The ICBar Log (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} icbarlog) wrote,@ 2008-12-31 02:07:00 |
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October 30, 2008 - 1 of 2
Penna: *seems to suddenly appear on a rafter over the bar counter*
Luna: *blink blink* Oh... hello there.
Penna: 8D hello to you too
Luna: *finds a stray treat on the counter and offers it?*
Freya: *zzzzzz head under wing*
Penna: *pounces the hand instead, to hang upside-down from it*
Luna: *little laugh* That's bizarre. Having fun?
Penna: bizarre why? And yes *stretches a wing*
Luna: Just... different, is all. *little sigh* I'm restless... I think I'll brave the weather. After all, if we want to live on this planet, we've gotta put up with its bad side.
Reinforcements: *Considering finding somewhere to actually recharge properly, instead of his leaning naps of late*
Penna: will be snow soon, is better
Luna: *sets Penna on the counter* Let Freya sleep. She doesn't rest enough. She knows how to find me later. Good day to you. *leads for the door*
Penna: fly safe, and will not
Luna: bye. *exits... brrr rain >__<* *transforms and takes off*
Penna: *eeeeeeyes the 'Con -__-* *then dives behind the counter hunting for treats*
Reinforcements: *This 'Con be too lazy to bother you right now.*
Penna: *it's alright, more a matter of that a 'Con is here at all 8D*
Reinforcements: *You're gonna have to get over your issue with all 'Cons one day, y'know.*
Penna: *may be a smart one, but still just a drone. And definitely can't imagine that she ever will* *perches at the edge of the counter a good distance away. Tearing her catch open to get at the treats. Though occasionally casting looks at the 'Con*
Splitz: *Drags her silly aft in, once again with a grill tangled into her armor-- looks to be from a Porsche this time >3*
Penna: oO *is there in a flash* *cheeeeeps*
Reinforcements: *Ignoring Penna, and not entirely awake... though definitely casts a look at Splitz for her ah, grill*
Splitz: *Is victorious once again. Bitches should learn to drive before comin’ out in the rain -_-* *Chirps at Penna 83* *Izza shiney, well-polished grill.*
Penna: *but it's a grill, stuck in your armor o__<* *cheeeps some more, and preens the 'coon carefully* needs removing, see someone?
Splitz: *Nodnodnods and horks up the hood emblem 83*
Penna: *looooks at it, hoarding instinct waking, must trade for that....in a bit* can call partner?
Splitz: *Nods again*
Penna: *reaches to touch a toe carefully to the hood emblem, while getting in touch with Nightfall* is pretty *blinks*
Splitz: *Churrs and gives herself a SHOOOOOOKA*
Nightfall: *trots in* hey there *gives a two-fingered salute to Splitz and Penna, then sits down at the floor* Something you wanted me to look at?
Splitz: *SHOOOKAs again, unable to get the grill off herself* Chuuuuuurrrr.
Nightfall: *offers a handful of treats* now, I'd say that you looks stunning with that much shiny metal on you, though maybe something less tight... Let's get it off, shall we?
Splitz: *Nods eagerly, and offers Penna the hood emblem? Present? 83*
Nightfall: *gets to work on carefully removing the grill* want to keep it?
Penna: thank you 8D *offers an ornate pepper pot in return?*
Splitz: *oooh, pretty!*
Sunburn: *walks in, soaking wet and grumbling. One side relatively muddy too*
Penna: *found it in Canada :3*
Nightfall: *gets the grill off, then pauses…before starting to form it into something* *scanning the 'coon for any other damage while he works*
Splitz: *Just a few dents and scrapes, is waaatchin’ you, Nightfall o3o*
Sunburn: *heads into the pool room* -__-
Wildfire: *still lurking at the bottom of the pool*
Nightfall: *carefully bends some pieces, fusing others....possibly starting to have it look like some kind of car*
Splitz: *ooooh, shiney! 8D*
Sunburn: *doesn't really notice her before sinking down into the pool, being busy grumping* *then slowly tilts his head towards her, before stealthily prowling closer*
Wildfire: *watches the cloud of dirt wash off of him in the water* <<.....good times were had?>>
Nightfall: *finishes, and hands over the finished work, that looks rather like a Porsche* could paint it too?
Sunburn: *grumbles* <<if by that you mean the ground deciding to slip away from under your feet>> *pokes at some faint scrapes as the mud covering them comes away*
Splitz: *Prances around him a couple times with a amused purr*
Wildfire: <<Oh dear, that fancy footwork of yours didn't save you?>> *sidles closer*
Sunburn: <<not when having to dodge someone at the same time...>> *grumps still. Then 'catches', pulling her closer if she's fine with it*
Jake Dragen: *stumbles in with a squawk, in full labcoat and scrubs, holding a stethoscope at the ready* OO! this is not my office?
Wildfire: <<*snrt*>> *of course is fine with it, snuggles on*
Reinforcements: *And a looks at the oddly attired human* Nope.
Jake Dragen: *bliiinks again, and puffs a sigh* why when I get a patient with pneumonia..., does the bar bring me in?
Nightfall: *chirps* what have you been up to then, not all good, I hope?
Splitz: *Got hit by a car... raided home depot... terrorized a small neighborhood child....>>*
Reinforcements: *Because it's an awful building that likes to torment...* *Shrug*
Sunburn: *pokes at a ticklish spot in retaliation, then kneads*
Wildfire: *squirms before settling down on him, nibbling at his shoulder in her best interpretation of a preen...........isn't exactly.....equipped with the right facial features for that*
Nightfall: bar is being bad? *grins to Jake, then to Splitz* <<careful with the cars, girl. Some kid up to no good?>>
Splitz: *Lil vandal >(((*
Drucilla: *Comes tumbling out of a cabinet with a yelp*
Reinforcements: *Shifts just enough to look at Dru* ...
Drucilla: ...o.0 Again?!
Sunburn: *slips an arm around her, humming quietly. And does have it a bit easier with the preening thing :3*
Nightfall: *grins, and scritches for both of the drones* <<tell the tale? And give me a call if you need help with some mischief, will you?>>
Wildfire: *curls up against him with a tired chirp, all the rest she's getting and still does not feel refreshed* <<Weather still biting back?>>
Splitz: *Shows him her multi-colored backside* *Little punk had spray paint and found me nappin’ under a bush >____<*
Nightfall: *wags a finger* <<tsk, at him, or her. Menaces, some of those kids>>
Sunburn: <<the rain doesn't seem to be giving up anytime soon. We have been spending time out and about though>> *kneads/preeeens*
Splitz: *Dun worry. His mom's taking him in for rabies shots >3*
Wildfire: *relaaaxes slowly but surely* <<I was out for a bit…trying to collect my thoughts.>>
Nightfall: *having thought about it, and at Penna's urging* <<now, we ought to come up with some fun tomorrow 83>>
Splitz: *Yuuuus*
Sunburn: <<it's quieter...much to think about?>>
Wildfire: <<...perhaps. I...can't...something intangible that I...*sighs* There is much to think of.>>
Nightfall: *have been pondering to go sneaking, like he did last year, possibly send his hologram around trick or treating too. Penna pondering making a change of appearance for the day*
Jake Dragen: *hello, bar come away from face from forced sleep attack by Mun**blinks a bit owlishly*
Drucilla: *...comes out from behind the bar grabbing a coffee for herself... and one for the sleepydoc she notices thar o.o*
Jake Dragen: *8D waves at Dru*
Sunburn: *pauses to dig a small rock out from between two plates* o__< <<if you need to talk, I'm always here. It's not been easy, any of it>>
Drucilla: Hey there, Jake. *Haffa coffee, mebbe a hug too?*
Wildfire: <<...*matter of factly* I enjoyed destroying Bane and would do it again if he was to miraculously survive....is that wrong of me?>>
Jake Dragen: *will gladly take both with a happy Jakeface* how are you Dru?
Drucilla: Doin’ alright. ^_^ *Gestures to one of the booths?* How about you?
Jake Dragen: *goes to said booth* good...Angel's teething >.o *points to his shoe...with teethmarks*
Drucilla: *Chuckles* Remind me not to wear my good boots and coat over for awhile then
Jake Dragen: *sighs and nods, chuckling then shaking his head* I think she'll smell trig and try and cuddle in your stuff if you do...or anything of yours
Drucilla: *Laughs* True, true. Might distract her from your shoes at least.
Jake Dragen: *nodnods, then puts a head in his hand, watching her*
Drucilla: *Tilts her head at this* ..what's up?
Jake Dragen: *shrugs, smiling* Just lookin' at ya
Sunburn: *thinks, then shakes his head* <<he'd hurt so many, leaving all of us...strained. I know you, that it's not easy to carry...>>
Drucilla: *Chuckles* Alright then. ^^ *Sips at her coffee, amused*
Wildfire: <<...I -enjoyed- his pain. What kind of Autobot do I make?>>
Jake Dragen: *smiles at her, Mr. happy doctor Jake <3*
Drucilla: *Is glad he'zza happy Doctor Jake, this makes for a happy Troopergal ^_^*
Lightning: *wanders her silver bum in, bored as always and in an awesome mood*
Sunburn: *touches her shoulder lightly* <<I'm still so new to this, what I should be working towards. It's something I understand, wanting to hurt someone like Bane. The difference is how you are feeling about it now, doubting yourself so much after how you felt then>>
Lightning: *heads over to a table of her own and will not be having any cubes today, kthx*
Swifthunt: *transforms over the parking lot and steps in, peering about*
Wildfire: *clings to him, resting her chin on his shoulder* <<...I only regret that I am not sorry for wanting to tear him apart. He was a monster, yes. But it is so easy to turn that way, really. *softly* Far too easy.>>
Jake Dragen: *leans back a bit, looking at Dru* so how have you been?
Drucilla: busy. People tend ta get real... stupid 'round Halloween. *Rolls her eyes*
Speedtrap: *Comes out of the back, black paint mirror-polished*
Reinforcements: *Should seriously consider finding somewhere to nap. He's falling asleep leaning on the bar counter again...*
Swifthunt: *steps away from the door with a little sigh, heads to the counter to snag two cubes and hops onto the rafters*
Sunburn: *tilts his head* <<I know, but you haven't>>
Wildfire: <<....*wry chuckle* ...yet.>>
Speedtrap: *Heads over to Dru*
Sunburn: <<now, that's just pessimistic. *kneads* Maybe it wasn't right, as you see it. But you're aware, watching yourself, that says a lot>>
Lightning: *watches the place quietly, feet propped up on the chair beside her*
Wildfire: *laughs* <<Alright, perhaps I am being a bit harsh on myself. I'm old, I'm allowed.>>
Drucilla: *Looks up at Trappers and smiles* Ey, Trappers, what's up?
Speedtrap: Gonna be leavin' for a while, baby girl.
Drucilla: ...somethin’ up?
Speedtrap: Bane's dead. Got somethin' I put off ta take care a'.
Drucilla: Alright, Papa Bear... how long you gonna be gone?
Jake Dragen: *pauses in starting to answer her, looking at Speedtrap*
Speedtrap: 'Bout a week, prolly.
Sunburn: *snorts softly, then purrrrs* <<I can think of several mechs around here who's 'old', haven't counted you among them>>
Drucilla: ...okay. Be careful, alright?
Speedtrap: Will do. Be back by th' eighth, at th' latest.
Wildfire: <<.....shall we be wicked and name them? :3 >> *nuzzles and purrblblslsls since they're underwater oo;; *
Drucilla: Sounds good. Drive safe. People are getting’ stupid on t' roads.
Speedtrap: You be careful too. *Prods her carefully with a knuckle* You ain't in one piece, I tear apart whoever's responsible, got it?
Drucilla: *Chuckles* Yes, yes, of course. ^_^
Sunburn: *chuckles quietly*
Wildfire: <<You first, lest they're listening. XD; >>
Optimus Prime: *is always listening*
Reinforcements: *GAH!!!*
Sunburn: *HEY!*
Lightning: *okay, enough of this, time to go chase that Cougar again* *gets up and heads on out*
Wildfire: *............oo; omggggg*
Optimus Prime: *nods to Lightning on his way in and moves to his usual, sans cueb* Evening.
