The ICBar Log

September 19, 2009 - AHQ

2009-12-24T10:52:57Z

Chiro: *sighs*

September 19, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-24T10:51:57Z

The Magic Bar Genie: *Bamfs in* ....Hmph. So much for that. *aaaand MAGIKS.....and bamfs off* *folks might find the human kitchen automatically restocking, the place keeping itself clean, and the Wardrobe of Holding automatically restoring... but the weapons field won't work still and there is still only the energon left by Helix and Morpho*
Reinforcements: *.... So close... so, so close...*
Vae: *POPS OUT OF REIN'S CHEST, DAMMIT*
Reinforcements: *OO Oh... that's not a homicidal Saleen arm... all is well* *Blinks at the bitty*
Vae: *.......holds up a Halloween mask he found in there*
Reinforcements: What's that?
Vae: *peeps!* A mask o.o
Reinforcements: Is it yours?
Vae: No oo;
Reinforcements: Whose is it?
Vae: Came from in there. *points to his chest-o-matic*
Reinforcements: Oh... Careful when you're in there, okay?
Vae: Barricade?
Reinforcements: Yeah...
Barricade: *isn't anywhere near the Bar*
Reinforcements: *Don't know how insane the compartment magic might be, Sir. Just trying to be safe*
Vae: He's mean. ><
Barricade: *wants to drown that child.*
Vae: *SEE?*
Reinforcements: He's an Elite.
Vae: So? oo
Reinforcements: 'S always best to stay away from them.
Vae: oo; Ironhide is nice. *to him at least*
Reinforcements: *Shrugs his upper doorwings* I wouldn't know.
Vae: *patpat*
Reinforcements: *Blinka*
Vae: *is comforting you!*
Reinforcements: *Um... Thank you?* *Holds out a hand for the bitty*
Vae: *hops into it*
Reinforcements: *Is then free to pull a piece of candy from his chest, to offer it to him*
Vae: 8D !
Reinforcements: *^__^*
Vae: *nooombles ^w^ *
Reinforcements: *Life is good, when he can give people candy from his chest*
Vae: *curls up in his hand, purrrrrrrring*
Reinforcements: *Careful, so, soooo careful little back pettings for him*
Vae: ^__^
Reinforcements: *^_^* Do you want me to do anything?
Vae: *No ^_^ has candy and scritchings, is haaaaappy*
Reinforcements: *Offers another bit of candy, and keeps up them scritchings then*
Vae: *kicks his lil’ legs X3 *
Reinforcements: *Aww...*
10-4: *ambles in, a-looking for Lockup*
Lockup: *ran into a tent in the middle of the fucking road in Fincastle, Va x.x goddamn weddings*
10-4: *D8 But you said you'd meet me here*
Rat: *SOMEONE IS REMEMBERING TO FEED ME RIGHT? RIIIIIIGHT? D8 *
Ratchet: *yes, for Primus' sake. YES*
Lockup: *I'm hurrying! DX *
Rat: *because I WILL SQUEAK ON THE HOUR, EVERY HOUR*
Ratchet: *.... will feed you to the Autopup along with his daily energon ration -___-*
10-4: *unfortunate... will just have to shower alone then.....*
Roth Red: * 8D *
Patch Work: *wakes up*
Lockup: *..........runs through the front door* ........*and pulls a tent post out of his grill >>; *
10-4: ........Now, whatchu this time, dummy?
Reinforcements: *Is a 'keeping the bitty safe' Brick*
Lockup: *flings it out the door* Nothing!
Patch Work: *sits up slowly and looks around* *can I get back to work naow? Yes?*
10-4: Assault. Git 'em!
Starscream: *-_- Can I wake up before someone else tries to murder me?*
Assault: *lunge*
Lockup: *SQUEALS and flees!*
Assault: *BARK BARK SNARL and tries to BITE HIS AFT*
Ratchet: *you can wake up, but you're not going anywhere. -You- can wake up and head out, but you're NOT coming to work until the aches settle*
Lockup: *lkdfjdsjf UP THE PILLAR HE GOES* Tenny! DX
Patch Work: *but sir, I feel fine* *looks around for Ratchet*
Assault: *I HAZ HIM TREED, MASTER 8D*
10-4: *larfles* Alright, alright, Assault. You love him again.
Lockup: *TRAITOR*
Assault: *sits down and WAGS TAIL at Locky. 8DD COME PLAY WITH ME*
Lockup: *.......snubs him* >.>
Ratchet: *as usual, by Shrieky McScreams' berth, for all appearances asleep*
Patch Work: *goes over to Ratchet* Sir?
Vae: *.....teeths on Rein's hand owo *
Ratchet: *thunks down and looks at Patch as he gets closer* Yes, Patch Work?
Reinforcements: *Has next to no tactile sensors in his hand, so doesn't mind*
Patch Work: Sir I.... I just wanted to know when I can come back to work.
Ratchet: When all your reports read green across the board. And not border-line green, either. Though you're free to leave the medbay if you want.
Patch Work: ...may I stay sir?
Ratchet: You may stay, but you may -not- work until your repairs are fully settled.
Assault: *D8 LOCKY. .. Bark bark..... bark... whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine*
Lockup: *not the whine DX *
Assault: *stoic puppeh is CRYING. HIS PARTNER DON'T LUV HIM NO MOAR*
Lockup: *OHGOD WHY DX *
Assault: *scratches at the pillar and keenwhineWHINEwhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiines!*
Lockup: *lskdf;kshf drops down* Stoppit DX I'm here.
