wanted to say just then, and maybe it was safe to, because shortly after the vampire had told the oracle to go to bed, Xander was fast asleep. Atlas drew his bottom lip between his teeth, watched the soft flutter of the vampire’s eyelashes, then let out a sigh. He curled further under Xander’s arm and closed his eyes against the dark.

“Goodnight.” Atlas whispered, while he’d expected Xander to be asleep, the man’s voice cut the darkness once more. “Goodnight.”

♚: Head scratches

April, 2019

Xander’s gaze was meant to be fixed on the book he was reading. The vampire had invited himself over when the witch explained that he was planning on spending the day practicing, working in there somewhere that there was a spell he was developing. Atlas was beginning to learn that Xander had something of a soft spot for witches, magic in general, maybe. He was just glad that the vampire had chosen him to fixate on, even though he usually didn’t allow an audience while he was working over his cauldron.

Atlas muttered words of power over a liquid that churned amber and gold, magic charged the air before the witch stuttered and the airy fluid immediately soured and turned an earthy brown. Xander came up behind him, attracted it seemed by the sound and smell of Atlas’ failure. He rested his head on top of Atlas’, a gesture that the witch hated before Xander scratched at the back of the witch’s head.

“That looks like crap and it smells foul. Worse than crap.”

“Keep leaning on me and you’ll be wearing it.” Atlas promised, he felt Xander back away and a smile tugged lightly at the corner of his lips. Normally failure was something he hated, he’d spend days working a spell and cursing every mistake the whole way. But Xander took some of the edge off, mistakes happened, Atlas should be able to smile at them.

♛: Sharing a dessert

July, 2019

“I don’t even eat.” Xander said. And he didn’t, it was another thing Atlas liked about the vampire, he didn’t chew with his mouth open because he didn’t eat ever. The two had gone for a walk together, it was a typically hot Summer day and the vampire had found Atlas working near the pier. The fortune teller made a killing in the summer, tourists ate up his whole schtick and his powers made it easy to twist his words however suited his desires best. In between clients Xander had stolen him away, which was timed perfectly because the tent he’d set up was hot.

The gelato that Atlas had picked up complimented the weather nicely but when he offered it to Xander, the vampire refused. “I don’t have to eat gelato either, but I still do.” The witch stated before he offered the cup again, this time the vampire took it, eating one, two, three spoonfuls before Atlas had to snatch it back. Atlas was amused and pretended to be more irritated than he was, there was something that the witch wanted to say to the vampire just then, but it went unspoken between them.

“Okay, so next time you’re getting your own, also you owe me another.”

♜: Shoulder rubs

August, 2019

The spell for memory regression was difficult to obtain, harder still to work into fruition, but a promise had been made and Atlas intended to honor it. While he worked the spell tirelessly, it was Xander that urged the witch to take a break, eventually Atlas relented, usually he would argue with the vampire, the fact that he refused was a testament to just how tired he was.

“I promised him.” The witch sighed,

“I know.” Xander had replied, before he drew Atlas into his arms. “And you’ll still keep your promise.” He added lightly, before the vampire’s fingers were working their way into the tight knots that had formed in the witch’s shoulders. A light groan escaped Atlas’ lips as he leaned into the touch, he could not remember the last time someone had cared this much. Even if the man did not say it, he showed it, and what scared Atlas the most was how much he liked it. How much Atlas wanted it. Words tried to form on his lips, but the oracle denied them, he spoke only when he chose.

“I will.” He promised.

♝: Reading a book together

September, 2019

At some point over the summer, the two had gone from only passing time together between the sheets, to passing time together whenever they happened to both be free. Atlas had stopped trying to classify it or label it, he didn’t intend to try and tie Xander down, and the witch assumed that the vampire had no desire to either. They lived their lives separately, but had found in each other moments of happiness that resonated within him.

The witch leaned his head on Xander’s shoulder as the pair of them read the book that the vampire was combing over. Atlas understood that it was a reread on the vampire’s part, one of his favorites, and apparently the witch was not going fast enough.

“Slow down I can barely read Greek.” Atlas argued before an annoyed sigh left Xander’s lips.

“Not surprising, you certainly can’t speak it.”

Atlas poked Xander’s side, the vampire’s hand lingered on the page, annoyed, but still waiting before the oracle finally gave him permission to flip. For a moment Atlas searched Xander’s face, he could tell that he was on edge, possibly excited, and as if reading the oracle’s thoughts, he glanced at Atlas now.

“Are you done? We’re almost at my favorite part.”

Atlas affirmed, and Xander flipped the page, there was something else on the witch’s lips, but he let his eyes fall back onto the words he barely understood.

♞: Caring for each other while ill (Atlas gets sick)

October, 2019

Atlas had been out foraging for just over seven days, he’d gone out into the thick of it to procure regents that were only found under rare or unique conditions. Similar to camping, the witch traveled light and tended to take a bit of a beating along the way - the wilderness was tough, and when Atlas returned home, sore and tired, he found Xander was waiting for him. The witch wasn’t home for more than an hour before he started sneezing, within twenty-four hours he had a fever and was sweating through everything that touched his skin.

His fever spiked overnight, and while Xander hadn’t been planning on staying over, hadn’t been planning to play nurse at all, that was the role he unfortunately fell into as Atlas had no one else in that moment. The witch kept saying he didn’t need help, didn’t need anyone to take care of him, but when Xander drew him into an ice bath to help tank his rising temperature, he knew he was in good hands.

By dawn, Atlas’ fever had broken, and he awoke to see Xander sitting beside the bed, he’d fallen asleep in a chair, and when the vampire stirred, relief flooded his eyes. It was surreal, in a way, Atlas hadn’t allowed himself to consider that Xander might have actually cared about him beyond more than the simple friends with benefits status they currently held. Yet, he’d stayed, without promise of reward.

There was something that Atlas wanted to say, but instead he pressed his lips to Xander’s, the witch would thank him in other ways, again and again and again.

♟: Patching up a wound

November, 2019

“You’re going to get yourself killed out here one of these days.” Xander tsked, the witch had been up a tree when the vampire happened by, taken by surprise, Atlas fell and landed with a hard thump on his arm, which promptly cracked. Broken.

“I hate you.” Atlas promised, he cradled his arm, hissed as he was in some pain and watch as Xander pricked his finger and let a droplet of his vampire blood fall on the witch’s tongue, the bone snapped back into place and relief flooded his system. It was his first experience ingesting the potent regent and the foul taste was bitter on his tongue, it was odd to think of such a substance being inside of Xander.

“Liar.” Xander breezed, he helped Atlas to his feet and the witch thanked him for it, though he assured Xander that he would have been fine on his own. Atlas caught the vampire’s amused gaze and could tell there was something there, but before anything more can be said he pointed at the tree again.

“I still need one of those flowering branches.”

♤: Taking a bath together

December, 2019

In the heart of the witch’s home, he’d built a tub into the earth, an elaborate bath to some, something reminiscent of an old world of forgotten legends. Stories of witches who drew men into their homes, offering them the wildest night of their lives, but leaving them only with nightmares. Two figures moved in tandem, the vampire’s mouth merciless as it assaulted the barren nape of the witch’s throat. The scented waters of the bath had been spelled with potions of rose oil and hyacinth, he drew pleasure and lust to the surface as heavy steam flooded the chamber.

The earthen tub hummed with life as the pulsing weight of magic throbbed between the heady tandem of Atlas’ heartbeat. It was Christmas, and since neither of them had anyone else to spend the holiday with, they had spent it together. One heart beating for two, two bodies that moved as one. Atlas at last collapsed in a heap on top of Xander, their foreheads pressed together as ragged breaths pulled in and out of his body. The witch shifted when he found he could hold his head up again, easy, languid, smiles mirrored their twin expressions.

There was something that Atlas wished to say, but instead he pressed his lips to Xander’s once more.

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

January, 2020

Xander was sleeping, he’d worked late, as usual, and Atlas had caught him on his way home. The two rolled away from each other, then moments later Xander was fast asleep. Dreamily, the witch reached forward and pushed one of the golden, silken strands from Xander’s handsome face. Atlas observed the hard lines of the man’s features, carved as if from stone, he wanted to remain, so he did not pull away, despite not sharing Xander’s exhaustion. Instead, Atlas stayed, and continued to stroke the vampire’s hair until the witch at last felt tired enough to sleep next to him.

“Happy two-thousand-four-hundred and sixty-seventh birthday,” Atlas whispered. There was more that he wanted to say, but Xander cut him off instead.

“Shut up.”

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

February, 2020

It was late in the afternoon, the sound of the beach crashed nearby as the two lovers made out in their own secluded spot. The witch had been feeling inadequate, the ritual that had sent the eidolons back had taken a lot out of him, and the vision that preceded Scylla’s death had done nothing but terrify the oracle. He was certain that it did not matter what he did, it did not matter what he chose, eventually, if Atlas’ past did not catch up with him, then whatever was attacking the town would spell his demise.

Xander told him to have more faith in himself, in his abilities, and as they watched the sun set on whatever feelings of inadequacy Atlas might have held, he fell asleep. The witch awoke some time later, his head still on Xander’s chest, the vampire’s arm around him, with the night fallen around them.

“Xander.” Atlas had whispered, the vampire stirred and then accused Atlas of falling asleep.

“Right, it was all me.” The witch mused, he wished in that moment that he didn’t care as much as he did, he wished he could just cut and run, but there were people in this town he cared about. There were people here worth fighting for, and there were stories, one story in particular, that felt altogether unfinished. He’d said once that love was weakness, because ultimately, it was selfish. And he stood by that. If Atlas was smart, he’d have run a long time prior, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

March, 2020

“So now you know.” Atlas whispered. He’d told Xander everything about Isaac, about the death of Iris and the witch’s tidy collection of her soul thanks to Maddox’s help. Told Xander that Isaac would find him now, he would know what Atlas had done and he would come for Iris’ soul, and the witch’s life. He told Xander that it was dangerous even for them to see each other, told the vampire that they should probably stop hanging around, but Xander didn’t disappear as Atlas expected.

Quite the opposite, instead, he pressed his lips to Atlas’ forehead and promised him one thing: He’s never going to hurt you again.

And for the first time since Atlas had come to Corinth Bay, he began to think that maybe there was another way. Maybe he could still be saved.

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc

April, 2020

There was a weight that sat in Atlas’ stomach, some pit of self sabotage as he recanted to Xander what had transpired between the witch and the incubus. The witch did not feel guilty, Xander had never claimed him, in the years that they had been sleeping together, in all the times that they had been alone. Not once did Xander say they were exclusive, and Atlas knew that they weren’t, he knew of the others, or at least one other.

But that did not mean Xander wore the news well. Atlas reached to adjust the lapel of Xander’s spring jacket when the vampire swatted the gesture away and told the witch he’d call him later. It was a slap to the face, but Xander did call, eventually, and the two carried on. Though something had changed.

.♣: Back scratches

May, 2020

Atlas made them matching outfits. Xander asked the witch out, really, truly, finally, but something was still off between them. It was easy not to focus on it though, whenever tension came up, they broke it with the same old habit that they had fallen into. Sex. It was why they were late to the festival the first day of Carnivale, Xander stepped out of the closet wearing the red and gold robes that Atlas had painstakingly hand-stitched, then it was over. Their clothes were immediately pulled away so they could enjyo each other one last time before heading out into the crowds for what was meant to be their first official date.

“Gods.” Atlas muttered as he inspected his bare frame in the mirror, he leaned on his feet some to inspect his reflection. There were scratch marks all over his lower back, little purple bruises on his hips, none of which he really remembered getting. Atlas tried to think of when they might have occurred, but only a smile came to his face as he drew upon the memory of their origin. Xander mumbled an apology, his arms coming to wind around the witch as Atlas felt the vampire press his lips to his neck. Atlas smiled.

“Don’t be.”

♥: Your muse crying about something

June, 2020

“Are you afraid?”

The question came as a surprise, the witch and the vampire walked towards the hill in the forest, the site where Isaac would at last be destroyed. It had caught the witch off guard and he felt himself go quiet, there was a torrent of emotions that overtook him: fear, guilt, gratitude, rage, regret. Atlas had wished to the ends of the world and back again that he would not need to rely on his friends for this. That he wouldn’t have to ask anyone to put their lives on the line for him, yet here they were.

“Atlas?”

The witch looked to Xander now when he was prompted, not aware that tears had started to spill from his eyes. “What if this is goodbye?” Atlas asked, what if they never saw each other again, what if he died, what if Xander died, what if Isaac took control of the oracle once more. What then. “If this goes south I -” Atlas voice broke as they stopped walking and he felt Xander pull him into his arms.

“It’s okay, we’ll -”

“No.” Atlas shook his head, he stepped back from the vampire, he couldn’t afford to let emotion get the better of him. He couldn’t afford to fall in love. Not now, maybe not ever. “If this doesn’t work, if he somehow takes control of me again, if we can’t kill him I want you to kill me. I don’t want to go back, I can’t. I was trapped, unable to stop myself from wanting to hurt people, wanting to do awful things. If you care about me at all, you won’t let that happen. Please. Promise me.”

“No.” Xander breezed, “Because you’re not going to fail. Now come on, before I tell your sister you just asked me to kill you.”

♦: Slow dancing

July, 2020

The typical electronic dance pop that usually permeated the air about pride had been replaced by a soft number that Atlas only distantly recognized. The green glitter that the witch had worn was traded for formal attire, something that befitted the occasion, as a man who looked more like a prince approached him. His hand extended towards Atlas while the witch recognized him all at once as Xander, this was what he’d been waiting for, some big gesture, some dramatic moment, bigger somehow, more dramatic even than all the moments they’d shared together over the last two and a half years.

Their bodies glided across the dance floor, their feet in harmony as one hand was clasped firmly with Xander’s, while the other rested against his dapper-dressed chest. There was a part of the witch that wished to freeze this moment forever, wanted to spend eternity dancing beneath a starscape of beauty and romance.

“I need to tell you something, Atlas.” the vampire whispered, his strong grip on Atlas’ waist as he casually dipped the witch whose deep blush now covered his cheeks. The azure eyes of the vampire sparkled with a mysterious brilliance that was difficult to put into words, they carried their usual air of sadness, a look that was indicative of the heavy weight of many years. But there was more there, depth that Atlas had only just glimpsed.

He’d waded out as far as he dared, where Atlas stood now was the brink of the unknown, the dropoff, behind him was all the familiarity of the past. The laughs, the jests, the fights, and all the making up.

“You can tell me anything.” Atlas whispered, though his voice sounded farther away than the witch expected. The vampire smiled.

“I love you.” Xander breathed, and when the witch opened his mouth to speak he found he was suddenly standing in front of his entire home-coven and he’d forgotten to put pants on.

“What?” Atlas questioned, Xander was no longer dancing with him but stood in between his parents, he laughed as they told the vampire about the time when Atlas was four years old and he painted a whole mural on a tent canvas with his own feces. The vampire called him a regular Poocasso.

An alarm was going off and the witch sat up in bed, he realized it was a dream and he hadn’t heard from Xander in weeks. All at once Atlas decided he was sick of waiting, sick of not knowing, sick of not saying how he really felt. He would find Xander, and he’d tell him that he was sorry, and that he was stupid, and that he missed him, and maybe even something else.