Speedtrap: *Gathers up several cubes, stowing them, before heading out*
Reinforcements: *And hey, look! It's time to go!* *Pushes himself up off the bar counter, and rather quickly exits the bar*
Optimus Prime: *... saw that and, yeah, he was right* *changes his mind about that cube*
Swifthunt: *still working on his first cube up on the rafters, keeping an optic out on the world below*
Reinforcements: *Is much happier out in the cold rainy cold parking lot*
Jake Dragen: *looks at Dru once Speedtrap is gone, smiling a bit*
Perseco: *flounces outta the back*
Drucilla: *Offers a grin back, bleching when she sips at her coffee and it's COLD T_T*
Optimus Prime: *watches the place half-heartedly, mind elsewhere, and distantly so*
Jake Dragen: *snickers a bit at that, and orders some warm joe for them both, handing her the warm cup* try this instead 8D *it’s gormeeeet!*
Optimus Prime: *finishes his cube and nods to the place before up and heading out again*
Drucilla: *Oh my god, it's almost better than sex @@*
Reinforcements: *Lurking in the parking lot in alt, with his back bumper pressed up against the outer wall of the building*
Speedtrap: *VANILLA!*
Drucilla: *SHUSH YOU*
Perseco: *puts a nice old announcement up on the wall- COMING SOON, DECEPTICON EVALUATIONS :3 *
Optimus Prime: *nods to Rein in the parking lot, pauses... and looks toward the gardens, then back at Rein*
Swifthunt: *.................... >_< growls subsonically and heads out onto the roof*
Reinforcements: *Ack... He's looking at me... If I don't move, he'll let me alone, right?*
Perseco: *That means you, SWIFT*
Swifthunt: *... just try, medic, just TRY*
Optimus Prime: *offers him a small smile and turns a bit to face him more fully* You know... I never did catch your designation.
Perseco: *Will, of course oo; *
Reinforcements: *Is just glad that he has no expression as a vehicle* I'm ah... Reinforcements. *T_T I'mma die....*
Swifthunt: *... you do that, for all the good it'll do you*
Optimus Prime: *debates something... oh, debates it* Ah. Apologies. There are so many of us here now, it's hard to keep up sometimes.
Reinforcements: *Would reeeaaaally like to flee, but knowing the bar it'd just drag him back because it CONSPIRES against him* Ah.... Yes. I um... Yeah.
Optimus Prime: *watches him, equally pitying and curious* *takes a step back and slips down easily into a crouch, feigning interest in a small plant that's grown through a crack in the asphalt here, no doubt one of many, then looks back up at him* Are you alright? You seem... ill at ease.
Reinforcements: *Leans ever so slightly on his tires away from him* I'm fine. Good. But I have to go. *And takes off just short of peeling out, for he cannae takes it no more.*
Optimus Prime: *watches Rein go with a little sigh and sits there for a moment before shifting down into his alt and driving off*
Perseco: *toddles off to the medbay to go poke around*
Stress Proof: *is raunchily singing at the top of his vox*
Ratchet: *... in the name of Primus, someone put me out of his misery, please ><;*
Chirapsio: *can I have NO NORMAL WELL-BEHAVING PATIENTS?!*
Perseco: *oooh Ratchet 83 *
Stress Proof: *.... I'm a MEDIC. I'm allowed, nay, expected, to be a HORRIBLE patient 8DDD*
Lifeline: *is once glad that he’s not in the medbay oo*
Perseco: *walks in the medbay and hops up on a berth*
Ratchet: *looks up* Stress, neck injury or not I'm going to ...! <<Good day, Perseco.>>
Perseco: <<Hello, sir. ^_^ >>
Chirapsio: *rocks back and forth in a corner of the medbay @@*
Perseco: *Chiro, my office is always open oo;;; *
Stress Proof: *ohey, visitors, SHUTS UP* Good evening, Perseco ^__^
Chirapsio: *rocket-CLINGS to Perseco* 8D
Perseco: *lil’ wave* Hello, sir. You have a great singing talent. *SQUEALS @@ *
Ratchet: *DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM!*
Stress Proof: Thankee ^__^
Perseco: *83 Encourage? Me? X3 I do no such thing*
Chirapsio: *whiiiiiiiiines at Stress*
Perseco: *.............hands Chiro a spider ball? oo;; *
Chirapsio: I think I need therapy. @@ Or a vacation.
Perseco: ...I have a office? And a few comfortable berths? Oo;
Stress Proof: *is unashamed and smug 83*
Chirapsio: .....Does anyone else know where it is? Namely two mech I won't mention but I DON'T WANT BARRICADE AND SPEEDTRAP TO FIND M- oh, >_<.
Perseco: No one is allowed in unless I allow them in. ^_^ You can hide there.
Chirapsio: *FLAILS*
Perseco: oo;; It's right at the entrance in the hallway, near the door.
Delta Sept: *izza smug Avalanche, sitting there and IS SO ENCOURAGING THIS*
Chirapsio: *rockets out*
Perseco: *flails and sends Erebos ahead of Chiro to unlock the door >< *
Ratchet: *is going to THROTTLE YOU BOTH*
Perseco: *griiins at Ratchet ^___^ *
Delta Sept: *GRIIINS and EYYES Stress* *Stress* <<New song?>>
Stress Proof: *clears his vox meaningfully* Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair / And one could tell by how he walked the he'd drunk more than his share / He fumbled 'round until he could no long keep his feet / And he stumbled off in to the grass to sleep beside the street
Ratchet: *..... mental facepalm* <<How have you been, Perseco?>>
Perseco: <<I have been quite well. Getting ready for the Decepticon evaluations.>>
Hushabye: *is sure to make those HELL for her <3*
Perseco: *knows T___T *
Ratchet: *ducks his head and considers whacking Stress with something. Preferably multiple times* <<You'll be careful, of course. Are there any safety measures you need help with?>>
Delta Sept: *PURRRS and starts right in with him* Ring-ding didle idle i de-o / Ring dye didley i oh / He stumbled off in to the grass to sleep beside the street
Hushabye: *comes in, for some reason, feeling oddly excited about something*
Perseco: <<Umm. Well, I'm thinking my office won't...be...quite...suitable.. ^_^; >>
Hushabye: *she may want to do it somewhere...public. There are some Cons that wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of an Autobot headshrinker*
Perseco: *could name.........about five of them*
Stress Proof: About the time two young and lovely girls just happened by / One says to the other, with a twinkle in her eye / "See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong a handsome built / I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt"
Ratchet: <<I know you're loath to sacrifice your patients' privacy, Perseco, but I would really like to consider a bodyguard, in addition to your drone.>> *Primus help him, is going to replace your vox with a little girl's, Rover >_________o*
Delta Sept: Ring-ding didle idle i de-o / Ring dye didley i oh / I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt *ohhhhh, payback is a BITCH, ain't it? >3*
Hushabye: *bad singing senses....tingling DX**grumbles and lurks to the bar*
Perseco: <<...who?>>
Ratchet: *would set you two to clean cacti juice from the Topkick's firing range if he could get away with it, WOULD* <<You know them better than I do, Perseco. But I would really prefer to know you have more help and don't need it, than belatedly know you needed help and didn't have it.>> FOR THE LOVE OF LITTLE APPLES, STRESS -!
Perseco: *giggles* <<I will keep that in mind, I won't go head first into a situation without thinking it through of course.>>
Stress Proof: 83 They crept up on the sleeping Scotsman quite as could be / They lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see / And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt / Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
Delta Sept: *pauses at that and ROFLS for a moment. little apples, indeed!* -ley i oh / Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
Ratchet: *AGHAGHAGH ponders getting a sound chip that squeaks like a baby chick and REPLACING the Rover's* <<I know you always do so, Perseco. This is different. You well know they'll all be out to make it as difficult and dangerous as possible.>>
Perseco: <<Oh of course. They always do. I'm...mildly concerned about a few of them *SWIFT* but...it's my job.>>
Blackjack: *comes out from the back and goes to his corner* *tune tune*
Swifthunt: *it's not me you should be worried about, I WON'T BE THERE*
Perseco: *You have to, I'm afraid.*
Swifthunt: *will respect the General's orders, of course... but will find a way, some way, any way*
Perseco: *Stop pretending like I'm gonna put a bullet in that helm --;; You can bring Warbird along if you want and I can do two for the price of one*
Hushabye: *stretches out extravagantly, izza shiny Lambo*
Stress Proof: *you wouldnae daaaaaaare, and ye know it* They marveled for a moment, then one said "We must be gone. / Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along" / As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied in to a bow / Around the bonnie star the Scotts kilt did lift and show Did I nae see some sort of ribbon in the last inventory, suh? X3
Redback: *also comes into the bar* G'day
Blackjack: Hey Reddy
Delta Sept: *starts into the next like and... ooooooohell, did NOT realize you two were like that. no wonder you're constantly at each other's throats* OO;;;; Wow.
Ratchet: ........................................
Perseco: *delicate geegle over heeyah*
Hushabye: *leers over to the two Autobots that just entered, arching and thusly making his back go snap...snapsnapsnappop*
Stress Proof: That's what they all say, I'm sure. Now the Scotsman woke to natures call and stumbled for the trees / Behind the bush he lifts his kilt, and gawks at what he sees / And in a startled voice he says, to what's before his eyes, / "Lad, I don't know where you’ve been, but I see you've won first prize"
Perseco: @o That's a provocative song...
Chirapsio: *could sing that song in his sleep ><.*
Perseco: *My office is nice and quiet except for the trickle of the koi pond <3 *
Chirapsio: *is dead to the world <3333333333333333333333*
Stress Proof: *that's cheating, you know ^__^*
Delta Sept: *after he's finished breaking another piston, he's laughing so hard* *loud and as off-key as he can possibly get his vox to run* Ring-ding didle idle i de-o / Ring dye didley i oh / Lad, I don't know where you've been, but I see you've won first prize *PURR*
Blackjack: *would pay money to have you do that again for me, Del :P *
Erebos: *issa a being good and guarding over the chinchin ^^^^_^^^^ *
Molly: *comes into the bar* *hmm....* *shrugs and takes a seat, waving to BJ and Reddy*
Delta Sept: *.......................... YOU HEARD NOTHING. THAT NEVER HAPPENED*
Ratchet: *ruuuuuubs at his faceplate, ruuuuuuubs* Perhaps we should speak somewhere quieter -___-;
Blackjack: ++Hello++
Redback: *nods and smiles to her*
Perseco: My of-oh no. oo; Ummmm.
Swifthunt: *outta cubes, weather's vile... slips back in through the skylight, trying to leave as much water outside as possible*
Redback: *gets out some ART to work on*
Molly: *orders a Bloody Mary ‘cos she's in the mood to try something different*
Blackjack: ++how are you, Molly?++
Molly: ++Good. Work's been busy... and I've had strange dreams about this place, but I'm good++ ^_^
Blackjack: ++What kind of dreams?++
Molly: ..... ++I don't remember them now++
Swifthunt: *drops down with his usual economic grace and heads to the counter*
Molly: *watches the Seeker*
Stress Proof: Ye could let me out. 'Twould be very quiet in here if'n ye did 83
Blackjack: *strums*
Diane: *Heads from her office to the kitchen, wanting pepper slices and hummus*
Swifthunt: *flicks the merest look at the human before giving his usual nod to Diane* Mi- Diane.
Diane: *Smiles at him* Swifthunt. It's good to see you again.
Ratchet: One, it's not my call. Two, no. Three, I -will- find someone to sit on you, Rover -___-
Perseco: *watching these two like a tennis match*
Delta Sept: *purrrrrpurrrrpurrrrrsmuuuugpuuuuurrrrrr
Blackjack: *nods to Diane*
Redback: G'day
Swifthunt: *nods* You are well? *hey, look, got those three words out somewhat naturally, PROGRESS!*
Diane: Very well, thank you. Yourself?
Swifthunt: *shrugs minutely* I'm... well. Well enough. *gestures to the roof and the rain outside*
Perseco: Sir, um, what about your office? At the base? You could always station someone here to watch Stress Proof. ^_^;
Hushabye: *is looking at the bar, optics staaaring*
Molly: *nom nom nom driiink*
Ratchet: ............ *EYES the Rover and the Avalanche*
Stress Proof: *izza LAMB! Right, Delta?*
Diane: *Makes a face* Damn nasty weather. It makes me want to hole up somewhere and sleep.
Swifthunt: *nods a bit* Patrols must be flown, however. And so they will. *nabs two cubes, throwing a split-second look at the grounder at the Bar, then... um, er... the usual Irish Coffee for Diane roomba'd to her? o.o*
Delta Sept: *purrrrrrrPURRRRRRRR* We'll be fine, don't worry about us. I'll watch over him. Promise.
Diane: Oh, thank you! *Takes a sip, has whipped cream on the tip of her nose*
Perseco: You see? ^_^
Ratchet: ...................... Primus help me. Base it is.
Swifthunt: *um................................... havva napkin between two talon-tips*
Perseco: *giggles* What trouble could they possibly get into?
Molly: *smiles*
Diane: *Blinka... OH! Blushes a bit, and blots the cream off her nose* ...hee?
Ratchet: Don't tempt them -___- *heads to the medbay door, waiting for her*
Blackjack: *spooky strum*
Perseco: *hops off the berth with a chipper lil’ chirp and follows*
Swifthunt: *conversation FLAIL* You are... in a good mood.
Delta Sept: *purrrrpurrrrpurrrrrr* *waiiiits for it*
Diane: I like Halloween. It's a fun holiday, and always puts me in a good mood.
Ratchet: *and out into the Main Room with a quick nod to everyone, snagging a mid-grade as he passes the counter*
Perseco: *follows.........optics on his aft-er back! >.>;;;; *
Delta Sept: *aaaand BURSTS into giggles as soon as they're gone*
Swifthunt: *tilts his head minutely, checking* Candy. Costumes. An encouragement to mischief. It seems... *goes rigid as the Autobot CMO and the medicfemme pass him* It seems to have all things that encourage a good mood.