Assault: *falls over, dead, despondent, his world has ended*
Lockup: *>< picks him up*
Assault: *cryyyyy*
Lockup: *............noms his ears*
Assault: o3o
Lockup: Traitor..................*goes to throw him in the bathtubs in the washroom*
Assault: *.........HOLDS. ONTO. THE. DOORFRAME.*
Lockup: *LEANS, DAMMIT, WE ARE GOING IN THERE*
Assault: *NO. WE ARE NOT. SCRABBLE SCRABLLE*
10-4: *…sighs XD*
Lockup: *WILL GRAB YOUR PAWS*
Assault: *WILL BITE YOUR FACE*
Lockup: *YOU BETTER NOT*
Assault: *SO WILL*
Patch Work: *waits for Ratchet's response*
Roth Red: *peeks out of the office*
Patch Work: Thank you sir. *goes back to his berth and sits down, reviewing the old datapads that Stress let him borrow*
Ratchet: *nods to Patch and looks at the Autopup, giving him a brief nod*
Roth Red: *whuffs*
Starscream: *Starts awake with a shriek, trying his damndest to flail-kill-escape-something*
Assault: *ow my EARS. ><;*
Ratchet: *.......... thank goodness for restraints -__-*
Chiro: *...it's a good thing he's in the brig... that return to consciousness would have killed him of fright*
Reinforcements: *Oo ... Wow*
Ironhide: *...Jupiter called. It wants you all to keep the noise down...*
Starscream: *SGHASEDBHVSCSXLETMEGO!!!*
Ratchet: *ooooonce my audios stop ringing, we'll see about that o____@*
Patch Work: *blinks, staring at Screamer*
Roth Red: *KEENS and flees back into the office*
Starscream: *Does NOT like being tied down, in a place he's never been before, and can't remember how he got there*
Patch Work: *Primus, that was loud*
Ratchet: *narrow, Screamer* <<Starscream. Calm down. You're safe *sort of*. You're in medbay.>>
Starscream: *... Calms down.... sorta.... if only since escape doesn't appear to be working anyhow*
Ratchet: You're in the Bar's medbay. Do you remember what happened?
Starscream: *Why does the bar have a medbay?* *Hissss* Mostly.
Ratchet: Go ahead.
Starscream: . . . What?
Ratchet: ... With what happened.
Starscream: *Delightfully raspy* No.
Ratchet: ..... Alright. I'm going to assume you're refusing to give a sitrep because I'm an Autobot.
Starscream: -_- Yes. *Ha, like he'd tell a Decepticon either*
Ratchet: So I'll just call in a Decepticon. *local* <<White Noise, report to medbay.>> But we will have a report.
Barricade: *He doesn't want to say he got his Elite, tattoo'd ass handed to him 8D*
Ratchet: *do I look like a give a flying fig what he wants? I want a report, and I'm the one with Teh Proeb*
Barricade: *... OOH. OOH. CALL ME IN WHEN YOU PROEB HIM. I WANT TO BE THERE*
Starscream: Why does it matter?
White Noise: *stands up, and proceeds to medbay* <<&&Acknowledged.&&>>
Ratchet: Surely you've been an officer long enough to know all medical files are processed alongside the sitrep. *pause* Haven't you?-3-
Barricade: *...clearly you've never been treated by Scalpel…*
Starscream: *Scoffs* You'd be better off questioning Decepticon medical protocols than the length of my career.
Ratchet: Given your lack of cooperation, I'm questioning both. *nods to WN* The Seeker would like to give his report to a Decepticon medic.
Starscream: I didn't say that.
Barricade: *Put it in your report that he got his ass whupped by Chiro. For teh lulz.*
Ratchet: Then give your sitrep already and be done with it. I don't have the inclination to play chase the loophole with you.
Starscream: I'm not going to.
Ratchet: Then I don't have one damn reason to keep you awake. Certainly not to listen to your dulcet tones *gets his IoD* I apologize for the summons, White Noise.
White Noise: &&Your apology is noted.&&
Starscream: *Snarls at him, but there's the line* Fine! No need to get stab-happy, Autobot. I'll talk.
Ratchet: Then by all means, do so.
Starscream: I was attacked by Necroflux.
Ratchet: *huffs* Any physical and weapons data you can provide?
Starscream: *Relates what he recalls*
Ratchet: *takes careful note of it* Well, for one, you should know you're grounded for a while; for another, you still need a shot. I don't need you wrecking your repairs because of the Flyer's Edge.
Starscream: *Hisses* Don't you drug me further.
Ratchet: -.o The hissing is unimpressive. And do you really want to spend the full term of your recovery restrained and staring at the ceiling while fully lucid? I'm not going to knock you out unless it's what you -want-, Starscream. I'm offering a partial tranquilizer.
Starscream: No. I don't want it. *Needs to be lucid, even if it drives him batty*
Ratchet: Fine. But one outburst, one complaint, out of you, and there'll be no more. I'll ensure that.
Starscream: Fine. Whatever. I'll be good.
Ratchet: *snorts, unimpressed* You had major structural damage. Or do you also want to obviate the painkillers?
Starscream: *Gives him a deeply unimpressed look* The painkillers can stay.
Ratchet: Noted. *goes back to his chair*
Starscream: *Stares holes in the ceiling* ... I don't recall getting a neck injury. What did you do to me?
Ratchet: *gets a datapad to read* Stabbed you with a scalpel in an attempt to fix your vox.
Starscream: Ha. -_- *Wants to leave, wants to go, does not like this, not at all*
Ratchet: I regret to inform you the attempt failed.
Starscream: You're not the first to fail.
Ratchet: I don't doubt it.
Starscream: *Lies there fairly passively, just staring at the ceiling, mind racing, and absently flexing and clenching a foot talon*
Ratchet: *.... eyes that foot askance* Something on your processor?
