June 24, 2008 - Part 1 of 2

Jeffery: *tumbles out of the fridge* *....(%(&/(gjhgf >.<*
Leisergeist: *ruffles a bit, stretching out and nearly falling off her rafter*
Jeffery: *keeps on with the cursing for a moment or two. Then gets himself up onto his feet. Taking a look out of the kitchen* *...damn, one of the robots. One of the smaller ones though, however little that means*
Leisergeist: *rights herself and settles back down, not noticing Jeffery >>*
Jeffery: *if you don't see me, I don't see you, deal?* *considers a beer*
Scamper: *one of the smaller ones? her? hah! 8D*
Jeffery: *haven't even seen you. Whoever you are 8D*
Scamper: *I'll add you to my harem some day :3 for now... hiding!*
Jeffery: *....thank you very much, but no* *got a robot phobia*
Leisergeist: *trills sleepily, letting her wings droop as she leans against the wall*
Scamper: *you'll change my mind when you see my adorable ears, then you shall scratch them! 8D*
Jeffery: *nothing about you lot is adorable.* *that canine isn't too bad. But adorable, no.*
Scamper: *I'm totally adorable! 8D*
Jeffery: *gets that beer, and sits down. With a glance at Leiser*
Leisergeist: *glances down at him*
Jeffery: *looks away. Why no, he's not hunching a bit* *>.<*
Leisergeist: *hunkers down, glad that he's not staring >_<*
Jeffery: *drums his fingers against the table. And....it seems like he got a bit too close to an egg when exiting that fridge* *grimaces* *stands up, and sneaks to the kitchen again to do something about that*
Leisergeist: *little mechanical yawn*
Jeffery: *comes back out, returning to where he was sitting*
Leisergeist: *cheeps*
Jeffery: *looks in the direction of the flier, but not really at her. Just making sure that she's not coming closer* ...is it anything?
Leisergeist: *...tiny cheep* *hunkers down further x_o*
Jeffery: *...really nervous, are you?* *looks familiar somehow >.<* no talking then.
Leisergeist: *chirrs*
Jeffery: *is curious... But no, not going to ask..* *drinks some more of that beer*
Leisergeist: *somehow doubts that you'd give a flying flip even if she wanted to tell you >_>*
Jeffery: *hmmm, yeah you may be right. Never know though*
Leisergeist: *is just gonna stay on her perch a while, then slip back out when no one's looking >>*
Swifthunt: *stalks in.... well, mostly empty, at least* *heads to his usual booth and has a cube roomba'd over*
Jeffery: *....damn*
Swifthunt: *hey, you're in your spot, I'm in mine, we're all fine here, human*
Diane: *Falls ass over teakettle out of a cabinet, scruffy in shorts and a tank top, hair tied back with a bandanna, a screwdriver--yes, the infamous one--in her hand*
Jeffery: *that little distance doesn't really matter. Not fond of any of you*
Swifthunt: *was about to get his datapad out, pauses with a rumble at the sound of someone tumbling, and looks up*
Jeffery: *blinks at Diane. Damned place got a odd sense of humor -__-*
Diane: *Looks around, flat on her back, feet still in the cabinet* Oh you god damn son of a bitch. *Shakes fist at the Bar as a whole*
Jeffery: *bah, better than coming out of the fridge* *hunches over his beer*
Ghost Strike: *well, that doesn't sound promising* *optics come back online, systems re-activate, and slooowly slithers out of the stone oven to peek from the kitchen door and see what's going on*
Diane: *Hauls herself the rest of the way out of the cabinet, still on the floor*
Ghost Strike: *slithers further out and rears minutely, dusty, sooty, cobweb-y cobra-drone*
Diane: ...hi Ghost.
Swifthunt: *quick scan for ID, and wings twitch restlessly before returning his attention to his datapad*
Jeffery: *robot dogs, robot giant scorpions, now they got snakes too..*
Ghost Strike: *moves closer and dips low so she can grab onto him to get upright* Isss.fine? *puff of soot and a teeny-tiny spider go flying into the air at the words*
Ghost Strike: *30-foot long giant snakes, to boot! 8D*
Jeffery: *.......* *moves his head slightly. Possibly something supposed to be a nod in Diane's direction*
Diane: I'm fine. *Heaves herself up with Ghost's help* Just a leak under the sink. And I'll be damned if I'll call maintenance for that.
Ghost Strike: *is metal-cold, having been dormant for a while, and dips his head to level an optic on her, another on Jeffery*
Diane: They suck and I'm tired of them staring down my shirt. *Absently brushes the grit and dirt off her friend*
Ghost Strike: *"coughs" another puff of dust from vents on the back of his head, and tries to warm himself up a bit for her* No.good? Can... make.good.
Diane: Make it good how? *Frowns, so used to his stilted speech, getting a towel from the still-open cabinet*
Ghost Strike: *offers that strangled, low coughing sound that might or might not be humor* Give.sssome.thing.elssse.to.worry. Not.shirt. *yawns hugely, unfolding each fang, then the hypodermic array in his throat, and clicks his jaws shut*
Diane: No, no, no. *Tries to hold a straight face, and fails, laughing* Nooooahaha!
Ghost Strike: *butts her lightly with his sooty head, sharing the amusement*
Diane: *Hugs him, dirt be damned--that's what old clothes are for*
Ghost Strike: *............holds very still, won't ever admit he missed the hug-thing <_<;* *is old and has his dignity!*
Diane: *Lets him go, mopping the dirt and ash off* Where the devil have you been to get so filthy?
Ghost Strike: Sssame.place. Not.do.much. *head dips for a moment* Sssleep. Or... Like.win.ter.sssleep.
Diane: Oh, hibernating. I see! Do you actually hibernate, or is it something that your systems mimic? Like extended stasis?
Ghost Strike: *dips his head, thinking, and thinking of the words to say it* Shut.down.mossst.things. Keep.sssen.sssors. More.like.... comp.puter.with.no.pow'r. Ssstill.there.but.not.
Diane: Hrm... interesting. I'll have to bother Stress about the details of that.
Ghost Strike: *dips his head low at the mention of the medic ><*
Diane: *Mommy mode: ON* Ghost, are you hiding something from Stress? And me?
Ghost Strike: *ORGH* No. Isss.old. Not.like.Botmed.dic. *aka my joints are acting up in the damp and if the Rover comes anywhere near me I'll eat him*
Diane: Then go see Sparkshield. Warbird did appoint a CMO for a reason, not to be ignored.
Ghost Strike: Not.know.her. Not.sssee.her. It.passs.with.wet.gone. All.waysss.
Diane: *Has heard that song and dance from the Turkeybird too, and look what it got him--fine, frisky, and laid*
Wildfire: *Is awake..............and ya know what, rocks through the middle leave you soooooooooooooore T_T *
Ghost Strike: *is fortunately a drone and cannot be so easily bribed as the bossbot*
Diane: *Frowns at him severely* Well, then I'll have to introduce you to her. You would give me hell if I was letting arthritis drive me batty, and I wasn't seeing a doctor about it.
Ghost Strike: *grumbles at her* Isss. diff'.rent!
Diane: How?
Ghost Strike: ................ Isss.
Diane: Not a reason.