Diane: *Nods* Without the stress of family or gifts or big meals.
Stress Proof: Och, I need to find a way to lock them in here so I can "convince" them to let me abooot. *smiles at the giggling*
Hushabye: *looks rather bored, making a big yawning motion*
Redback: *art workings* ^_^
Blackjack: *strum strum*
Molly: *watches the bar*
Delta Sept: *looks over at him from where he'd flopped on the floor*.... Or we could just keep terrorizing them.
Stress Proof: Nae point to that if'n they keep running away 83
Swifthunt: *considers* That is not something I'm altogether familiar with. If.... no offense, it is not enjoyable, when the point is to make it so, why celebrate in the same fashion?
Delta Sept: .... We have comms.
Stress Proof: I've tried 83 It doesnae have quite the same effect.
Diane: Because that's what's expected. We're expected to show up, to grin and bear it, and pretend we love and cherish the selfsame people that we loathe the rest of the year.
Penny Feely: *Even my mother? DX *
Diane: *I have to put up with my mother--even Warbird won't go near her!*
Penny Feely: *.........let's put those two on a island somewheres? ..........away? faaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away?*
Diane: *...YES*
Molly: *drinks* *hick-up* >__>
Swifthunt: *nods a bit at that* Those are obligations. This one is not.
Delta Sept: *blink*..... *grumbles*..... Well, there's always next time.
Penny Feely: * 83 *
Stress Proof: Damn right. Would ye do me a favor, Delta?
Diane: That's what makes it so much fun. We don't have to do anything, but if we want to, it's so much fun!
Delta Sept: *lil purr* Yeah?.... OO; Aw, slag... Your sand. ><
Blackjack: *strum strum strum*
Stress Proof: *chuckles* Well, that too. But I meant feed my beggaring rodent ^__^
Swifthunt: *nods* Will you be... doing something, then?
Diane: Oh, I have something in mind... *Grins*
Swifthunt: o.O; That is... good, I imagine.
Delta Sept: *looks over at the little heathen with a huffle* Sure. Just tell me where his stuff is. *rjkrejksresj gets to his feet and moseys on over to the runt*
Stress Proof: In the cabinet under his cage. There's a long handle measuring cup, too. Thankee kindly, Delta.
Rat: *squeaka, is so abused and lonely and won't you feed me? o3o *
Diane: We'll see who finds it funny.
Float: *sails through the door like a comet... a slow-speeding comet armed with a big crinkled paper bag full of Primus knows what*
Delta Sept: *finds the food and measures out... just enough? maybe a little much? oO... and feeds the lil’ bugger*
Stress Proof: *dinnae fall for his beggaring tricks, look at that belly!*
Delta Sept: *probably overfed him anyway* oo;;; There ya go.
Swifthunt: I don't imagine you'll be the only one to.... *headtilt at the drone* ... to find something to do with the holiday. This place seems to... inspire.
Diane: *Nods* Oh, I'm sure I won't be the only one.
Blackjack: *smiles to himself*
Perforate: *No indeed... Mwahahaha...*
Swifthunt: *will be hauling tailfins like an energon bat if the Bar decides to do something bizarre....*
Redback: *orders a mid-grade*
Float: *makes her way to WN's table to present her crinkly, damp paper bag proudly before flopping down into a neat heap*
Stress Proof: Thankee ^__^
Rat: *OMNOMNOMNOM*
Delta Sept: *wanders back over to flop nearish to Stress*
Rat: *nom coma over heeyah*
Delta Sept: *watches the chubby little bastard, fascinated*
Molly: *hick-up*
Stress Proof: *no more yogurt raisins for you until the end of the week -__-*
Hushabye: *yaaawns and stretches out his hyperextendable maw to its full extent, lookit de toofers in that maw 8D*
Swifthunt: *... did the human break or something? o.O* It is an... interesting holiday. It promotes mischief, but not outright malice. It's a thin line.
Molly: O_O *omg teef*
Rat: * T_T You dun love me*
Delta Sept: *not when you weigh more then your master!*
Rat: *isn't overweight! Is under tall ><; *
Hushabye: *and SNAPS them shut with that oh so metallic vice sound, grinning and stretching back with a poof of armor*
Redback: *glances over briefly*
Blackjack: *strum pluck*
Diane: And I like mischief. *Grins wickedly*
Molly: *siips*
Hushabye: *glares at Reddy, and fixes his gaze on the human, unblinkingly*
Swifthunt: I am... I don't... think we have any comparable holiday *a bit nervous at that grin, Primus knows what kind of trouble it could get him into o.o;*
Diane: That's a pity. Everyone needs a day for fun and mischief.
Delta Sept: *.... it's the same thing*
Molly: *bites her lip*
Hushabye: *stares at her, leaning forward a little bit*
Molly: *leans back*
Hushabye: *grins sharply, teeth baring upwards*
Redback: Don't scare her
Rat: *is not T3T *
Swifthunt: *shrugs minutely* Perhaps... there was something like it. I don't know. I'm sure there are many who would enjoy adapting such holidays as their own.
Diane: *It's a very Decepticon-like holiday* These next few years are going to be interesting as we blend our holidays together.
Molly: *um... ooh drink!*
Delta Sept: *is too* oO
Penny Feely: *saunters in*
Hushabye: *looks over at Redback* and you’re to give me authority?
Redback: *sigh*
Hushabye: *pulls maw up into a grin, chuckling darkly* that’s what I thought.
Penny Feely: *flops down at a table and kicks her feet up*
Redback: *looks back at his art* hey Penny
Blackjack: *churrr*
Penny Feely: Hey guys.
Blackjack: How are you, Penny?
Hushabye: *back to his fixated stare on molly*
Molly: *looks at Hush.... and crosses her eyes*
Hushabye: *many things run through his head, mainly 'humans are strange and stupid', but keeps his face plain and blank*
Penny Feely: Tired, but happy I suppose.
Molly: *little smile*
Hushabye: *matches it, only it’s a lot of smile, with a lot of teeth, and maybe a flick of a long silver tongue in there*
Blackjack: Looking forward to Halloween?
Molly: o.O
Hushabye: *makes an obscene gesture with his fingers and tongue**namely the two fingered 'peace' sign and running of the tongue threw it**chuckles and lets it drop before the Autobrats can fuss*
Penny Feely: Is that what time it is? oO;
Molly: O__O
Diane: Got any plans, Penny?
Blackjack: Yes...
Hushabye: *cackles at her face*
Mike Romano: *trips out of the kitchen with a BANG* @@;
Diane: ...for a ghost, you're damned clumsy. o.o
Molly: ++That was very rude++
Mike Romano: *gets up* Well, ah, yannow,, s'how things are.
Hushabye: *snickers* ++get used to it++
Molly: ++Why should I?++
Hushabye: ++because that’s the way your mudball world turns.++ *grins*
Molly: ++But I don't have to put up with gestures like that++ *will ignore him now*
Penny Feely: *giggle* No, I was just gonna.........do nothing. Not even take the mutt out.
Hushabye: ++Lets just pretend you'll ignore them then++ *rumblechucklepurrs again*
Molly: *didn't see that* *orders another drink*
Redback: *art art art*
Blackjack: Aww
Hushabye: *back to staring at her fixatedly then*
Molly: *nom nom drink* *goes to the bar to find some nuts to nibble... or maybe candy!*
Hushabye: *optics follow her, intently*
Molly: *hunts through cabinets*
Ghost Strike: *HAITHAR O_____O* *was in the process of snagging himself a cube and pauses to watch the huntin' hoooman with some puzzlement*
Molly: *woah! big snake!*
Ghost Strike: *eyes her minutely, then goes back to CRRRRRRRRNCHing his cube*
Delta Sept: *purrs a bit and streetches out on the floor*
Mike Romano: *looks for a drink*
Penny Feely: *tosses a sugar packet at Mike. >.> wasn't me*
Diane: *Snickers*
Mike Romano: *......TACKLES AT PENNY 8D*
Molly: *finds candies and takes them back to her table and drink*
Hushabye: *hasn’t once broken his stare on Molly, maybe even in fact increased it*
Molly: *nibbles*
Swifthunt: o.O
Penny Feely: *knocked right off the chair with a squeaaaaaaaaaal*
Molly: O.o
Blackjack: *chuckles*
Mike Romano: >8D
Penny Feely: That's for the one time I tackled you? Isn't it? *gigglefit*
Mike Romano: Maybe?
Mike Romano: *chuckles and heads back into the kitchen and is bamfed elsewhere*
Penny Feely: *d'aw pouts*
Delta Sept: *blinks as he rolls over on his side... and something around his neck jingles* OO;;;;; DDDDD8 What tha-?!
Diane: *Has tiny horns and one hell of a scar on a thigh--in the shape of the Decepticon symbol, and is otherwise completely unbothered*
Swifthunt: o______O *is LEAVING*
Diane: Goodnight Swifthunt. Safe winds. *Smiiiiiles*
Penny Feely: *picks herself up....* .......Funny.....I don't remember this being in my closet...
Blackjack: O__o
Hushabye: *blinks...and suddenly looks a bit like a demon dredged up from the pits of hell. Spikes gone OMFG SPIKEY and teeth protruding from maw. And rather skeletal in appearance**blinks* hmmn...
Redback: Oh... what the?
Diane: *I make a better devil*
Delta Sept: *tries to pull the damn thing off and finds... it's not budging, despite all his strength*.... *ears and tail DROOP* Whyyyyy?
Stress Proof: *eyes him, amusedly* Ye did check the calendar, Delta?
Penny Feely: *twirls around, flaring the coat out* Always did like pin stripes.
Delta Sept: *keeens at him* No. Why? What's today?
Tekk: *Watches from the kitchen doorway*
Molly: *is a ZOMBIE* o.o *oooh* *is covered in fake blood with ripped clothes and everything*
Float: *zz_zo.... wait... everyone's in costume!* ^^________________^^ *tears her bag apart and retrieves a hat for herself, and a hat for her master!*
Redback: *head, meet table*
Penny Feely: ...............Oh........my........god, Float. *XD*
Float: ^^_______________________^^
Blackjack: *looks down at the bat symbol* Primus.... looks like I took your idea from last year, Penny.
Diane: Oh my god that is so cute! *Flails, for her phone is... definitely not in this corset*
Drucilla: *Walks in...STUMBLES* What in the HOLY HELL?! o___0
Eva Marshall: *walks in* .......
Drucilla: *Is suddenly GRATEFUL that Trappers ain't around*
Diane: ...oh I love this holiday.
White Noise: *fails to understand what purpose this serves, but it does seem to create a positive emotional input on Float, with no harm done* *thus, is tolerable*
Eva Marshall: This isn't what I expected. @@;
Erebos: *runs outta the back on the wall, to the rafters oooo.oooo;;;; *
Tekk: *Smiles at Eva--with fangs!--as he remembers her*
Jake Dragen: *stumbles in...* not again!
Stress Proof: 'Tis Halloween, Delta ^__^ Go out and get yuirself some fun!
Eleanor: *enters with a baby in a tiny Viking helmet* Oh god...
Drucilla: *HOLYFUCKS internally at Diane's AGHGHGHGH shoes*
Delta Sept: *TUUUUGS on his ears, and slaggit, they're not budging either!*...... *WILTS*.... No... No, I'm staying in here, thanks.
Diane: *They're only five and a half inches...*
Eleanor: *scoots into a corner and looks around* Um... happy Halloween?
Jake Dragen: *looks around and...nosebleeds**thank god for helmets!* happy indeed...
Blackjack: Hi Ele. ^__^
Stress Proof: *gives Delta a STERN LOOK! and points at the door* Out, ye sparklet. Go have yuirself some FUN.
Drucilla: *FIVE AND A HALF INCHES TOO TALL @___@ HOOOW CAN YOU WALK IN THOSE? DDD8*
Redback: I'm gonna want a stronger drink. *high-grade ahoy!*
Eva Marshall: *gack, too many people, swaggers off to the side*
Penny Feely: *snickers* Dude, I have a pistol in my stockings. oo; *pulls it up and clickas it* .....Lighter, laaaaaame.
Float: *CHASES AFTER ERE!*
Molly: *playful zombie moooooan* *is amused by the fact that all the girls are sexy except her*
Tekk: A few too many people, Miss Marshall? *Smirks*
Jake Dragen: *lifts his blaster up* i've got a big space rifle? 8D
Eva Marshall: Too many people coming in at once. Easy for a lil’ gal to get run over. *grins*
Delta Sept: *aaaand ears go DROOP again* No.
Stress Proof: Dinnae make me drag ye out XD
Erebos: *flails and runs all over the rafters*
Diane: *Sashays over to Dru on those toothpick thin heels--is nearly equal height*
Jake Dragen: *grins and walks up to Dru...AKA Leia**points the rifle at her playfully* you’re an enemy of the empire! I'll have to take you in.