#corinth.meme #convo:xander #memories #gabrielxnikephoros

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verdigrisprowl · 7 years

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April 10 Dancitron Stream - The Burbs

Smokescreen revealed that he’s friends with Nickel, beloved mascot of the DJD. Soundwave immediately ejected him. Whirl talked about how much he doesn’t want to think about Megatron’s junk, which of course caused the whole room to discuss Megatron’s junk.

Chillsins 8:25 pm *Billows into the room like so much windswept garbage.* NoodlesAtNight 8:25 pm *Seats and benches pulled toward the video wall, snacks out, and doors and vents that aren't the entrance sealed.* Chillsins 8:27 pm *Yes, he has a drink in hand, complete with straw also. It's Monday night, he eats on Mondays.* NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm [[Greetings.]] FakeProwl 8:29 pm *quietly appears* NoodlesAtNight 8:30 pm *Bobs helm toward from seat.* Chillsins 8:30 pm *Nods.* FakeProwl 8:31 pm *nods back, and moves to sit with Soundwave* Chillsins 8:32 pm *He's going to sit as close to the back as the seating allows. It's only polite. Also, he can watch everyone so there's that.* Chillsins 8:33 pm *Slurps briefly, just so you all know he can.* NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *Moves his arm so Prowl can make himself comfortable; hopes Windchill enjoys the Back Area. He likes it for the same reason.* FakeProwl 8:35 pm *he's not very corporeal at the moment, so comfort isn't a high priority; but he moves in so he can give off the illusion of it anyway.* NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm *Ah, yes. Distracted mun error.* chronosmith 8:36 pm *shuffles in with a canister in hand. He is not wearing clothes but somehow, inexplicably, gives off the air of a person who is wearing house shoes. Somehow* Chillsins 8:37 pm *Oh look, a wandering house bum!* FakeProwl 8:37 pm *ah! good. somebody he can hotspot his avatar off of.* *prowl is now corporeal* Chillsins 8:37 pm Whirl! *He raises an arm* My silky smooth avocado! chronosmith 8:38 pm *shoots Prowl an annoyed glance* You could've asked, you jerk. *but he doesn't revoke his corporeal privileges... this time* Windchill. My footstool. *he's gonna sit in the middle of the room, rather than the back, and gaze forlornly across the sea of tables* FakeProwl 8:38 pm You gave me permission in the past. I was under the impression that it was a standing arrangement. NoodlesAtNight 8:39 pm *Soundwave starts just a lil at the sudden solidness, then glances over at Whirl* [[It is good to see you again.]] chronosmith 8:39 pm Yeah well, you know what they say about assumptions. ...wait, you said impressions. *pauses* Either way. My official stance is: whatever. But ask next time. Chillsins 8:39 pm *He's debating moving from the back seating. We'll see.* FakeProwl 8:40 pm Very well. chronosmith 8:40 pm *tips his canister to Soundwave* I didn't go anywhere, but hey, back atcha. Chillsins 8:40 pm Oh really? We've barely seen you in weeks. *Or, he has but it's his own fault for being late all of the time.* chronosmith 8:41 pm You saw me LAST week. Now, I know it must be torture to go without my ILLUSTRIOUS PRESENCE for so long, so I'll forgive you. *he was also asleep for most of the time he was there, so Windchill is not really wrong* Chillsins 8:42 pm I missed you, my sweet banana pudding. NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm ((a warning: based on skim there's a couple of 😕 moments but i think it should otherwise be okay?)) chronosmith 8:42 pm ((gotcha!)) FakeProwl 8:42 pm (( 😕 in what sense?)) Chillsins 8:42 pm (( Don't worry 'bout me I'm impervious. )) FakeProwl 8:42 pm ((scary? racist? rapey?)) chronosmith 8:42 pm You can't get enough of calling me various food items today, can you? Chillsins 8:42 pm Nope. Am I coming on too strong? I can do more. *He lives on Earth, he knows lots of foods.* NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm ((i think i remember skimming over one fairly sexist bit and one thing that... i guess it would fall under the ableism label? i'm not 100% sure where it goes)) FakeProwl 8:44 pm *so. whirl is the one with the furniture kink. his boyfriend is the one with the food kink.* chronosmith 8:44 pm *GOD PROWL* Chillsins 8:44 pm *GACK* chronosmith 8:44 pm Hmm. *sets his canister down and stands up* I'll allow it. *he trots over to the bar in the meantime* I actually remembered to bring some actual money with me, barkeep. hardwiredgreed 8:44 pm [i am cat, bork] NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm *Ravage pops up over the side of the bar. Hello, Whirl.* [[Greetings.]] *At ... he's not sure who this is. Cheetor?* hardwiredgreed 8:46 pm i am an intelligent species fear me chronosmith 8:46 pm *bobs his helm at* You know what I need, mech. The good stuff. Get me a tall of the Gaugebuster. Chillsins 8:46 pm *snorts* FakeProwl 8:47 pm *murmurs* species that feel the need to assert their own intelligence usually aren't. NoodlesAtNight 8:47 pm *Disappears back behind the bar to work on that Gaugebuster* hardwiredgreed 8:47 pm You trASH MAMMAL Chillsins 8:47 pm *He has to agree with Prowl on this one.* hardwiredgreed 8:48 pm you parking lot trash mammal FakeProwl 8:48 pm *slow, unimpressed blink* hardwiredgreed 8:49 pm parking lot trash NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm [[Desist.]] hardwiredgreed 8:49 pm fear me Chillsins 8:49 pm *Who just walks into a room and starts 'insulting' people? Weird.* NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm [[Disruptive mecha will be phased into the Wall.]] mauther 8:50 pm *....kind of a weird point to come in on, both in movie and in bar, but alright then. time to creep in the back and panic about where to sit* chronosmith 8:50 pm *he's good for the credits, as well as a long-overdue tip for his bartender* NoodlesAtNight 8:50 pm *Ravage puts the drink up on the counter, then hops up and stares. Credits, you say.* Chillsins 8:50 pm (( Jeebus this threw me for a loop )) hardwiredgreed 8:50 pm [[wheres swindle when the credits pop out am i right]] chronosmith 8:51 pm I know you usually like barter, but I've got cold, hard cash for ya, if you want it. FakeProwl 8:51 pm *glances at Soundwave and mouths "parking lot trash mammal." bemused smirk.* Chillsins 8:51 pm *points* Gun. NoodlesAtNight 8:51 pm @Prowl: (txt): Ridiculous. This one not parking lot trash mammal since reformat. Chillsins 8:51 pm *Blinks, astounded.* NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm *Ravage taps the counter in front of himself. Place the credits, sir.* FakeProwl 8:52 pm @Soundwave «I didn't mean you. I'm expressing bafflement.» hardwiredgreed 8:52 pm [[what movie is this?]] NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm ((the burbs)) Chillsins 8:52 pm WHIRL. *Slurps for effect.* chronosmith 8:52 pm *does so, with a flourish* Courtesy of the saps who weren't sharp enough to catch me cheating at poker. mauther 8:52 pm *WINDCHILL DO NOT START* NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm @Prowl: (txt): Present understanding: none. chronosmith 8:52 pm *swivels his helm around to look back at Windchill* What? Chillsins 8:52 pm *He already started.* FakeProwl 8:52 pm @Soundwave «... If I HAD meant you, I suppose it probably would have been something like "runway trash bird."» Chillsins 8:53 pm Sit with me, you sweaty boob. NoodlesAtNight 8:53 pm @Tarantulas (txt): Greetings. Suggestion: join. hardwiredgreed 8:53 pm someone say sweaty boob because shockwave can relate chronosmith 8:53 pm How about YOU sit with ME. I've already got my stuff on the table. *gestures to the canister he left to mark his place* hardwiredgreed 8:53 pm i will bite tarantulas i stg Chillsins 8:53 pm Hmm. *He slurps just a little, considering it.* NoodlesAtNight 8:54 pm =Unobservant players deserve fleecing.= FakeProwl 8:54 pm *is that a flash of purple in the back of the room?* Hello. mauther 8:54 pm *tarantulas is already edging away from windchill, the greeting from sw is welcomed with a ping* Chillsins 8:54 pm Okay, I'll do that. *He gets up and moves closer to Whirl's spot. NoodlesAtNight 8:54 pm *Swipes the credits into his subspace pocket and loafs* mauther 8:54 pm *ping for prowl too, apparently words are hard right now* FakeProwl 8:54 pm *pings back* hardwiredgreed 8:54 pm [[their smacking gives me anxiety ]] chronosmith 8:55 pm *nods cheerfully, scoops up his drink, and trots on over to his table* See? Much better seat. Chillsins 8:55 pm Yep, you're right. You got me. FakeProwl 8:55 pm ... You can sit closer. *to Tarantulas.* *he's not going to invite him straight to the couch without asking Soundwave, but he can at least invite him closer.* Chillsins 8:56 pm *He's going to succ quietly now.* smoketopus 8:56 pm 😮! /Going to wave at Tarantulas, and see if he should sit near Tarantulas/ chronosmith 8:56 pm *pops open his canister and immediately starts to mix his booze with whatever's inside, stirring a little* mauther 8:56 pm *wary squint, but he'll.... hm. maybe on the floor is best for now, close by but touching no one* *probably best if smokey stays away from tara, too close to prowl, heh* chronosmith 8:56 pm Thanks for toning down the gross mouth noises. smoketopus 8:57 pm Hey Soundwave, what's been going on in the movie so far? Chillsins 8:57 pm You're welcome, my prickly pineapple. NoodlesAtNight 8:57 pm [[Neighbors with uneasy relationships are concerned about new neighbors who have never been seen until now.]] smoketopus 8:57 pm /Aw. Doorwings drooping some, going to look at maybe sitting near Whirl- Whirl's pretty cool./ chronosmith 8:57 pm Hmm. I'm a little too BLUE to be a pineapple... *looks down at himself8 I dunno if I could pull off yellow the way 'Bee does. ...did. hardwiredgreed 8:58 pm [[[is this a horror movie]] NoodlesAtNight 8:58 pm ((comedy horror)) FakeProwl 8:58 pm *... stretches leg a little bit. nudges ped against one of Tarantulas's leg. spider leg or robot leg, whatever's closer.* chronosmith 8:58 pm *bobs his head to Smokescreen; as long as Windchill has no problems, and Smokescreen behaves, Whirl seems all right with this* Chillsins 8:58 pm Your eyeball is yellow, good enough in my book. smoketopus 8:58 pm Huh. Hopefully, they'll get used to their new neighbors! Chillsins 8:58 pm *He has no problems.* smoketopus 8:58 pm ... Wait, it's a horror? thebestdecepticonleader 8:58 pm Why do humans have such a strange range of annoying noises? NoodlesAtNight 8:58 pm [[It is because they are made of meat.]] chronosmith 8:58 pm They take after you. NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[It... squishes.]] FakeProwl 8:59 pm Because you have a low tolerance for alien sounds. Chillsins 8:59 pm *Snorts.* chronosmith 8:59 pm *takes a long pull of his Mysterious Mixture* NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm [[Greetings, Starscream.]] mauther 8:59 pm *spider leg! twitch twitch. tarantulas is gonna glance back* ...Err, s-sorry. That is, hello. hardwiredgreed 8:59 pm if it makes disgusting noises i will cry thebestdecepticonleader 8:59 pm My voice used to sound okay There's always sounds stupid *theirs smoketopus 8:59 pm /Awesome! Smokescreen's going to start going through his subspace to maybe offer a drink to Whirl./ FakeProwl 8:59 pm Hello. *doesn't know what Tarantulas is apologizing for, so will ignore it. Maybe it was a reflex.* hardwiredgreed 9:00 pm [[aRE THOSE FLIES ]] mauther 9:00 pm *mumbles* Of course it's 666 chronosmith 9:00 pm *shakes his head and nods to his own drinks; Whirl's got a tall Gaugebuster that's about half-empty and a canister. He is good* NoodlesAtNight 9:00 pm ((bees)) hardwiredgreed 9:00 pm [[okay im less squicked]] smoketopus 9:00 pm ((yeahhh i was about to say FakeProwl 9:00 pm Does 666 have some sort of significance? chronosmith 9:01 pm Feel free to have a sip of mine, though. If you can handle it. *the Gaugebuster will strip the metal from your tanks; "excrutiatingly spicy" is an understatement for that drink* mauther 9:01 pm Religious figurative sign of evil, if I recall smoketopus 9:01 pm 666 has one of each of the Roman Numerals! NoodlesAtNight 9:01 pm [[...The what?]] FakeProwl 9:01 pm Ah. Which religion? hardwiredgreed 9:01 pm christianity thebestdecepticonleader 9:01 pm There's more than one mauther 9:01 pm Christianity, yes Chillsins 9:01 pm It's the sign of the Breast smoketopus 9:01 pm Why don't they ever show the version with one of each number though hardwiredgreed 9:01 pm i think you mean beast Chillsins 9:02 pm No, I meant breast. hardwiredgreed 9:02 pm [[alLL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN ]] chronosmith 9:02 pm *snorts and takes another pull* Must mean I'm about to show up. NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[You're already here.]] chronosmith 9:02 pm If your non-food-related nicknames have anything to say about it. thebestdecepticonleader 9:02 pm Why do humans have more than one religion though, isn't it inconvenient? chronosmith 9:02 pm Unfortunately for all of YOU, I am. ...WE have more than one religion. Chillsins 9:02 pm *side eyes Whirl.* Maybe. chronosmith 9:02 pm At least, where I come from. FakeProwl 9:03 pm Why do Cybertronians have more than one faction? It's inconvenient. thebestdecepticonleader 9:03 pm My verse doesn't smoketopus 9:03 pm DCLXVI- it's even in order. Why's that a devil's number it's cool hardwiredgreed 9:03 pm Starscream I happen to find buddahism fascinating thebestdecepticonleader 9:03 pm Have more than one religion Chillsins 9:03 pm *Has to fight to avoid rolling his optics all of a sudden.* NoodlesAtNight 9:03 pm [[Because most veterans insist on keeping their badges.]] FakeProwl 9:03 pm Rhetorical question. hardwiredgreed 9:03 pm Windchill calm your breasts chronosmith 9:03 pm Welcome, then, to the incredibly varied nature of the multiverse. Stranger things have happened, and they often do. NoodlesAtNight 9:03 pm [[Ah.]] Chillsins 9:03 pm Having neighbors must be...such a terror. thebestdecepticonleader 9:04 pm Atheist and Primus/Unicron are the only options NoodlesAtNight 9:04 pm [[It depends on the neighbors.]] smoketopus 9:04 pm Really? Prime worship isn't a thing there? NoodlesAtNight 9:04 pm [[His are acceptable.]] hardwiredgreed 9:04 pm Optimus was atheist thebestdecepticonleader 9:04 pm no smoketopus 9:04 pm You don't get patron primes, Screamy? thebestdecepticonleader 9:04 pm Especially not me, I'm an atheist FakeProwl 9:04 pm Meant to illustrate that the fact that convenience plays no part in cultural constructs. Chillsins 9:04 pm *Shrugs. He has no neighbors, not really.