Ghost Strike: >< Isss.fine. Jussst.old.
Diane: Medics are trained to help with the aches and pains of old age. *Crosses arms* This condition doesn't leave you at your best, does it?
Stress Proof: *has some quiet, surprisingly soothing music playing in the medbay, mostly flutes*
Ghost Strike: *puffs up* Am.all.waysss.r'dy. Pain.isss.no.thing.
Diane: Nothing but a distraction and impediment.
Wildfire: *Blessssssssss you <3333 *
Ghost Strike: Not.disss.trcck- *clicks the PRIMUSDAMNED cheap-ass vox and mentally KICKS it* Not.disss.tract.ted. Not.firssst.time. Not.lassst.time. Jussst.old!
Diane: I dislike seeing you in pain or discomfort, especially if it's something so damned easy to fix!
Ghost Strike: *grumblemutter hides his head under a heap of coils* *you can't seeeee me*
Sunburn: *no need to flee the medbay at the current time then...*
Wildfire: *would cling to you if you did >< *
Stress Proof: *is also discreetly retired to his little office to let the two of you alone, so to speak*
Sunburn: *<3* *just some sacrifices that shouldn't be asked of a poor Seeker*
Diane: Hmph. *Stalks over to the bar in her bare feet to get a pop or something*
Wildfire: *Tries to boost her self up on her armsACKNONO doesn't ><;;;; Staying down it is* I'm sorry.
Swifthunt: *looks up, and nods his usual curt greeting at the female from his booth* Diane.
Diane: *Nods to the mech* Good to see you out. *Vanishes into the kitchen*
Sunburn: *tilts his head* I am going to tie you to the berth
Ghost Strike: *blaaaaaaaaaargh, slinks into a cabinet and produces LOUD crunching sounds from inside it*
Subwoofer: *bounces in, promptly taking a dramatic pose* THIS. IS. SPARTAAAAAAAA!
Subwoofer: *promptly goes into playing [link] *
Wildfire: Funny, that's the second time I've been threatened with that.
Sunburn: you should take it under advice then *grins slightly*
Wildfire: I'm not moving. I'm staying right here........for three days. T___T
Swifthunt: *looks up... wonderful, another run-amok sparkling -_-*
Subwoofer: *cackles, promptly cutting out the music, then shoots beneath a couch* Spartaaaaaaa
Sunburn: *kneadknead somewhere on a shoulder that doesn't seem to have been dented/scraped too much* well, it's not like I have so many duties. I seem to recall a messenger mentioning something about poker games too
Wildfire: *cheeps and relaxes slowly* Too bad I can't make the stakes vastly interesting. *grins and effects a sigh looking over at the sleeping Dart* I really am sorry this happened. I didn't think he was that exhausted or that the weather had worn so much on the environment. *Still getting used to this planet's geology and how fragile it is at times*
Sunburn: I wouldn't think the stakes are going to be the most important *rests his chin in his free hand, glancing at the door for a moment* accidents happen, but... *flicks her head a few times, along with a brief LOOK*
Wildfire: *Sheepish* Three days on here. A full earthen week on the ground. A small price to pay for being lax in my attentions...*quietly* The Prime wants me to stay away from the canyon...a request I cannot fully cooperate with....
Penna: *those two are boring currently, and she can keep an eye on the dragon lady just as well from inside that little office* *peckpeck?*
Stress Proof: *fine, fine, you can come in* *opens the door just enough to see the raven-drone and let her in*
Penna: thank you 8D *will behave though, and not go poking into everything. Mostly*
Stress Proof: *well, that'd be most appreciated, as has treats for his regular visitors* No mischief to get into out there, hm?
Sunburn: *rumbles quietly* far from easy that, no matter the reasons *sure he's tempted to shout, but that will have to wait* Hrrrm, certainly he will be willing to talk about it..
Penna: *treats...you say?* it's quiet *peers with a gleaming optic* Curious too, with what partner is learning
Wildfire: *folds her hand over each other and places her head on her hands* *murmurs* You don't have to stay if you wish. Just knowing you were here is enough. *slight grin* Go out, I know you don't like the medbay.
Stress Proof: I would hope it's quiet. They need to be entertained, but motionless, so the repairs will settle faster. And you are, hm? I hear he's asked our redoubtable and occasionally irate CMO to teach him.
Sunburn: *kneeead* I'm fine with it, even if I can assure you that I won't be hanging over you till you can walk out of here *grins* *that's true, but he sure can manage some hours before going scrambling at the walls*
Penna: *keeps on talking with/pestering the medic*
Quickdart: *wakes up*
Wildfire: *chuckles, hesitantly stretching her rotor-OW NO, WON'T DO THAT >< * Mmm. I should be thankful it's just a week...
Quickdart: *looks over at WF and Sunburn*
Sunburn: you're lucky in that regard at least *peers over at 'Dart, then tilts his head at the other Flier*
Quickdart: Heeeey Sunburn
Sunburn: hello Quickdart
Quickdart: *looks at WF* We've been ordered by the Prime to never go in that canyon again or he will get Stress to leash us ...don't know if you heard...
Wildfire: *nods* Of course. *wasn't entirely asleep during*
Nightfall: *mind the word THAT canyon?*
Quickdart: *sighs... and how much more time till he can get up?.....* *exactly Nightfall*
Wildfire: *Loopholes abound, but it's not about that. It's about feeling at home in THAT canyon. Which she will not stay away from. Forget the flying, but she won't leave the one place that feels like home.*
Nightfall: *ask, and he'll back her up on that*
Quickdart: *sits up and inspects his wing, much like a little kid inspecting a scab* <<Wildfire, just so you know... I'm gonna hang out in medbay till they let you get out of the berth again. I don't have anywhere else to go anyway>>
Wildfire: *snorts* <<Fliers always have places to go. Don't make yourself miserable on my account. You have a pretty lil’ femme to entertain and a few days on the ground won't ruin me. As I've said, I've spent longer time down and I doubt I get lonely in here with the bagpipe expert in there.>>
Mayday: *is sitting on top of the Perdition, glaring out into the woods... the beady black eyes of a squirrel glaring back* *clutches a hastily cobbled together 'weapon' and narrows his optics* I will end you. *dares it to make a hop towards his ship, dares it*
Quickdart: *snorts* <<Still Wildfire, this was partly my fault... and besides it will only be an extra day.>>
Sunburn: *is a stubborn Seeker(bit of worry too), and you should have more company than a music-mangling medic*
Quickdart: *exactly*
Squirrel: *rawr!*
Quickdart: <<Trust me Wildfire, it is the least I can do.>>
Wildfire: *....sighhhhh* *reaches around to nab Sun's hand...for comfort*
Squirrel: *me and mine nabbed a nutty copter. Sure can manage the same with you. Mighty ship and all..* *waatching youuu with those beady black eyes*
Wildfire: *So that's where Nightfall went.......oO *
Squirrel: *for the secret agenda of the squirrel freehold!*
Sunburn: *hums, sending for no-grade for them all*
Quickdart: Well I suppose it could be worse... at least the medics didn't take our wings and rotors away for years?
Wildfire: ......My rotor is cracked, it wouldn't matter anyway. ><;
Quickdart: ...it isn't damaged for years is it?!