Baby Tobias: *zzzzz*
Drucilla: *Blinks, at... is that Jake in the stormtrooper costume? o.o*
Penny Feely: *good time to steal that biscotti, bounces off to the kitchen >3 *
Tekk: Stand with me a while--I will keep you... safe. *Fangy grin*
Eva Marshall: .....o.o;
Jake Dragen: *lifts helmet, just a little bit**grins*
Molly: *zombie walks towards the stormtrooper*
Tekk: *Laughs* It is not a half hour into the day, and I am already quite enjoying this holiday.
Delta Sept: Ha. The slag you can. OwwwO
Blackjack: ..... does Batman even play the guitar? *oooh cape*
Stress Proof: ^__^ Precisely why ye shouldnae make me do it.
Redback: *is drinking and is amused*
Drucilla: *Chuckles... but cannae go anywhere, these heels are really weird to walk in...holy hell the redhead is tall in those hell!shoes o.o*
Optimus Prime: *wanders in, rubbing at his forehead* Eveni-*pauses as he suddenly realizes... he can't feel half of his forehead*
Eleanor: Um.... I don't know BJ. Oooh I jingle again. *little shimmy*
Jake Dragen: *is rather amused by this...just has to remind himself to keep looking at Dru's face 8D not elsewhere >>;;;*
Diane: Enemy of the Empire she may be... but give the devil her due. *Grins, toying with the chain*
Blackjack: .... Good evening, sir!
Penny Feely: *peeks out of the kitchen with the biscotti jar in hand* .........Holy hell, go Optimus.
Jake Dragen: *steps in* hey now, she’s my gal *grins a bit* and -my- prisoner *arm around her shoulders 83*
Drucilla: Wai...wah? *Aww hell, this thing comes with the chain too? o___o*
Tekk: *To Penny* I baked those last night.
Delta Sept: I'm not gonna. You're gonna sit right there, I'm gonna sit right here, and we'll both be happy. *why... is his tail moving?*
Molly: 8D
Optimus Prime: *looks at himself, at the room.... and is CONFUSED*.... *blink*
Diane: *Grins again* I could perhaps take both of you to my domain... but I doubt you'd survive. *Eases one of the garters, smirking*
Ghost Strike: *has discovered the Bar's sense of humor... and costumes... is execrable* *horkhorkHORKHORK.... doesnae remember EATING that one o____O;*
Blackjack: Happy Halloween
Penny Feely: 83 Didja? Well, lucky me.
Tekk: *Grins* I thought you might need more, since you ran off with the last of what I baked.
Jake Dragen: *smiles* I’d have to kindly decline, I have...empire duties to attend to later on. *maybe concerning the rebel princess/slave >>;; mebbe*
Stress Proof: ... Are ye giving me a hand up, or do I have to do it meself? 83 *young feller me lad, yui're NAE spending the holiday locked up*
Penny Feely: I always get the biscotti. ^_^
Drucilla: *Is a bit more concerned with the fact that 'wtf she hazza leash D8' then the conversation between Jake and Diane*
Hushabye: *stands up...and has cloth around him? eh, oh well*
Diane: *Lets the chain slither out of her hands slooooooowly* Too, too bad... I would have enjoyed that.
Optimus Prime: *blinks and... quietly heads to his usual to try and figure out... just how this stuff is even on him to begin with*
Penny Feely: *run, Dru, run*
Jake Dragen: *will be a good boy and not play with that leash. Will be a good boy...MUST be a good boy**...grrriiins* I could have been Jabba?
Eleanor: *goes over to the girls to say Hi*
Drucilla: *....part of me dun wanna run o3o* ...Jabba's kinda gross though o.o *Besides, who says you have to be good? >>;*
Jake Dragen: 8D hence why I’m this! *opens arms* and I got a big gun 8D *holds up the...very much plastic blaster rifle*
Delta Sept: *whiiine!* Stress... Don't. *doesn't wanna be seen like this!*
Drucilla: *Chuckles*
Eleanor: Hey Penny, Diane and everyone
Stress Proof: I guarantee ye, Delta, yui'll nae be the only one. Go have a peek, at least.
Jake Dragen: *and don’t have to be...all good...izza mischievous doctor...ESPECIALLY with the troopergal dressed like that*
Diane: *Saunters off, letting her ribbons and laces sway with her hips*
Drucilla: *Exactly! Mischief is fun! 83*
Optimus Prime: *it's clothy... it's plastic... and it's sticking to him as such without tearing, and he can still see just fine with it on*... Interesting.
Molly: *goes back to her drink and candy... alone*
Jake Dragen: *loops an arm around Dru’s waist* I’m sure the empire would like its prisoner back 8D
Hushabye: *oh you’re not alone Molly, just look behind you*
Blackjack: You're wearing a mask, Optimus... you look like the Phantom of the Opera. 8D
Molly: *looks and yelps tonelessly*
Drucilla: Assuming you c'n keep me, eh? *Grins cheekily*
Hushabye: *deeep bassy, enough vibrato bass to be felt, chuckle*
Delta Sept: ><... What about you?
Jake Dragen: *leans against blaster* oh...I think I could arrange something
Molly: O_O ..... *wriggles her bloody fingers at him, wanting his braaaains*
Stress Proof: *grins cheekily* Now ye know why I wanted to be on me feet already. Dinnae fret over me, Delta. With any luck I'll be mobile tomorrow, and I have a wee bit of something put away for the occasion 83
Hushabye: *griiins his pointy teeth at her*
Perforate: *Pads in through the front door, head held low and at least nine feet of tongue dragging, armor grayed out and covered liberally with rust and barnacles, all of which are looking at everyone* *Utters a choked, gurgling moanish sound*
Molly: *er... a little less enthusiastic now* ++you look very Halloween-like++
Drucilla: *Chuckles* 'm pretty stubborn, y'know. *Slips outta his grip to saunter her way over to the bar, and mebbe a drink 8D*
Penny Feely: *shares biscotti with Molly and Ele?*
Optimus Prime: I thought it was something, but... It's different. *small smile* I wish I could see it.
Jake Dragen: *follows her, putting his helmet under an arm* oh come now. Do I have to get forceful? *griins and mebbe pokes her with the blaster*
Penny Feely: ......holy crap..........Perforate wins the creepiest damn thing I've seen. Hands down.
Tekk: *Frowns at that* That is... disquieting.
Drucilla: *....might like that >>* Maybe... *Pokes back*
Donovan Allen: *falls out of a cabinet* Whaaaaa? O.o
Delta Sept: <-->;;;;; I could walk you out with me? <^___^>;;;
Molly: *oooh! nomnom* ++Thanks!++
Hushabye: *scowls over at Perf* nasty beast...
Eleanor: Thank you!
Blackjack: I could send you an image of yourself?
Leisergeist: *wanders into the bar... and stops short* *...cheep?*
Donovan Allen: *stands up, a bit confused... but has a sword ^_____^*
Contrail: *Wanders in from the back... feels somethin’ weird on her backside... lil’ ball of fuzz? o_0*
Hushabye: *ooooh, something to stalk over**head over to Donno*
Redback: G'day Donno!
Donovan Allen: Heya Reddy!
Perforate: *Shuffles his way on in, even stinking of rust and barnacles, and opens his jaws a bit wide to let forth a trickle of old, viscous, very real mech fluid* Is my costume elaborate enough?
Eleanor: *giggles* Looking good, Don!
Donovan Allen: *I seeee you Hush*
Baby Tobias: *wakes up* WAH!
Donovan Allen: *tips his hat to Eleanor* Thank you
Jake Dragen: *chuckles and maybe makes a grab for that chain*
Eleanor: >__o Um, excuse me for a moment.
Hushabye: *grins and gets REAL close to Donno’s face* ready to face your ultimate demise?
Penny Feely: ....it's effective. That's for sure.
Crucifer: *steps in, is gonna have the surprise of his life* ^__^ Perforate, that is absolutely, terrifyingly wonderful. *pauses* .... Oh, my ^___^;;;
Molly: O.o
Optimus Prime: *nods* I'd like that, if you don't mind.
Drucilla: *Blinks down at it, then at him, with a grin.* Well, now what're ya gonna do, hmm?
Donovan Allen: Sure ^_^ *has a sword! flicks it around*
Leisergeist: *someone please to be explaining this? D:*
Eleanor: *moves through the bar and heads to the medbay* Shhh Tobias, you're okay.
Jake Dragen: *smirks and again wraps an arm around her* first. A drink *orders one*
Stress Proof: Yui're going to have to give me a hand up, Delta. And not a word to the medics! 8DDD
Blackjack: *OP* <<*data send: image*>>
Diane: *Orders something... flaming*
Contrail: *Squeaks and looks around, one big fluffeh bunny ear flicking*
Blackjack: ++Hi Leiser. Happy Halloween++
Donovan Allen: En garde Hush!
Drucilla: Not gonna argue with that ^_^
Hushabye: *snickers and pokes him*
Donovan Allen: *pokes back with the sword, so there*
Leisergeist: *chirrups*
Perforate: Excellent... *All the barnacles focus upon Cruci* Very intriguing, yours. For all I can 'see' it, anyhow.
Penny Feely: *perches on a edge of a table, feet kicking idly, amused by her shoes and stockings*
Jake Dragen: *beams, and takes a seat**must stare at her face x.x lookit her face...*
Hushabye: *tries to bite that sword >D not to break it tho*
Drucilla: *Hahaha, hard ain't it? XDDDD*
Optimus Prime: *looks that over and shakes his head, very nearly laughing at himself* Oh, Primus...
Donovan Allen: *nuuuu! Mine!*
Jake Dragen: *you have incredibly no idea...x.x*
Hushabye: *pooooooooookes him*
Diane: *Looks at all the girls... dammit, there aren't enough yummy men in here!*
Donovan Allen: *POKES BACK! XDDD*
Delta Sept: *purrpurrs and gets up to go give Stress a hand up CAAAREFULLY* Not a word, but if you hurt yourself out there... ><;;;
Hushabye: *....tries to pin him >D*
Crucifer: *examines his cane... then his hat* I'm... ah, not entirely sure where these came from ^__^;;;
Donovan Allen: *nnuuuuu you shall never catch El Zorro!*
Perforate: I do imagine it is some manner of bar quirk to aide those who were too lazy to do their own costumes. *Cheaters!*
Hushabye: *even El Zorro must reach his time**follows*
Donovan Allen: *nope, nevar!*
Stress Proof: 'Twill only be a wee while. Get me the bag under the second cabinet, would ye? *izzan excited Rover!*
Molly: *you all look yummy for I want to eat your braaaaaains*
Eleanor: *knocks on the medbay door*
Baby Tobias: *whimpers*
Perforate: *I want to eat your hard drives, and infect you with barnacles. Plus you're all generally yummy anyhow*
Stress Proof: O.O *LIES DOWN before the door hisses open, is INNUCENT*
Eleanor: Hello? Stress?
Diane: *Sashays over to Cruci, liking the dapper look*
Delta Sept: *blinkies* *well, if it makes you happy- OHELL DOOR* <OO>;;;;
Chirapsio: *DO NOT MAKE ME GO ALL HYSTERICAL HOUSEWIFE ON YOUR ASS, STRESS*
Hushabye: *POUNCES for Don, cloak fluttering*
Contrail: *....blinkas at the medbay door opening, bunneh ears twitching o3o*
Crucifer: Is it? That's astonishing, but... to what purpose? There seems to be such a vast variety of costumes... *crouches down and bows a little bow* Good day, Miss Diane ^__^
Leisergeist: *FLOOFAS, and... examines what she can see of her "costume"*
Stress Proof: *IZZA LAMB, 'KAY???* Come in, come in.
Penny Feely: *............dance pole >3 it calls to me*
Diane: Good evening. My, aren't you the dashing gentlemech...
Blackjack: ^__^ *strums 'This is Halloween'*
Delta Sept: *shitprimusslaggitfuckdamnhellcrapfuckin'H
Stress Proof: *the office, lad, the office!*
Perforate: It is a human holiday, of sorts. Halloween.
Delta Sept: *FUCKIN’ DIVES FOR IT*
Eleanor: *comes in with Tobias* Hi... sorry to bother you. The Bar's doing some kind of Halloween thing and it's a little noisy in there for Tobias.
Donovan Allen: *is pounced on!*
Eleanor: .... was that Delta?
Hushabye: *cackles and beckons his sinister voice* your time has come!
Delta Sept: *oo;;;;;... OPRIMUSNONOTTHEKIDTOO!* <T____________________________T>;;;;;;;;
Stress Proof: Hmm? Delta? *is lying down in his little cot, IZZA GOOD PATIENT! <___<* That's a lovely costume, Eleanor ^__^
Donovan Allen: *stabbity stab stab with sword and ducks away*
Eleanor: *blush* Thanks
Leisergeist: *Deltaaaaaa, whyfor are you hiding...? T_T*
Donovan Allen: Hahahahaha! *heroic laugh*
Hushabye: *puffs and goes for him with his teeth* >D
Penna: *seems to suddenly appear on a rafter over the bar counter*
Luna: *blink blink* Oh... hello there.