White Noise: *as is in medbay now, sets about running data through one of the consoles*
Starscream: No. *Liiiiies*
Ratchet: *huffs and goes back to reading*
Starscream: *Good. Leave me alone*
Ratchet: *if only I could. But I'm your medic, you pain in my processor*
Starscream: *No, you are my jailer*
Ratchet: *gee, I wonder why it's come down to that?*
Starscream: *Because I made a mistake, and apparently didn't do enough good in this world to die properly. So now I have to suffer*
Ratchet: *now if only it were as simple as that, and you hadn't dragged two of my staff down with you into this mess...*
Starscream: *I haven't touched your medics!*
Ratchet: *don't get loop-holy on me. You know, probably as well as I, you don't need to touch someone to severely muck up their lives and their minds*
Starscream: *Fine. -_- But they are unintended casualties of a simple LESSON. I didn't even kill the Saleen, or break him permanently*
Ratchet: *... a lesson? A lesson to what -purpose-? In case you haven't noticed, no one, not even the Saleen, gives half a damn anymore about your War and your backstabbing. The only one who still thinks it's important is you. And look where that idiocy landed you*
Starscream: *Has figured that out, thank you. And it was a lesson to leave me alone. Whether or not the War is over, I will not tolerate him harassing me*
Ratchet: *and alone you surely are, except for me. Congratulations*
Starscream: *And why are you here, medic? Things would be so much neater if you had just left me to die*
Ratchet: *because I'm a -medic-. Here in a medbay, it is not for me to judge a mech. It is my job, my duty, to give him succor, and to keep him from the Pit or the Well of All-Sparks as best I can. The sorting is left to Primus*
Starscream: *So you'll torment me instead. Goody*
Ratchet: *I will do my best to keep you alive. Your happiness is not my fragging concern*
Starscream: *Will live. Aaaalways lives*
Ratchet: *oh, goodie -_-*
Starscream: *Just going to be a little more twisted for it. But no one cares about that, so no matter*
Ratchet: *and whyyyy would no one care, hmmmm?*
Starscream: *Because I'm a shrill, backstabbing, and fairly powerful ass?*
Ratchet: *no, because you're a shrill, backstabbing and fairly powerful ass who's given no one here any reason to care, and every reason to turn away from you*
Starscream: *Because if I came with candy and presents for everyone I'd be so much more warmly recieved -_-*
Ratchet: *of course not. But when you come throwing your weight around and being an overall bully, don't expect anyone to see you as anything but one*
Starscream: *I expect nothing but. I hold no illusions as to my standing with people*
Ratchet: *Primus help you if that's true. We -like- peace, all of us, 'Bot and 'Con alike. Anyone here could tell you that our bullies, those who did not adapt, died, and died poorly*
Starscream: *Who says I will not adapt?*
Ratchet: *you're not exactly filling me with hope yet -_- But I'm a cranky, pessimistic old Spark*
Starscream: *There is no choice*
Ratchet: *We have a very simple choice: adapt or die. It's who we are, down to the Allspark-given life*
Starscream: *And we all know how good I am at dying. No, will adapt, if only for his babies. Will just be grumpy about it*
Ratchet: *.... who isn't grumpy nowadays?*
Reinforcements: *Not grumpy*
Ratchet: *that's because no one's ordered you to be >_o*
Splint: *.....Isn’t grumpy either. Just... hermity, quiet, and antisocial.... ..*
Ratchet: *..... well, that's -so- much better -.o*
Splint: *.... Is pretty certain next to no one even knows who he is. And is okay with that. *
Nightfall: *grumpy? Nah*
Ratchet: *you're too young to know any better*
Nightfall: *hey, we'll see what the future brings XD*

September 18, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-24T10:35:33Z

Patch Work: *waaaakes up... and..... is that STARSCREAM?!* *oh Primus* *........clearly I am hallucinating.... maybe I should try to wake up again T-T*
Barricade: *..........he's not dead. ... Huh...... and goes right back to drinking*
Chiro: *putses about the medbay, checking on Patchwork, and just kinda o____o at .... their......um, guest?*
Ratchet: *your faith in my medical skill astounds -_-*
Chiro: *I'm bored and there'd patients about. Was never about faith, and I don’t even have enough rank to question your skill*
Ratchet: *not you, the glitchwit getting drunk. And thank you again for keeping an optic on my patients*
Barricade: *WHY WOULD YOU SAVE HIM TO BEGIN WITH?!*
Ratchet: *because in case you have noticed there AREN'T ANY MORE OF US BEING SPARKED*
Barricade: *I'm so dead. =_=*
Ezra'il: *alrighty then... hopefully got the message that he wasn't needed 8D and likely did, so is back in Kodiak...needs to work more on his living quarters*
Ratchet: *it's still appreciated, Ezra'il*
Ezra'il: *I'm still around for the asking. I just live in Alaska and I'm only here when the bar pulls me in*
Starscream: *>< Fighting the sedation*
Perseco: *So hungover and sick ><; *
Nightfall: *on a rafter, seemingly asleep*
Perseco: *shuffles out of the back x.x somebody just kill her and put her out of her misery*
Reinforcements: *Sorry ma'am, that might be frowned upon*
Nightfall: *Just what he said* hey *lifts a hand slightly*
Perseco: Mnnngh. >< *covers her face*
Splint: *...Emerges from whatever little hideyhole he squirrels himself away in the back to do some odds and ends and generic maintenance-y things around the bar.... *
Nightfall: *cracks open an optic* day isn't agreeing with you?
Perseco: No, not really.
Splint: *...just goes about doing odds and ends. Cleaning or repairing this or that.. ...and eventually takes to replacing the air filters for the ventilation system in the bar...*
Nightfall: *should talk...or something. But is exhausted for once o_z*
Perseco: *slumps in a dark booth* *thunks her head on the table x.x *
Reinforcements: ... Ma'am?
Perseco: *thunk...thunk........thunk-this is not improved her headache-thunk* Hm?
Reinforcements: Is... everything okay?
Perseco: No. *thunk......thunk*
Reinforcements: Oh.... Um...
Perseco: *.......whine*
Reinforcements: o_o Do you require anything?