Mayday: *just try it you hairy-tailed rat! >(* *cocks his 'gun'*
Wildfire: *amused lil chortle* Of course not. I heal much faster than that.
Quickdart: Well there you go *grins*
Squirrel: *twitchy tail* *gonna geeeet you. Got to lower your guard, or sleep. Eventually 8D*
Mayday: *haha, silly organic, I need less sleep than you! >D*
Sunburn: if it had been that bad, it would have been replaced *strokes her hand with a talon*
Squirrel: *who's saying that I don't have backup? Huh? Huh?*
Quickdart: So.... I'm a grounder for the next few days... ><
Wildfire: *grins* That's the good thing about this planet, plenty of Sikorsky parts to ah...accommodate if need be.
Sunburn: *plenty. Not too strange for parts of one to go missing should it have been necessary*
Mayday: *who's saying that I don't have a ship with an SI that's always awake and a repulsor than can knock asteroids off course?*
Sunburn: *no need for that now though*
Quickdart: *you sound almost like you wanted to go raiding for parts Sunburn*
Squirrel: *surveillance says that you leave it on occasion :3*
Wildfire: *Will just have to make up for grounded time later X3 *
Quickdart: *looks away, as if bored* *WF encrypted* <<You know... we still need to find a chance for our prank>>
Mayday: *yeah, but then I'm awake and she's good on her own... and this baby ain't leaving my side! mmm... homemade 'gun'...*
Wildfire: *Dart* <<When I can move without agony lacing through my middle, of course. ^_^ >>
Sunburn: *would do if he had to. At least the human leadership of this country seems to be accommodating*
Quickdart: <<Good to know it is still on ^^>>
Squirrel: *beeeeady black eyes*
Wildfire: So what has been going on out there? I haven't been paying attention all that well.
Mayday: *twitchy optics of fury!*
Squirrel: *MOCKS you with her twitchy tail* *can sense the fear*
Sunburn: depends on what you want to know, it has been quiet for the most part, I believe
Wildfire: Should there be anything I need to know? And yes, it has been very tame. Which is good I suppose.
Sunburn: I don't think... Unless your messenger friend hasn't said anything…
Wildfire: I was a...bit groggy when he was in. *shrugs.........OW ><; *
Quickdart: *looks over at WF* *guuuuuiiiiilllttttt*
Wildfire: *Stuff your guilt -_-;; Move past it.*
Sunburn: lay still *you're as bad as him when it comes to moving* He's training with Ratchet, apparently
Wildfire: Oh? Huh, seems to suit him. And I am laying still! >.>
Quickdart: *hmmm wonders how Mayday is doing* <<Mayday? How's it going?>>
Sunburn: hmm... I don't really know him well enough to say.
Wildfire: Him working with Ratchet should be a riot. *snerks*
Mayday: *SHRIEKS and almost drops his 'weapon'* <<Oh! Um, hey, everything's fine.>>
Squirrel: *ha, distraction! Is one tree closer now*
Sunburn: I can imagine that it might be interesting. Though, a flier medic has some advantages.
Quickdart: <<Good to hear. Whatcha up to?>>
Mayday: *hah! take that!* *fires off a bunch of small spheres at the squirrel which... disintegrate on impact, releasing some sort of brightly colored dye and an obnoxious odor* <<WAR! Er... nothin' much.>>
Quickdart: <<...... war?>>
Mayday: <<I said nothing much!>> *o3o;*
Squirrel: *you're damn right it's WAR. WAAAR!* *chitters irately and disappears*
Quickdart: *blinksblinksblinks* <<Ah okay then >.> >>
Jeffery: *to his own annoyance. Finds that he's fallen asleep in the damned bar, again*
Mayday: <<HAHA! Take that you disease ridden hairclog- er. How are you?>>
Quickdart: <<I'm... in the medbay?>>
Mayday: *mental heart attack* <<ARE YOU SICK?!>>
Quickdart: <<No! I'm injured.>>
Mayday: *INFINITE RELIEF* <<Oh, okay. That's good. Er, well not GOOD but not... bad? As bad. Not horrible. Right.>>
Quickdart: <<...Well I'm grounded for a few days?>>
Mayday: <<Few days... few days? *considers the timespan, then nods* Few days isn't so bad.>>
Quickdart: <<....I hope not... see.... with us fliers and Seekers... we get rather.... anxious when grounded for a while...>>
Mayday: *blinkblink* <<...and obviously I have absolutely no experience with what it's like to be grounded at all. *mildly irked*>>
Wildfire: *sorta snoozing sort of in a pain induced lethargy*
Quickdart: <<No! I don't mean that... sorry >< You know what it feels like not to get to fly.... that's why I am talking to you about it!>>
Mayday: <<Mm. Like I say, few days isn't so bad. *brain is set on a timescale used to interstellar travel*>>
Quickdart: *drinks from the untouched cube that Sun had brought in*
Sunburn: *pushes the chair slightly back, so he can lean against the wall. Partially shuttering both optics for a very light recharge*
Quickdart: *continues inspecting his wing*
Mayday: <<So, uh... did you, um, want... what? Something! *scratches his head, and fumbles his 'gun', setting it off and shooting pellets of stinky dye in every direction* *yipe!*>>
Quickdart: <<Nah that's okay.>> *is itching to get off the berth. But medics said no....*
Chirapsio: *sticks head into the medbay, medicsense... tingling..*
Mayday: <<Oh, um, okay.>> *peers down over the edge of the ship at the stink-dye splattered ground and trees* o_o;
Quickdart: *slaggit* Hey Chiro
Wildfire: *reaches for the cube Sun had sent for her*
Quickdart: *well there goes that idea ><*
Sunburn: *practices his ability to fall asleep wherever he's sitting down*
Wildfire: *gentle grin at the sleeping Sun*
Chirapsio: *...eyes the big jet. Ohey, Autobot jet, all is right with the world* How is everyone feeling?
Quickdart: All right I suppose. A bit... itchy.
Wildfire: *Feels like hell and her middle is killing her DX * ^_^ I'm alright.
Chirapsio: You lie well.
Mayday: *tries to figure out if he's supposed to visit Dart or not... forgot all his friend etiquette years ago, dammit! DX*
Nightfall: *arrives at the bar...although he has a vague feeling of that he ought to avoid the squirrels there* *and trots on inside*
Wildfire: .........stretch the truth a lil’ bit?
Chirapsio: *>8/*
Wildfire: ...........eh heh. oo;
Quickdart: *looks at Chiro's expression and then looks at WF* Do what the nice medic says
Wildfire: I am! I haven't moved.