Penna: 8D hello to you too
Luna: *finds a stray treat on the counter and offers it?*
Freya: *zzzzzz head under wing*
Penna: *pounces the hand instead, to hang upside-down from it*
Luna: *little laugh* That's bizarre. Having fun?
Penna: bizarre why? And yes *stretches a wing*
Luna: Just... different, is all. *little sigh* I'm restless... I think I'll brave the weather. After all, if we want to live on this planet, we've gotta put up with its bad side.
Reinforcements: *Considering finding somewhere to actually recharge properly, instead of his leaning naps of late*
Penna: will be snow soon, is better
Luna: *sets Penna on the counter* Let Freya sleep. She doesn't rest enough. She knows how to find me later. Good day to you. *leads for the door*
Penna: fly safe, and will not
Luna: bye. *exits... brrr rain >__<* *transforms and takes off*
Penna: *eeeeeeyes the 'Con -__-* *then dives behind the counter hunting for treats*
Reinforcements: *This 'Con be too lazy to bother you right now.*
Penna: *it's alright, more a matter of that a 'Con is here at all 8D*
Reinforcements: *You're gonna have to get over your issue with all 'Cons one day, y'know.*
Penna: *may be a smart one, but still just a drone. And definitely can't imagine that she ever will* *perches at the edge of the counter a good distance away. Tearing her catch open to get at the treats. Though occasionally casting looks at the 'Con*
Splitz: *Drags her silly aft in, once again with a grill tangled into her armor-- looks to be from a Porsche this time >3*
Penna: oO *is there in a flash* *cheeeeeps*
Reinforcements: *Ignoring Penna, and not entirely awake... though definitely casts a look at Splitz for her ah, grill*
Splitz: *Is victorious once again. Bitches should learn to drive before comin’ out in the rain -_-* *Chirps at Penna 83* *Izza shiney, well-polished grill.*
Penna: *but it's a grill, stuck in your armor o__<* *cheeeps some more, and preens the 'coon carefully* needs removing, see someone?
Splitz: *Nodnodnods and horks up the hood emblem 83*
Penna: *looooks at it, hoarding instinct waking, must trade for that....in a bit* can call partner?
Splitz: *Nods again*
Penna: *reaches to touch a toe carefully to the hood emblem, while getting in touch with Nightfall* is pretty *blinks*
Splitz: *Churrs and gives herself a SHOOOOOOKA*
Nightfall: *trots in* hey there *gives a two-fingered salute to Splitz and Penna, then sits down at the floor* Something you wanted me to look at?
Splitz: *SHOOOKAs again, unable to get the grill off herself* Chuuuuuurrrr.
Nightfall: *offers a handful of treats* now, I'd say that you looks stunning with that much shiny metal on you, though maybe something less tight... Let's get it off, shall we?
Splitz: *Nods eagerly, and offers Penna the hood emblem? Present? 83*
Nightfall: *gets to work on carefully removing the grill* want to keep it?
Penna: thank you 8D *offers an ornate pepper pot in return?*
Splitz: *oooh, pretty!*
Sunburn: *walks in, soaking wet and grumbling. One side relatively muddy too*
Penna: *found it in Canada :3*
Nightfall: *gets the grill off, then pauses…before starting to form it into something* *scanning the 'coon for any other damage while he works*
Splitz: *Just a few dents and scrapes, is waaatchin’ you, Nightfall o3o*
Sunburn: *heads into the pool room* -__-
Wildfire: *still lurking at the bottom of the pool*
Nightfall: *carefully bends some pieces, fusing others....possibly starting to have it look like some kind of car*
Splitz: *ooooh, shiney! 8D*
Sunburn: *doesn't really notice her before sinking down into the pool, being busy grumping* *then slowly tilts his head towards her, before stealthily prowling closer*
Wildfire: *watches the cloud of dirt wash off of him in the water* <<.....good times were had?>>
Nightfall: *finishes, and hands over the finished work, that looks rather like a Porsche* could paint it too?
Sunburn: *grumbles* <<if by that you mean the ground deciding to slip away from under your feet>> *pokes at some faint scrapes as the mud covering them comes away*
Splitz: *Prances around him a couple times with a amused purr*
Wildfire: <<Oh dear, that fancy footwork of yours didn't save you?>> *sidles closer*
Sunburn: <<not when having to dodge someone at the same time...>> *grumps still. Then 'catches', pulling her closer if she's fine with it*
Jake Dragen: *stumbles in with a squawk, in full labcoat and scrubs, holding a stethoscope at the ready* OO! this is not my office?
Wildfire: <<*snrt*>> *of course is fine with it, snuggles on*
Reinforcements: *And a looks at the oddly attired human* Nope.
Jake Dragen: *bliiinks again, and puffs a sigh* why when I get a patient with pneumonia..., does the bar bring me in?
Nightfall: *chirps* what have you been up to then, not all good, I hope?
Splitz: *Got hit by a car... raided home depot... terrorized a small neighborhood child....>>*
Reinforcements: *Because it's an awful building that likes to torment...* *Shrug*
Sunburn: *pokes at a ticklish spot in retaliation, then kneads*
Wildfire: *squirms before settling down on him, nibbling at his shoulder in her best interpretation of a preen...........isn't exactly.....equipped with the right facial features for that*
Nightfall: bar is being bad? *grins to Jake, then to Splitz* <<careful with the cars, girl. Some kid up to no good?>>
Splitz: *Lil vandal >(((*
Drucilla: *Comes tumbling out of a cabinet with a yelp*
Reinforcements: *Shifts just enough to look at Dru* ...
Drucilla: ...o.0 Again?!
Sunburn: *slips an arm around her, humming quietly. And does have it a bit easier with the preening thing :3*
Nightfall: *grins, and scritches for both of the drones* <<tell the tale? And give me a call if you need help with some mischief, will you?>>
Wildfire: *curls up against him with a tired chirp, all the rest she's getting and still does not feel refreshed* <<Weather still biting back?>>
Splitz: *Shows him her multi-colored backside* *Little punk had spray paint and found me nappin’ under a bush >____<*
Nightfall: *wags a finger* <<tsk, at him, or her. Menaces, some of those kids>>
Sunburn: <<the rain doesn't seem to be giving up anytime soon. We have been spending time out and about though>> *kneads/preeeens*
Splitz: *Dun worry. His mom's taking him in for rabies shots >3*
Wildfire: *relaaaxes slowly but surely* <<I was out for a bit…trying to collect my thoughts.>>
Nightfall: *having thought about it, and at Penna's urging* <<now, we ought to come up with some fun tomorrow 83>>
Splitz: *Yuuuus*
Sunburn: <<it's quieter...much to think about?>>
Wildfire: <<...perhaps. I...can't...something intangible that I...*sighs* There is much to think of.>>
Nightfall: *have been pondering to go sneaking, like he did last year, possibly send his hologram around trick or treating too. Penna pondering making a change of appearance for the day*
Jake Dragen: *hello, bar come away from face from forced sleep attack by Mun**blinks a bit owlishly*
Drucilla: *...comes out from behind the bar grabbing a coffee for herself... and one for the sleepydoc she notices thar o.o*
Jake Dragen: *8D waves at Dru*
Sunburn: *pauses to dig a small rock out from between two plates* o__< <<if you need to talk, I'm always here. It's not been easy, any of it>>
Drucilla: Hey there, Jake. *Haffa coffee, mebbe a hug too?*
Wildfire: <<...*matter of factly* I enjoyed destroying Bane and would do it again if he was to miraculously survive....is that wrong of me?>>
Jake Dragen: *will gladly take both with a happy Jakeface* how are you Dru?
Drucilla: Doin’ alright. ^_^ *Gestures to one of the booths?* How about you?
Jake Dragen: *goes to said booth* good...Angel's teething >.o *points to his shoe...with teethmarks*
Drucilla: *Chuckles* Remind me not to wear my good boots and coat over for awhile then
Jake Dragen: *sighs and nods, chuckling then shaking his head* I think she'll smell trig and try and cuddle in your stuff if you do...or anything of yours
Drucilla: *Laughs* True, true. Might distract her from your shoes at least.
Jake Dragen: *nodnods, then puts a head in his hand, watching her*
Drucilla: *Tilts her head at this* ..what's up?
Jake Dragen: *shrugs, smiling* Just lookin' at ya
Sunburn: *thinks, then shakes his head* <<he'd hurt so many, leaving all of us...strained. I know you, that it's not easy to carry...>>
Drucilla: *Chuckles* Alright then. ^^ *Sips at her coffee, amused*
Wildfire: <<...I -enjoyed- his pain. What kind of Autobot do I make?>>
Jake Dragen: *smiles at her, Mr. happy doctor Jake <3*
Drucilla: *Is glad he'zza happy Doctor Jake, this makes for a happy Troopergal ^_^*
Lightning: *wanders her silver bum in, bored as always and in an awesome mood*
Sunburn: *touches her shoulder lightly* <<I'm still so new to this, what I should be working towards. It's something I understand, wanting to hurt someone like Bane. The difference is how you are feeling about it now, doubting yourself so much after how you felt then>>
Lightning: *heads over to a table of her own and will not be having any cubes today, kthx*
Swifthunt: *transforms over the parking lot and steps in, peering about*
Wildfire: *clings to him, resting her chin on his shoulder* <<...I only regret that I am not sorry for wanting to tear him apart. He was a monster, yes. But it is so easy to turn that way, really. *softly* Far too easy.>>
Jake Dragen: *leans back a bit, looking at Dru* so how have you been?
Drucilla: busy. People tend ta get real... stupid 'round Halloween. *Rolls her eyes*
Speedtrap: *Comes out of the back, black paint mirror-polished*
Reinforcements: *Should seriously consider finding somewhere to nap. He's falling asleep leaning on the bar counter again...*
Swifthunt: *steps away from the door with a little sigh, heads to the counter to snag two cubes and hops onto the rafters*
Sunburn: *tilts his head* <<I know, but you haven't>>
Wildfire: <<....*wry chuckle* ...yet.>>
Speedtrap: *Heads over to Dru*
Sunburn: <<now, that's just pessimistic. *kneads* Maybe it wasn't right, as you see it. But you're aware, watching yourself, that says a lot>>
Lightning: *watches the place quietly, feet propped up on the chair beside her*
Wildfire: *laughs* <<Alright, perhaps I am being a bit harsh on myself. I'm old, I'm allowed.>>
Drucilla: *Looks up at Trappers and smiles* Ey, Trappers, what's up?
Speedtrap: Gonna be leavin' for a while, baby girl.
Drucilla: ...somethin’ up?
Speedtrap: Bane's dead. Got somethin' I put off ta take care a'.
Drucilla: Alright, Papa Bear... how long you gonna be gone?
Jake Dragen: *pauses in starting to answer her, looking at Speedtrap*
Speedtrap: 'Bout a week, prolly.
Sunburn: *snorts softly, then purrrrs* <<I can think of several mechs around here who's 'old', haven't counted you among them>>
Drucilla: ...okay. Be careful, alright?
Speedtrap: Will do. Be back by th' eighth, at th' latest.
Wildfire: <<.....shall we be wicked and name them? :3 >> *nuzzles and purrblblslsls since they're underwater oo;; *
Drucilla: Sounds good. Drive safe. People are getting’ stupid on t' roads.
Speedtrap: You be careful too. *Prods her carefully with a knuckle* You ain't in one piece, I tear apart whoever's responsible, got it?
Drucilla: *Chuckles* Yes, yes, of course. ^_^
Sunburn: *chuckles quietly*
Wildfire: <<You first, lest they're listening. XD; >>
Optimus Prime: *is always listening*
Reinforcements: *GAH!!!*
Sunburn: *HEY!*
Lightning: *okay, enough of this, time to go chase that Cougar again* *gets up and heads on out*
Wildfire: *............oo; omggggg*
Optimus Prime: *nods to Lightning on his way in and moves to his usual, sans cueb* Evening.
Speedtrap: *Gathers up several cubes, stowing them, before heading out*
Reinforcements: *And hey, look! It's time to go!* *Pushes himself up off the bar counter, and rather quickly exits the bar*
Optimus Prime: *... saw that and, yeah, he was right* *changes his mind about that cube*
Swifthunt: *still working on his first cube up on the rafters, keeping an optic out on the world below*
Reinforcements: *Is much happier out in the cold rainy cold parking lot*
Jake Dragen: *looks at Dru once Speedtrap is gone, smiling a bit*
Perseco: *flounces outta the back*
Drucilla: *Offers a grin back, bleching when she sips at her coffee and it's COLD T_T*
Optimus Prime: *watches the place half-heartedly, mind elsewhere, and distantly so*
Jake Dragen: *snickers a bit at that, and orders some warm joe for them both, handing her the warm cup* try this instead 8D *it’s gormeeeet!*
Optimus Prime: *finishes his cube and nods to the place before up and heading out again*
Drucilla: *Oh my god, it's almost better than sex @@*
Reinforcements: *Lurking in the parking lot in alt, with his back bumper pressed up against the outer wall of the building*
Speedtrap: *VANILLA!*
Drucilla: *SHUSH YOU*
Perseco: *puts a nice old announcement up on the wall- COMING SOON, DECEPTICON EVALUATIONS :3 *
Optimus Prime: *nods to Rein in the parking lot, pauses... and looks toward the gardens, then back at Rein*
Swifthunt: *.................... >_< growls subsonically and heads out onto the roof*
Reinforcements: *Ack... He's looking at me... If I don't move, he'll let me alone, right?*
Perseco: *That means you, SWIFT*
Swifthunt: *... just try, medic, just TRY*
Optimus Prime: *offers him a small smile and turns a bit to face him more fully* You know... I never did catch your designation.
