October 20, 2008 - 1 of 1

White Noise: *puts its work carefully aside and stands up* *it has become statistically inefficient to allow Float to remain with June Frayne, and given the past events and current low ebb of activity, it seems the most adequate time to proceed with a pick-up* *thus, heads out and transforms, driving away*
Blackjack: *can't sleep... iz watching James Bond* @_o
Reinforcements: *Decides it's probably safe now to haul himself out of the pool, and make his way back into the main area*
Fever Pitch: *walks in, ticking from eating up the road*
Reinforcements: *Looks over at him from his spot leaning on the bar*
Fever Pitch: *heads for the bar, nodding to Rei*
Reinforcements: *Offers him a small, lazy wave*
Fever Pitch: *returns it* *sits at the bar to nurse a cube or three*
Reinforcements: *Seems content to just lean against the bar and not drink this morning*
Teagan Rowe: *saunters in, dressed in black per her nightly routine*
Reinforcements: *Looks over at the squishy thing from his spot 'o bar leaning*
Teagan Rowe: *eyes the...new additions to the bar with a slow blink*
Reinforcements: *Was not here for the mind raping when those showed up, so can't explain them. Nope.*
Perforate: *Grows weary of his nap, and so shuffles out from under his table, and heads for the bar counter*
Teagan Rowe: *moves closer to investigate the mech pole dancing pole that has to be the friggin’ size of a tree at least*
Perforate: *Still thinks he should be allowed to pole dance. Such a sexist policy of 'chicks only' is unfair and demeaning to women*
Teagan Rowe: *would actually be inclined to agree with you, ironically*
Perforate: *Really now? Though you probably won't agree on the part where I get to dance*
Teagan Rowe: *You'd be surprised what bothers her and what doesn't*
Perforate: *Probably. But then again, I have little notion of human standards, and why something is horrifying, or not.* *Requisitions himself a no-grade cube, finds his 'straw', and has at it*
Teagan Rowe: *hums to herself poking at the poles*
Reinforcements: *Pushes himself away from the bar, and heads for the door with a flippant wave g'bye to everyone*
Fever Pitch: *bar narcolepsy, I CHOOSE YOU!*
Reinforcements: *Prays he never succumbs to that. Bad enough when he drinks himself unconscious, but to pass out without the fun of high-grade first? Bleck*
Teagan Rowe: *well bar inspection done, finds the new poles rather sturdy and mildly troubling*
Perforate: *Discards his now empty cube, and returns the straw/pipe to wherever he's keeping it when not using it*
Fever Pitch: *lifts head* oo;
Perforate: *Graces Fever with a 'look'* ?
Fever Pitch: ....o___-
Teagan Rowe: oO o.- >.> <.< *swings around the pole once in a move entirely too professional-looking then steps away*
Perforate: *Whoo, look at the organic go* Impressive.
Teagan Rowe: OO -.- Possibly.
Perforate: *Hops off the bar counter and pads towards her* Possibly?
Teagan Rowe: Yes. Possibly.
Perforate: Could you elaborate for me?
Muirenn: *stumbles in through the door* ah!
Teagan Rowe: Why?
Perforate: ... I could give you several completely reasonable reason, but it essentially boils down to the fact I am curious. Given I am under the perhaps erroneous ideal that not all humans are capable of doing what you demonstrated.
Lightning: *slips just inside the door quietly, has a good look/scan around, and relaxes a bit* *moves over to an empty seat for a low-grade*
Muirenn: *gets herself dusted off a bit, and climbs up onto a mech table*
Teagan Rowe: So you think my skill for that one small moment was impressive.
Perforate: *Shrugs* As far as I have witnessed from your species, though admittedly that is not much.
Muirenn: evening. Or well, probably day here? *watches*
Teagan Rowe: Afternoon.
Muirenn: right, that was it. Thanks lady
Perforate: *Time of day greetings are weird anyhow*
Lightning: *you get used to them*... *or you can be like her and just not use them*
Teagan Rowe: Well then.