Chirapsio: I didn't tell her to do anything. ^_^ *enigmatic puzzlechilla is enigmatic*
Wildfire: *You are an evil lil’ bot*
Nightfall: *wave from the open door?*
Chirapsio: *I have to be 83*
Quickdart: *he isn't so bad. And the asterisk conversations with him are fun*
Wildfire: *tries to boost herself up on her elbows to see the room better. ><;;;;;;;;; just bites down teh arghghghggh hurty noise from her middle*
Quickdart: *winces*
Nightfall: <<*tsks at you copter lady* hey there>>
Chirapsio: .......*DISAPPROVING CHINCHILLA LOOK OF I WILL END YOU*
Mayday: *...slag, better not in case Dart doesn't want to be bothered* *twiddles his fingers*
Wildfire: *ohgoditburns.......all of it, her middle his look adklhghdgdhgg*
Quickdart: *here I'll leave you two alone....* *can sneak out now plz?*
Wildfire: <<Hel-lo...Nightfall>>
Chirapsio: *I WILL send Stress after you if you bolt, Seeker* *grabs a piece of padding from another berth and folds it up, stuffing it gently behind WF's back to help her sit up*
Quickdart: *><*
Nightfall: *grins* <<I came by earlier, just didn't want to crowd. Lots of running about>> *at least the copter lady is a better patient than him. Less having to be restrained due to escape attempts, or panicking, in worse cases*
Quickdart: *escape attempts Nightfall? DETAILS!* *Nightfall help me with escape attempt?*
Wildfire: *nods* <<I was almost awake when you were here.>>
Chirapsio: *leaps up onto the berth without the padding on it and crouches*
Quickdart: *looks at Chiro O.o*
Nightfall: *lost count long ago. The copter lady will sure have a few stories though* *raises a finger* <<but not very sentient. Thought that I should see about some distractions>>
Mayday: *taptaptaps his toes against the hull of the Perdition* ... Hm. <<*datasent to Dart* This is a small manual of all the basic tools of the mechanic's trade, their uses, and a short overview of how to use them. Since you, uh, said you might want to learn-?>> *hunches nervously... even though no one can see him* *eyetwitch*
Wildfire: *My lips are seaaaaaaled.......not that I have any oO* <<For now I don't need any. Everyone should stop fussing.>> *the pain is a nice distraction T_T *
Quickdart: *blinks at the files sent* <<Thank you Mayday ^^>> *distractions are good* *delves into them*
Mayday: <<Eheh, no problem. Then there's the more advanced and specialized tools, and modifications, and how to build them yourself, and- *rambles off into technobabble and fangasming over tools*>>
Nightfall: <<hey, I would never fuss. I'm just here to annoy the medics>>
Quickdart: *chuckles softly*
Wildfire: *snerks* <<The cute lil’ medic is right over there. And Stress is hiding in his office.>>
Chirapsio: *dun annoy me D:*
Quickdart: *looks over at Chiro* Hey thanks for fixing my leg and my wing. You forgot your geodes though
Chirapsio: I only live right down the hall, and providing my roommate doesn't eat me in my sleep, that is where I will always be. ^_^
Quickdart: ....who is your roommate?
Mayday: <<*is off on a tale about the most awesome multi-purpose tool he ever laid eyes upon that was owned by this one spaceport mechanic and oh how he wishes to someday replicate it...*>>
Wildfire: .........*snickers*
Chirapsio: I will give you three guesses. 83
Quickdart: ...let's see... you said eat you.... ummmm Barricade McToothyFace?
Wildfire: You've met him Dart. He's grumpy, grumpy, and ah, grumpy.
Chirapsio: Got it in one. ^_____^
Quickdart: ....wow... poor you *winces*
Nightfall: <<Penna called dibs on the office dweller>> *and in he goes* *is afraid he's the kind of flier who gets fidgety in enclosed spaces, particularly those with no rafters. Thus the trotting, escape attempts (when confined) and perching on vacant berths etc*
Chirapsio: And you forgot one, Wildfire. Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy, and chompy.
Wildfire: He's a kitten I'm sure. *dry tone is overly dry*
Quickdart: *WINCES* So how did he become your roommate Chiro? You are... the complete opposite of him
Chirapsio: I decided to room with him. o.o; *shrugs*
Quickdart: You are a very brave mech
Wildfire: I'd spend a night for 100 bucks and unlimited ammo.................and a cement wall thicker than my arm is long. OO;
Nightfall: no shortage of such that may seen odd to others
Chirapsio: Aw, he's not so bad. ^_^
Wildfire: Hrmm. He has no love for me or my kind. XD;
Chirapsio: ....I wouldn't say that. XD <_< *twitches and wags tail a little*
Quickdart: ....wait what? O.o
Wildfire: oO *arugghghhg cannae reach Sun from here >< *
Nightfall: *snickers*
Chirapsio: Have you noticed that everyone he tends to hang out with actively are Autobots? *innocent look*
Quickdart: ...........Huh....
Sunburn: *zzzzzzsorry <3*
Wildfire: No surprise. Most I used to be around were Decepticons. *reaaaaaaaaches for him*
Chirapsio: Yes, well -- Wildfire please don't fall off of the berth. >_<;
Sunburn: *murmurs something, and leans sideways against the berth instead*
Wildfire: 8D *Hey, doesn't have to* *touchatouchkneads*
Sunburn: *don't come and say that he's entirely unaware when recharging* *zzzzkneadkneadzzzzzz*
Wildfire: ^__^ *just wanted to be close to him*
Nightfall: *got a raven drone lurking about, and talk with certain cellphones often enough. So who knows what he sees/hears in the bar*
Quickdart: So Chiro, sorry you are stuck with us
Chirapsio: *shrugs* I have been stuck with worse. ^_^
Wildfire: That's comforting. *kneadkneadknead*
Chirapsio: *shrugs* It takes not much to please me. ^___^
Quickdart: *chuckles*
Nightfall: *flares his rotors. Hey, multitasking: one datapad in each hand*
Mayday: *...needs to make more ammo* *scans the surrounding woods for squirrels, then ducks down into the Perdition*
Squirrel: *is underground, so there 8P*
Mayday: *I'mma cut you, bitch! >(*
Traipse: *still sunbathing, and hoping Sun isn't in need of rescuing, because The Lazy's got him by the neck struts* Zzzzzzzzo_-
Quickdart: *and is boooooored* *><*
Sunburn: *sleep-kneading a dragon lady actually* *may be open to get tempted away in a bit though*
Mayday: *READ MOAR! D: a great mechanic has all his tools memorized!*
Wildfire: *Oh sure, take away my one comfort* *emotear*
Squirrel: *grrrr. Beeeady black eyes*
Quickdart: *okay okay sensei!* *goes through the files*
Nightfall: *got things to plot, don't we, copter lady? Got to make sure the medics stay ann...entertained too*
Mayday: *...and then once I have initiated you into the order of the Wrench, you shall help me eliminate our greatest foe... the squirrels*
Chirapsio: *will replace comfort with cute? And I knead better?*
Quickdart: *....wait what? O.o There is an order? Do I get a robe?*
Squirrel: *we're rodents, remember? Wiiiires*
Wildfire: *........likes where this is going*
Mayday: *you get a hat! do you have any idea how much fabric it'd take to cape a jet?*
Stress Proof: *I'm sorry to say you're failing in annoying this medic, for I like visitors, and don't mind the chatty ones ^___^*
Penna: *preens you for that* *is a curious drone. But cannot always find those who actually Know something, and who don't mind talking*
Chirapsio: *twitches toes*
Stress Proof: *doesn't mind a bit, as long as you're not bored* *is well aware not everyone shares a medic's fascination with random internal bits ^__^*
Wildfire: *Drowsy lil cheep*
Penna: is interesting, but some is complex. That?