* chronosmith 9:04 pm Yeah. *snickers* About... what? Four hundred or so of those neighbors, after all, are sweet, innocent, well-behaved, ADORABLE parasitic barnacles. smoketopus 9:04 pm No Thirteen? chronosmith 9:05 pm How could anyone dislike THOSE neighbors? NoodlesAtNight 9:05 pm [[The OTHER neighbors.]] thebestdecepticonleader 9:05 pm Oh there were thirteen, but they are only messengers not something to worship chronosmith 9:05 pm Buncha minibots, right? And somewhere else, the Preds? smoketopus 9:05 pm Really? There weren't temples or festivals for any of 'em? hardwiredgreed 9:05 pm only Camiens worsip primes as gods NoodlesAtNight 9:06 pm [[The Predacons are in the next city over. But yes.]] smoketopus 9:06 pm It's not worshiping them as gods thebestdecepticonleader 9:06 pm Pre war there was a celebation for the current one and another one to celebrate the rest NoodlesAtNight 9:06 pm [[Optimus Prime was no god.]] chronosmith 9:06 pm I haven't met the minis, but the Preds seem like great neighbors. *raises his canister in a mock toast* smoketopus 9:06 pm Primus and Unicron are Gods- but the different Primes bring something to the table. chronosmith 9:06 pm *and takes a long drink* The only god I worship is Heqet. Praise. smoketopus 9:06 pm I'm not saying he was- you really think I'd think that? Ow. hardwiredgreed 9:07 pm pprimes are just people with a dohickey in their chest Chillsins 9:07 pm Praise be. hardwiredgreed 9:07 pm optimus wouldnt even BE a prime if it wasnt for shockwave carving out his chest smoketopus 9:07 pm technically we ALL have dohickeys in our chests NoodlesAtNight 9:07 pm {{Yes. It me, Bird.}} chronosmith 9:07 pm I've got some good ones. *gestures to his guns* smoketopus 9:07 pm ... I would show mine as an example but I'd reaaaally rather not chronosmith 9:07 pm *and then snickers at Laserbeak* thebestdecepticonleader 9:08 pm Most of them were highly irresponsible idiots smoketopus 9:08 pm so you're one? thebestdecepticonleader 9:08 pm no, I'm an atheist mauther 9:08 pm *the jacket!! tarantulas likes the kid's jacket, wow* chronosmith 9:08 pm ...wait, who're you asking, Smokester, and what are you asking them...? smoketopus 9:09 pm Starry over there- he said all Primes were highly irresponsible idiots. thebestdecepticonleader 9:09 pm they were chronosmith 9:09 pm Gotcha. Carry on. hardwiredgreed 9:09 pm Optimus was a simple archivest so I doubt he had any good knowledge smoketopus 9:09 pm but wait are you one Whirl? What would your Primely name be? chronosmith 9:10 pm *scoots back a bit and leans so he can lift first one leg absurdly high in the air, like a ballerina, and then carefully deposit it on Windchill. And then he does the same with the other* *LAUGHS* smoketopus 9:10 pm Whee Prime? Whirlimus? Chillsins 9:10 pm *Is visibly grateful, now he has feet to distract him from stupidity.* thebestdecepticonleader 9:10 pm Rodimus ran off 500,000 years before the next Prime was announced and hasn't so much as confirmed he's still alive or not chronosmith 9:10 pm I am absoLUTEly not a Prime. And, I dunno. I'm not compatible. *100% ABSOLUTELY LYING, HE IS AND HE KNOWS WHAT HIS NAME WOULD BE* NoodlesAtNight 9:11 pm [[He doesn't remember human houses doing that in Jasper, Nevada.]] smoketopus 9:11 pm You'd really be surprised who's compatible. I mean, I haven't seen anything that makes you seem otherwise! hardwiredgreed 9:11 pm [[Optimus actually was carved out by Shcokwave like many others for the Matrix, when Optimus bonded with it he was in terrible pain, but rodimus said the matrix felt 'just right' inside of him]] smoketopus 9:11 pm Maybe they took out that feature for safety reasons, Sounds? chronosmith 9:11 pm That's because you don't know me, kid. I'mnot the WORST Autobot, but I'm a major contender. *shakes his head* No way could I ever be a Prime. Chillsins 9:12 pm *Trying to decide if this music is spooky or a Christmas jingle* thebestdecepticonleader 9:12 pm Who's worse than you Whirl? chronosmith 9:12 pm Also, I just plain wouldn't want to. *looks to Windchill* And if you keep calling me food names, I'm gonna start thinking of different furniture names to call you. smoketopus 9:12 pm Haha, no way. I'm way worse an Autobot and I was- anyway, if Sentinel could be one, you could be. hardwiredgreed 9:12 pm starscream Chillsins 9:12 pm You're on, my fuzzy peach boy. thebestdecepticonleader 9:12 pm yes hardwiredgreed 9:13 pm you're worse than whirl is what i am saying chronosmith 9:13 pm He's not an Autobot. thebestdecepticonleader 9:13 pm I'm not an Autobot hardwiredgreed 9:13 pm still chronosmith 9:13 pm Tyrest is one. He turned neutral eventually, but I still count him. FakeProwl 9:13 pm ... If he IS a murderer, he's very bad at hiding the body. hardwiredgreed 9:13 pm he is the leader of cybertron mauther 9:14 pm Trying to hide things in plain sight, maybe, hyeh thebestdecepticonleader 9:14 pm Neutrals are barely Cybertronian, let alone Autobots Chillsins 9:14 pm Wow, now. NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm [[It would have been simpler to dispose of the body in several smaller bags.]] FakeProwl 9:14 pm ... Tyrest was a good Autobot. When he was an Autobot, he was good. It wasn't until after he gave up the badge that he went bad. Chillsins 9:14 pm That's actually offensive, Starscreech. thebestdecepticonleader 9:14 pm it's supposed to be hardwiredgreed 9:14 pm can we talk about Necrobot ' NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm [[You knew him?]] *Soundwave sits up a little at the name 'Necrobot'. He's heard stories of that one.* FakeProwl 9:15 pm I worked with him at times. chronosmith 9:15 pm Let's see... who else. Pharma is worse. mauther 9:15 pm *wait, what did scream say about neutrals. squintsquint* hardwiredgreed 9:15 pm Necrobot is a doll ]loved his cape smoketopus 9:15 pm Wait, how is Tyrest a bad Autobot? He seemed nice when I met him. thebestdecepticonleader 9:15 pm By not fighting, you give up your right to have the say in any Cybertronian affairs after the war chronosmith 9:15 pm He went crazy and tried to genocide half the Cybertronian race. smoketopus 9:15 pm What. chronosmith 9:16 pm Also, I'm aware he went neutral Prowl. I'm still counting him. Besides, someone like THAT doesn't form his "strong opinions" overnight. hardwiredgreed 9:16 pm I have to go soon nerds chronosmith 9:16 pm He probably hated all CC mecha from the start. Secretly. thebestdecepticonleader 9:16 pm You don't want a say now, why should you have a say when it's safe? FakeProwl 9:16 pm He formed his "strong opinions" due to brain damage. He put a drill through his own processor. smoketopus 9:16 pm Aww, bye yellowtirebot! chronosmith 9:16 pm Somehow I find that hard to believe. NoodlesAtNight 9:16 pm ((alas! a pleasure to meet you though)) [[...He thought the point of waiting was not attracting attention.]] hardwiredgreed 9:16 pm how rude smokescreen smoketopus 9:17 pm ... /He's side-eyeing Prowl some./ FakeProwl 9:17 pm Speaking as a CC mech who worked with him—no, he didn't secretly hate CC mecha from the start. smoketopus 9:17 pm Hey, nothing wrong with tires! chronosmith 9:17 pm First of all, if it was a secret, how would you know? Second of all, I absolutely wouldn't put it past you to lie about it to preserve his reputation. Y'know, keep things hush hush. Either way, I'm counting him. Being a good person ONCE doesn't make you any less of a bad persion in the present. Or, recent past. Or whatever. *gestures to himself grandly before taking another swig* FakeProwl 9:19 pm I would know because his behavior would have revealed it. And what reputation? He has no reputation to preserve. There's nothing to keep hush hush. He tried to murder half the species. chronosmith 9:19 pm Oh, we're not keeping that a secret anymore? FakeProwl 9:19 pm No. He's no less of a bad person now. But the bad person he is now is a bad neutral. He was never a bad Autobot. chronosmith 9:19 pm I mean, if not, then, sure. Whatever. FakeProwl 9:19 pm No. Rodimus released a—a press release about it to all of Cybertron. chronosmith 9:20 pm Either way, you're wasting your time with this, Prowl. *waves a dismissive claw* Save it. mauther 9:20 pm Wait, when did he release that? NoodlesAtNight 9:20 pm [[Earlier this year.]] mauther 9:20 pm *does not know about tyrest* Chillsins 9:20 pm *Doesn't know half of this nonsense, is happier for it* mauther 9:20 pm ...You're.... hmmn. chronosmith 9:20 pm I must've been... preoccupied. Depending on when it was. *you're better of, Windchill* *off Chillsins 9:20 pm *He knows.* FakeProwl 9:20 pm We're having a hypothetical discussion about the worst Autobot rankings while watching human cinema. We're ALL wasting our time. Chillsins 9:21 pm Not me! *he raises his hand* chronosmith 9:21 pm Let me be more specific: you're wasting your time trying to convince me of something that you're not gonna convince me of, largely because I don't believe you. NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm [[He found it educational, personally.]] FakeProwl 9:21 pm *gestures at Soundwave* NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm [[...His hair came off...?]] chronosmith 9:21 pm Anyway, example number two is Pharma, who I think we can all agree is worse than me. Chillsins 9:22 pm It's like a wig. Fake hair that people wear when they don't have any or something. smoketopus 9:22 pm It was pretty educational! I learned a bit more than I wanted to about a bot. FakeProwl 9:22 pm Agreed. smoketopus 9:22 pm ... Wait, could I get a wig, then? NoodlesAtNight 9:22 pm *Why is he being gestured at? What did he do?* FakeProwl 9:23 pm *prove Prowl's point that he wasn't wasting his time, because somebody found it educational.* Chillsins 9:23 pm *Shrugs.* I don't think there's anything stopping you, Smokescreen. FakeProwl 9:23 pm *he wasn't talking because he thought he was going to convince whirl anyway.* smoketopus 9:23 pm Well, it probably won't fit my head. thebestdecepticonleader 9:23 pm Then make one Chillsins 9:23 pm Gotta get it custom, that's all. NoodlesAtNight 9:24 pm [["Religious supply store"? That's a thing?]] [[And what has Pharma done?]] *He knows a little of it himself, secretly, but he must pretend he doesn't* smoketopus 9:24 pm Pharma stole my t-cog at one point- he's a jerk. mauther 9:24 pm He what-?! smoketopus 9:24 pm Uh. FakeProwl 9:24 pm The DJD blackmailed Pharma into euthanizing Autobots to give their t-cogs to Tarn. thebestdecepticonleader 9:24 pm haha mauther 9:25 pm How did he get a hold of YOURS, Smokescreen smoketopus 9:25 pm ... You promise not to judge me for the story? Chaoit 9:25 pm -wanders in to the mention of the DJD. Wonderful- NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm [[It seems he's still at it.]] mauther 9:25 pm ...You probably ought to tell me another time, so long as your t-cog's safe for now Chillsins 9:25 pm *He has yet to discover what the DJD even are.* Chaoit 9:25 pm ....WHY are we talking about them? chronosmith 9:25 pm He killed a lot of his patients. When all he had to do was ask for an extraction, what a MORON. FakeProwl 9:26 pm If that was all he did, then he'd just be an average mech who gave in to fear. But he decided to try to escape Autobot judgment by unleashing a plague on his own base and killing everyone. thebestdecepticonleader 9:26 pm It's war killing is to be expected smoketopus 9:26 pm Sounds good to me! I don't need everyone to know about that story. FakeProwl 9:26 pm Killing YOUR OWN SIDE is not to be expected. thebestdecepticonleader 9:26 pm It is if you're a decepticon Chillsins 9:26 pm It is if you're a Decepticon, but. Chaoit 9:26 pm .... Chillsins 9:27 pm For most people it's definitely non-standard. *Looks faintly mortified.* NoodlesAtNight 9:27 pm *Just motions to Starscream and Windchill* chronosmith 9:27 pm *snickers* Chaoit 9:27 pm Okay, what brought up the purple behemoth and his crew? FakeProwl 9:27 pm Soundwave asked what Pharma did that makes him such an awful Autobot. chronosmith 9:28 pm ...hmm, though, Tyrest and Pharma are both super dead. At least, in my dimension. So I dunno if they count. I MAY currently be the worst Autobot alive. Chillsins 9:28 pm *Shakes his head, turns back to his drink.* NoodlesAtNight 9:28 pm [[An Autobot killing other Autobots is NOT to be expected, however. He sees the point.]] Chaoit 9:28 pm Ah Pharma smoketopus 9:28 pm Purple behemoth- phphhp. Fitting- he's a jerk, too, probably the worst Decepticon. chronosmith 9:28 pm Or, at least, the worst one that people KNOW about. Chaoit 9:28 pm He hits hard FakeProwl 9:28 pm And when Decepticons kill their own, it's usually a small handful, in power struggles or settling grudges. Chaoit 9:28 pm And shakes off damage far too well NoodlesAtNight 9:29 pm *Nods.* FakeProwl 9:29 pm He single-handedly killed an entire base. mauther 9:29 pm (( MR ROGERS (( GOOD Chaoit 9:29 pm Oh. Great. Wonderful. NoodlesAtNight 9:30 pm [[Any who willingly associate with the DJD are not to be trusted. Everything else is extra reason to dislike him.]] chronosmith 9:30 pm Agreed, Chillsins 9:30 pm Who are the DJD? FakeProwl 9:30 pm He was far from "willing." chronosmith 9:30 pm ...do you have them in your universe? *pauses, and then adds, for levity* My delightful ottoman? Guess that answers THAT question. Chillsins 9:30 pm *Snorts.* Chaoit 9:30 pm I've only run into Tarn, and he's psychotic Chillsins 9:31 pm You hear that, guys? I'm DELIGHTFUL. NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm [[He could have terminated himself, or told someone.]] Chillsins 9:31 pm *Slurps in delight.* NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm [[Both are preferable.]] smoketopus 9:31 pm Are the DJD really that bad? Vos seems pretty nice. chronosmith 9:31 pm The Decepticon Justice Division. They go after ex-Cons and torture them because, why the hell not? smoketopus 9:31 pm ... oh chronosmith 9:31 pm So, watch your ass. *nods* Chillsins 9:31 pm Oh, well. FakeProwl 9:31 pm He was blackmailed and afraid. Coerced cooperation isn't "willing" cooperation. NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm ((did it freeze/start buffering)) ((or am i just lucky)) FakeProwl 9:31 pm ((yep)) chronosmith 9:31 pm You're entirely too trusting, Smokescreen. Chillsins 9:31 pm (( Yes. )) chronosmith 9:31 pm ((yep!))) Chaoit 9:31 pm ((buffering smoketopus 9:32 pm I know, I know. Better to trust and be wrong than never trust, though, right? FakeProwl 9:32 pm It's unfortunate. Until that point, he was an excellent Autobot. Brilliant doctor. I hadn't even known about his skill with viruses. thebestdecepticonleader 9:32 pm I'm surprised that I'm yet to have a run in with the DJD if that's the case NoodlesAtNight 9:32 pm ((...tubitv why)) chronosmith 9:33 pm Absolutely NOT. Chillsins 9:33 pm I'm pretty sure we don't have them where I'm from, else I'd know. chronosmith 9:33 pm That's what gets you killed, or seriously screwed up. Don't trust anyone, kid. Ever. NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm ((god. just give it a couple minutes i guess. i'll brb)) mauther 9:33 pm I'm afraid I'll have to side with Whirl on this one, Smokescreen Chillsins 9:33 pm (( KK! I for one would very much like to pee anyway. )) smoketopus 9:33 pm Messy, com.e on... chronosmith 9:33 pm *takes another long sip; the more he drinks, the more visibly relaxed Whirl becomes* Yeah, but a DJD from another dimension might still come after YOU. NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm [[We do not have them. That has not stopped them sniffing around.]] FakeProwl 9:34 pm *... stretches to rub Tarantulas with foot some more* NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm *His plating tightens up a little.* chronosmith 9:34 pm *gestures to Soundwave, unconsciously mimicking Prowl's earlier motion* Chillsins 9:34 pm Would they? *He scratches his chin.* thebestdecepticonleader 9:34 pm I doubt they could be worse than my Megatron anyway chronosmith 9:34 pm Yeah. They don't actually do what they do because of some, y'know, moral high ground--they just get off on torturing anyone they can get their hands on. FakeProwl 9:34 pm *noticed that tightening. offers hand?* chronosmith 9:34 pm So they would absolutely come after you--y'know. Once you get rid of that badge, officially. smoketopus 9:34 pm And Whirl, it hurts to not trust bots- I mean, sure, it's seriously harmed me, but. Chillsins 9:35 pm Fascinating. thebestdecepticonleader 9:35 pm But you're too trusting? mauther 9:35 pm *!! what. he's being touched again, ok. Leaning into it but still watching Prowl's hand and SW* chronosmith 9:35 pm *swivels his head to regard Smokescreen with a half-lidded stare* You'll learn. Give it time. Chillsins 9:35 pm Well, in that case. NoodlesAtNight 9:35 pm *Quietly accepts. He doesn't quite need it, but he's not going to deny it either.* Chillsins 9:35 pm I guess I'd just have to kill them. chronosmith 9:36 pm Count me on, La-Z-Boy. smoketopus 9:36 pm That's one of those things I really don't want to learn! chronosmith 9:36 pm Any chance I'd have to get the drop on one of those guys? I'd take it in a sparkbeat. You' Chillsins 9:36 pm I'll keep that in mind. chronosmith 9:36 pm ll learn it whether or not you want to, kiddo. mauther 9:36 pm Ignorance isn't bliss, Smokescreen chronosmith 9:36 pm The alternative is that you'll die, instead. Chaoit 9:37 pm Ignorance will get you killed Chillsins 9:37 pm *Succs quietly, he'd like to finish his DINNER* chronosmith 9:37 pm The only possibly weak spot I know of is that they keep around some kind of minibot named Nickel. Kinda the DJD mascot. smoketopus 9:37 pm I know it's not, but with the war over and all, I'd rather trust bots than think everyone's awful from the start. 'Cause like, most Autobots are great, and faction doesn't really mean anything now that war's over. NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm (("coming right up" it says... hurry tf up rabbit)) chronosmith 9:37 pm If you get to her, you've got leverage. NoodlesAtNight 9:38 pm *Quietly takes notes* smoketopus 9:38 pm Oh! Nickel!! I know her! She's the best! Chillsins 9:38 pm Their weak spot is that they're gonna be slower than I am. NoodlesAtNight 9:38 pm [[You WHAT.]] chronosmith 9:38 pm *slowly turns to regard Smokescreen* Do you, now? That's interesting. mauther 9:38 pm He may know one alternate of her - don't get particularly excited, now chronosmith 9:38 pm I'm sure an alternate would do. smoketopus 9:39 pm ... Yeah? She lets me call her mom and stuff. wait what chronosmith 9:39 pm *just narrows his optic slightly in a sly look and takes another drink* NoodlesAtNight 9:39 pm [[You call. The DJD mascot. A human creator term?]] Chaoit 9:39 pm ................. smoketopus 9:39 pm ......... Chaoit 9:39 pm Smokescreen How? No thebestdecepticonleader 9:40 pm why? Chaoit 9:40 pm No, why? chronosmith 9:40 pm *looks to Windchill* Just about anyone's slower than you, mech. I'll give you that. I'd get massacred in a fair fight against those guys. *shakes his head* Of course, that's why I'd make it an UNfair fight for 'em. NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm ((smokey mun permission to feeler scoop?)) Chaoit 9:41 pm How do you make it an unfair fight against them? smoketopus 9:41 pm ((permission! FakeProwl 9:41 pm @Soundwave «He calls a selfish, greedy miser whose hobby is interstellar genocide a "father figure." And you're surprised he has a similar relation with someone in the DJD?» chronosmith 9:41 pm *turns to regard Blaster with that same inscrutable look, and takes another drink* smoketopus 9:41 pm I mean, does it matter? It's no one's business there- I can call bots what I want, right? NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm *Soundwave's feelers whip out and coil Smokescreen up, with intent to lift high overhead* FakeProwl 9:41 pm *Prowl's adding a new tag to their repertoire: #revulsion* Chaoit 9:42 pm -stares back at Whirl- chronosmith 9:42 pm *oh, THIS is interesting; he turns his attention back to Smokescreen* Chillsins 9:42 pm I, too, am all about unfair fights... *What is happening.* smoketopus 9:42 pm /He's going to start attempting to squirm out of there/ SOUNDWAVE. WHY. Chaoit 9:42 pm -And up goes the Smokescreen- FakeProwl 9:42 pm *scoots out of Soundwave's way* mauther 9:42 pm Soundwave - /words/ first, what's - NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm [[You DARE befriend a DJD member and come HERE?]] chronosmith 9:43 pm *pours some more liquor into his canister, shakes it a bit, and says, AS he's drinking* I wouldn't try to talk him out of it, Tarantulas. smoketopus 9:43 pm ... What? Why's that a problem? I'm friends with a lot of bots. chronosmith 9:43 pm First of all, he's totally justified. Second of all--and most importantly--this is COOL. NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm [[-Stay out of this.-]] Chaoit 9:43 pm Smokescreen! mauther 9:43 pm I'm not - nevermind FakeProwl 9:43 pm *slides off the couch to sit next to Tarantulas and put a hand on his back* Not this time. Chaoit 9:44 pm They try to kill everything! smoketopus 9:44 pm I didn't know that when I befriended! NoodlesAtNight 9:44 pm [[YOU KNEW IT AFTERWARD.]] *Coils tighten.* Chillsins 9:44 pm *Finish off his cube with a slurp, and peers through it-at the debacle, naturally- to be sure that it's empty.* chronosmith 9:44 pm To be fair--he didn't seem to realize this about Nickel, until I mentioned her. mauther 9:44 pm @Prowl: What in the world is going on?! Chaoit 9:44 pm Well, now you do chronosmith 9:44 pm Smokescreen, is that when you found out who her affiliates were? When I mentioned her? mauther 9:44 pm *he'll accept that hand though* Chillsins 9:45 pm *Smokescreen looks really funny with viewed through the bottom of a cube.* FakeProwl 9:45 pm @Tarantulas «I don't think it's my place to share.» smoketopus 9:46 pm Ow, ow- I'm not going to leave someone 'cause I don't approve of what they do. And I had a vague idea, but I didn't really know her involvement! mauther 9:46 pm @Prowl: ...understood. Please do tell me no one's getting hurt over this though NoodlesAtNight 9:46 pm [[DON'T APPROVE OF WHAT THEY--]] *Sorry, Smokescreen. You're about to go headfirst through a mid-air bridge.* Chaoit 9:46 pm -well shit- chronosmith 9:46 pm Pfft. You talk about it like it's... it's tax evasion! You know they'd torture and kill people I actually give a damn about, right? You're okay with that? I need you to tell me, right now. Are you okay with that? Because I need to know where you and I stand. smoketopus 9:47 pm /Aaaand out he goes. He's going to grab the phase shifter and keep that on before trying to come back./ Chaoit 9:48 pm You do know one of them did make a very spirited attempt on me and the twins, right? Chillsins 9:48 pm *Rests his chin in his hand, and subspaces his cube.* chronosmith 9:48 pm *for the record, to those of you who can read his mind (which is one of you) Windchill wasn't the only face that flashed through it at that statement--he was thinking of Drift, the twins, Zori, and even, to some extent, Soundwave* ((KFLKRR HAHAHA THAT SHOT)) NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm *Immediately contacts the upstairs systems and revokes Smokescreen access to building.* smoketopus 9:48 pm /He needs to get back in the room first!/ FakeProwl 9:48 pm ((THAT SHOT)) Chillsins 9:48 pm ((I snickered it was...something else. )) Chaoit 9:49 pm ((fun shot)) FakeProwl 9:49 pm *looks at Soundwave* I trust he won't be back? smoketopus 9:49 pm ... @Soundwave ::Come on- I didn't mean it like that. I hate what they do, too. But Nickel's my friend, and helped me when other DJD members hurt me.:: Chaoit 9:49 pm ((did she get his eye? thebestdecepticonleader 9:49 pm Is his face getting injured going to be a running joke or a coincidence NoodlesAtNight 9:49 pm *Soundwave takes absent-minded note of the Whirl thoughts. His feelers are still going to flick and twitch with restrained fury.* chronosmith 9:50 pm Well. Guess I don't get my answer. NoodlesAtNight 9:50 pm *He'll draw them back in when he can make them stop.* chronosmith 9:50 pm *looks to Windchill* I feel responsible for this somehow. But I really don't mind. *takes another long drink* mauther 9:50 pm *tarantulas is gonna ping smokey to make sure he's alright but won't chat until things are calm* NoodlesAtNight 9:50 pm *Smokescreen gets the equivalent of a busy signal.* Chillsins 9:51 pm Responsible? For what? FakeProwl 9:51 pm From abundant experience with Smokescreen, I can answer that question: he cares more about having as many friends as he can get than he cares about what they do. smoketopus 9:51 pm ... /Smokescreen's going to give Tarantulas a quick ping, before starting to spam Soundwave with pings/ chronosmith 9:51 pm I sort of mentioned Nickel. And the DJD. Which set this whole thing off. But, oh well. Better we all find out, right? thebestdecepticonleader 9:51 pm A strange way of thinking NoodlesAtNight 9:51 pm @Prowl: (txt): Smokescreen presence forbidden. Chillsins 9:51 pm Well, yeah. But at that rate it was going to come out anyway. Chaoit 9:52 pm -huffs- FakeProwl 9:52 pm If he were here, Whirl, he might say that he cares about the fact that they'd kill the people you care about. But he'd also say he doesn't care enough about them to cut off contact with Nickel, or any of the others like her. chronosmith 9:52 pm *nods* Now the question is... what to do next. *taps his free claw on the tabletop thoughtfully* I mean. There's an opportunity here, right? *glances to Prowl and nods slowly* Chillsins 9:53 pm If he's going to go around making friends with everyone irrespective of the surrounding conflicts, he ought to expect that kind of reaction. NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm *Smokescreen's gonna have to ping someone else. None of his are being picked up.* Chillsins 9:53 pm *Windchill has no sympathy, whoops.* chronosmith 9:53 pm Yeah. *nods* FakeProwl 9:53 pm *... better switch to private comms* @Whirl «You're correct, there IS an opportunity here. But not an opportunity we should discuss with Tarantulas present. He considers Smokescreen a friend and is too neutral to care about the DJD.» chronosmith 9:54 pm But... even so. *he's a-thinking. This bit of info--that guileless, overly-trusting Smokescreen has a link with the DJD's weak point, is too promising to ignore. But he is NOT good at scheming* mauther 9:54 pm *it's just as well, bc tarantulas is holding his tongue for the moment* chronosmith 9:55 pm *luckily, he knows someone who IS, and he might give them a call later* @Prowl: Hm? Oh. Gotcha. Yeah. NoodlesAtNight 9:55 pm *IS good at scheming, but probably would have slaughtered Smokescreen on the spot if not for everyone else here, so...* chronosmith 9:56 pm Anyway, whatever. Less talking about the DJD, more drinking. *toasts no-one in particular* You should hit the bar, 'Chill. Ravage mixes a mean drink. *he was 100% thinking of Getaway* NoodlesAtNight 9:56 pm ((i know, i meant the one before it)) chronosmith 9:56 pm *and that is precisely who he intends to call about it* Chillsins 9:56 pm I don't hold high grade well, I fear. Or, well, I fear to find out. And you should, too. chronosmith 9:57 pm I fear nothing. For instance--you know what's in this canister? smoketopus 9:57 pm ... /He's going to try pinging Messy again./ ::Do you get what happened just now? 'Cause I don't.:: Chillsins 9:57 pm Sure don't, my sweet pickled asparagus. NoodlesAtNight 9:58 pm *Finally calm enough to pull them back in and sit back.* chronosmith 9:58 pm Well, my darling Loveseat--wait. Lemme do that one over. That one was too overt. Ahem. My darling armchair--it's medicine. mauther 9:58 pm @Smokescreen: No, I certainly don't, but I'll be doing my best to figure out. You - you're alright? Chaoit 9:58 pm So, who's got an idea of what is going on in this movie? chronosmith 9:58 pm You know what you're NOT supposed to do with this medicine? Chillsins 9:58 pm *Snickers. HE CAN'T HELP IT.* FakeProwl 9:59 pm *... he's still on the floor with a hand on Tarantulas's back. moves it to run his fingers around the bases of his spider legs.* Chillsins 9:59 pm I can imagine a lot of things you're not supposed to do with medicine, my fluffy doughboy. NoodlesAtNight 10:00 pm [[The old neighbors believe the new neighbors are evil murderers and are trying to find the truth.]] Think about anything else but Tarn coming here. Anything. [[They are not subtle.]] smoketopus 10:00 pm @Tarantulas ::Thank you, anyway. I'll be fine- guess I'm not welcome there anymore, though... You don't dislike me, right?:: chronosmith 10:00 pm Well, yeah. But you're absolutely not supposed to mix it with liquor. But does that stop me? NO. Because I'm FEARLESS. mauther 10:00 pm *nyoop! tarantulas is sitting up straight, claws on the floor* That's - not there, please FakeProwl 10:00 pm *stops.* Where, then? NoodlesAtNight 10:01 pm *Glances down to watch Prowl and Tarantulas.* Chillsins 10:01 pm *Sighs.