Skua: *have given up on discussing such phrases as 'good day', 'nice to meet you' and so on*
Muirenn: *humans are weird, roll with it? :3*
Teagan Rowe: *Exactly*
Perforate: *Is far too wordy to ever give up pointless discussions, even in asterisks* Well then indeed. I find myself thus forced to ask, have you more skill akin to that which you have demonstrated on the pole, or was that the limit of your ability?
Teagan Rowe: *back goes stiff, perhaps mildly insulted* I have more skill than that.
Lightning: *... poles, what pol- oh...* *head tilt?*
Perforate: *Wasn't trying to be insulting, he's just good at it* Would it be a wasted effort to try and get you to further demonstrate for me?
Teagan Rowe: ....*looks around at present company....doesn't seem that many here....hm....* One demonstration.
Perforate: That is all I ask.
Fever Pitch: *.....zzzzz*
Teagan Rowe: *frowns mildly fretful at what she's gotten herself into and slips up to the dance stage to put a song on the Jukebox and steps out of her pants to dance in a pair of leetle shorts and a tank top*
Perforate: *Sits himself in front of the stage so he has the best vantage a sightless mech can*
Lightning: *watches curiously. hasn't seen this before*
Teagan Rowe: * dances something similar to this [link] and it makes ya wonder where and when she learned those skills, don't it?*
Perforate: *Well now, his initial appraisal was right. That be impressive*
Muirenn: *leans forwards, chin resting in hands. She wouldn't mind learning that*
Teagan Rowe: *ha, this is nothing. You should see me free running when someone's trying to kill me*
Perforate: *That would also be good... but I gather trying to kill you to see you run would be frowned upon*
Teagan Rowe: *You think?* *would be willing to teach........maybe*
Lightning: *... is learning just by watching, but... there's the issue with her being made of Cybertronian alloys and lacking the fleshy grip needed to stay suspended in air on those poles, that's the problem*
Fever Pitch: *plz to be not teaching the licker monster to pole dance*
Teagan Rowe: *Her first few years were a riot of faceplanting until she figured out how to maintain pressure and traction with her legs, arms, and sides* *I MEANT THE GIRL*
Perforate: *You know you want to see me do it. I am the epitome of hot pole-dancing stuff.* You contort very well.
Teagan Rowe: *slides off the pole and steps away* Thank you. I learned to be flexible a long time ago.
Perforate: It is an intriguing skill.
Muirenn: *would love to learn...only that she's usually all the way over in New York. And it's the matter of parents...*
Perforate: *Why would parents disapprove? Flexibility and the ability to climb a pole could come in handy one day*
Teagan Rowe: *Noooooooooooooooot returning to New York for nuthin’ in the world 8D *
Lightning: *looks that up and... blink* Oh.
Teagan Rowe: It pays the bills at times. *puts her clothes back on*
Muirenn: *some parents have rather set opinions on things?*
Teagan Rowe: *......just say it's gymnastics or something >.> *
Perforate: *Hops up onto the stage, and puts a foreclaw on the mech-sized pole, almost wistfully*
Lightning: *mech's getting up there too?... oh, this is gonna be interesting*
Teagan Rowe: *watches him, pondering*
Muirenn: *can do...just need to figure out how to get the bar to nab her more often*
Perforate: *Stands up on his back legs, and runs his grip down the pole, trying to discern how the heck he could hold on to it to suspend himself, should he choose*
Teagan Rowe: *if you had rubber paw pads like the drones....*
Perforate: *Nope, all metal. Conducts vibration better*
Teagan Rowe: *well, you SOL then* *glances over at the girl* ...Would you like to try?
Perforate: *Pokepokes at it with his claws, before wrapping his forepaws around the pole so he's holding with his wrists and keel, and pulls his legs up so he's awkwardly suspended*
Lightning: *grins quietly at his attempts* *this is amusing*
Teagan Rowe: *it's like a dog trying to climb a fence almost*
Muirenn: *mind wandering a bit maybe?* hmm, me? *blinks at the robot...she's not sure what he is*
Teagan Rowe: Yes.