Sunburn: *cheeps back, and is too asleep to notice, or mind*
Stress Proof: *good things the surgical berths are big* Complex, yes, and that's not the worse of it. I'm old as the bottom of a smelter, and I'm still learning.
Wildfire: *Finally falls off into a painful rest*
Quickdart: *looks at Chiro's twitchy toes*
Penna: young enough. As long one wants to learn? *hops, studying another set of objects* Partner does, he's just not good concentrating on one thing. Not bad at, but always lots of things. Should see room
Scamper: *is up in the rafters, eyeing the bouquet he still has clasped in his tail* *aw, his flowers died*
Sunburn: *stretches slightly, waking a bit*
Wildfire: zzzzzzz
Chirapsio: *is twitching*
Stress Proof: That's the way to think! *have some more treats and a bit of fine wire curled into a little rodent* Ah, everyone has their little quirks. It makes them alive, not bad mechs.
Scamper: *glances around the bar, no-one here?*
Jeffery: *left earlier, robot*
Swifthunt: *what are you, blind?*
Scamper: *no, you just count as nobody! 8D* *... <_< >_> aw, who cares if anyone is around! proceeds to rocket around the room in a high-speed gymnastics display, occasionally transforming to zip around chairs and table legs*
Penna: thank you *takes it carefully to look at* *hmmm...little wood figurine of a cat in return?* dull otherwise. Just some have big, not small, quirks. *optic blink, gleams' like singing
Stilt Walker: *ambles in, body jerking slightly*
Stress Proof: *chuckles softly at that* Or playing the bagpipes.
Scamper: *ziiiiiiiiiips by under Stilt* Woowoowoooo!
Stilt Walker: *nearly goes into a straight vertical leap**twists head down to staaare at scamper*
Chirapsio: *trills and slips out and back into the backrooms*
Scamper: *is transformed and up a wall already* *hangs down from a rafter and waves* Wellhithere!
Stilt Walker: *is twisting to quickly watch him, rising up on his hind stilts to watch scamper* greetings.
Penna: yeeesss *inspects a hand in preparation for preening* Nothing wrong with sound like wailing animal on the last. But is still music, only not earlier
Scamper: *back up onto the beam and scooting along* Whoareyouhuh? I'mScampertheMagnificent, themostawesomeBotonthisplanet! 8D
Swifthunt: *isn't even determining the little spaz*
Stress Proof: *not the hands, I'm afraid, but you can preen anything else* *fluffs up* Perhaps I need a wee bit more practice <_<;
Stilt Walker: *is following Scamper curiously, amble crawling along after him* Stilt Walker is Stilt Walker
Scamper: Hahayournamemakesalotofsense! Stiltwalkerwalksonstilts,right? IguessmynamefitslikethattoobecauseI'mScamperandI scamper.
Stilt Walker: *rotates his head curiously* Stilt supposes that is true.
Penna: *that's alright, too much in a medic's hands?* *perching at your head and preening that then?* tsssssk, can do better, I think. Was for the copter lady and the other one.
Sunburn: *shifts to lean a bit more comfortably on the berth*
Stress Proof: *way too much, aye* Of course it was for them, they asked me to play! *beams in innocence*
Scamper: *darts right up to Stilt, peering him in the face* I'dgiveyouaflowerbutthey'reallkindofdeadbynow. *shows off his wilted bouquet*
Wildfire: *end up curling toward Sun, hissing in pain in her rest*
Penna: *cheeep, and snickers* could see that. *nips lightly at an audio fin, or something* Just to torment *optic gleeeam*
Sunburn: *unshutters optics briefly. Then humms, holding carefully. But also making sure that too much moving and disturbing the repairs can't be done*
Nightfall: *slips out quietly, should be back soon enough though. Just so much to do*
Ezra'il: *lands outside and ducks under the door*
Scamper: *leans closer and clooooser towards Stilt O_O*
Traipse: *oh, saw you, thunderchopper, SAW you* <<Ezra'il.>>
Stress Proof: I told them I'd been practicing. I guess it's apparent now I need more practice. In private. With no one getting hurt :3
Ezra'il: *O_O I HAVE BEEN HAD* ........ >_< ... <<...Hello, Traipse...>>
Penna: *nipnip, and preen* but is fun seeing their faces?
Traipse: <<You haven't spoken to her, have you.>> *perches over the roof's edge and peeks upside-down at the chopper*
Stress Proof: Those, I take no responsibility for :3 *pokes her lightly with a treat*
Ezra'il: *turns to peer at him* <<.... Yes I have. *DX*>>
Blackjack: *drives up to the bar, black no more, is covered in mud*
Penna: oh nooo, you don't *poof, and no more treat?* Tell more?
Traipse: <<Not with that face, you didn't. *very gently* Perhaps you might want to reconsider your reticence, Ezra'il. I imagine she's resting comfortably, and safely, but I'm sure she'd like to see a friendly face.>>
Stilt Walker: *jumps backwards slightly, having scamper right in front of his face**clicks jaws together, peering at the wilted flowers in curiosity*
Wildfire: *Resting safely? Sure, Comfortably? HA HA HA NO*
Traipse: *tilts his head minutely* Been busy, BJ XD
Ezra'il: <<.........What do you mean?>>
Scamper: *scampers in closer again and peeeers* Wellyoucouldhavethemanywayifyouwanted! *grins*
Stress Proof: No more to tell, I assure you. I'm a medic, not a musician. :3 *pets lightly*
Blackjack: Just a bit. 8D How are you?
Traipse: <<She's in the medbay.>> Ah, lazy. I've gotten everything on Stream's list and then some.
Penna: *cheeps, blinks. Scritchings are very acceptable too* medic things then? Or anything?
Quickdart: *sighs and looks around* Did I miss anything?
Stilt Walker: no...thank you Oo *staares and rotates his head, perching precariously on the rafter*
Stream: *have set to expanding the garden, and adding another greenhouse. Couldn't be happier though, so thank you, Seeker*
Blackjack: Yeah? Good to have a bit of a break then. I have to go bathe, excuse me.
Scamper: *laughs and circles around one of Stilt's stilts*
Ezra'il: *......D: FLAILS off towards the medbay*
Stilt Walker: *taps it against the rafter slightly, watching Scamper out of curiosity*
Scamper: *gives a small whoop and attempts to glomp onto the stilt* :3
Traipse: *leaps down and follows after the thunderchoppah, wondering if the medbay ate Sun*
Stilt Walker: *OO!**rears up*
Stress Proof: *can show you how to take apart and put back together your partner's soon-to-be medical tools?*
Blackjack: .............. did something happen? *transforms and ick ick has mud shift into places that's really not very nice at all*
Traipse: I think flyers being flyers, BJ. The CMO looked murderous, not depressed.
Penna: *would like that. Is just a drone, but likes knowing a bit about everything her partner learns 8D*
Quickdart: *are we getting more visitors?*
Ezra'il: *stops in front of the medbay doors, composure, composure.... stonyfaced thunderchopper. >( .... twitch*
Sunburn: *bad habit of falling asleep just about anywhere. And...why, look at the time, sure passes fast*
Quickdart: *stares at Ezra*
Scamper: *clings?*
Overkill: *gripes at Ezra, drone does nawt like shaking flailness*
Stilt Walker: *staaaares, shaking his stilt slightly, most creatures dun even come close enough to touch him*
Quickdart: *thunderchopper look maaaaaad*
Scamper: *but you're cool! 8D* *cliiiings and waggles around with the shaking* Yeehaw!