Perseco: *Will, of course oo; *
Reinforcements: *Is just glad that he has no expression as a vehicle* I'm ah... Reinforcements. *T_T I'mma die....*
Swifthunt: *... you do that, for all the good it'll do you*
Optimus Prime: *debates something... oh, debates it* Ah. Apologies. There are so many of us here now, it's hard to keep up sometimes.
Reinforcements: *Would reeeaaaally like to flee, but knowing the bar it'd just drag him back because it CONSPIRES against him* Ah.... Yes. I um... Yeah.
Optimus Prime: *watches him, equally pitying and curious* *takes a step back and slips down easily into a crouch, feigning interest in a small plant that's grown through a crack in the asphalt here, no doubt one of many, then looks back up at him* Are you alright? You seem... ill at ease.
Reinforcements: *Leans ever so slightly on his tires away from him* I'm fine. Good. But I have to go. *And takes off just short of peeling out, for he cannae takes it no more.*
Optimus Prime: *watches Rein go with a little sigh and sits there for a moment before shifting down into his alt and driving off*
Perseco: *toddles off to the medbay to go poke around*
Stress Proof: *is raunchily singing at the top of his vox*
Ratchet: *... in the name of Primus, someone put me out of his misery, please ><;*
Chirapsio: *can I have NO NORMAL WELL-BEHAVING PATIENTS?!*
Perseco: *oooh Ratchet 83 *
Stress Proof: *.... I'm a MEDIC. I'm allowed, nay, expected, to be a HORRIBLE patient 8DDD*
Lifeline: *is once glad that he’s not in the medbay oo*
Perseco: *walks in the medbay and hops up on a berth*
Ratchet: *looks up* Stress, neck injury or not I'm going to ...! <<Good day, Perseco.>>
Perseco: <<Hello, sir. ^_^ >>
Chirapsio: *rocks back and forth in a corner of the medbay @@*
Perseco: *Chiro, my office is always open oo;;; *
Stress Proof: *ohey, visitors, SHUTS UP* Good evening, Perseco ^__^
Chirapsio: *rocket-CLINGS to Perseco* 8D
Perseco: *lil’ wave* Hello, sir. You have a great singing talent. *SQUEALS @@ *
Ratchet: *DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM!*
Stress Proof: Thankee ^__^
Perseco: *83 Encourage? Me? X3 I do no such thing*
Chirapsio: *whiiiiiiiiines at Stress*
Perseco: *.............hands Chiro a spider ball? oo;; *
Chirapsio: I think I need therapy. @@ Or a vacation.
Perseco: ...I have a office? And a few comfortable berths? Oo;
Stress Proof: *is unashamed and smug 83*
Chirapsio: .....Does anyone else know where it is? Namely two mech I won't mention but I DON'T WANT BARRICADE AND SPEEDTRAP TO FIND M- oh, >_<.
Perseco: No one is allowed in unless I allow them in. ^_^ You can hide there.
Chirapsio: *FLAILS*
Perseco: oo;; It's right at the entrance in the hallway, near the door.
Delta Sept: *izza smug Avalanche, sitting there and IS SO ENCOURAGING THIS*
Chirapsio: *rockets out*
Perseco: *flails and sends Erebos ahead of Chiro to unlock the door >< *
Ratchet: *is going to THROTTLE YOU BOTH*
Perseco: *griiins at Ratchet ^___^ *
Delta Sept: *GRIIINS and EYYES Stress* *Stress* <<New song?>>
Stress Proof: *clears his vox meaningfully* Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair / And one could tell by how he walked the he'd drunk more than his share / He fumbled 'round until he could no long keep his feet / And he stumbled off in to the grass to sleep beside the street
Ratchet: *..... mental facepalm* <<How have you been, Perseco?>>
Perseco: <<I have been quite well. Getting ready for the Decepticon evaluations.>>
Hushabye: *is sure to make those HELL for her <3*
Perseco: *knows T___T *
Ratchet: *ducks his head and considers whacking Stress with something. Preferably multiple times* <<You'll be careful, of course. Are there any safety measures you need help with?>>
Delta Sept: *PURRRS and starts right in with him* Ring-ding didle idle i de-o / Ring dye didley i oh / He stumbled off in to the grass to sleep beside the street
Hushabye: *comes in, for some reason, feeling oddly excited about something*
Perseco: <<Umm. Well, I'm thinking my office won't...be...quite...suitable.. ^_^; >>
Hushabye: *she may want to do it somewhere...public. There are some Cons that wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of an Autobot headshrinker*
Perseco: *could name.........about five of them*
Stress Proof: About the time two young and lovely girls just happened by / One says to the other, with a twinkle in her eye / "See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong a handsome built / I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt"
Ratchet: <<I know you're loath to sacrifice your patients' privacy, Perseco, but I would really like to consider a bodyguard, in addition to your drone.>> *Primus help him, is going to replace your vox with a little girl's, Rover >_________o*
Delta Sept: Ring-ding didle idle i de-o / Ring dye didley i oh / I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt *ohhhhh, payback is a BITCH, ain't it? >3*
Hushabye: *bad singing senses....tingling DX**grumbles and lurks to the bar*
Perseco: <<...who?>>
Ratchet: *would set you two to clean cacti juice from the Topkick's firing range if he could get away with it, WOULD* <<You know them better than I do, Perseco. But I would really prefer to know you have more help and don't need it, than belatedly know you needed help and didn't have it.>> FOR THE LOVE OF LITTLE APPLES, STRESS -!
Perseco: *giggles* <<I will keep that in mind, I won't go head first into a situation without thinking it through of course.>>
Stress Proof: 83 They crept up on the sleeping Scotsman quite as could be / They lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see / And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt / Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
Delta Sept: *pauses at that and ROFLS for a moment. little apples, indeed!* -ley i oh / Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
Ratchet: *AGHAGHAGH ponders getting a sound chip that squeaks like a baby chick and REPLACING the Rover's* <<I know you always do so, Perseco. This is different. You well know they'll all be out to make it as difficult and dangerous as possible.>>
Perseco: <<Oh of course. They always do. I'm...mildly concerned about a few of them *SWIFT* but...it's my job.>>
Blackjack: *comes out from the back and goes to his corner* *tune tune*
Swifthunt: *it's not me you should be worried about, I WON'T BE THERE*
Perseco: *You have to, I'm afraid.*
Swifthunt: *will respect the General's orders, of course... but will find a way, some way, any way*
Perseco: *Stop pretending like I'm gonna put a bullet in that helm --;; You can bring Warbird along if you want and I can do two for the price of one*
Hushabye: *stretches out extravagantly, izza shiny Lambo*
Stress Proof: *you wouldnae daaaaaaare, and ye know it* They marveled for a moment, then one said "We must be gone. / Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along" / As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied in to a bow / Around the bonnie star the Scotts kilt did lift and show Did I nae see some sort of ribbon in the last inventory, suh? X3
Redback: *also comes into the bar* G'day
Blackjack: Hey Reddy
Delta Sept: *starts into the next like and... ooooooohell, did NOT realize you two were like that. no wonder you're constantly at each other's throats* OO;;;; Wow.
Ratchet: ........................................
Perseco: *delicate geegle over heeyah*
Hushabye: *leers over to the two Autobots that just entered, arching and thusly making his back go snap...snapsnapsnappop*
Stress Proof: That's what they all say, I'm sure. Now the Scotsman woke to natures call and stumbled for the trees / Behind the bush he lifts his kilt, and gawks at what he sees / And in a startled voice he says, to what's before his eyes, / "Lad, I don't know where you’ve been, but I see you've won first prize"
Perseco: @o That's a provocative song...
Chirapsio: *could sing that song in his sleep ><.*
Perseco: *My office is nice and quiet except for the trickle of the koi pond <3 *
Chirapsio: *is dead to the world <3333333333333333333333*
Stress Proof: *that's cheating, you know ^__^*
Delta Sept: *after he's finished breaking another piston, he's laughing so hard* *loud and as off-key as he can possibly get his vox to run* Ring-ding didle idle i de-o / Ring dye didley i oh / Lad, I don't know where you've been, but I see you've won first prize *PURR*
Blackjack: *would pay money to have you do that again for me, Del :P *
Erebos: *issa a being good and guarding over the chinchin ^^^^_^^^^ *
Molly: *comes into the bar* *hmm....* *shrugs and takes a seat, waving to BJ and Reddy*
Delta Sept: *.......................... YOU HEARD NOTHING. THAT NEVER HAPPENED*
Ratchet: *ruuuuuubs at his faceplate, ruuuuuuubs* Perhaps we should speak somewhere quieter -___-;
Blackjack: ++Hello++
Redback: *nods and smiles to her*
Perseco: My of-oh no. oo; Ummmm.
Swifthunt: *outta cubes, weather's vile... slips back in through the skylight, trying to leave as much water outside as possible*
Redback: *gets out some ART to work on*
Molly: *orders a Bloody Mary ‘cos she's in the mood to try something different*
Blackjack: ++how are you, Molly?++
Molly: ++Good. Work's been busy... and I've had strange dreams about this place, but I'm good++ ^_^
Blackjack: ++What kind of dreams?++
Molly: ..... ++I don't remember them now++
Swifthunt: *drops down with his usual economic grace and heads to the counter*
Molly: *watches the Seeker*
Stress Proof: Ye could let me out. 'Twould be very quiet in here if'n ye did 83
Blackjack: *strums*
Diane: *Heads from her office to the kitchen, wanting pepper slices and hummus*
Swifthunt: *flicks the merest look at the human before giving his usual nod to Diane* Mi- Diane.
Diane: *Smiles at him* Swifthunt. It's good to see you again.
Ratchet: One, it's not my call. Two, no. Three, I -will- find someone to sit on you, Rover -___-
Perseco: *watching these two like a tennis match*
Delta Sept: *purrrrrpurrrrpurrrrrsmuuuugpuuuuurrrrrr
Blackjack: *nods to Diane*
Redback: G'day
Swifthunt: *nods* You are well? *hey, look, got those three words out somewhat naturally, PROGRESS!*
Diane: Very well, thank you. Yourself?
Swifthunt: *shrugs minutely* I'm... well. Well enough. *gestures to the roof and the rain outside*
Perseco: Sir, um, what about your office? At the base? You could always station someone here to watch Stress Proof. ^_^;
Hushabye: *is looking at the bar, optics staaaring*
Molly: *nom nom nom driiink*
Ratchet: ............ *EYES the Rover and the Avalanche*
Stress Proof: *izza LAMB! Right, Delta?*
Diane: *Makes a face* Damn nasty weather. It makes me want to hole up somewhere and sleep.
Swifthunt: *nods a bit* Patrols must be flown, however. And so they will. *nabs two cubes, throwing a split-second look at the grounder at the Bar, then... um, er... the usual Irish Coffee for Diane roomba'd to her? o.o*
Delta Sept: *purrrrrrrPURRRRRRRR* We'll be fine, don't worry about us. I'll watch over him. Promise.
Diane: Oh, thank you! *Takes a sip, has whipped cream on the tip of her nose*
Perseco: You see? ^_^
Ratchet: ...................... Primus help me. Base it is.
Swifthunt: *um................................... havva napkin between two talon-tips*
Perseco: *giggles* What trouble could they possibly get into?
Molly: *smiles*
Diane: *Blinka... OH! Blushes a bit, and blots the cream off her nose* ...hee?
Ratchet: Don't tempt them -___- *heads to the medbay door, waiting for her*
Blackjack: *spooky strum*
Perseco: *hops off the berth with a chipper lil’ chirp and follows*
Swifthunt: *conversation FLAIL* You are... in a good mood.
Delta Sept: *purrrrpurrrrpurrrrrr* *waiiiits for it*
Diane: I like Halloween. It's a fun holiday, and always puts me in a good mood.
Ratchet: *and out into the Main Room with a quick nod to everyone, snagging a mid-grade as he passes the counter*
Perseco: *follows.........optics on his aft-er back! >.>;;;; *
Delta Sept: *aaaand BURSTS into giggles as soon as they're gone*
Swifthunt: *tilts his head minutely, checking* Candy. Costumes. An encouragement to mischief. It seems... *goes rigid as the Autobot CMO and the medicfemme pass him* It seems to have all things that encourage a good mood.