Perseco: *..........could break his CPU sooo easily* ......Nothing that is easy to get right now....perhaps a hangover remedy.
Reinforcements: *Thanks for not. @o* Oh. 'M sorry.
Perseco: Reinforcements, do you ever go out of this building?
Reinforcements: Yes'm.
Perseco: ...on your own direction and not someone else’s?
Reinforcements: Yes'm.
Perseco: Good. *wane smile*
Reinforcements: *Blinka*
Perseco: I would really enjoy seeing you think on your own.
Reinforcements: I... Have been trying, ma'am. But orders take priority.
Perseco: Yes...I suppose they do.
Reinforcements: *’Specially since I've accidently gotten an Elite's notice*
Perseco: *.........is so horny @@ that's so sad*
Reinforcements: *Will never be horny, ever*
Perseco: *....you're so lucky @@ *
Reinforcements: *I guess so, ma'am. Never have to worry about liking nobody, either*
Splint: *.....Wanders out of the back again, having successfully found and replaced the air filters for the ventilation system.* *...Is a bit dusty from rooting around hunting for the suckers*
Perseco: *watches him, dully*
Splint: *...busybusybusy. Ew. Dear Primus this floor needs scrubbed. *
Perseco: *huffs and...gets up to go mosey into the medbay to see if she can find a hangover remedy*
Starscream: *>< Let me wake up!*
Perseco: *.....Are you out of your mind?*
Starscream: *Depends on who you talk to*
Perseco: *.....Psych eval on you will be fuuuun*
Splint: *Watches Perseco calmly, but…isn’t one to bother into the business of others...... * *...Goes about seeing if he can find a way to manageably mop this floor because it is Teh Gross*
Perseco: *Is not in a good mood. Is in pain, cranky, and thinks she's being rebuffed/rejected*
Splint: *Can sense that disturbance in the force and is avoiding making more ripples.........*
Perseco: *oh frag it all, changes her mind and stalks out the back door. Will just go for a long drive.......a very long drive. Comms off to boot*
Starscream: *I see my fine example is being ignored... or I would if you fraggers would let me wake up!!!*
Splint: *Stays out of the medbay on principle... *
Splint: *.....Manages to find a mech-sized mop still in a closet somewhere....and takes to de-Ick-ing the floor in the main part of the bar*
Reinforcements: *Jut gonna be a brick, until you ask me to do summat*
Splint: *...Will just mop around you and not inconvenience you to move out of the way...*
Reinforcements: *... Takes the barest amount of initiative, and shuffles out of the way*
Splint: *......Calmly scrubbies the evacuated spot with a calm chirp of appreciation and continues scrubbing the floor to nearly Erebos-approved levels of cleanliness*
Chiro: *left Cade in the back, and twitches into the medbay o.o to check on Patch and.... that other patient o______o*
Ratchet: *you be quiet -__- You may be my patient, but there's no medical law against gagging you* *is at his usual, chair by his patient, leaned waaaaaaaaaay back, one foot hooked under a console*
Starscream: *Is unconscious. But fighting it, you. HATE. HAAAAAATE*
Ratchet: *unlike Patch Work, I have no problem coma'ing you, Raptor -__-*
Chiro: *Checks on Patch, as he's been doing periodically out of habit*
Starscream: *>< At the risk of sounding petulant, that's not fair*
Ratchet: *........ fair? FAIR? Since when does "fair" enter your vocabulary?*
Chiro: *twitch.... twitch... eases towards Starscream with all the manners of a gazelle calf peering at a lion's den*
Starscream: *Just because I'm never fair, nor do I expect it, doesn't mean it is a foreign concept, Autobot*
Ratchet: *onlines an optic at the Chinchin*
Chiro: *....whimpers*
Ratchet: *thunks down at that* *Chiro* <<You don't need to be here if you don't wish to, Chirapsio. I would never ask that of you.>>
Chiro: *Ratch* <<It's fine, sir.>> *metaphorical deep breath* <<...I'm sorry.>> *WHIPS OUT... his IoD. And gives Starscream his firewall patch stabby*
Starscream: *Hey, I already got one of those!*
Chiro: *You just got another one ^_^*
Ratchet: *.... shaddup. It's therapeutic. For him >:3* *whuffs in amusement* <<Did you include the plague antivirus?>>
Patch Work: *wakes again*
Starscream: *-_- Too unconscious to care*
Chiro: <<It's in there.>> *rubs his face* <<I'm sorry. I know I'm the sane one. I can't let it pass.>> *yanks out his laser cutter and SLICES through Starscream's throat, one clean, broad stroke* *and SQUEALS, tripping backwards*
Patch Work: *scrabbles in surprise at that.... not only am I hallucinating, seeing Starscream, but I just saw Chiro, a medic, try and kill him!*
Ratchet: CHIRO! *LUNGES UP and tries to SHOVE the smaller medic back. It must be Providence Patch just woke up* <<PATCHWORK, restrain Chirapsio! NOW!>>
Chiro: *THUDS against the wall, since he weighs about as much as wet air, and slides to a sitting position, whimpering*
Starscream: *Now this just feels like home, people trying to kill me every day and all*
Patch Work: *scrabbles to his feet from the berth and moves, a bit stiffly after all, to Chiro* I'm.... I'm sorry *blinks, I must BE HALLUCINATING!* *takes restraints and tries to put them on Chiro*
Chiro: Hey! No! I don't need them!