Perforate: *Has similar difficulties as Earthen canines, true enough* *Tries to inch upwards, but the motion is too disturbing to describe, for all it is successful*
Teagan Rowe: >.o;;;
Muirenn: umm, maybe.... *kind of distracted by the entertainment provided with the robot trying*
Perforate: *Well, I'm entertaining, even if it's not be being terribly stud-muffin-ish* *Allows himself to slide back down the pole, accompanied by the squeal of grinding metal*
Grey: *coils around a rafter over the pole, peering down. Oh, and still got an autumn leaf stuck here and there*
Teagan Rowe: >< You would get no tips for that.
Perforate: Of that I am aware. *Taps the pole again* I shall require practice.
Grey: *flickers her tongue*
Teagan Rowe: ........for what? *oh dragon OO *
Muirenn: oO *leans back*
Grey: *grins, grooming off a leaf that dried around a claw*
Perforate: *Sucks air at the dragon* I am sure you would like to know. And perhaps you will find out.
Grey: *smells like autumn storm* *looks around the bar...it could need some new decorations, she thinks* 8D
Lightning: *bliinks at the dragon*... *okay, that's definitely new*
Perforate: *Is less fond of the Muns lately, and is waaaaaaaaatching you, Grey*
Pen: *explodes into the room in a shower of pumpkin confetti* DECORATIONS? 8DDD
Perforate: *Oh slag this, he's getting out* *Izza blur of white and black as he makes a mad scramble for the front door*
Lightning: *jerks back, startled* OO
Pen: .........aww T3T
Perforate: *You tied me up! Like fun I'm going to let you do it again*
Grey: *what's not fun with being tied up? 83* *shrinks and pounces the Pen*
Muirenn: *now what?* ...hi?
Pen: *squeaks and goes tumbling*
Grey: the bar has gotten boring, hasn't it? *innocent look*
Muirenn: *moves closer to one of the robots, aka Lightning* oO
Pen: It's nearing Halloween. We need Mech Sized Pumpkins ^TM
Lightning: *blinka*... Mech sized... pumpkins?
Grey: *flicks tail* that idea I like. Maybe restock the kitchen too? *poooonders*
Pen: With soup. 83 And yes, Mech Sized Pumpkins ^TM
Grey: soup is a given. Pumpkin pies? *bamfs in an example giant pumpkin*
Perforate: *Tentatively poke his head back in the front door to see if they're gone yet*
Pen: *flutters up to stream orange and black streamers along the rafters, 83 dumps out a jar of tiny, robotic tarantulas for decorations, and ummmm oh, let's have real bats in the proverbial belfry*
Grey: *spider webs?* *then whirrs into the kitchen momentarily to do her work there. Returning rolling in another mech-sized pumpkin*
Pen: *bamfs in a few spider, pumpkin, bat shaped squishy pillows on the couches*
Lightning: *... noooot quite sure what to think of this*
Muirenn: *I'm with you, lady robot* *mind if I sit at your table? As giant robots from space are less strange than this*
Grey: *whirrs, recoloring the walls with properly autumnish/halloweenish colors and such*
Pen: *and candy dishes full of the good stuff, the world over, on every counter and table*
Lightning: *sure, go right ahead* *looks around, actually kinda fascinated by it all*
Pen: Still missing something.....hmmm.
Grey: more leafs? *bamfs in a handful* Or, we may be taking suggestions?
Perforate: *Tentatively* It needs more rust?
Grey: *bamfs in a kittycar, just for a moment?* XD
Pen: *geegle fit*
Rust: oO *and is gone again*
Perforate: *Doesn't get it*
Pen: It does need to be festive....hmmmm. *changes the wall art to black and white photos of graveyards, old houses, sanitariums, etc* *puts a cauldron over the fireplace.*
Perforate: *Ooh, a cauldron. I could use that for something...*
Lightning: *... blink*
Grey: *adds a huge spider web, stretching from two rafters and up to the ceiling* :3
Pen: You know Ere is gonna be all over that, right? XD;
Grey: he's cute and deserves it? *and one wonders how the Seekers and fliers might do*
Pen: *hides stashes of shiny energon candies for the drones to find later, in the rafters* Alright.........POOL ROOM 8333
Grey: *...has WN's table, and the chairs, slooooowly start to turn into pumpkins, then whirrs after Pen* *that way they will still be changing when it gets back*
Perforate: *Still doesn't get why they pester WN.*
Pen: *sniiickers* Good one. *flails off to the pool room and chucks in never-ending dry ice into the pools* Thar. That should confuse them all.