Diane: *Nods* Without the stress of family or gifts or big meals.
Stress Proof: Och, I need to find a way to lock them in here so I can "convince" them to let me abooot. *smiles at the giggling*
Hushabye: *looks rather bored, making a big yawning motion*
Redback: *art workings* ^_^
Blackjack: *strum strum*
Molly: *watches the bar*
Delta Sept: *looks over at him from where he'd flopped on the floor*.... Or we could just keep terrorizing them.
Stress Proof: Nae point to that if'n they keep running away 83
Swifthunt: *considers* That is not something I'm altogether familiar with. If.... no offense, it is not enjoyable, when the point is to make it so, why celebrate in the same fashion?
Delta Sept: .... We have comms.
Stress Proof: I've tried 83 It doesnae have quite the same effect.
Diane: Because that's what's expected. We're expected to show up, to grin and bear it, and pretend we love and cherish the selfsame people that we loathe the rest of the year.
Penny Feely: *Even my mother? DX *
Diane: *I have to put up with my mother--even Warbird won't go near her!*
Penny Feely: *.........let's put those two on a island somewheres? ..........away? faaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away?*
Diane: *...YES*
Molly: *drinks* *hick-up* >__>
Swifthunt: *nods a bit at that* Those are obligations. This one is not.
Delta Sept: *blink*..... *grumbles*..... Well, there's always next time.
Penny Feely: * 83 *
Stress Proof: Damn right. Would ye do me a favor, Delta?
Diane: That's what makes it so much fun. We don't have to do anything, but if we want to, it's so much fun!
Delta Sept: *lil purr* Yeah?.... OO; Aw, slag... Your sand. ><
Blackjack: *strum strum strum*
Stress Proof: *chuckles* Well, that too. But I meant feed my beggaring rodent ^__^
Swifthunt: *nods* Will you be... doing something, then?
Diane: Oh, I have something in mind... *Grins*
Swifthunt: o.O; That is... good, I imagine.
Delta Sept: *looks over at the little heathen with a huffle* Sure. Just tell me where his stuff is. *rjkrejksresj gets to his feet and moseys on over to the runt*
Stress Proof: In the cabinet under his cage. There's a long handle measuring cup, too. Thankee kindly, Delta.
Rat: *squeaka, is so abused and lonely and won't you feed me? o3o *
Diane: We'll see who finds it funny.
Float: *sails through the door like a comet... a slow-speeding comet armed with a big crinkled paper bag full of Primus knows what*
Delta Sept: *finds the food and measures out... just enough? maybe a little much? oO... and feeds the lil’ bugger*
Stress Proof: *dinnae fall for his beggaring tricks, look at that belly!*
Delta Sept: *probably overfed him anyway* oo;;; There ya go.
Swifthunt: I don't imagine you'll be the only one to.... *headtilt at the drone* ... to find something to do with the holiday. This place seems to... inspire.
Diane: *Nods* Oh, I'm sure I won't be the only one.
Blackjack: *smiles to himself*
Perforate: *No indeed... Mwahahaha...*
Swifthunt: *will be hauling tailfins like an energon bat if the Bar decides to do something bizarre....*
Redback: *orders a mid-grade*
Float: *makes her way to WN's table to present her crinkly, damp paper bag proudly before flopping down into a neat heap*
Stress Proof: Thankee ^__^
Rat: *OMNOMNOMNOM*
Delta Sept: *wanders back over to flop nearish to Stress*
Rat: *nom coma over heeyah*
Delta Sept: *watches the chubby little bastard, fascinated*
Molly: *hick-up*
Stress Proof: *no more yogurt raisins for you until the end of the week -__-*
Hushabye: *yaaawns and stretches out his hyperextendable maw to its full extent, lookit de toofers in that maw 8D*
Swifthunt: *... did the human break or something? o.O* It is an... interesting holiday. It promotes mischief, but not outright malice. It's a thin line.
Molly: O_O *omg teef*
Rat: * T_T You dun love me*
Delta Sept: *not when you weigh more then your master!*
Rat: *isn't overweight! Is under tall ><; *
Hushabye: *and SNAPS them shut with that oh so metallic vice sound, grinning and stretching back with a poof of armor*
Redback: *glances over briefly*
Blackjack: *strum pluck*
Diane: And I like mischief. *Grins wickedly*
Molly: *siips*
Hushabye: *glares at Reddy, and fixes his gaze on the human, unblinkingly*
Swifthunt: I am... I don't... think we have any comparable holiday *a bit nervous at that grin, Primus knows what kind of trouble it could get him into o.o;*
Diane: That's a pity. Everyone needs a day for fun and mischief.
Delta Sept: *.... it's the same thing*
Molly: *bites her lip*
Hushabye: *stares at her, leaning forward a little bit*
Molly: *leans back*
Hushabye: *grins sharply, teeth baring upwards*
Redback: Don't scare her
Rat: *is not T3T *
Swifthunt: *shrugs minutely* Perhaps... there was something like it. I don't know. I'm sure there are many who would enjoy adapting such holidays as their own.
Diane: *It's a very Decepticon-like holiday* These next few years are going to be interesting as we blend our holidays together.
Molly: *um... ooh drink!*
Delta Sept: *is too* oO
Penny Feely: *saunters in*
Hushabye: *looks over at Redback* and you’re to give me authority?
Redback: *sigh*
Hushabye: *pulls maw up into a grin, chuckling darkly* that’s what I thought.
Penny Feely: *flops down at a table and kicks her feet up*
Redback: *looks back at his art* hey Penny
Blackjack: *churrr*
Penny Feely: Hey guys.
Blackjack: How are you, Penny?
Hushabye: *back to his fixated stare on molly*
Molly: *looks at Hush.... and crosses her eyes*
Hushabye: *many things run through his head, mainly 'humans are strange and stupid', but keeps his face plain and blank*
Penny Feely: Tired, but happy I suppose.
Molly: *little smile*
Hushabye: *matches it, only it’s a lot of smile, with a lot of teeth, and maybe a flick of a long silver tongue in there*
Blackjack: Looking forward to Halloween?
Molly: o.O
Hushabye: *makes an obscene gesture with his fingers and tongue**namely the two fingered 'peace' sign and running of the tongue threw it**chuckles and lets it drop before the Autobrats can fuss*
Penny Feely: Is that what time it is? oO;
Molly: O__O
Diane: Got any plans, Penny?
Blackjack: Yes...
Hushabye: *cackles at her face*
Mike Romano: *trips out of the kitchen with a BANG* @@;
Diane: ...for a ghost, you're damned clumsy. o.o
Molly: ++That was very rude++
Mike Romano: *gets up* Well, ah, yannow,, s'how things are.
Hushabye: *snickers* ++get used to it++
Molly: ++Why should I?++
Hushabye: ++because that’s the way your mudball world turns.++ *grins*
Molly: ++But I don't have to put up with gestures like that++ *will ignore him now*
Penny Feely: *giggle* No, I was just gonna.........do nothing. Not even take the mutt out.
Hushabye: ++Lets just pretend you'll ignore them then++ *rumblechucklepurrs again*
Molly: *didn't see that* *orders another drink*
Redback: *art art art*
Blackjack: Aww
Hushabye: *back to staring at her fixatedly then*
Molly: *nom nom drink* *goes to the bar to find some nuts to nibble... or maybe candy!*
Hushabye: *optics follow her, intently*
Molly: *hunts through cabinets*
Ghost Strike: *HAITHAR O_____O* *was in the process of snagging himself a cube and pauses to watch the huntin' hoooman with some puzzlement*
Molly: *woah! big snake!*
Ghost Strike: *eyes her minutely, then goes back to CRRRRRRRRNCHing his cube*
Delta Sept: *purrs a bit and streetches out on the floor*
Mike Romano: *looks for a drink*
Penny Feely: *tosses a sugar packet at Mike. >.> wasn't me*
Diane: *Snickers*
Mike Romano: *......TACKLES AT PENNY 8D*
Molly: *finds candies and takes them back to her table and drink*
Hushabye: *hasn’t once broken his stare on Molly, maybe even in fact increased it*
Molly: *nibbles*
Swifthunt: o.O
Penny Feely: *knocked right off the chair with a squeaaaaaaaaaal*
Molly: O.o
Blackjack: *chuckles*
Mike Romano: >8D
Penny Feely: That's for the one time I tackled you? Isn't it? *gigglefit*
Mike Romano: Maybe?
Mike Romano: *chuckles and heads back into the kitchen and is bamfed elsewhere*
Penny Feely: *d'aw pouts*
Delta Sept: *blinks as he rolls over on his side... and something around his neck jingles* OO;;;;; DDDDD8 What tha-?!
Diane: *Has tiny horns and one hell of a scar on a thigh--in the shape of the Decepticon symbol, and is otherwise completely unbothered*
Swifthunt: o______O *is LEAVING*
Diane: Goodnight Swifthunt. Safe winds. *Smiiiiiles*
Penny Feely: *picks herself up....* .......Funny.....I don't remember this being in my closet...
Blackjack: O__o
Hushabye: *blinks...and suddenly looks a bit like a demon dredged up from the pits of hell. Spikes gone OMFG SPIKEY and teeth protruding from maw. And rather skeletal in appearance**blinks* hmmn...
Redback: Oh... what the?
Diane: *I make a better devil*
Delta Sept: *tries to pull the damn thing off and finds... it's not budging, despite all his strength*.... *ears and tail DROOP* Whyyyyy?
Stress Proof: *eyes him, amusedly* Ye did check the calendar, Delta?
Penny Feely: *twirls around, flaring the coat out* Always did like pin stripes.
Delta Sept: *keeens at him* No. Why? What's today?
Tekk: *Watches from the kitchen doorway*
Molly: *is a ZOMBIE* o.o *oooh* *is covered in fake blood with ripped clothes and everything*
Float: *zz_zo.... wait... everyone's in costume!* ^^________________^^ *tears her bag apart and retrieves a hat for herself, and a hat for her master!*
Redback: *head, meet table*
Penny Feely: ...............Oh........my........god, Float. *XD*
Float: ^^_______________________^^
Blackjack: *looks down at the bat symbol* Primus.... looks like I took your idea from last year, Penny.
Diane: Oh my god that is so cute! *Flails, for her phone is... definitely not in this corset*
Drucilla: *Walks in...STUMBLES* What in the HOLY HELL?! o___0
Eva Marshall: *walks in* .......
Drucilla: *Is suddenly GRATEFUL that Trappers ain't around*
Diane: ...oh I love this holiday.
White Noise: *fails to understand what purpose this serves, but it does seem to create a positive emotional input on Float, with no harm done* *thus, is tolerable*
Eva Marshall: This isn't what I expected. @@;
Erebos: *runs outta the back on the wall, to the rafters oooo.oooo;;;; *
Tekk: *Smiles at Eva--with fangs!--as he remembers her*
Jake Dragen: *stumbles in...* not again!
Stress Proof: 'Tis Halloween, Delta ^__^ Go out and get yuirself some fun!
Eleanor: *enters with a baby in a tiny Viking helmet* Oh god...
Drucilla: *HOLYFUCKS internally at Diane's AGHGHGHGH shoes*
Delta Sept: *TUUUUGS on his ears, and slaggit, they're not budging either!*...... *WILTS*.... No... No, I'm staying in here, thanks.
Diane: *They're only five and a half inches...*
Eleanor: *scoots into a corner and looks around* Um... happy Halloween?
Jake Dragen: *looks around and...nosebleeds**thank god for helmets!* happy indeed...
Blackjack: Hi Ele. ^__^
Stress Proof: *gives Delta a STERN LOOK! and points at the door* Out, ye sparklet. Go have yuirself some FUN.
Drucilla: *FIVE AND A HALF INCHES TOO TALL @___@ HOOOW CAN YOU WALK IN THOSE? DDD8*
Redback: I'm gonna want a stronger drink. *high-grade ahoy!*
Eva Marshall: *gack, too many people, swaggers off to the side*
Penny Feely: *snickers* Dude, I have a pistol in my stockings. oo; *pulls it up and clickas it* .....Lighter, laaaaaame.
Float: *CHASES AFTER ERE!*
Molly: *playful zombie moooooan* *is amused by the fact that all the girls are sexy except her*
Tekk: A few too many people, Miss Marshall? *Smirks*
Jake Dragen: *lifts his blaster up* i've got a big space rifle? 8D
Eva Marshall: Too many people coming in at once. Easy for a lil’ gal to get run over. *grins*
Delta Sept: *aaaand ears go DROOP again* No.
Stress Proof: Dinnae make me drag ye out XD
Erebos: *flails and runs all over the rafters*
Diane: *Sashays over to Dru on those toothpick thin heels--is nearly equal height*
Jake Dragen: *grins and walks up to Dru...AKA Leia**points the rifle at her playfully* you’re an enemy of the empire! I'll have to take you in.