Patch Work: *sort of teeters a bit, not steady on his feet* Sir... I have to.... *begins inspecting Chiro from that hit against the wall*
Chiro: *pfeh, medical restraints. Starts simply taking them off with his foot*
Patch Work: *fine then, tries to hold Chiro down?* *o.o;;;;;;;;;; IS SO CONFUSED!*
Ratchet: *working on sealing lines before too much fluid is lost again* *local* <<HIDE!>>
Barricade: *and SLAMS into the medbay door that leads into the Massa, which is also locked, shoulder first and from a dead run*
Patch Work: *stares at the enraged Cade.... oh no*
Barricade: *is on the OTHER side of the door, Patchwork,....X-ray vision much?*
Starscream: *You know, could have probably prevented this if he wasn't IN A COMA*
Chiro: *trembles like... a Chihuahua in 80 degree weather, but lets Patch restrain him, ultimately*
Patch Work: *mumbling to Chiro over and over* Sorry, sorry sorry....
Ironhide: *Slow Mun is slow D8* *Ratchet* <<What’s the problem?>> *Not liking that tone.. not one bit*
Chiro: Please don't fix him... you'll save him so he can kill countless more...
Ratchet: <<Get. In. Here. Medbay is under senior lockdown protocols and Chiro just tried to kill Starscream.>> We are medics, Chiro. We don't -judge-. We -heal-.
Chiro: It doesn't matter if we judge or not.
Patch Work: *looks at Ratchet from where he is next to Chiro*
Ironhide: *...,...Craaaap .* <<Be there soon>> *Hauls his black behind towards the bar... cursing up a shitstorm in a disgruntled manner*
Barricade: *SLAM*
Ratchet: *processors racing alongside his digits, tone stern, but not angry* Of course it matters, Chiro. We are medics. We are the ones who provide succor and comfort - sometimes the only ones, and sometimes the last ones. If we fail in that trust, if we fail to be impartial, no matter what, where can any of them turn to?
Patch Work: *Ratchet* <<Do you need assistance sir?>> *mentally curses his stiffness*
Starscream: *You know, this coma is not comforting in the least*
Ironhide: *Comes barreling through the front, and plx never mind the Topkick who just nearly faceplanted by slipping on a still wet portion of freshly Splint-mopped floor.* *Ratchet* <<I"m here.>> *Regains balance @@ and heads for the medbay*
Reinforcements: *>> Didn't see anything, sir*
Ironhide: *Thank yuh x__x*
Ratchet: <<Get in here. The door ought to let you in.>> *Patch* <<No. Stay with Chiro.>>
Patch Work: <<Yessir.>>
Ironhide: *Heads into the medbay, trying to figure out what to do about this >< * *Nooot looking forward to brigging Chiro at the least. Nawt at all*
Barricade: *growling on the other side of that door*
Ratchet: *... well, at least it was a clean cut -__-* Patch Work, let Ironhide handle it and get back to your berth, please. *Patch* <<And thank you.>>
Chiro: *just... stays on the floor*
Patch Work: Yessir *slowly makes his way back to his berth* <<You're welcome.... I.... I'm not hallucinating right?>>
Ironhide: *Siiighs...and surveys the scene..... before walking towards Chiro...* .. *......Doesn’t like his job today. But has to say something in him, is proud that Chiro even has the gall to try something like that... But... has to do his job* ...Chiro...
Chiro: *doesn't look at him*
Ratchet: <<Depends on what you think you hallucinated.>>
Ironhide: *......Frowns softly… and offers the Chin a hand up*
Patch Work: <<Starscream in medbay, and Chirapsio........>>
Chiro: *curls up into a ball* *I INTRODUCE MYSELF AS CHIRO. HOW DO YOU ALL KNOW MY FREAKIN' NAME? Is going to spazz one day*
Chiro: *oh but wait... Ratchet said it....*
Ratchet: *I didn't say it, I BELLOWED it 8D*
Ironhide: *Yell louder next time. Mars might not have heard you*
Mars: *Fuck if we didn't o_<*
Patch Work: *Ratchet bellowing is.... quite the experience*
Ratchet: *you shaddup. I've heard you on the shooting range when a gopher pops up -_-*
Ironhide: *Knows he can’t go drill sergeant on Chiro without making things worse..... and does something odd... Instead of trying to get Chiro up... The Topkick...sits down next to him* Anything you want to say, Chiro? *is calm...and trying to handle this like Prime would @@; *
Chiro: *..............crawls into his lap and curls up, tail thoroughly tucked between his legs*
Ratchet: *Patch* <<You're hallucinating neither, Patch Work. And you did not see either, understood?>>
Ironhide: * .....@@ ... Okaay then Um. * ....... *...Um....Damnit Chiro quit doing the kicked puppy routine so well DX * ...I am going to have to brig you for a while, Chiro... you know that right?
Chiro: *muffled* I know. Prolly execute me.
Ratchet: *near-inaudible grunt* The Pit he will. *steps back, grabbing a rag to wipe his hands and examining the repairs*
Barricade: *SLAM. SLAM GOD DAMNIT. SLAM*
Chiro: <<YOU WRECK YOUR FUCKING REPAIRS AND I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU.>>
Barricade: *.............*
Starscream: *-_- Will live. Some more*
Patch Work: *Ratchet* <>
Patch Work: *curls up to go back to sleep*
Chiro: *....slaggit all, and that was local too...*
Ironhide: *......Stares at Chiro and prods him for the execute comment* ... That is absurd Chiro. War has run our numbers down enough on its own. We don’t need to punish each other like that anymore. *Wouldn’t be able to do that to the Chin anyhow x.x*
Ironhide: *...And is ignoring Chiro's little outburst… chalks it up to stress*
Ratchet: .................... *ahhh, silence* *sets a few IV drips*
Chiro: So we allow a mech to live who will be responsible for the deaths of who knows how many others.
Ironhide: *Pats Chiro quietly* That can be said for any of us who have been in the frontlines, Chiro. I've killed probably, as many as he ever has in the course of the wars....