Lightning: *looks around at all the neat, unusual stuff*... I'm not sure whether to thank them or be horrified.
Perforate: I would suggest being horrified. It will save time when things go wrong later.
Pen: *from the pool room* BOTH.
Grey: *prowls the pool room, pondering* hmm...
Perforate: *Warily shuffles back in all the way, taking care he's not close to anything that he could be tied to*
Grey: you are altogether too nervous *adds streamers similar to those Pen came up with to the pool room furniture*
Perforate: *Has every right to be nervous*
Lightning: ... Thank you for terrifying me?
Pen: *chucks in a bunch of black floating candles in the pools*
Grey: how about these? *bamfs in some lit jack o'lanterns of various sizes to float in the air in the corners*
Perforate: *Wants more rust, and the scent of dead metal. That's scary*
Grey: more lights, the better *sneaks around the pool for a look*
Pen: That's also harmful to humans, Lickerboy. Hm.
Perforate: *Do try to keep out of my mind, or I'll have to start continually thinking about having a romantic tryst with Barricade. With speedos.*
Pen: *Oh, you think you could compete with this mind? 83 *
Perforate: *I really think I can. Do not try me.*
Pen: *Oh boi, it is on now. I mess with White Noise for fun timez. You ain't got nuthin’ on me*
Perforate: *I could imagine molesting White Noise, if that pleases you? It is not unappealing*
Grey: *d....is forcibly silenced by her characters* *adds plenty more piles of autumn leafs to the pool room, and bamfs out*
White Noise: *steps back in and measures the room impassively for a moment*
Muirenn: *have been watching the weirdness*
Pen: *Been down that road before.*
White Noise: *as pumpkin-booth hybrids are not conductive to work, impassively moves to the booth next to it and sets about its usual*
Pen: *Knew that was gonna happen XD *
Lightning: *looks down at the human near her* So, what do you think about all of this?
Pen: *fades away*
Perforate: *Left to think of something horrible on his own time, and finds his way back over to the bar counter*
Blackjack: *pokes his head into the bar from the back*
Lightning: *gets up to head on out for the night*
Delta Sept: *somewhere in the bunks is still curled partly around a Magnum, zzz'd just a bit*
Blackjack: *couldn't sleep at all... is a bit of a zombie Benz*
Perforate: *You fit in with the decor then?* *Poking about behind the bar counter, looking for something interesting*
Blackjack: *blink blink* *seems so...* *makes his way to the bar to have a cube, then wants to go back to his snuggle pile*
Delta Sept: *purrbles in his sleep, waking up just a little*
Perforate: *Alas, there is nothing here to be found... * *Gives up, and heads out, ready for a painfully long and slow drive*
Blackjack: *has a few sips and feels better* ^_^ *Admires the festive Bar and ponders his 'costume' for this year*
Delta Sept: *..... no dressing up for purrball*
Perforate: *Don't be a spoil sport. Everyone should go along with the human custom...*
Blackjack: *nu? Well... careful where you sleep then. I might get a little evil :3*
Delta Sept: *..... will keen at you!*
Blackjack: *.... will you do the puppy dog opitcs?*
Delta Sept: *... will paw at you and whimper!*
Blackjack: *oh dear, but you're so adorable when you do that!*
Delta Sept: *will.... will drive himself around and bump into your ankles on purpose and purr!* *will purr too!* *............................. will hide*
Blackjack: *d'awwwwww Deldel <3*
Delta Sept: *... will hide and try not to purr*