Blackjack: Ah. Argh... I have mud in places it shouldn't. >__< *goes into the bar*
Traipse: *is riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight behind you, Ezra'il*
Quickdart: *and Traipse too? Medbay is getting crowded*
Sunburn: *boot to the aft if he tries to run?*
Wildfire: *Sleeping serenely though any movement will elicit a hiss of pain*
Stilt Walker: *taps his jaws again, rotating his head and peering at the little mech*
Traipse: *why do you think I'm right behind him? 8D*
Sunburn: *excellent forwards thinking*
Scamper: *trills and smiles*
Wildfire: *Seekers make awful cupids.....*
Blackjack: *goes through the bar to the wash racks* *this is going to be interesting... I might not be able to reach all the mud*
Stilt Walker: *gently pokes him with another stilt?*
Ezra'il: *don't they?* *ducks under the door and ....a ughristkjgrigjimthi chopperlady DDD8*
Quickdart: *blinks at Traipse curiously*
Traipse: <<*quietly* Easy. She seems fine.>> *nods politely to 'Dart*
Scamper: *giggle-! o_o*
Sunburn: *yeah....zzzzzz*
Stilt Walker: *headrotate*
Quickdart: *smiles and nods back to Traipse*
Ezra'il: *will throttle whoever is responsible for this >(*
Sunburn: Harrier; <<hello Traipse>>
Traipse: *Sun* <<Pah, look at you all comfortable while I fret and worry my Spark away thinking the medic ate you.>>
Wildfire: *That would be the weather and the canyon.........and perhaps herself DX*
Quickdart: *............ @ Ezzy*
Scamper: *sliiiides a little way down the stilt, then scrambles back up* *grin*
Stilt Walker: *chuurs, then walk/ambles a few steps, watching Scamper all the while*
Sunburn: <<mmm, yes, very much. And tch, took you that long to think of checking?>>
Traipse: <<I was waiting for reinforcements.>>
Blackjack: *ARGH can't reach... that spot!*
Scamper: *...twirls around Stilt's stilt as he walks? 8D*
Stilt Walker: *DDDDDDDDDDD8 it’s rapin' my limb*
Sunburn: <<but still... *teasingly* You went halfway around to world to find any?>> *opens optics slightly. But doesn't move as not to disturb the dragon lady*
Traipse: <<No, just Alaska :3>>
Ezra'il: *oooh Alaska 8D* .... *twitch*
Sunburn: <<why, thank you *snickers*>>
Scamper: *hey, I'm not even humping, just clinging! D8*
Traipse: *twitch forward, thunderchopper*
Stilt Walker: *plz dun hump me...**walks along*
Sunburn: *nods to the thundercopter*
Blackjack: *gets the worst of the mud and much off and heads for the pool room and the hot tub to do the rest* *kinds wishes he had company, but that's life*
Wildfire: *cheeps in her sleep, hands going to her middle where da bigass rock was impaled through* *emotear, never got to name the rock*
Quickdart: *looks at Traipse* <<What is going on?>> *is confused*
Scamper: *that's something I'd only do with permission :3 …wibble, aren't I pretty enough for you?* Wheee! *laughs*
Traipse: <<Just a visitor for Wildfire.>>
Quickdart: <<Ah.>>
Stilt Walker: *uh...sure? Has known you all for what...20 minutes though? Bit fast for his tastes kthx* Stilt is...amusing?
Quickdart: *and goes back to playing Solitaire for the billionth time ><*
Scamper: *don't believe in love at first sight? 8D* You'reafunguy! Butnotafungi. *laughs*
Eleanor: *sends Traipse a sneaky photo text message*
Blackjack: *ah..... hooooooooooooooooot tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuub* ^____________________^
Mayday: *just ask for more reading material if you're that bored! >( ...er, unless you don't want to learn, because that's okay then, being an engineer and building machines and such isn't for everyone...o3o;*
Ezra'il: *...but she's asleep* .. I will come back later. *steps back*
Quickdart: *nuuu I do wanna learn* *to Mayday* <<...anything more for me to learn?>>
Wildfire: *nuuu dun let him leave!*
Stilt Walker: *gives Scamper the oddest look, churring, then making his way down to the floor and bar*
Sunburn: stay? I'm sure she would appreciate it
Traipse: *is right behind you, and not budging ................... much as he'd like to X3*
Ezra'il: *thunks into Traipse* ... I do not wish to disturb her. Please move.
Mayday: <<Of course! More tools for you. *datasent*>>
Scamper: *makes to bounce up onto Stilt's back*
Quickdart: *to Mayday* <<Thanks.>> *goes over the files*
Stilt Walker: *twists his gangly neck to watch Scamper, rifling the small fingers connected to his stilts down for a cube*
Traipse: *Ezzy* <<What do you think she'd want more, solitude, or the company of those dear to her?>>
Mayday: <<No problem! *my young padawan...>_> <_<*>>
Quickdart: *...so I DO get a robe!*
Scamper: *lounges on Stilt's back, chilling out*
Quidam: *comes out into the main bar* *looks around and slips quietly into the booth*
Mayday: *NO! buying that much fabric would put me out of house and home DX ... you get a mysteeerious hood*
Squirrel: *will get your little padawan too*
Ezra'il: <<She has those dear to her near her already.>>
Quickdart: *that could work too* *will be carried away like the nutty chopper then Squirrel? O.o*
Quidam: *doesn't see any humans named Penny... darn*
Traipse: <<She's missing one. And who is it that invited you to stay just now?>>
Squirrel: *when you least expect it >8/*
Traipse: *Sun* <<Like trying to budge a mountain. Some help?>>
Mayday: *I'll swing a lightsaber upside yo fuzzy tail, skank! >(*
Penny Feely: *You're in luck hun, walks in COVERED in mud. Spent all day helping sand bag a building to keep a creeping river out* -_o
Quidam: *chirrup*
Squirrel: *you strike me down, hundreds will wait to take my place* *mocking tailtwitch*
Scamper: *hey, a human!* *is off of Stilt and standing in front of Penny in an instant* *stands as straight as he can and bows deeply* Goodeveninma'am!
Penny Feely: ............*head tilt* Evenin....
Blackjack: *Peeeeeeeeeenny come joooooooooooin me in the hot tub?*
Quickdart: *will I see Mayday stabbed with a lightsaber while I am trapped in a strange wall of energy and get to scream NOOOOOO and then get to chop you in half squirrel?*
Penny Feely: *would love too DX Is so filthy*
Ezra'il: *whuffles*
Quickdart: *.....so has not been watching the entire Star Wars epic while bored in the medbay >.>*
Blackjack: *so was/am I *
Sunburn: *carefully gets away from Wildfire and stands up* right now, she needs the company
Scamper: *tilts his head and grins* Doyouwantatowelorsomethingoristhisanewhumanfashionstatement? *laughs*
Squirrel: *if you think she's going to copy from bad movies, you're wrong. Wrong!*
Penny Feely: .................................*blink* Was that english?