Chiro: *shudders*
Ironhide: *Siiighs calmly. And pats Chiro again... just trying to get him to calm down* ... *Chiro* ..... << ..... I can not look the other way on what you did.....but I have to say I am pretty damn impressed you had it in you Chiro >__> >>
Ratchet: *whuffffffffffs.... and fires his official report to the bossbots -___- Oh, is enjoying this one, is. Like a walk on a smelter at full blast*
Chiro: *gets up rather quickly* <> *and slinks out the door if he's allowed to do exactly as he said*
Starscream: *Quit congratulating him for having the gall to murder an unconscious mech!*
Wildfire: *In the words of the Jenna Jameson, come again?? *
Ironhide: *Sighs and rises to more or less escort Chiro back to base to further deal with all this malarkey*
Ratchet: *............. re-sends his report to WF. AND IT'S NOT APRIL 1ST*
Wildfire: *.....................well this is all just BLOODY GREAT. -_- *
Barricade: *....is outside and tries to figure out WTF IS GOING ON GOD DAMNIT*
Ratchet: *oh, sure, LEAVE ME THE SALEEN, why don't you? -____<;;;;;;*
Ironhide: *...have fun 8D *
Wildfire: *You're the one with IOD's!*
Ratchet: *... will put a prostate in you. Just so he has to EXAMINE it*
Barricade: *IS GOING TO START GETTING VIOLENT.*
Ratchet: *moves to the door, without opening it* <<Barricade.>>
Barricade: <<What. Is. Going. ON.>>
Ratchet: <<Chirapsio just tried to kill Starscream.>>
Barricade: *aaand silence**
Ratchet: *whuffs, waiting*
Barricade: *cuts the line, and breaks something. KJSFHUIOPADIUUISHUFIDHMS before taking the back door and trying to intercept the Topkick and the Porsche. Needs. To. Speak with the Chinchin.*
Ratchet: *sigh* *Hide* <<Either step on it, or wait for it. You likely have company incoming.>>
Ironhide: *....Siiiighs* *Ratchet* <<…Barricade?>>
Ratchet: <<Yup.>>
Ironhide: *Great* *Chiro* <<Barricade is coming after you. So we need to either get a move on or wait for him....>> *Kind of wagers Barricade will be a pest until he gets to speak to Chiro anyhow...*
Chiro: <<He's not coming to be a pain. But... it's your decision whether I get to speak to him or not face to face.>>
Ironhide: *Kinda figured that much about Cade.* <<As a human would say... consider it your one phone call. We can wait if you wish>>
Chiro: *pulls over onto the side of the road*
Ironhide: *Pulls over a distance off... still giving Chiro room but supervising closely*
Chiro: *the conversation that ensues is an unhappy one, but entirely, entirely over encrypted comm. Or something. As they're speaking but there aren't any signal pings going from one to the other*
Ironhide: *Watches carefully... not liking the encrypted comm. bit.... but ...really didn’t have a solid reason to not let Barricade see Chiro. Hopefully this won’t come back to bite him*
Chiro: *sighs as he watches Cade disappears down the road* *and continues on towards the base*
Roth Red: *curled up so far under Stress' desk, it'd take dynamite to get him out*
Barricade: *really wishes that damn Rover was around*
Ratchet: *... you and me both. For ONCE*
Barricade: *comes back and spins out of transformation, leaping onto the roof to... gargoyle the night away and think*
Ratchet: *sends out a brief ping... dammit, femme >_< Ah, well......*
Barricade: *triiiiiies, damnit, tries to get in contact with the Rover. And will continue to try until he browns out his comm. systems.*
Perseco: *was rebuffed and/or rejected. Is not feeling up to her duties at the moment*
Ratchet: *as long as you let me know you're alright out there soon >_o*
Erebos: *she left me here all alone TTTT_TTTT *
Ratchet: *-__- If you can be trusted not to kill my patients, I'll take your company*
Splint: *Still just quietly... putzing around... doing this or that and keeping out of the drama...*
Reinforcements: *Still a Brick*
Splint: *......Tempted to dust the Brick just to be snarky. But behaves and goes about wiping down the bar counter now that the floor of the main room has been mopped*
Reinforcements: *... Could probably use a solid dusting*
Splint: *...that you could.*
Reinforcements: *Course, on that tack, needs a bath. >> Getting mauled by Barricade was messy*
Splint: *.........I bet* *...Juuuust wiping down that bar counter. Keeping occupied while the place is quiet*
Reinforcements: *Is nice, quiet statuary*

September 17, 2009 - Behind the Scenes

2009-12-24T10:18:27Z

Starscream: *Getting up to his ususal evils, with stealing energy on the mind. And what's this? Lightly guarded, non-Autobot supply train? Scooooore*
Attuli: *We all know mah orders on mah supplies...*
Codex: *as you command, Lady. Anyone that touches them without your word dies. Slowly and painfully*
Starscream: *Pft, doesn't even know of you* *And diiiives outta the sky, EMP thinger humming to do a strafing run on whatever grunts he spies, and if they go down easy, grab what he can*
Codex: *.... what the frag happened to my caravan lines? Swings around, cloaked, and those grunts better be giving a good account of themselves*
Starscream: *The EMP might interfere with that. 8D* *Fly, my missiles! Kill 'em all!*
Codex: *well, missile fire is never good* *sinks lower, coming under the horizon line to get a visual on what the Pit is going on*
Necrogrunts: *asdfasdfasgASDFARSSHOOT BACK*
Starscream: *Like a vast, predatory bird, harrying the grunts, making use of his liberal sprinkling of missiles tactic, more interested in shooing them away to grab what he's after and escaping, than straight up fighting*
Codex: *.... interesting. And painted like a barbarian* *keeps low, circling, using the mayhem of sound and violence to remain undetected* *Attuli* <<Lady, the caravan is under attack. Direct visual feed coming to you. Do your standing orders change?>>
Starscream: *Hey, these tats is sexy!*
Codex: *you're painted up like a primitive. I -could- have said you're painted up like a streetwalker*