Blackjack: *will find you and snug the purr out of you!*
Delta Sept: *noooo*
Blackjack: *yup*
Delta Sept: *will hide himself somewhere you'd never suspect*
Blackjack: *.... 'Con base? O.o*
Delta Sept: *... doesn't even know how to get there! and NO ><* *.... maybe in a tree*
Blackjack: *but I'd never suspect it!* *oooh tree*
Delta Sept: *how could you think I'd ever go THERE?!*... *okay, maybe not a tree*
Blackjack: *finishes his cube and goes back into the back*
Leisergeist: *creeps in, and looks around... still no fire in the fireplace x_o*
Perforate: *No, but there's a cauldron in there now?*
Leisergeist: *....fine lot of good that does me >_>* *climbs onto a couch and curls up, instead*
Reinforcements: *Flung in through the front door!* *Swearing*
Leisergeist: *cringes down at the sudden commotion*
Reinforcements: Can't even leave me be for a slagging day...*Mumble* . . . What happened in here? *Ookay then, will ignore the fact Halloween exploded all over the bar, and will just go to his leaning spot to lean*
Leisergeist: *is just not paying attention to it - is too achy and unhappy to care*
Reinforcements: *I'd like to help yeh there femme, but I gather it would be unappreciated in an extreme way*
Subwoofer: *Sqeaaaaaaa-flop**has apparently come running in, and found that heeeey 8D The door has a little itty bitty ledge perfect for getting sparkling feets stuck on*
Morpho: *yet again, this is why he's glad he uses the rear lot door* *peeks in*
Reinforcements: . . . *Well, that's not too weird. Just sparkling-y*
Subwoofer: *muffled cheep o' faceplant*
Morpho: *oh, it's more of a "don't wanna step on nobody", bub*
Leisergeist: *tiny cheep*
Morpho: *steps in, peering around* Hoooley moley. A'right, finch? *peers at the sparkling* Hey, bub, you ok down there?
Subwoofer: *small low dragged out murrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnf*
Morpho: Whaaat? C'mon, you're alright, bub. *crouches to offer the kidlet a hand up*
Subwoofer: *takes it and poooouts in the full force of 10,000 kidlet suns*
Morpho: *ain't really too keen on kidlets as a whole, so just yoinks him back onto his feet and straightens up* See? No harm, no foul.
Subwoofer: *gives him a huff, can sense that dislike D<**pads away, tailtip flicking*
Reinforcements: *Pouting ain't gonna make it better, anyhow. You really got to go in for the grumbling, and brooding. That's how you solve life's problems.*
Morpho: *shrugs inwardly at that and straightens up to give Rei a lazy wave before heading for the couches* Somethin' amiss, finch? Other than, y'know... the whole place goin' glitched?
Reinforcements: *Equally lazy return wave to you, Morpho*
Leisergeist: *lil’ warble*
Morpho: *headtilt at her... how about a mulled no-grade for ya and a chilled cube a' somethin' for me, finch?* *sits on the backrest of the couch rather than like a normal mech* The cold?
Leisergeist: *that sounds nice...* *nods*
Subwoofer: *slinks under one of the tables, audios slicked back*
Morpho: *nods* Ain't much can be done about that... Now I know you don't like gettin' wet, but I don't know if you've had a look at the hot tub.
Leisergeist: *ruffles a bit*
Morpho: *lifts a hand appeasingly* Just sayin', finch. Pool ain't too cold, either. And where didja tuck your blanket? 8)
Pillow And Blankies: *tossed in randomly*
Reinforcements: *That’s..... convenient. Maybe.*
Leisergeist: ++It's in my room++ *pity.... sign language can't quite convey inflections x_o*
Morpho: Ain't doin' you much good there. You want I should get it for you?