* Chaoit 10:01 pm -snorts- Fun Chillsins 10:01 pm And how's being fearless working out for you? mauther 10:01 pm Erm, mostly anywhere else? *pause* ...You're in avatar, correct? FakeProwl 10:02 pm Yes, I am. chronosmith 10:02 pm I'm really really drunk, and my head's not hurting. Chaoit 10:02 pm ..... chronosmith 10:02 pm Which is a huge improvement over an hour ago, so in short: I'm doing AWESOME. NoodlesAtNight 10:02 pm *Ravage snorts and nibbles one of his paws.* Chillsins 10:03 pm *Squints one eye at Whirl.* Chaoit 10:03 pm ...big dog mauther 10:03 pm @Smokescreen: No, I really - no. And of course I don't dislike you FakeProwl 10:03 pm *switches to rubbing hand along the middle of Tarantulas's back.* chronosmith 10:04 pm *takes another long swig* Chillsins 10:04 pm My goodness, my jiggly blue raspberry jello. smoketopus 10:04 pm /Going to try to ping Soundwave again./ ::If there's something you're worried about, tell me! What do I have to do in order to come back? You know I owe you favors.:: chronosmith 10:04 pm JIGGLY. mauther 10:04 pm *hums - better. then snickers at whirl and chill* chronosmith 10:04 pm Look here, my precious little papasan, I am many things, but I am not JIGGLY. ((iui don't know how whirl would even explain to people he and windchill aren't An Item at this point. Nobody would ever believe him)) Chillsins 10:05 pm *Waggles his brows.* Not yet, you're not. chronosmith 10:05 pm *SNORTS* Chillsins 10:05 pm (( It's too late for them. )) chronosmith 10:05 pm ((all of prowl's wildly incorrect and hilarious assumptions are coming true before his eyes)) FakeProwl 10:05 pm ((prowl is completely convinced)) Chillsins 10:06 pm Anyway, what I'm saying is, if you're feeling down you ought to call me over. I'll kiss it all better. By that I mean you'll be so miserable with smooches you'll hardly notice anything else. mauther 10:06 pm (( my god windchill chronosmith 10:07 pm First of all, keep that gross mouth off me, you ingrate. *this is said with more humor than rancor* Second of all, you can't fix this. Nobody can. NoodlesAtNight 10:07 pm *Yes, he knows Smokescreen owes him. He's not willing to consider that right now.* chronosmith 10:07 pm HE tried--*points to Soundwave* And even HE was only marginally successful. Chillsins 10:07 pm *Kissy fish lips.* chronosmith 10:07 pm You're so GROSS. NoodlesAtNight 10:07 pm [[He - what. He never gave you a headbump.]] smoketopus 10:07 pm @Tarantulas: ::... Okay. That. That's okay. That's alright. ... I don't dislike you, either. Thank you.:: chronosmith 10:07 pm Huh? What, no I wasn't--pfft. I meant you climbing into my head. Chillsins 10:08 pm *Puffs up proudly.* I am gross. chronosmith 10:08 pm As far as I KNOW you've never tried to kiss my mental problems away, and I THINK I'd remember that. Chaoit 10:08 pm -settles to pick at a bit of paperwork- NoodlesAtNight 10:08 pm [[No. He never has.]] mauther 10:09 pm @Smokescreen: I'll comm you later? NoodlesAtNight 10:09 pm @Blaster: [[Busy again?]] FakeProwl 10:09 pm *in response to "kiss my mental problems away," murmurs in Soundwave's general direction,* Should have tried that while I was in the hospital. chronosmith 10:10 pm ((hospital smorches)) Anyway. ...what were we even talking about? *blinks slowly at Windchill* mauther 10:10 pm *he hEARD THAT* chronosmith 10:10 pm Uh, my... trundle bed? Wait, no, that one sounds too suggestive, too. Chillsins 10:10 pm You were trying to trick me into drinking high grade. Chaoit 10:10 pm @ Soundwave :: Yeah. Just need to edit a few things on this :: chronosmith 10:11 pm Dammit. I can't pick furniture that sounds innocuous. Chillsins 10:11 pm I could be your loveseat. *he waggles his brows again.* chronosmith 10:11 pm *SNORTS and kicks him. But not hard* smoketopus 10:11 pm @Tarantulas ::That sounds good... I hope we can hang out sometime.:: chronosmith 10:11 pm You're gonna make all these nice people sharing their bar with us THROW UP. NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm @Prowl: (txt): Finger bitten. Partial attempt credit. Chillsins 10:12 pm *Cackles.* I have to admit, you're at a bit of a disadvantage here. Most all furniture is made for sitting on. NoodlesAtNight 10:12 pm *Lightly wiggles his matching one to make his point.* [[He's seen worse.]] mauther 10:13 pm @ Smokescreen: Yes, I'll - obviously not shortly, but yes. chronosmith 10:13 pm Yeah. And food is not inherently sexy in any way. *attempts to make a face. His optic just squints oddly and flickers* FakeProwl 10:13 pm *glances at Soundwave* A valiant effort. NoodlesAtNight 10:13 pm @Blaster: [[Silence preferred?]] chronosmith 10:14 pm Well, rest assured, I'm not about to do anything that'll make you regret inviting me here. Well. *amused glance* More than I'm sure you already do. NoodlesAtNight 10:14 pm [[...And that depends where the fuel comes from.]] Chillsins 10:14 pm *His optics turn all crinkly, like those of someone having far too much fun at another's expense.* smoketopus 10:14 pm @Tarantulas: ::Thank you. I really like your company!:: NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm *Puffs up a bit. "Valiant effort". How pleasing!* Chaoit 10:15 pm @Soundwave :: No. It being too quiet in my office is why I'm here :: smoketopus 10:15 pm /He's going to try comming Soundwave one more time./ ::Come on, Soundwave. If there's anything I can do to see the movie again, let me know. If I gotta offer you to check out my mind or promise something or whatever.:: mauther 10:16 pm @Smokescreen: Yours as well - although you really ought to watch what you say around certain people, for your own safety NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm *.........................................* chronosmith 10:18 pm Anyway, if you can't have high grade, go ask him to mix you something else. Maybe Ravage can--*pauses, optic lighting up; his neck swivels around until he's looking directly behind him, 180 degrees, like an owl* Ravage! Can you mix up a non-alcoholic Gaugebuster? Does that work? NoodlesAtNight 10:18 pm *Gonna forward Smokescreen's last message to Prowl. He doesn't know what to do with it. Most of him never wants to see the mech again. A little bit wonders if he could learn something about Phase Sixers.* =85 percent efficiency.= Chillsins 10:20 pm I doubt I have anything decent to- *he fakes a yawn* -barter with. chronosmith 10:20 pm Okay, so--okay. I've only tasted this thing properly once. And it'll kill you. It'll make you wish your mouth was dead. It's -awesome-. Of course, right now, with this--*gestures to his helm* it tastes... totally different. But still. You gotta try it. Chillsins 10:20 pm *He's lying, what he does have is worth more than a virgin drink though.* chronosmith 10:20 pm I'll buy it FOR you. Chillsins 10:20 pm So...what you're saying is. You will pay to have me dead. *He seems to think this is funny.* chronosmith 10:21 pm I'll pay for you to taste this amazing drink. And also wish your mouth was dead. But it's really good. Like... okay. Maybe--I'll admit. First of all, I'm drunk. Second of all, my... I;'m skewed on this. ANY taste is good taste, right? Even painful taste is still A TASTE. God, I keep saying taste. It's losing its meaning. Taste taste taste, Chillsins 10:22 pm *Sticks his tongue out.* Chaoit 10:22 pm -flinches- chronosmith 10:22 pm The point is. The point IS. Get one and stick your horrific giraffe tongue into it. YEAH THAT THING--*points at it* FakeProwl 10:22 pm @Soundwave «Absolutely take advantage of the offer. But don't take advantage of it now. If you haven't been answering his messages, don't start now. Wait until you have time to come up with a list of things to search for in his head, and until you've established a safe site where you can interact with Smokescreen without any chance of the DJD tracking you.» Chaoit 10:23 pm .... Chillsins 10:23 pm Hmm. Okay. I'm what you would call foolhardy. NoodlesAtNight 10:23 pm *A tiny, tiny, reluctant nod.* Chillsins 10:23 pm I was born to suffer. Chaoit 10:23 pm O-okay, that was a bit...no thank you NoodlesAtNight 10:24 pm [[You do not like fire?]] Chaoit 10:24 pm Explosions like that Chillsins 10:24 pm But, my sickly sweet potato, if I die...you know who you have to answer to. Chaoit 10:24 pm Just...ah... chronosmith 10:24 pm I'll be sure to deliver your coprse to the waiting arms of your mate. Maybe he can resuscitate you. Chaoit 10:24 pm Not too terribly fond of them mauther 10:24 pm *tarantulas is pretty distracted right now, but leaning on prowl just cos* Chillsins 10:25 pm Perhaps. He's raised parts of my from the dead before. I wouldn't put it past him. FakeProwl 10:25 pm *quietly wraps arm around Tarantulas* chronosmith 10:26 pm Ugh. That's an INNUENDO, isn't it? You've killed me libido for a week with that one. You're just as bad as Quark. Chillsins 10:26 pm Maybe. chronosmith 10:26 pm *sets his canister down and stands up, somewhat unsteadily* Ravage! Make me one of those things! I'll pay you! NoodlesAtNight 10:26 pm *Streeeeetches and slips off the bar to do as asked.* smoketopus 10:26 pm ((I'm heading off. Have a night everyone)) Chillsins 10:26 pm *reaches out, in case Whirl decides to topple on over.* (( Goodnight! )) NoodlesAtNight 10:27 pm ((night)) mauther 10:27 pm (( night !! i'm gonna IM ya smokey mun chronosmith 10:27 pm ((Night!)) FakeProwl 10:27 pm @Soundwave «Smokescreen is an idiot, so probably the best thing you might find is personal information about the DJD, Black Shadow, and Megatron. Potentially exploitable personal information, true, but little more.» chronosmith 10:27 pm *he's gonna shuffle to the bar and lean on it* thebestdecepticonleader 10:28 pm ((I have to go 😞 )) NoodlesAtNight 10:28 pm ((aww... byeeeee)) FakeProwl 10:28 pm *baffled look at Whirl* What's QUARK been doing to your libido? Chillsins 10:29 pm *Watches Whirl go.* chronosmith 10:29 pm Destroying it. Chillsins 10:29 pm (( Have a good night! )) FakeProwl 10:29 pm ... How?? chronosmith 10:29 pm Talking about disgusting things, like Megatron's junk. ugh. NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm @Prowl: (txt): That Megatron long known. Exploitable personal information... accepted trade, if far away. Chillsins 10:29 pm *Snickers.* FakeProwl 10:29 pm ... NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm [[...Why does Quark care about Megatron's array.]] FakeProwl 10:29 pm Why in the world has he been talking about Megatron's junk. chronosmith 10:29 pm Hell if I know! YOU ask the guy. The less time I spend talking about it, the better. Chillsins 10:29 pm Phew. *Even he's not THAT bad.* chronosmith 10:30 pm I'll be shocked if I'm able to get charged up in the next CENTURY because of that guy. Chillsins 10:30 pm *Waggles his brows where Whirl can't see, he assumes.* Chaoit 10:31 pm .... chronosmith 10:32 pm *he totally can't. He's clinging to the bar for support and watching Ravage work* NoodlesAtNight 10:32 pm *Ravage is being lazy today. He finally puts the drink up.* Chillsins 10:32 pm *Snickers a little and gets up.* FakeProwl 10:33 pm ... Hold on, Whirl let me just—be certain that I have this sequence of events correct. chronosmith 10:33 pm *Whirl will slide over the same amount of credits as he did before* You're a peach. Windchill, lemme try this first. ...*looks to prowl as he takes a sip, once again talking while he's drinking as if that's a normal thing* Shoot. Chillsins 10:34 pm Hey man, fruit is my thing. *Fine, he'll wait here for now.* FakeProwl 10:34 pm Quark has been making comments to you—which you clearly do not want and do not appreciate—about Megatron's sexual equipment. Have you expressed to him that you don't want these comments? chronosmith 10:35 pm *how tasty is this compared to the regular Gaugebuster?* More or less. Just sexual comments here and there that make me cringe. It's whatever. If I get REALLY mad about it, I'll just go cave his face in. He usually doesn't bother me that much. FakeProwl 10:35 pm Have you expressed to him, clearly, that you don't want these comments? chronosmith 10:36 pm Pretty much. I mean, mostly it's threatening and all, the usual. FakeProwl 10:36 pm He's persisted after you made clear you don't want these comments? chronosmith 10:36 pm *ambles over to hand Windchill the drink* That's as good as you're gonna get, though. The less I think about this, the BETTER. FakeProwl 10:37 pm ((WAIT THAT'S CARRIE)) ((I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE HER WITHOUT THE BUNS)) chronosmith 10:37 pm You talk to Quark if you wanna get the details. Ugh. Lord. Just talking about this--quick! Someone, anyone, say something sexy. Deliver me from this hell. FakeProwl 10:37 pm In cases of sexual harassment—which is what you have just described—I tend to get more accurate reports from the recipient than the perpetrator. Chillsins 10:37 pm *Raises his hand.* Juicy giblets. chronosmith 10:38 pm Okay, well, later, then. Cos I'm drunk. Windchill, you're not helping. FakeProwl 10:38 pm Thank you for your cooperation. Chillsins 10:38 pm *Takes the offered hand now that he's said something decidedly not sexy.* Chaoit 10:38 pm ...oh. it's over Chillsins 10:38 pm *Sits back down and pats his lap where Whirl's feet belong.* NoodlesAtNight 10:38 pm *Is listening with fascination to this whole mess about Quark. He smells future problems on the wind.* mauther 10:39 pm *so many future problems* chronosmith 10:39 pm *flops down and props his feet up where they belong* FakeProwl 10:39 pm Unless you want to take action on this case—which it sounds to me like you don't—that's all I need to know. chronosmith 10:39 pm You've all failed me, miserably. Chillsins 10:39 pm Sorry, mech. I used up all of my sexy words for today. chronosmith 10:39 pm Nah, if I wanna take action, I'll TAKE ACTION. You know what I mean. *clicks claw menacindly* Chillsins 10:39 pm *Eyes the...beverage, suspiciously.* FakeProwl 10:40 pm ... *nudges Tarantulas* mauther 10:40 pm *is nudged* Yyyyes? Chillsins 10:40 pm *Sniffs it.* FakeProwl 10:41 pm *quietly* Whirl has made what is, under the circumstances, a very reasonable request to be distracted with something sexy. He likes guns. You have a lot of guns. chronosmith 10:41 pm *grabs his own Forbidden Mixture off the table and toasts Windchill with it before drinking more* Chillsins 10:41 pm What do you think the chances of me dying right here are if I toss this whole thing back in one go? NoodlesAtNight 10:41 pm =Find out.= chronosmith 10:42 pm I'd take a sip first. That way, if you don't like it, I can get the rest. Because I do. Chillsins 10:42 pm *Thinks.* Okay, that seems fair. mauther 10:42 pm *loud sputtering* W-what? /Prowl/ FakeProwl 10:42 pm Just a suggestion. I thought you two got along. Chillsins 10:42 pm (( Prowl just what kind of establishment do u think this is. )) FakeProwl 10:43 pm *Whirl is no friend of Prowl's. But NOBODY deserves to be haunted by the image of Megatron's junk.