Attuli: *Whut is wrong wif da primitive look? >8/ *
Codex: *nothing when -you- do it, Lady. But this isn't you*
Starscream: *Nope. I'm prettier*
Attuli: <<Ground heem.>>
Codex: <<As our goddess commands.>> *rises up abruptly, firing one Sidewinder, then another three seconds after* *and you louts, KEEP SHOOTING*
Starscream: *Immediately turns as soon as he senses that Sidewinder, firing at it as well as popping off a missile of his own to hopefully blow it or the subsequent one up, and fleees, flees like a little girly girl!*
Codex: *........ what the Pit kind of Seeker are you, you craven thing?* *opens fire with his cannon, accelerating after him*
Starscream: *Is a well known coward* *FLEES, making use of all his aerial talents to try and avoid that cannon* *>< Though his ass is getting nicely chewed up. This running away thing is easier when he's fastest*
Codex: *not this time, Coward, not this time. And those whorling designs make exceptional bull's-eyes, though is, as ordered, trying to ground, not outrightly kill*
Starscream: *Arugh!* *Flips 180 midair, transforming to open fire on him with both his remaining missiles (No matter he's running out) and Vulcan*
Codex: *fires at those missiles, spiraling to avoid what he can of the Vulcan's damage but gladly accepting what he must take, transforming and trying to ram the infidel*
Starscream: *SCREECHES as he's rammed, and is clawing and slashing at, slaggit!!*
Attuli: *Whut a lov'ly singin' voice x.x *
Codex: *doesn't stay past the first impact, hissing at the damage and trying to put a double kick into the larger Seeker, as much to throw him off-balance and down as to give himself distance to bring his Pu Dao out and swing it in a wide, crescent slash, trying to catch the ailerons*
Starscream: *Oof! And oh, that's not good* *Tries to dodge, but is thrown off enough to lose a wing tip to the slash... Not good, shouldn't even be able to fly normally, having even less wing is just making it worse!*
Codex: *has noooo intention of letting the bigger Seeker get hold of him, so just harries him, Pu-Dao swinging at ailerons, wingtips, turbines, any target, however minor, that will rob him of flight one nickel, dime and penny at a time*
Starscream: *Slashes at that damn weapon with his wrist blades, still trying to put some bullets in him. >< But motions are getting sloppier the more of his wings go missing*
Codex: *ducking, taking the damage where he must, singed and scorched, and lets the impact of those wristblades on the lance swing him away without effort on his part, firing one of his missiles at the Seeker as he turns that mid-air tumble into a dart away*
Starscream: *That's going to smart* *SHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLS at the missile impact, and falls from the sky, though it's still not entirely uncontrolled, and definitely not without firing his last missile as he goes down*
Codex: *............................. my audios @_@*
Attuli: *I heard dat from over heeyah*
Barricade: *I heard that from HERE. o.O;*
Codex: *..... Lady, do I really have to engage that.... I don't know what he is, but he cannot be mechly!*
Starscream: *>< Shut up* *Lands heavily*
Codex: *shoots at the missile and dives after him through the resulting fireball, coming out streaked and singed, but perfectly battle-ready* *oh, and the remaining grunts probably REALLY want a piece out of your hide right about now, thief*
Starscream: *Snarls at the lot of them, armor bristled, and happily lays down Vulcan fire on them, but this is very much sucky... VERY much the suck*
Codex: *drops to a crouching landing, smoking and welted and apparently minding it not one bit, appraising the larger Seeker like a parts basket, letting the grunts beat on him and get blown to smithereens* *Attuli* <<He is grounded, Lady.>>
Starscream: *>< Hasn't taken a beating like this in a long time. Frankly, did not miss it*
Attuli: <<Watch mah back or eet is ya life, Codex.>> *cruises into the clearing and transforms, running to him fleetly like a black shadow, slipping in and out of the melee, under the bullet's raining down, and LEAPS up, twisting in the air to stab and slash, trying to drive home curved barbs into his legs near the knees*
Starscream: *Shrillls so shrilly, there is no text big enough for it, as one knee buckles automatically and he falls, but slashes at her slaggit!!*
Codex: *LEAPS and throws himself and his Pu-Dao between them in a classic guard position, armor and fluids flying, but doesn't budge... merely smiles ferally at the poor, poor Seeker, who doesn't yet know what he's facing*
Attuli: *leaves the barbs with each strike, whirling under Codex and striking out at his other leg*
Starscream: *>< Well then, STABS at Codex, since he's going to be in the way, trying to hook his wristblades into something, so when his other leg gives under Attuli's assault his weight drags the blades through*
Codex: *SCREECHES as those blades catch into his side, swinging the Pu-Dao not at the wristblades, but at the wrists themselves, spitting out fluids in true and tried Bay-fashion*
Attuli: *meanwhile, making like a demon squirrel and STABBING, and hooking barbs anywhere she can reach as she tries to climb Mt Shrillness*
Starscream: *OW!!!* *Wrist (As it's two blades on the left) is nearly bisected, and the unmechly levels of shrieking do let it be well known he doesn't appreciate that!!! But fires. Fires at everything and anything, shaking violently to try and dislodge that frigging femme!*
Codex: *bury him. BURY THE INFIDEL. TEAR HIS ARMOR OFF AND BARE HIS SPARK FOR THE GLORY OF OUR LADY AND THE NECROFLUX* *swings the Pu-Dao counter to Attuli's position, trying to slash in short arcs at the heretic, never mind the gaping injury on his side* *is a fanatic, and will. not. be stopped*
Attuli: *on his back and aiming to maim those wings further*