Quickdart: *just making sure >.>*
Squirrel: *will, however, stuff you in the clan's nut storage*
Quickdart: *......that must be a HUGE nut storage*
Stilt Walker: *yeah, isn’t even gonna try and understand what Scamper is saying**oh hey, the bugger got off OO*
Squirrel: *have stored big nuts there before. Doubtful one >8/ *
Scamper: Yesyesitwas! *laughs some more* Towel?
Quickdart: *...did you store the nutty chopper in there then?*
Squirrel: *gotta go, checking on that big ship thing*
Penny Feely: Ah, no. I'm gonna go jump in the pool and try to look less like the ending of Predator. *flashes a grin and makes her way to the pool room*
Ezra'il: *studies Sunburn*
Quickdart: *poor guy*
Blackjack: *sings to himself* ...and though I'm not a great romancer, I know you're bound to answer when I propose... anything goes... oh... hi Penny. *little embarrassed... this room is great for singing though!*
Mayday: *I WILL SHOOT YOU! D<*
Scamper: HeyI'veseenthatmovie! 8D *bounds after Penny*
Sunburn: *tilts his head, looking back*
Penny Feely: Heya BJ. Nice singing voice. *Dude, doesn't mind, sings all the time, company bedamned and has a passably rough voice. Strips down to her bra and boy short undies because at this point, her clothes are ruined and she's worn more revealing bathing suits in front of the bots* *glances at Scamper mildly amused* Who hasn't? It rocked. Aliens hunting huma-oh wait. XD; *dives into the human pool*
Ezra'il: *moves towards the side of her berth*
Blackjack: *chirps* Thanks.
Scamper: *makes a Predator-esque clicking-growl* I'mgonnatakeyourskullforatrophyhuman! Wahaha! *drapes on his back over the edge of the pool, watching Penny upsidedown* WhatnameshouldIputontheplaque? 8D
Sunburn: *finally* *is getting a bit twitchy himself though, with all those walls. And medbay. Conveniently, there's a victim right over there by the door?*
Penny Feely: *floats on her back for a moment, grinning lazily* Um...Penelope but if that's too many letters, try Penny.
Blackjack: Hmm... not my type of movie, I think. I'd rather a musical... like the Producers. ^__^
Umbra: *meanders back into the bar after a looooong nap*
Quidam: *no sign of Silver yet... I'm in luck!* *orders a no-grade*
Penny Feely: I don't watch many movies, but when I do, it's usually an action or a documentary.
Umbra: *flops down by the fire*
Traipse: *hey, I brought you reinforcements to keep the dragonlady company! No harassing the Harrier XD*
Swifthunt: *agh, it's getting busy, time to leave soon....*
Blackjack: You can find that in a musical :3
Scamper: HiPennyI'mScamper. *pops up and poses, puffing up his chest* *relatively deep voice* ScampertheMightyandMagnificent! *flops down, fanning and wiggling his audios* Andcute! ^_^ *feel the call of my eeears*
Wildfire: *All this movement is bound to wake her up, optics flare briefly and looks around drowsily*
Ezra'il: *o.o...*
Blackjack: *chuckles* *swims to the edge of the hot tub closest to them*
Sunburn: *but though he didn't mind keeping her company, and will be coming back.. But he's also bored…* *peers back at the dragon lady* <<I'm here, but I think I need to go out for a bit. Just call, if there's anything, ok?>>
Penny Feely: *oh lord that one is hyper XD * Huh...Musicals always get a lil’ crazy. Oh! But I would dearly love to reenact the tango scene from Chicago.
Wildfire: oo Hello Ezra'il. <<Alright....thank you.>>
Ezra'il: Hello, Wildfire.
Scamper: *draaapes over the edge of the pool, twitching his audios and psychically tempting Penny to scraaatch them*
Wildfire: *kinda sheepish at the shape she's in* oo; How are you?
Blackjack: *little purrpurr* Me too, actually.
Penny Feely: *does a lil’ twist in the water with her legs and hips* The Cell Block Tango. *pah, I live with an adorable doggie, gonna have to try harder to tempt XD *
Blackjack: *hums the tune*
Sunburn: *casually a'walking towards the door* Traipse; <<I think we managed>> *by the way Harrier, how about...TAG? Aaand outside it is*
Ezra'il: I am... in ... better shape than you appear to be...
Scamper: *but can the doggie be both adorable and give you compliments? D8* *eeears*
Wildfire: Oh well, I am fine. I'll recover in the better part of a week. ^_^;;
Traipse: *.............oh, you suck, alienjet, you so totally... * <<Hopefully.>> *steps sedately out of the medbay and CHASES like a runaway freight train*
Ezra'il: *nods* What happened?
Quickdart: *turns off his audios for WF and Ezzy's sake* *and looks away* *hey this is the best he can do on the privacy issue*
Quidam: *eeek seekers!*
Eleanor: *no reply from my text? DX*
Sunburn: *HA! Bored Seekers XD* *transforms from a run once he's clear and out of the parking lot. And roars upwards*
Blackjack: Well... maybe if I turn human again I'll get to dance it. I'm not graceful enough like this
Wildfire: Quickdart and I had a little accident in the canyon I frequent. *looks down at her hands covering the wound* It was my fault mostly.
Traipse: *oh, will call and let her know he's been... unavoidably detained. By a cheeky alien jet* *HOWLS in pursuit*
Penny Feely: *leans against the opposite end of the pool and flicks water with her foot at Scamper* I wish Kal was around. She's a hoot to dance with. Girl has no shame, I swear.
Sunburn: *right, lamb you are* *and look over thar, clouds to play in*
Scamper: *hey! 8D* *sticks his hands in the water and SPLASHASPLASHASPLASHES water towards Penny*
Penny Feely: *ducks under, internally laughing*
Scamper: *nooo, come back, don't make him jump in! it's not pretty you know!*
Blackjack: Mmm... like with the belly dancing? 8D
Ezra'il: *raaasps sadly*
Penny Feely: *surfaces near the ladder* Liked the dancing did ya? X3
Scamper: *... <_< >_>* *jumps in the water and flounders about like a dying fish... aka, what he calls swimming*
Blackjack: Yeah... yeah I did. Can I be honest?
Kalita Jameson: *suddenly falls into the mech pool outta nowhere in her bikini with a YELP*
Blackjack: *is out of the hot tub and gleaming... scans the mech pool* Kalita?
Scamper: *did a human just fall into the other pool? o_o would stage a daring rescue but... flounderflounderflail, moves half an inch*
Penny Feely: Oh sure, honesty never hurts. oO *at Kal* It's raining girls. *looks around*
Scamper: *...didn't think this one through <_<* *attempts to flail back towards the wall... okay yeah, and inch forward- nono! don't move backwards!*
Blackjack: *swan dives into the mech pool and swims over to Kal*
Kalita Jameson: *kicks up for the surface, sputtering* God DAMN whatta wip- OO;;;... Hoooolyyy shit.
Blackjack: *surfaces near her* Are you okay?
Kalita Jameson: Yeah, but I hate this place sometimes. I really do.