* Chaoit 10:43 pm ((ohmygodprowlno mauther 10:43 pm *quieter* F-for one thing, are you suggesting I display arms in an explicitly peaceful establishment? chronosmith 10:43 pm ((in this moment, whirl and prowl are closer than ever before, bound by their mutual disgust of Megatron's junk)) ((bless)) Chillsins 10:43 pm (( I shed a single tear at the beauty of this moment. )) chronosmith 10:43 pm Eyy, Soundwave! Can I make a request? Chillsins 10:43 pm Okay, here I go. NoodlesAtNight 10:43 pm [[Hmm?]] mauther 10:43 pm *hush* I got the impression that Soundwave wasn't in a mood to be, err Chillsins 10:44 pm *Shoves his tongue into the glass.* chronosmith 10:44 pm Any song by Cheap Trick that ISN'T "I Want You to Want Me." Cos that is kind of a lame song. NoodlesAtNight 10:44 pm *Immediately, if secretly, distracted by the tongue.* FakeProwl 10:44 pm ... *leans over to Soundwave and murmurs* In the interest of distracting Whirl from the nigmtmarish mental image that is Megatron's junk, would Tarantulas be permitted to show off his weaponry, provided he has no intention of using them? Chillsins 10:44 pm UHHHNNNNNNNn. *The Uhhhnnnnn of REgret.* chronosmith 10:44 pm Isn't it great? *his optic is curved in an expression of Actual Genuine Joy* Chillsins 10:45 pm *Slowly retracts his tongue like an injured octopus arm.* NoodlesAtNight 10:45 pm *Considers this. Megatron's junk IS a nightmarish mental image, and it's one people like to inflict on him from time to time too for some reason.* chronosmith 10:45 pm No good, eh? Chillsins 10:45 pm Give me a moment to decide. mauther 10:45 pm You're /not/ serious, Prowl Chaoit 10:45 pm -doesn't get what is going on, but not gonna ask- Chillsins 10:45 pm *Takes an actual sip this time.* *His face tries to implode on itself.* chronosmith 10:46 pm *LAUGHS* NoodlesAtNight 10:46 pm (txt): Accepted. Warning: Fired shots require serious punishment. Chillsins 10:46 pm *Coughs a little.* chronosmith 10:46 pm I nearly fell out when I tasted the full thing, too. But I mean... it's still GOOD, right? It's so intense. I love tasting. FakeProwl 10:46 pm *leans back over to Tarantulas* Soundwave gave his approval. Chillsins 10:47 pm Gee, Thanks Whirl. This is living. What an experience. mauther 10:47 pm *WHY* FakeProwl 10:47 pm As long as no shots are fired. chronosmith 10:47 pm *nods slowly* It is. Chillsins 10:47 pm *Shakes his head, his face still looks tortured.* Give me your drink can, boob. chronosmith 10:47 pm *Whirl's appreciation of the rare pleasure of being able to taste his food has given him a bit of a warped perspective on what's "good"* ..why? *peers at. Are you trying to take his Forbidden Mixture away* Chillsins 10:48 pm I'm giving you back half of this potion. chronosmith 10:48 pm *sets his canister on the table and gestures to it* By all means. mauther 10:49 pm *toward prowl/sw* I don't see any reason why I should - I - he's already quite sufficiently distracted by - *what is this evening even, he's not used to coming to movie nights* Chillsins 10:49 pm *Carefully squints and, holding Whirl's booze steady in one hand, doles out half of his poison with the other.* FakeProwl 10:50 pm You don't have to if you don't want to. Chillsins 10:50 pm There. More for you, you wild tangerine. chronosmith 10:50 pm Thank you... er. You. Coffee table. FakeProwl 10:50 pm I thought you might want to help. You don't have to. Chillsins 10:50 pm *Nods. Acceptable.* chronosmith 10:50 pm *takes a swig of the New Forbidden Mixture* At l;east I'll be able to get DRUNK again. ...even if the extra bit is non-alcoholic. Chillsins 10:51 pm Now my chances of dying are reduced by half, but oh well. *he sighs despondently.* chronosmith 10:51 pm *perks up* Chillsins 10:51 pm Maybe I just need to get used to it. But not today. mauther 10:52 pm IIIII think he's fine. *but now tarantulas is never going to forget this tidbit* NoodlesAtNight 10:52 pm (txt): Disappointing. Soundwave: also interested. FakeProwl 10:52 pm All right. NoodlesAtNight 10:52 pm (txt): ...Not same way. Chillsins 10:52 pm *Wish him luck, here he goes.* mauther 10:52 pm *...damnit now he's actually itching to show his guns. /why/* chronosmith 10:52 pm ((don't lie soundwave)) NoodlesAtNight 10:53 pm ((he's not really into guns. he's just curious where tara is keeping them)) chronosmith 10:53 pm Not bad, Soundwave, I don't think I've actually heard this one. I dig it, though. mauther 10:53 pm (( someone convince him :V chronosmith 10:53 pm It's like--it's almost--almost arrhythmic, yeah? Chillsins 10:53 pm *He gulps the rest down in a single swig, a gagging sound, a shudder, and a sudden prune face.* chronosmith 10:53 pm ((whirl already put forth his plea. It still stands)) Chillsins 10:53 pm (( Windchill is not aware of this conversation and so can offer no support. )) NoodlesAtNight 10:53 pm [[He liked the lyrics.]] mauther 10:54 pm (( apparently someone's GUNSHY chronosmith 10:54 pm *snickers* I can guess why. NoodlesAtNight 10:54 pm ((punnnnn)) chronosmith 10:54 pm Is that you, eh? Is that your title now? Soundwave, High Priest of Rhythmic Noise? FakeProwl 10:54 pm *well, if Tarantulas isn't going to do it. Prowl leans against him again.* Chillsins 10:55 pm *Still making a face, but it seems he survived.* mauther 10:55 pm *lean accepted, but tarantulas is wiggly now* chronosmith 10:55 pm Spicy, right? Chillsins 10:56 pm *coughs.* Spicy like my butt. That's a lot of spicy. NoodlesAtNight 10:56 pm [[...No. Best not. Someone will think it means rhythmic noise in the berth rather than through speakers.]] chronosmith 10:56 pm ..pfft. That's lame. NoodlesAtNight 10:56 pm [[And while he IS proud of his talents, he prefers to keep them to a select few.]] chronosmith 10:57 pm I pictured like... a dude on a mountaintop. In some kinda fancy ro--*stares* Chaoit 10:57 pm ....? FakeProwl 10:57 pm *INTENSE SIDE-GLANCE* chronosmith 10:57 pm *snickers* mauther 10:57 pm *snickers but then feels awkward* Chaoit 10:57 pm -right over his helm- chronosmith 10:57 pm I still think smiting your enemies from a mountaintop wearing some kinda weird ceremonial robes is cooler, to be honest. NoodlesAtNight 10:57 pm *The picture of blank-masked innocence.* chronosmith 10:57 pm But: good to know. Chillsins 10:57 pm *Would snicker, but makes a pathetic wheeze instead.* NoodlesAtNight 10:58 pm [[His frame is too angular and pointed. Robes would catch.]] chronosmith 10:58 pm *now looks to Windchill* I... don't have. Any kind of response for that. You nightstand you. Hey, that's why you get em specially TAILORED. Chillsins 10:58 pm *Winks, at least.* NoodlesAtNight 10:58 pm ((i'm laughing at INTENSE SIDE-GLANCE because he wasn't actually referring to anyone in particular... he was just saying)) chronosmith 10:58 pm Not gonna like I think you could pull off the "tall, imposing dark priest" look. *appraising look* Even though you're kinda short. FakeProwl 10:59 pm ((but now he's THINKING ABOUT THOSE TALENTS)) chronosmith 10:59 pm ((now we all are)) mauther 10:59 pm (( and tara's thinking about prowl thinking about those talents NoodlesAtNight 11:00 pm [[Organized religion has never been his style. He prefers more personalized forms of worship.]] Chaoit 11:00 pm ..... mauther 11:00 pm *SQUINT. is that some more innuendo* chronosmith 11:00 pm Well, you know where I stand. Praise Heqet. Chaoit 11:00 pm huh chronosmith 11:01 pm And, nobody said anything about a CHURCH. Chaoit 11:01 pm That got chaotic NoodlesAtNight 11:01 pm [[Repression usually does, Blaster.]] [[Where would he be a High Priest, if not a church?]] Chillsins 11:01 pm *He'd frick in a church. Nothing is sacred.* *Holds his now empty glass up to his mouth.* *Leans over to Whirl.* chronosmith 11:02 pm Like I said: On top of a mountain, ideally during a thunderstorm, smiting his enemies with deadly Rhythmic Noise. *looks up at Windchill* NoodlesAtNight 11:02 pm [[Perhaps if nightclub ownership fails to pan out.]] chronosmith 11:02 pm *snickers* NoodlesAtNight 11:02 pm *And it was both the truth and innuendo, which is just how he likes things.* chronosmith 11:02 pm Lemme know if you decide to do it. I wanna be there for that. Chillsins 11:03 pm *Using the the glass like a microphone,* Ooh, you touch my tralala. Chaoit 11:03 pm True. It does.... chronosmith 11:03 pm *SNORTS* NoodlesAtNight 11:03 pm *Plausible deniability and all that* Chillsins 11:03 pm *He offers the microphone' to Whirl to finish.* mauther 11:03 pm Personally I think he ought to continue here, if his music taste is anything to go by *appreciate dat 80s* chronosmith 11:04 pm *leans into the cup* Congratulations Windchill. Just when I thought my libido couldn't sink any lower, you somehow killed it HARDER. mauther 11:04 pm *oH NO* Chillsins 11:04 pm *HOWLS with laughter.* *He seems to have largely recovered from the experiment.* NoodlesAtNight 11:04 pm [[Deep-treaded tires with glowing hubcaps.]] Chillsins 11:05 pm It's okay if you don't know that song, we can pick a different one. FakeProwl 11:05 pm What? *sorry he wasn't listening, what's this about interesting tires* mauther 11:05 pm Yes, /what/? chronosmith 11:05 pm *snickers at Windchill* Also--yeah, what now? Tires? NoodlesAtNight 11:06 pm *Motions to Whirl.* [[Whirl said his libido was destroyed again. He was offering a boosting comment, as requested last time,]] FakeProwl 11:06 pm *well it worked on Prowl* chronosmith 11:06 pm Oh. Well, I appreciate the effort. I could take or leave tires, though Chillsins 11:06 pm *Ears prick up at this song choice* Chaoit 11:07 pm ....? NoodlesAtNight 11:07 pm *It worked on him too. That's why he chose it.* chronosmith 11:07 pm *pauses and takes a contemplative swig* Still better than picturing Megatron's JUNK. Ugh. NoodlesAtNight 11:07 pm [[He will aim a little closer to your tastes next ti-- MUST you.]] [[He IS a telepath.]] chronosmith 11:07 pm If I have to suffer, so do all of you. ... Chillsins 11:07 pm *Snorts, and sets the glass down.* Not me. I'm invulnerable to junk. Chaoit 11:08 pm -seriously just confused at this conversation now- chronosmith 11:08 pm *suddenly things very hard of this picture: http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/08/03/article-0-0D47217900000578-586_634x450.jpg * FakeProwl 11:08 pm If it makes you feel any better, Whirl—at the present time, the Autobots possess no conclusive evidence that Megatron even HAS junk. NoodlesAtNight 11:08 pm *Texts Whirl the word "Praise"* chronosmith 11:08 pm *SNICKERS* Lord. One can only hope. NoodlesAtNight 11:08 pm [[Is that unusual?]] chronosmith 11:08 pm *shrugs* I... don't know. mauther 11:09 pm /Please/, first of all, why are we referring to interface arrays as junk NoodlesAtNight 11:09 pm *Don't worry, Blaster. They're all being drunk or filthy. Or in Whirl's case, both.* chronosmith 11:09 pm I mean, I was born with mine, but I don't know how it works in other dimensions? FakeProwl 11:09 pm It would put him in the minority, but it's not overly remarkable. Chillsins 11:09 pm *Raises his hand again.* chronosmith 11:09 pm Because APPARENTLY my aray isn't STANDARD, somehow. Chillsins 11:09 pm Mine is called junk because it's trashed. Chaoit 11:09 pm -Makes more sense now, thanks- chronosmith 11:09 pm *mostly just drunk. And brutally blunt* Chaoit 11:09 pm Oh! That's why you guys were upset about think of....oh. FakeProwl 11:09 pm I'm referring to it as junk because Whirl referred to it as junk. chronosmith 11:09 pm Windchill. ...well I can neither refute nor confirm this. I'll take your word for it. mauther 11:10 pm Yes, thank you Windchill, that explains it completely Chaoit 11:10 pm -just got what the conversation was about- NoodlesAtNight 11:10 pm [[Yes. Unpleasant, no?]] Chillsins 11:10 pm You're welcome, folks. I'm here to help. Chaoit 11:10 pm Ew chronosmith 11:10 pm I'm referring to Megatron's, specifically, as junk. Because it's MEGATRON. FakeProwl 11:10 pm And we're talking about Megatron's, so I'm not inclined to be respectful toward it. *did he and Whirl just say the same thing* chronosmith 11:10 pm SEE? This guy gets me. *points at Prowl* Chaoit 11:10 pm Why are you talking about it at all? chronosmith 11:10 pm ...which I think should be worrying to both of us. Chaoit 11:10 pm Ewww FakeProwl 11:11 pm ... It probably says more about Megatron than it does about either of us. chronosmith 11:11 pm Good point, Blaster. Let's not talk about it any more. mauther 11:11 pm Can we just - can't we just talk about something else then? Primus, even guns, I don't care at this point Chaoit 11:11 pm Yeah, something else chronosmith 11:11 pm Guns are the perfect thing to steer us away from this arousal-destroying abyss. Chaoit 11:11 pm Anything else at this point FakeProwl 11:11 pm *... oh, right, Tarantulas gets uncomfortable talking about sex things.* NoodlesAtNight 11:12 pm [[...He misses the resonance blaster.]] *His contribution.* Chaoit 11:12 pm The what blaster? FakeProwl 11:12 pm It was an impressive weapon. NoodlesAtNight 11:12 pm [[He dislikes external weaponry, but he would make an exception for another one.]] Chaoit 11:12 pm Oh, that weapon in the documentary? NoodlesAtNight 11:12 pm [[Yes.]] chronosmith 11:12 pm It WAS neat. There isn't nearly enough sound-based weaponry out there. Chaoit 11:12 pm Heh FakeProwl 11:13 pm @Soundwave «If you have any follow-up questions about our universe's standard anatomy, you may ask me privately.» *since Soundwave DID ask one.* Chaoit 11:13 pm Because some of the dangerous ones require tuning to work Chillsins 11:13 pm Well, sound based weaponry's efficacy would be too readily affected by the surrounding atmosphere or lack thereof, so that's why. Chaoit 11:13 pm I should know, I have several mauther 11:13 pm I - I must have missed it, is it just as the name suggests then? NoodlesAtNight 11:13 pm @Prowl: (txt) Preference: now, later? FakeProwl 11:14 pm @Soundwave «Whenever you'd like.» chronosmith 11:14 pm Well, yeah, but you can say that about a lot of tech, probably. You gotta give yourself room to be CREATIVE! Weaponsmithing... *places a claw over his cockpit* Is an art. One I don't posses, really. But I can appreciate it. Chaoit 11:14 pm Yeah I mean, it's fun to figure out what does what Chillsins 11:15 pm *Snorts.* mauther 11:15 pm Oh, I see 😮 chronosmith 11:15 pm Pfft. You big show-off. *amused glance at Soundwave* Chillsins 11:15 pm *Oh my god.* mauther 11:15 pm And I suppose one could say it's an art, but I never really did consider myself an artist Chillsins 11:16 pm *If only it were the Shrek 2 version.