Baby Tobias: *zzzzz*
Drucilla: *Blinks, at... is that Jake in the stormtrooper costume? o.o*
Penny Feely: *good time to steal that biscotti, bounces off to the kitchen >3 *
Tekk: Stand with me a while--I will keep you... safe. *Fangy grin*
Eva Marshall: .....o.o;
Jake Dragen: *lifts helmet, just a little bit**grins*
Molly: *zombie walks towards the stormtrooper*
Tekk: *Laughs* It is not a half hour into the day, and I am already quite enjoying this holiday.
Delta Sept: Ha. The slag you can. OwwwO
Blackjack: ..... does Batman even play the guitar? *oooh cape*
Stress Proof: ^__^ Precisely why ye shouldnae make me do it.
Redback: *is drinking and is amused*
Drucilla: *Chuckles... but cannae go anywhere, these heels are really weird to walk in...holy hell the redhead is tall in those hell!shoes o.o*
Optimus Prime: *wanders in, rubbing at his forehead* Eveni-*pauses as he suddenly realizes... he can't feel half of his forehead*
Eleanor: Um.... I don't know BJ. Oooh I jingle again. *little shimmy*
Jake Dragen: *is rather amused by this...just has to remind himself to keep looking at Dru's face 8D not elsewhere >>;;;*
Diane: Enemy of the Empire she may be... but give the devil her due. *Grins, toying with the chain*
Blackjack: .... Good evening, sir!
Penny Feely: *peeks out of the kitchen with the biscotti jar in hand* .........Holy hell, go Optimus.
Jake Dragen: *steps in* hey now, she’s my gal *grins a bit* and -my- prisoner *arm around her shoulders 83*
Drucilla: Wai...wah? *Aww hell, this thing comes with the chain too? o___o*
Tekk: *To Penny* I baked those last night.
Delta Sept: I'm not gonna. You're gonna sit right there, I'm gonna sit right here, and we'll both be happy. *why... is his tail moving?*
Molly: 8D
Optimus Prime: *looks at himself, at the room.... and is CONFUSED*.... *blink*
Diane: *Grins again* I could perhaps take both of you to my domain... but I doubt you'd survive. *Eases one of the garters, smirking*
Ghost Strike: *has discovered the Bar's sense of humor... and costumes... is execrable* *horkhorkHORKHORK.... doesnae remember EATING that one o____O;*
Blackjack: Happy Halloween
Penny Feely: 83 Didja? Well, lucky me.
Tekk: *Grins* I thought you might need more, since you ran off with the last of what I baked.
Jake Dragen: *smiles* I’d have to kindly decline, I have...empire duties to attend to later on. *maybe concerning the rebel princess/slave >>;; mebbe*
Stress Proof: ... Are ye giving me a hand up, or do I have to do it meself? 83 *young feller me lad, yui're NAE spending the holiday locked up*
Penny Feely: I always get the biscotti. ^_^
Drucilla: *Is a bit more concerned with the fact that 'wtf she hazza leash D8' then the conversation between Jake and Diane*
Hushabye: *stands up...and has cloth around him? eh, oh well*
Diane: *Lets the chain slither out of her hands slooooooowly* Too, too bad... I would have enjoyed that.
Optimus Prime: *blinks and... quietly heads to his usual to try and figure out... just how this stuff is even on him to begin with*
Penny Feely: *run, Dru, run*
Jake Dragen: *will be a good boy and not play with that leash. Will be a good boy...MUST be a good boy**...grrriiins* I could have been Jabba?
Eleanor: *goes over to the girls to say Hi*
Drucilla: *....part of me dun wanna run o3o* ...Jabba's kinda gross though o.o *Besides, who says you have to be good? >>;*
Jake Dragen: 8D hence why I’m this! *opens arms* and I got a big gun 8D *holds up the...very much plastic blaster rifle*
Delta Sept: *whiiine!* Stress... Don't. *doesn't wanna be seen like this!*
Drucilla: *Chuckles*
Eleanor: Hey Penny, Diane and everyone
Stress Proof: I guarantee ye, Delta, yui'll nae be the only one. Go have a peek, at least.
Jake Dragen: *and don’t have to be...all good...izza mischievous doctor...ESPECIALLY with the troopergal dressed like that*
Diane: *Saunters off, letting her ribbons and laces sway with her hips*
Drucilla: *Exactly! Mischief is fun! 83*
Optimus Prime: *it's clothy... it's plastic... and it's sticking to him as such without tearing, and he can still see just fine with it on*... Interesting.
Molly: *goes back to her drink and candy... alone*
Jake Dragen: *loops an arm around Dru’s waist* I’m sure the empire would like its prisoner back 8D
Hushabye: *oh you’re not alone Molly, just look behind you*
Blackjack: You're wearing a mask, Optimus... you look like the Phantom of the Opera. 8D
Molly: *looks and yelps tonelessly*
Drucilla: Assuming you c'n keep me, eh? *Grins cheekily*
Hushabye: *deeep bassy, enough vibrato bass to be felt, chuckle*
Delta Sept: ><... What about you?
Jake Dragen: *leans against blaster* oh...I think I could arrange something
Molly: O_O ..... *wriggles her bloody fingers at him, wanting his braaaains*
Stress Proof: *grins cheekily* Now ye know why I wanted to be on me feet already. Dinnae fret over me, Delta. With any luck I'll be mobile tomorrow, and I have a wee bit of something put away for the occasion 83
Hushabye: *griiins his pointy teeth at her*
Perforate: *Pads in through the front door, head held low and at least nine feet of tongue dragging, armor grayed out and covered liberally with rust and barnacles, all of which are looking at everyone* *Utters a choked, gurgling moanish sound*
Molly: *er... a little less enthusiastic now* ++you look very Halloween-like++
Drucilla: *Chuckles* 'm pretty stubborn, y'know. *Slips outta his grip to saunter her way over to the bar, and mebbe a drink 8D*
Penny Feely: *shares biscotti with Molly and Ele?*
Optimus Prime: I thought it was something, but... It's different. *small smile* I wish I could see it.
Jake Dragen: *follows her, putting his helmet under an arm* oh come now. Do I have to get forceful? *griins and mebbe pokes her with the blaster*
Penny Feely: ......holy crap..........Perforate wins the creepiest damn thing I've seen. Hands down.
Tekk: *Frowns at that* That is... disquieting.
Drucilla: *....might like that >>* Maybe... *Pokes back*
Donovan Allen: *falls out of a cabinet* Whaaaaa? O.o
Delta Sept: <-->;;;;; I could walk you out with me? <^___^>;;;
Molly: *oooh! nomnom* ++Thanks!++
Hushabye: *scowls over at Perf* nasty beast...
Eleanor: Thank you!
Blackjack: I could send you an image of yourself?
Leisergeist: *wanders into the bar... and stops short* *...cheep?*
Donovan Allen: *stands up, a bit confused... but has a sword ^_____^*
Contrail: *Wanders in from the back... feels somethin’ weird on her backside... lil’ ball of fuzz? o_0*
Hushabye: *ooooh, something to stalk over**head over to Donno*
Redback: G'day Donno!
Donovan Allen: Heya Reddy!
Perforate: *Shuffles his way on in, even stinking of rust and barnacles, and opens his jaws a bit wide to let forth a trickle of old, viscous, very real mech fluid* Is my costume elaborate enough?
Eleanor: *giggles* Looking good, Don!
Donovan Allen: *I seeee you Hush*
Baby Tobias: *wakes up* WAH!
Donovan Allen: *tips his hat to Eleanor* Thank you
Jake Dragen: *chuckles and maybe makes a grab for that chain*
Eleanor: >__o Um, excuse me for a moment.
Hushabye: *grins and gets REAL close to Donno’s face* ready to face your ultimate demise?
Penny Feely: ....it's effective. That's for sure.
Crucifer: *steps in, is gonna have the surprise of his life* ^__^ Perforate, that is absolutely, terrifyingly wonderful. *pauses* .... Oh, my ^___^;;;
Molly: O.o
Optimus Prime: *nods* I'd like that, if you don't mind.
Drucilla: *Blinks down at it, then at him, with a grin.* Well, now what're ya gonna do, hmm?
Donovan Allen: Sure ^_^ *has a sword! flicks it around*
Leisergeist: *someone please to be explaining this? D:*
Eleanor: *moves through the bar and heads to the medbay* Shhh Tobias, you're okay.
Jake Dragen: *smirks and again wraps an arm around her* first. A drink *orders one*
Stress Proof: Yui're going to have to give me a hand up, Delta. And not a word to the medics! 8DDD
Blackjack: *OP* <<*data send: image*>>
Diane: *Orders something... flaming*
Contrail: *Squeaks and looks around, one big fluffeh bunny ear flicking*
Blackjack: ++Hi Leiser. Happy Halloween++
Donovan Allen: En garde Hush!
Drucilla: Not gonna argue with that ^_^
Hushabye: *snickers and pokes him*
Donovan Allen: *pokes back with the sword, so there*
Leisergeist: *chirrups*
Perforate: Excellent... *All the barnacles focus upon Cruci* Very intriguing, yours. For all I can 'see' it, anyhow.
Penny Feely: *perches on a edge of a table, feet kicking idly, amused by her shoes and stockings*
Jake Dragen: *beams, and takes a seat**must stare at her face x.x lookit her face...*
Hushabye: *tries to bite that sword >D not to break it tho*
Drucilla: *Hahaha, hard ain't it? XDDDD*
Optimus Prime: *looks that over and shakes his head, very nearly laughing at himself* Oh, Primus...
Donovan Allen: *nuuuu! Mine!*
Jake Dragen: *you have incredibly no idea...x.x*
Hushabye: *pooooooooookes him*
Diane: *Looks at all the girls... dammit, there aren't enough yummy men in here!*
Donovan Allen: *POKES BACK! XDDD*
Delta Sept: *purrpurrs and gets up to go give Stress a hand up CAAAREFULLY* Not a word, but if you hurt yourself out there... ><;;;
Hushabye: *....tries to pin him >D*
Crucifer: *examines his cane... then his hat* I'm... ah, not entirely sure where these came from ^__^;;;
Donovan Allen: *nnuuuuu you shall never catch El Zorro!*
Perforate: I do imagine it is some manner of bar quirk to aide those who were too lazy to do their own costumes. *Cheaters!*
Hushabye: *even El Zorro must reach his time**follows*
Donovan Allen: *nope, nevar!*
Stress Proof: 'Twill only be a wee while. Get me the bag under the second cabinet, would ye? *izzan excited Rover!*
Molly: *you all look yummy for I want to eat your braaaaaains*
Eleanor: *knocks on the medbay door*
Baby Tobias: *whimpers*
Perforate: *I want to eat your hard drives, and infect you with barnacles. Plus you're all generally yummy anyhow*
Stress Proof: O.O *LIES DOWN before the door hisses open, is INNUCENT*
Eleanor: Hello? Stress?
Diane: *Sashays over to Cruci, liking the dapper look*
Delta Sept: *blinkies* *well, if it makes you happy- OHELL DOOR* <OO>;;;;
Chirapsio: *DO NOT MAKE ME GO ALL HYSTERICAL HOUSEWIFE ON YOUR ASS, STRESS*
Hushabye: *POUNCES for Don, cloak fluttering*
Contrail: *....blinkas at the medbay door opening, bunneh ears twitching o3o*
Crucifer: Is it? That's astonishing, but... to what purpose? There seems to be such a vast variety of costumes... *crouches down and bows a little bow* Good day, Miss Diane ^__^
Leisergeist: *FLOOFAS, and... examines what she can see of her "costume"*
Stress Proof: *IZZA LAMB, 'KAY???* Come in, come in.
Penny Feely: *............dance pole >3 it calls to me*
Diane: Good evening. My, aren't you the dashing gentlemech...
Blackjack: ^__^ *strums 'This is Halloween'*
Delta Sept: *shitprimusslaggitfuckdamnhellcrapfuckin'H
Stress Proof: *the office, lad, the office!*
Perforate: It is a human holiday, of sorts. Halloween.
Delta Sept: *FUCKIN’ DIVES FOR IT*
Eleanor: *comes in with Tobias* Hi... sorry to bother you. The Bar's doing some kind of Halloween thing and it's a little noisy in there for Tobias.
Donovan Allen: *is pounced on!*
Eleanor: .... was that Delta?
Hushabye: *cackles and beckons his sinister voice* your time has come!
Delta Sept: *oo;;;;;... OPRIMUSNONOTTHEKIDTOO!* <T____________________________T>;;;;;;;;
Stress Proof: Hmm? Delta? *is lying down in his little cot, IZZA GOOD PATIENT! <___<* That's a lovely costume, Eleanor ^__^
Donovan Allen: *stabbity stab stab with sword and ducks away*
Eleanor: *blush* Thanks
Leisergeist: *Deltaaaaaa, whyfor are you hiding...? T_T*
Donovan Allen: Hahahahaha! *heroic laugh*
Hushabye: *puffs and goes for him with his teeth* >D