Scamper: *flailfail!* Penny! Pennyhelpthewallkeepsswimmingaway! D8 *that's his story and he's sticking to it <_< >_>*
Penny Feely: *oh for heaven's sake, climbs out of the pool and leans over into the mech pool reaching for the lil one*
Blackjack: *bubbles* Want a ride back to shore?
Scamper: *clings! and curls and wibbles and whimpers and shivers and- ear-scratchings now? 8D*
Penny Feely: *.................-_-; * Ok, now no touchy feely. *pokes him*
Kalita Jameson: Sure. Might as well... *swims over to his shoulder and clings onto a plate of armor* *damn bar, taking her away from her waves this late at night*
Ezra'il: *slowly sits in a chair near her berth*
Penny Feely: *Hey, at least you didn't lose yer bathing suit*
Wildfire: *reaches for him* I'm sorry if I worried you. I'll heal, we both will.
Ezra'il: I did not know you were injured until not long ago. *offers hand?*
Kalita Jameson: *yeah, but I probably just lost my board... and Fugue gave it a custom paint job for me too*
Scamper: *is innocent? D8* *pokes back*
Wildfire: *kneads his hand, it's a soothing act she likes to practice* Oh good, then no time to worry. ^_^
Penny Feely: *Now that sucks* Ack, what?
Scamper: Youpokedmefirst! o_O
Penny Feely: Did not!
Chevron: *is prolly swimming to get the board and GODDAMN YOU BAAAAAAAAAR*
Blackjack: *swims her to the edge of the pool like Free Willy*
Scamper: Didsodidsodidso! *grins*
Kalita Jameson: *DDDDD8 NOT IN THE SALT WATER YOU DON'T! you're MILES from the nearest car wash!*
Blackjack: Shame about your board, Kal.
Penny Feely: Fah, lies.
Kalita Jameson: *sighs and rides BJ all the way back to the edge* Yeah, 's alright. Some kid'll get lucky one day or another... This is really, really getting annoying though. Second time in a week the bar's done this to me.
Scamper: I'llforgiveyouifyouscratchmyears. *:3 wiggles his audios*
Penny Feely: I've been lucky. oO *at Scamper* ........that's extortion.
Blackjack: I could cheer you up with a song?
Scamper: Youcancallitwhateveryouwantsolongasmyearsgetscratched! 8D
Morpho: *muddy, dusty, tired Super Aero comes in from the rear lot and heads straight into the washracks*
Kalita Jameson: *huffles ‘n’ snugs on a BJ* Maybe in a bit. Can I get you to tell Chev I'm alright though? He was with me while I was out on the coast.
Chevron: *totally got the board*
Ezra'il: *would knead back but has giiiaant talons*
Penny Feely: *nuuu* I think I need a drink or something first.
Kalita Jameson: *... oh, that's it. you're getting a MASSIVE car washing when I see you again*
Scamper: Whattayawant?
Blackjack: Sure. *Chevy* <<Hey, it's BJ. Just letting you know Kal's at the bar and she's okay.>>
Quidam: *chirps to Morpho*
Chevron: << -- STUPID SLAGGIN' FRAGWITTED NEON-BUTTED CABLESUCKING ASTEROID HUMPING -- >>
Penny Feely: A rum and coke?
Scamper: Surething! *transforms and is gone... and then is shortly back and offering said drink*
Wildfire: *Thas ok, has enough kneadings for ya*
Kalita Jameson: *perks* Rum and coke, did someone spake?
Morpho: *might have dipped a doorwing at Quidam, might just be the exhaustion* *goes into the washroom and just stands under the solvent, sedaaaaaaaate*
Penny Feely: .............................holy crap that was fast. oo; Get one for Kal?
Ezra'il: *rumble...... purrrrrrr NO rumble*
Kalita Jameson: *bliiinks at the lil’ one* Wow... Never seen that one before.
Scamper: Doneanddone! *off like a shot and back again*
Penny Feely: ...........gah, what else can you do? oO
Blackjack: *little rumble* <<I hope that wasn't directed to me. Are you okay?>>
Wildfire: *Purrs in response, a lot happier since she's had visitors*
Chevron: << Do ya hump asteroids, Beej?>>
Blackjack: <<Nope.>>
Scamper: AcrobaticsgymnasticstranslateeveryhumanlanguagefoundontheinternetalsomakesJuliennefries! 8D
Blackjack: Hey... I got that refference. 8D
Kalita Jameson: *climbs off BJ and out on the edge of the pool for her drink* Thankee, babe. And what's your name?
Blackjack: *climbs out of the pool* No worries.
Penny Feely: *bllllllllinks and sips her drink*
Scamper: Me? I'mtheonetheonlytheincrediblyhandsomeandjustplainincredibleScamper! *bows*
Blackjack: *amused rumble and sinks slowly back into the hot tub*
Chevron: <<Not you then. DX Tell Kally I got her board.>>
Blackjack: Chevy says he has your board, Kal.
Penny Feely: Aw, Chevy is the man.
Kalita Jameson: *grins* You wouldn't happen to know John Moschitta Jr, would you? *and bliinks at BJ in disbelief*... He got my board? That crackhead got my... *groooans* Tell him when I see him again, he's getting a HELL of a car wash from me.
Scamper: *google search* Idonow! *last ditch effort for tonight* *wiggles zem audios* Scratchmyears?
Penny Feely: Dun do it, Kal, it's a trap!
Blackjack: <<Chevy, Kal says you're gonna get a hell of a car wash.>> *never got to be honest with Penny about the belly dancing thing*
Chevron: <<....Ohey, sweeeeet.>>
Penny Feely: *So, do so now BJ 8D *
Kalita Jameson: oO?.. How a trap? *crouches down beside the bugger* *is it sad that she actually understands him? XD*
Penny Feely: *.....it takes her a minute to figure out what he's saying XD * I dun know...*shrugs and sips her drink* You were saying before, BJ?
Kalita Jameson: oO;;;; *aw, what the hell?* *reaches out to peeeeet the lil guy*
Scamper: *twitches his audios enticingly and gives Kal puppy dog eyes* *wasn't his original target, but scratches are scratches!*
Blackjack: Ah, yes. Um... to be honest... I really wish I'd been human again for that night.
Kalita Jameson: *good LAWD, but he's tiny!* *petpets?*
Scamper: *squeeeshes up to Kal and triiills*
Penny Feely: *chuckles* There was ah...a lot there to see and pick from. *though most were either taken or shy as ofuk XD *
Blackjack: Yup.
Kalita Jameson: *awwwwwwmahgaaaaad, he's adorable!* *AFFECTIONS!* What're we talking about here? *sipsipsip*
Drucilla: *Wanders into the bar, looking for once, like it was her intended destination.*
Penny Feely: BJ being attracted to the line of belly dancers the other night.
Quidam: *sighs and watches the bar*
Scamper: *yes! I am adorable! 8D* *triiiiills and... falls asleep* *aw crap, that wasn't as safe as it should be D:*
Blackjack: *shifts and sinks under water a little* >__>
Kalita Jameson: *grins* Yeah, that was... an awful lot of sex appeal up there. *oO @ the sleepin' lil one*... Wow. Didn't realize I was that good.
Penny Feely: You the best babe. *sips her drink :3 *