* chronosmith 11:16 pm I used to be. *that probably only slipped out because he's dunk. Whirl pauses, and then follows it up with a nice, long swig* What about you, my exceedingly comfortable sofa? Got a favorite weapon? NoodlesAtNight 11:16 pm @Prowl: (txt): ...Perhaps over comm. Full crowd distracts. Chillsins 11:16 pm Um. FakeProwl 11:16 pm *acknowledging ping* Chillsins 11:16 pm *He got distracted.* NoodlesAtNight 11:16 pm [[He wasn't showing off. Showing off would be playing back the whole fight.]] chronosmith 11:16 pm Besides your butt, which crushes everything in its path. Chillsins 11:17 pm Let's see. *He holds up his hand to count on his fingers.* Oh, not counting my butt? Damn. FakeProwl 11:17 pm *... kind of considers Tarantulas an artwork. but won't say that out loud.* chronosmith 11:17 pm Hey, I didn't say showing off was a BAD thing. Chaoit 11:17 pm That looked painful FakeProwl 11:17 pm *did he think artwork? he meant artist. haha. ha. haa.* Chillsins 11:17 pm *Lifts one finger.* My mind is my first choice. chronosmith 11:17 pm ((PRWL)) mauther 11:17 pm (( sdgfdhgf Chillsins 11:18 pm (( That's naughty. )) Chaoit 11:18 pm ((prooooowl NoodlesAtNight 11:18 pm *Offers Windchill a tiny playback of applause. He likes that choice.* chronosmith 11:18 pm *shrugs* I can see how that'd be a thing, yeah. mauther 11:18 pm See, Windchill, the mind may be the ultimate weapon, but you have to USE it to make other weapons that are more immediately applicable to violent situations chronosmith 11:19 pm *y'all are lucky he's JUST drunk enough to lack coordination, or he might have launched into this song* Chillsins 11:19 pm *Then rises a second finger.* Then, my old nucleon charge rifle. Seems I don't have either, these days. chronosmith 11:19 pm *if this were a certain other song, you'd all be doomed* Chillsins 11:19 pm You think I don't know how a mind works? *Please Whirl, do it. He'd join, you know it.* mauther 11:20 pm Honestly, a simple energy blaster is sufficient in most cases, but a - a nucleon charge rifle? Hhm. chronosmith 11:20 pm *Whirl becomes suddenly and genuinely attentive, expanded optic and perked antenna and everything* Nucelon charge rifle, eh? You should tell me about it, sometime. Chillsins 11:20 pm Listen. FakeProwl 11:20 pm ... ......... Chaoit 11:20 pm ...... NoodlesAtNight 11:20 pm [[...Oh. And a V32.CYBR Corrupt@r. He would also want one of those again.]] FakeProwl 11:20 pm ..................... How would it work. Chillsins 11:20 pm It may be built for reaching out and touching people, but it turns out you can shoot people from up close too. chronosmith 11:21 pm Soundwave. That's the goofiest name I ever heard for a weapon. I love it. Chaoit 11:21 pm ....yikes Chillsins 11:21 pm Pretty versatile if you've got a handle on it, if you mind the rate of fire. *Gasps.* *He loves this godawful song.* mauther 11:21 pm *claps his claws over his head, noooo* Chillsins 11:21 pm *That's it, he's singing along. Sorry guys.* chronosmith 11:21 pm *this is not The Song. Whirl does not join in* mauther 11:21 pm *smokescreen was the last one to rickroll him and he doesn't want to think about any of that* Chillsins 11:22 pm *You are all weak.* Chaoit 11:22 pm Wow. chronosmith 11:22 pm *I am not weak I am just PARTICULAR* FakeProwl 11:22 pm *prowl has Absolutely No emotional reaction to this song* Chillsins 11:22 pm *Leans over to sing as close to Whirl's head as possible without spitting on him* chronosmith 11:22 pm *deapdan stare back* *slooowly drains the last of his Forbidden Mixture* FakeProwl 11:23 pm *... a little bit of an emotional reaction to Tarantulas suddenly curling up, though.* What? Chillsins 11:23 pm *Sticks his tongue out for the finale since it is now ruined.* chronosmith 11:23 pm *oh, now here we go. Whirl's gonna lean back and just quietly let this one wash over him* mauther 11:23 pm *he's letting his head go once the song switches, that's fine* chronosmith 11:23 pm *he likes this one* mauther 11:23 pm Oh? Nothing NoodlesAtNight 11:23 pm *Has added Windchill to his Collection* FakeProwl 11:24 pm Are you alright? chronosmith 11:24 pm Good on you for picking the best version, Soundwave. Chillsins 11:24 pm *He would be scared to know what that means if he knew what that meant or that it happened.* NoodlesAtNight 11:24 pm [[He likes them both. It is... a favorite.]] chronosmith 11:24 pm *nods silently* mauther 11:25 pm I'm - perfectly fine, I simply don't enjoy that song. NoodlesAtNight 11:25 pm *It just means Windchill has joined the Cybertronian Choir Fantastic* FakeProwl 11:25 pm Ah. chronosmith 11:25 pm The violins in this one really make it. FakeProwl 11:25 pm *well. prowl will probably never hear that song again. but if he does, he'll keep tarantulas away from it.* NoodlesAtNight 11:25 pm *The slightly waving feeler sticking out a small ways would agree.* FakeProwl 11:25 pm ... So, about that nucleon charge rifle...? Chillsins 11:25 pm *Right, so something to fear then.* mauther 11:26 pm Yes, please do tell Chillsins 11:26 pm *Raises a single eyebrow.* chronosmith 11:26 pm *cycles a barely-audible, contented sigh* But yes. Okay. I've sat here long enough, yammering you guys' audials off. Chillsins 11:26 pm *Here he was hoping you'd all be too distracted to talk about that.* mauther 11:27 pm *nope, guns on the mind apparently* Chillsins 11:27 pm What about it? chronosmith 11:27 pm *removes his feet, clambers up, and streetches, nearly swaying himself onto the floor* NoodlesAtNight 11:27 pm [[If you insist.]] [[Do you require bridge assistance?]] chronosmith 11:27 pm I'm gonna go hit the sack before the medicine wears off. Chillsins 11:27 pm You leaving, my malty vinegar? chronosmith 11:27 pm Nah, nah, I got this. I am. You... uh. You shelf. Chillsins 11:27 pm You want a goodnight kiss? *He bats his obscene eyelids.* chronosmith 11:28 pm *someone should make a bridge for him tho he's done the equivalent of mix cough syrup with liquor, he should not be bridging* *reaches over and very gently bonks Windchill on the head with his claw* There. NoodlesAtNight 11:28 pm *...Will probably handle that for him.* FakeProwl 11:28 pm *windchill may be the one with the rifle being discussed here but as prowl's asking about it about 70% of his attention is on tarantulas* Chillsins 11:28 pm Owie, that'll do it. chronosmith 11:28 pm Your turn. FakeProwl 11:28 pm *he's expecting it to take, like, five minutes for tarantulas to figure out how to replicate whatever it is* Chillsins 11:29 pm Give me your claw. chronosmith 11:29 pm No. You gotta whap me. Chillsins 11:29 pm That's not a smooch you mixed berry smoothie. But okay, if it will make you feel better. *Lightly whaps his shoulder.* chronosmith 11:30 pm But probably don't whap me on the hea--thanks. *nods solemnly* Chillsins 11:30 pm Now get Soundwave to bridge you home, with my blessing. mauther 11:30 pm .....When you're done with that, Windchill *vague claw wave at the mushiness* I wouldn't mind hearing about the mechanism of action of the rifle... or, I mean, if it's /simpler/ you could just hand me the schematics, of course chronosmith 11:30 pm All right, all right. Bridge me, mech. NoodlesAtNight 11:31 pm [[Mind your footing.]] *Because one's going right under Whirl to right outside the LL.* chronosmith 11:31 pm *as Soundwave says that, he's transforming. You have a wobbly helicopter in your bar now* Chillsins 11:31 pm *Turns just enough to wink at Tarantulas. He'll get to you in a moment.* chronosmith 11:31 pm *he Descends* FakeProwl 11:31 pm *FREE BIRD* Chillsins 11:31 pm Bye, my angel food cake. *He waves.* FakeProwl 11:32 pm *... no free bird* NoodlesAtNight 11:32 pm *He'll free bird before Prowl goes.* chronosmith 11:32 pm Seeya, my divine divan. NoodlesAtNight 11:32 pm [[How -do- you know so many human fuel items.]] mauther 11:32 pm *how dare you wink at he who cannot wink back* Chillsins 11:32 pm *SNORTS.* chronosmith 11:32 pm *zoop. Whirls gone. God only knows where his drunk ass will end up tognight* Chillsins 11:32 pm *Frogspeed, my friend. Frogspeed.* NoodlesAtNight 11:32 pm *It's been connected to something that's going to distract him if he thinks about it. Better not with Windchill and Blaster still here.* FakeProwl 11:33 pm *... fair.* Chillsins 11:33 pm I know a lot of food items because I know a lot of things about Earth. I've lived there for...a while. Infiltrating, you know. chronosmith 11:33 pm ((SEE Y'ALL)) NoodlesAtNight 11:33 pm ((bye!)) Chillsins 11:33 pm Holoforms are fantastic for picking up the culture. mauther 11:33 pm (( BYEEE FakeProwl 11:33 pm ((GNIGHT)) Chaoit 11:33 pm ...why call someone names based on things for eating? Chillsins 11:33 pm (( BYYYYYYE. )) Chaoit 11:33 pm ((g'night! Chillsins 11:34 pm Because, it's funny. NoodlesAtNight 11:34 pm [[...He should get one. It would be easier than other setups.]] Chaoit 11:34 pm ...I guess? mauther 11:34 pm They really are useful - but don't get distracted, Windchill *taptaptap with spider leg on floor* NoodlesAtNight 11:35 pm [[Ah. His apologies. He did interrupt your question.]] Chillsins 11:35 pm I haven't forgotten, I've been avoiding the subject to see just how much pressure you're going to put on me about it. mauther 11:35 pm Aha, I see. That game you spoke of, of course. Chillsins 11:35 pm Also, Whirl was leaving. Something like that. I am a seeker of Vos, and a Decepticon. It comes with the territory. Anyway, it seems to me that you have more than a normal level of interest in the thing. mauther 11:38 pm Naturally. Weaponized nucleon was only barely a phenomenon in my universe before it was banned entirely *tsktsk internally* Chillsins 11:38 pm A shame, that. mauther 11:40 pm DO you have the schematics somewhere? Or would that be something I have to eat some more straws to get from you? Chillsins 11:40 pm Of course I have them. FakeProwl 11:40 pm *and it was banned for very good reasons, but he's not going to say that when Tarantulas might be up to Science* Chillsins 11:40 pm Along with the schematics for other things that might be worthwhile to universes with your...problems. NoodlesAtNight 11:41 pm *Curious tilt* mauther 11:41 pm *squint* My universe has quite a few problems, you might have to specify which subset Chillsins 11:41 pm I can reproduce. mauther 11:42 pm *would choke if he had a drink, but thankfully it just comes out as a cough* Chaoit 11:42 pm -awkward- FakeProwl 11:42 pm *zero emotional reaction* mauther 11:42 pm Ah, I see. FakeProwl 11:42 pm ((CRO PLZ)) NoodlesAtNight 11:42 pm *Doesn't find it awkward at all. It's an important problem to solve, even if he doesn't personally want anything to do with it.* ((IT WAS THERE AND I WASN'T NOT DOING IT)) mauther 11:42 pm (( sDGF i didnt realize Chillsins 11:42 pm *Shrugs.* (( I missed it )) NoodlesAtNight 11:43 pm <---Jessie)) FakeProwl 11:43 pm <--- Jessie's girl)) mauther 11:43 pm Personally I'm more interested in the rifle than the reproduction aspect <--- singer)) Chillsins 11:44 pm (( Pffft. )) Chaoit 11:44 pm ((yep mauther 11:44 pm (( honestly it might be more accurate to say bizarre love triangle but this definitely works Chillsins 11:45 pm Well, good for you. We should all aspire to an interest in shooting our enemies in the forehead. mauther 11:45 pm That's not the only thing one could do with weaponized nucleon, you realize Chillsins 11:45 pm I'm sure. That is, however, not what mine was for. It was for shooting people in the forehead. mauther 11:47 pm *spider shrug* That doesn't mean I'm not still interested Chillsins 11:47 pm You're interested more in the weaponizing aspect than that particular application. FakeProwl 11:47 pm ((there's kokomo, and here whirl's already gone. shame.)) NoodlesAtNight 11:47 pm ((ikr 😞 )) Chillsins 11:47 pm (( Damn u Whirl. )) mauther 11:49 pm Yes, but - we're talking in circles. Either you intend to tell me of it or you don't, that's really all I mind at the moment FakeProwl 11:49 pm ((yeeeee my jam)) Chillsins 11:50 pm (( So good. )) *He shrugs.* mauther 11:50 pm (( ive never seen most of these music videos and boy are they Gems FakeProwl 11:50 pm ((nice use of green screens)) Chillsins 11:51 pm I have a question: why should I tell you? mauther 11:51 pm Because I asked nicely. Or, hyeh, I think I did. Chillsins 11:51 pm I traded my previous integrated one for, well, quite a bit. Last I heard it was making a name for itself installed on some gunship. *He's scratching his chin, musing a little.* FakeProwl 11:53 pm *... if windchill starts trying to wring cash out of tarantulas, prowl's probably the one who's going to foot the bill.* FakeProwl 11:54 pm @Tarantulas «If he ends up uncooperative—Brainstorm's created a few blueprints for nucleon weapons that were banned before production. And all he needs to share his work is a fascinated audience that understands what he's saying.» mauther 11:54 pm If you're hinting that a more serious exchange would be required for me to get even the most basic specs from you, I'm... hhmn. *gets the comm* Chillsins 11:55 pm *He'll wring whatever he can get, he'll wring you like a dirty dishrag. He has little to no resources and a mind for hard negotiation.* You do that, lest I think you're planning to take advantage of me. mauther 11:56 pm ...You know, I might be best served waiting until you feel fit to drop the schematics on me as it suits your whimsy, honestly Chillsins 11:56 pm Listen, one freebie isn't a trend. mauther 11:57 pm *visor smile* Chillsins 11:57 pm You can make me an offer, or I'll assume you're not that interested. *He has what YOU want, remember.* Is making it worth my while so hard? *Ya darned cheapskates.* FakeProwl 11:58 pm @Tarantulas «There's no sense in paying him for something you could probably figure out how to make yourself in under a week.» Chillsins 11:59 pm *He's going to get up and return his used glass to the bar.* Yesterday Chillsins 11:59 pm *He's not necessarily asking for cash.* NoodlesAtNight 12:00 am *Ravage swipes it over* mauther 12:00 am *mentally waves off the comm* ...I'm - not going to make you an offer, especially since I have no idea exactly what I FakeProwl 12:00 am ((sPIDERWEBS)) mauther 12:00 am 'd be bargaining for But in any case I think I'll have to decline your invitation to an exchange at the moment. Chillsins 12:01 am True, but if I give you the schematics to look over you'll just take them. *He shrugs, sitting back down.* mauther 12:01 am (( .....cro NoodlesAtNight 12:01 am ((*laughs forever*)) mauther 12:02 am (( /cro/ Tsk tsk, so little trust Chillsins 12:02 am You can come talk to me when you decide to stop trying to wheedle me out of what's mine. mauther 12:03 am Honestly this simply started as a casual conversation about weapons, I wasn't attempting to "get" anything out of you until you yourself started getting serious, so to speak FakeProwl 12:03 am ((*thumbs up*)) Chillsins 12:03 am *He stops to think about it.