Reinforcements: *Almost wants himself a nice blankie. But somehow gathers he'll look slightly less... manly, with such a thing* *Beer gives him pump-burn?*
Barricade: *lumbers out of the back*
Leisergeist: *...little nod?*
Reinforcements: *Takes note of the 'Cade, and makes such his leaning is out of that guy's way*
Morpho: See, that ain't so hard. *hops down from his perch and heads into the back, giving the crankySaleen his space*
Barricade: *is cranky, highly cranky, and decides to snarl warningly at anyone who so much as gets within thirty feet of him*
Reinforcements: *And a-actively moves away to go lean somewhere not so close*
Leisergeist: *is just a harmless little thing who's not doing anything but minding her own business so please to not be growling at her please? x_x*
Morpho: *ain't touchin' your bubble unless forced by geography, bub*
Barricade: *glowers at everyone else.... before destroying and gulping down four cubes in record time*
Penna: *still busy studying the new things in the bar, like that giant spider web*
Delta Sept: *wanders out of the back, not so tired and not so awake and finds a place on the TV couch to sit and be there for a few more minutes*
Storm Shadow: *comes in from outside*
Reinforcements: *Notes the people coming in, but keeps his strategic being dull as cutlery as he booth leans*
Lockup: *slinks in, dusty and pinging from driving hard along the backroads of Virginy*
Barricade: *growls at him too, for good bad-tempered measure*
Morpho: *comes back out with the Finch's blanket and heads on over to her, spreading it out* Here ya go, finch.
Storm Shadow: *goes over to Delta and flops on the other end of the couch*
Lockup: *bristles at the growl, giving him a sour look before standing at his customary spot near the bar*
Penna: *turns her attention to the bar below, and prowls*
Delta Sept: *watches Morpho, Leiser over thar and turns to kneading him a Magnum, still watching them*
Storm Shadow: *puuuuurrrrsss and kneads back*
Leisergeist: *fluffspurrs*
Penna: *zooms/tumbles through the bar, well away from any irritable Saleens*
Delta Sept: *snugs, mind wandering*
Storm Shadow: Are you alright? *cuddles*
Morpho: *even plugs it in for her* There ya go, finch. *hops back onto his perch on the backrest of the couch*
Leisergeist: *^_^*
Barricade: *gnaws through another two cubes and stalks into the back*
Penna: *tumbles by, and have a treat aimed for your head?* *caws and tumbles on into the pool room*
Delta Sept: *leans back a bit, watching Storm quietly, and tilts against the back of the couch*
Storm Shadow: *cocks head back*
Morpho: *ping!* *eyes that raven-drone, amused* You ain't got enough legs to hang onto your belongin's, little sister.
Reinforcements: *Tonight is delightfully boring, and mind-scarring free. Wait a minute. Thinking that will probably jinx it!*
Penna: <<is a hopeless drone, only tiny stick legs?>>
Cy: *POUNCES at Penna in the pool room!*
Penna: arrwk! *facehuggers!*
Cy: *Nibbles!*
Penna: *have tiny, stick toes too. So tickles :3*
Cy: *purrs!* *paws at that raven drone*
Storm Shadow: *kneads?*
Penna: *nips at the paw, tumbling back into the bar and the rafters* *catch me if you can?!*
Cy: *chases!*
Delta Sept: *purrs quietly and thumb-kneads at Storm's temples*
Storm Shadow: *PUUUUURRRSSS*
Morpho: *makes sure the finch's got a fresh drink and stretches like a cat, getting to his feet* I gotta go talk to man about a horse. *lazy wave at the locals and heads out to go burn some rubber*
Delta Sept: *kneads a little more*
Leisergeist: *is a purring little ball of finch and blanket <3*
Delta Sept: *purrrrrrrrrrrrs back at both of them*
Storm Shadow: *KNEEADS*
Delta Sept: *works his way down to an arm and kneeeads all up and down it*
Storm Shadow: *oh PUUUUURRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS*
Delta Sept: *kneadknead*
Storm Shadow: *cuddles Delta* *yes is gonna stay here ^________________^*
Delta Sept: *kneeeads down the other arm* *go ahead. isn't making anyone move* *curls up a bit and brings out two controllers, one for each of them* Wanna play?
Storm Shadow: *cocks head a bit* Alright ^^ *takes one*
Delta Sept: *will play and eventually land himself in a bunk again. And he'll invite Leiser in at some point if she wants*