* mauther 12:03 am It's quite alright though Chillsins 12:04 am You specifically asked me to give you the schematics. Which, I am not opposed to in and of itself. What if I make you an offer, then. I'll give you the schematics, provided you replicate the weapon for me. Just one. mauther 12:05 am ....And then what? Chillsins 12:05 am Then I don't much care, so long as I get a working rifle. FakeProwl 12:06 am *... seriously considering the offer* mauther 12:06 am *sideglance at prowl, he is too* FakeProwl 12:06 am *on the one hand, that's handing a powerful weapon to a Decepticon* Chillsins 12:06 am *Technically soon to be ex decepticon, hence the need for a weapon.* FakeProwl 12:06 am *on the other hand, if they don't take it, somebody else simply could.* mauther 12:06 am How soon would you want it by, if I were to acquire the schematics today? Chillsins 12:07 am *We had the DJD discussion already.* mauther 12:07 am And I'm assuming you have some source of nucleon? FakeProwl 12:07 am *plus, if he was a real threat as a Decepticon, Whirl wouldn't be so cozy with him. He might be a Decepticon but he's not much of an enemy.* Chillsins 12:07 am *ARE YOU SURE, PROWL.* FakeProwl 12:08 am *"being dangerous" and "being a danger" are two different things. Prowl has no knowledge about whether he's dangerous, but the evidence suggests he's not a danger.* Chillsins 12:08 am *A fair assessment.* On me? No. mauther 12:08 am *funny pfft noise* Chillsins 12:08 am But I might be able to locate it. FakeProwl 12:09 am *puts hand on Tarantulas's arm* Don't make any promises for a fast turnaround. You've got another project you need to finish first. mauther 12:09 am That's precisely why I was asking. *mostly* Chillsins 12:10 am It would require a space bridge to access, any stockpiles I can dredge up out of old records will be located on my Cybertron or the remains of Decepticon outposts. It would take some research at the very least. FakeProwl 12:11 am I may have access to Decepticon stockpiles in our universe, too. mauther 12:11 am *whoa ok that sounds like a lot more than he was thinking* Chillsins 12:11 am *Welcome to Windchill's world.* It is also possible that we could readily purchase it on Cybertron, I could look into that also. mauther 12:13 am That's - that should be sufficient. I mostly meant to imply that I wouldn't be able to supply you with any myself, and that I would require an amount for the replication process itself Chillsins 12:14 am I know, and I am offering solutions to the problem. mauther 12:14 am Clarified. Turnaround time expected? Chillsins 12:15 am Time is measured in numbers by you lot, I don't do well with those. mauther 12:15 am Well, to put it another way, is there a time by which you might specifically require it Chillsins 12:15 am Unknown. Give me an estimate of how long you think it will take. *He's working on it.* Once you have the nucleon, of course. mauther 12:17 am Honestly I can't say, depending on a current project, but - *glance at prowl.* FakeProwl 12:18 am *glances back. yes?* mauther 12:18 am (( can i just reference some vague timepoint in the reasonable future, chillmun? FakeProwl 12:18 am *... "glances back." as though prowl hadn't already been looking at tarantulas.* Chillsins 12:19 am (( Sure because he's just going to tell Tarantulas to double whatever time frame he comes up with.)) (( He's not picky. )) mauther 12:19 am *urgh. why did he think prowl could help him with something that's HIS job* FakeProwl 12:20 am *prowl doesn't know how much time this is gonna take. he understands nothing about tarantulas's process except "insert plan; magic happens; receive weapon."* mauther 12:20 am Maybe before the end of the <insert time period here>? Tentatively, highly subject to change Chillsins 12:21 am That's gibberish to me, mech. FakeProwl 12:21 am *... hold up. free bird guitar solo. prowl is on another plane of existence rn.* Chillsins 12:21 am *He will be missed.* FakeProwl 12:21 am *back in five minutes.* Chillsins 12:21 am Whatever you just said, double it. mauther 12:21 am *vaguely concerned about prowl, but keeps going* Chillsins 12:21 am Sooner would be better, but I won't come knocking before then. mauther 12:23 am /More/ time? To assure quality? Because that's hardly - *nope don't get too arrogant* ...ttthat's a reasonable idea. Chillsins 12:23 am To allow for unforeseen circumstances. FakeProwl 12:24 am *hhhh.* *bliss.* Chillsins 12:24 am *He's not actively implying that you can't handle the workload, but he's compensating anyway.* mauther 12:24 am *no offense taken* ...I think we might have a deal FakeProwl 12:24 am *okay, what did he miss?* *oh. good.* Chillsins 12:25 am *Is giving Tarantulas these schematics the responsible thing to do? No. He shuns responsibility.* *He'll just get them elsewhere anyway, if he puts his mind to it. It can't exactly be helped.* mauther 12:26 am *having anything to do with tarantulas is irresponsible, but look at them all* Chillsins 12:26 am *point made.* *He shrugs again, as casual as you please.* Sounds good to me. mauther 12:27 am ...It's not /that/ easy, is it? Chillsins 12:27 am We can get it in writing, if you like. Short of that, we have witnesses. FakeProwl 12:28 am It sounds like a solid bargain to me. mauther 12:28 am True enough. *looks around* NoodlesAtNight 12:28 am [[All said is recorded.]] Chillsins 12:28 am *Nods at Soundwave. He was counting on that.* mauther 12:29 am I don't quite care for formalities, so audio agreement is just as fine as written mauther 12:31 am ...I suppose you can transfer the schematics at your leisure then, either in person or commlink, although make sure to use this one *ping! it's his business one, super special sparkly* Chillsins 12:31 am *Consider it transferred.* I'm sure you'll let me know if my assistance is needed in acquiring the nucleon. mauther 12:32 am Certainly. FakeProwl 12:32 am @Tarantulas «Tell me your thoughts about the schematics once you receive them and have time to review them.» mauther 12:32 am *consider tarantulas already getting lost in the files in his head* *absentminded ping to prowl* Chillsins 12:33 am *Tarantulas might notice the scale of the thing is once again silly, but that's to be expected at this point.* FakeProwl 12:33 am *oh. well. that was fast.* mauther 12:33 am *just a "yes" ping mostly* FakeProwl 12:34 am «............... Come over to share your thoughts. If you have time.» mauther 12:35 am *after a bit of zoning out, Tarantulas shakes his head* Would it be a faux pas to say it's been a pleasure doing business with you? I suppose, well. It is literal after all Chillsins 12:35 am *He snorts.* Not at all. mauther 12:36 am @Prowl: Soon - not sure how soon. This has been... quite the evening, to say the least. FakeProwl 12:37 am @Tarantulas «Well. I'm off work today. So. If it fits your schedule.» mauther 12:37 am I wasn't intending on lingering this long, but - *glances over at soundwave??* I'm glad I have, and I hope I haven't been imposing? NoodlesAtNight 12:38 am *Soundwave flicks a hand.* [[He would have insisted you move it elsewhere if you were.]] [[The company is enjoyable.]] Chillsins 12:38 am *We've seen what happens when Soundwave insists.* NoodlesAtNight 12:38 am *That was a little more extreme than usual, but... yes.* mauther 12:38 am @Prowl: /What/ schedule? Hyeh Chaoit 12:39 am -Yeah. Went from movie night to weapons deal- mauther 12:39 am Very well. In any case, I really ought to be going. *although he doesn't move an inch* FakeProwl 12:39 am @Tarantulas «I'm not going to pretend I know how your system works. NoodlesAtNight 12:39 am *Oh, that's not unusual at all, here. Nearly crushing Smokescreen to death and throwing him out a bridge is.* Chillsins 12:39 am (( Let's not forget attempted gun show for the titillation. )) mauther 12:40 am (( one day. one day Chillsins 12:40 am (( We wait with bated breath. )) *Windchill stretches, kind of sitting out this drum solo more than anything.* mauther 12:41 am *amused pet on the head for prowl* NoodlesAtNight 12:42 am *This human must have had such a good time carrying on like this...* Chaoit 12:42 am -Yeah. That...that was something- -A very worrying something- FakeProwl 12:42 am *he'll endure it.* NoodlesAtNight 12:42 am *Fortunately, it doesn't happen often. On either side.* Chaoit 12:43 am -That's good. For both sides- FakeProwl 12:44 am @Tarantulas «... I don't think I ever got a proper yes-or-no answer. Are you going to come over, or...?» NoodlesAtNight 12:44 am *Soundwave's plates ripple, then settle.* mauther 12:44 am @Prowl: Oh? Yes. Yes I will. At some point. I'll give you - some sort of heads up FakeProwl 12:45 am @Tarantulas «Today? Or at some vague point in the future?» Chillsins 12:46 am *He stretches again with a satisfied grunt, and gets up off his enormous butt.* mauther 12:46 am @Prowl: Today. After my next recharge, probably NoodlesAtNight 12:46 am *Nods a to-be-goodbye to Windchill.* FakeProwl 12:46 am @Tarantulas «Very well.» mauther 12:46 am *someone drag tarantulas out, he's being a bum* NoodlesAtNight 12:47 am *Not about to be the one to do it.* Chillsins 12:47 am I'm out, nerds. *Nerds is a compliment, okay.* NoodlesAtNight 12:47 am [[Farewell.]] mauther 12:47 am *duly accepted* Until next time, then FakeProwl 12:48 am *Prowl's gotta go home. and shower. and tell the Constructicons not to come upstairs when they get home.* Chillsins 12:48 am *He's off to do a little digging into that nucleon, just to get a head start. If Tarantulas doesn't need it, then he still knows.* Chaoit 12:48 am -stretches and stands- Chillsins 12:48 am *He waves.* NoodlesAtNight 12:48 am *Nods to Blaster too.* FakeProwl 12:48 am *prowl's trying not to get his hopes up but they are going to be alone and talking about science.* Chillsins 12:48 am Oh, by the way. mauther 12:48 am This message has been removed. Chillsins 12:49 am If I keel over and die, I'm blaming Ravage. And Whirl. That concoction was killer. NoodlesAtNight 12:49 am *Distant purr-rumbling from the bar* Chillsins 12:49 am *Good show, Ravage. He'll wave in your direction specifically.* NoodlesAtNight 12:51 am *Ravage closes his optics and rumbles more. Yes, good. Appreciate his learned talents.* Chaoit 12:51 am -waves to Soundwave on his way out- G'night. Thanks for the show. NoodlesAtNight 12:51 am [[You're welcome.]] mauther 12:51 am *eeeeventually tarantulas gets up. he really doesn't want to and you can tell by the way his limbs linger on and around prowl's avatar* Chillsins 12:52 am Anyway, see you guys next time. *This time he vanishes for REAL.* NoodlesAtNight 12:52 am *Can absolutely tell. But if Prowl's not been upset with that, all he'll do is watch. Tarantulas can't do anything much to hurt an avatar anyway.* FakeProwl 12:52 am *the sooner you leave, the sooner you can go visit the real thing* mauther 12:52 am *truth* FakeProwl 12:52 am *that said: somehow, prowl doesn't notice the lingering.* mauther 12:53 am (( cro omg NoodlesAtNight 12:53 am ((obviously half of this stuff isn't ic chosen)) mauther 12:53 am (( ofc xD ahh. do you two mind if i and/or we ftb here cos im about to pass out NoodlesAtNight 12:54 am ((np)) FakeProwl 12:54 am ((yeh i assume tara's leaving now)) mauther 12:54 am (( mhmm, shoulda been gone FakeProwl 12:54 am ((gnight! good to see you here)) mauther 12:54 am (( <3 twas definitely fun NoodlesAtNight 12:54 am ((yep!)) FakeProwl 12:55 am *well, if tarantulas is gone. prowl's gonna relocate briefly back to the couch next to soundwave.* NoodlesAtNight 12:55 am (txt): Greetings again. Pleasant evening? FakeProwl 12:57 am Pleasant enough. NoodlesAtNight 12:58 am (txt): Good. Improvement. (txt): Deal also interesting. Will deliver record copy. FakeProwl 12:59 am @Soundwave «I recorded it too, but thank you.» NoodlesAtNight 1:00 am *Bobs his head. Very good.* NoodlesAtNight 1:02 am *Motions for Prowl to come closer for a second.* FakeProwl 1:03 am *don't need to tell him twice* NoodlesAtNight 1:05 am *Excellent. Visor lifts up enough to bare his mouth (but not his optics again, not for something so quick) and let him give the side of the avatar's helm a vaguely linger-y kiss.* (txt): Rapid recovery medicine. (txt): Delayed treatment. *And down it goes again.* FakeProwl 1:07 am *oh. leans into it for as long as it lasts.* ... Appreciated. NoodlesAtNight 1:08 am *Small nod.* NoodlesAtNight 1:10 am (txt): Maintain safety levels, gather necessary rest. Questions, Constructicon medical assistance appreciation package sent soon. FakeProwl 1:11 am I will. ... If Smokescreen decides to go talk to his good friend Nickel about this evening, and she talks to her little friends... I doubt I can do much for you that you can't do for yourself. You can bridge, after all. But—we do have some experience protecting defectors from the DJD. NoodlesAtNight 1:15 am *His shoulders pull forward and tense, as if he's already preparing to fend off an attack.* (txt): Some precautions in place. Other options preferred. Experience offer... *Please hold. He's trying to work out how to take all the bundle and word it.* NoodlesAtNight 1:17 am *In the end he settles for slowly tapping the big glowing spot on his chest a grand total of twice.* (txt): Deep gratitude. FakeProwl 1:19 am *thin smile* I hope I can offer enough to be worth it. I hope even more that I won't have to. NoodlesAtNight 1:20 am (txt): Belief this one's deployers worth sparing: enough. Second hope given agreement. Existing encounter: sufficient. FakeProwl 1:23 am *small nod* FakeProwl 1:24 am *... well. prowl HAD been planning on telling soundwave before he left that there's a decently high chance he'll be having Danger Sex tonight. But he feels like maybe that's, mm... inappropriate for the current tone of their conversation?* NoodlesAtNight 1:25 am *He would be more displeased NOT to know* *Danger is Danger, be it DJD or Spide* FakeProwl 1:25 am *he decides he'll comm soundwave if it becomes imminent.* I suppose I should get going. NoodlesAtNight 1:26 am (txt): Acknowledgment: reluctant. Next opportunity awaited. *Slowly rises and nods.* FakeProwl 1:27 am *nods back.* I'll see you next time. NoodlesAtNight 1:28 am (txt): Next time. *Goes to fiddle with the speakers and load up... er, something. He needs a distraction after this evening for several reasons and by Primus he will have one.* FakeProwl 1:28 am *flickers and disappears*

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