Starscream: *KEEEEEEEEEENS, and knows he's overmatched, and that this is not going to end well. >< Tries to contact Barricade, has to make sure the hatchlings are taken care of...* *SNAPS at that pole arm with his fairly formidable teeth, falling backwards onto his back*
Codex: *snarls, letting go the lance and lunging at him with talons and a snarl, because if he fell on the Lady he will dig her out through. his. chest.*
Attuli: *leapt off onto a grunt without a scratch*
Starscream: *FUCK!* *Claws at him with the hand left to him and bites, but cannae do so much more to save hisself now*
Barricade: *what was that? Bit busy in the bar, squealer*
Starscream: *-_- Dying. Make sure my babies are fed*
Barricade: *....You're dying? FUCK YES!*
Codex: *SHRILLS (though cannae compare to the King of Shrill, thank goodness) at the biting, clawing at the chest armor.... You know what, FUKKIT. Deploys his cannon again and FIRES at the chest armor with it instead, will DIG. DIG. DIGGETY. DIG*
Starscream: *Fuck you very much* *SHRIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKS, and bats at him, nooo, get out of there!* *Writhes as best he can, trying to get away, something, anything…*
Attuli: *Standing back and watching*
Morpho: *this is what comes of makin' enemies 'stead of friends, bub. Whole new ballgame planetside*
Starscream: *I would rather the crotchpheasant has them than Autobots*
Morpho: *... I don't think he cares, bub*
Starscream: *And shut up. I don't need to be asterisk lucid right now*
Barricade: *is so going to let the hatchlings die.*
Attuli: *Nawt even I would be so stupid as tah waste dat resource*
Barricade: *See I want you, and the Shrilljet, and the hatchlings OUT OF MY LIFE. They threaten everything*
Codex: *lets him writhe... in fact, HELPS him writhe, in the direction of his chewed-up lance, reaching out with a foot for what's left of the Pu-Dao and snatching it with one hand* &&You will learn how swift the Necroflux can make death, infidel. You will never live to see this planet die and glorious Cybertron restored. You aren't worthy.&&
Starscream: *You know, if you lot weren't zealots, he'd have joined you...* *Hisssssssssssssssssssses brokenly*
Attuli: Dun keel him.
Barricade: *...NO. NO. OH GOD PLEASE KILL HIM. I JUST TOLD HIM I'MMA LET THE HATCHLINGS DIE. D8*
Codex: *pauses, perfectly obedient despite being chewed, bitten, clawed, shot, burned and altogether annoyed with this nuisance* Your orders, Lady?
Attuli: *saunters closer, pulling out a looong curved bone claw*
Starscream: *Snarls at her, as best as he can*
Codex: *holds him down along with whatever grunts might have still survived. Guess they're not all as dumb as the majority...*
Attuli: Ya are a fool. *whirls around and SLAMS that curved blade into his support line leading to his spark chamber* Leave ‘em to die. *turns and saunters away*
Starscream: *SHRIIIIIiii...iii..iii....*
Codex: *steps back, holding his side and watching the Seeker curiously, before turning around and bellowing orders at the survivors to get the caravan moving again, turning around and walking away without hesitation*
Nautilus: *waits ‘til everyone is well away before sneaking over, fretting and whining to himself*
Starscream: *Appears to have bled out, just as intended*
Nautilus: >< *pulls out the blade and patches up the line as best he can before calling in a mayday to the ‘Bot Medics*
Starscream: *So dead... >> The spark in his chest lies*
Nautilus: *LIIIIIIIIIIIIVE DAMN YOU, LIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE*
Starscream: *>< FINE. Can't die anyway.*
Nautilus: ...........o_o *why isn't he dead?*
Starscream: *Really should be. Isn't even bleeding from his EVERYWHERE wounds anymore, as the blood's all gone*

September 17, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-24T10:17:25Z

Firecracker: *drops from a rafter to the bar counter*
Barricade: *comes out of the pool room, favoring the shoulder he strained beating on the Brick last night*
Firecracker: *looks up from raiding the bowl of crunchies* hi
Barricade: *looks at the youngling... and grunts in irritation*
Firecracker: *Just sitting here oo*
Barricade: *is looking at you in iiiiiiiiiire*
Firecracker: *chirrs* Is it anything?
Morpho: *a-wanders in, pulling his wheelbarrow, hat on his head*
Barricade: *looks about at Morpho*
Morpho: *tips his hat p'litely at Bitey McBitesalot*
Firecracker: *munching on some crunchies. Trying to watch Morpho and Barricade at the same time*
Barricade: *wants to eat that hat*
Morpho: *gotta get it first, bub. And I'm kinda protective of it* *grins at the not-so-bitty* Like those?
Barricade: *It annoys me. Thus, I wish to eat it*
Firecracker: They are *noddas*
Morpho: Well, a mech don't live on candy alone, bub, but it's somethin', I guess.
Firecracker: *but would have tried if he was allowed 83* I had a no-grade earlier?
Barricade: *grooms his shoulder*
Morpho: Did you, hm?
Firecracker: Yes *almost a whole one* How do you make them? *curious brat, is curious* *and let's talk about something a bit different*
Morpho: A little energon, a little flavoring, a lot of magic c]83
Barricade: *...WANT TO EAT THAT HAT*
Firecracker: *It would be a lot of fun if you tried?* Okay....magic?
Morpho: *... you know, if you get me in trouble with the Chinchindoc...* Magic. *flicks his digits and makes a piece of candy appear, rolling it over his knuckles*
Barricade: *.....eases closer*
Morpho: *keeeeping an optic on ya, then*
Barricade: *ninja's closer............* *in plain sight. While Morpho is looking at him. So ninja.*
Morpho: *.......................... will do ya the courtesy of not laughin' in your face X3*
Firecracker: *Wants to learn that OwwwO* can I have it? *waaaaatching you both*
Barricade: *....LUNGES for the hat*
Firecracker: *squeaks* Watch out!
Morpho: *drops very low, tucks and rolls, flicking the piece of candy at Firecracker, free hand holding his hat to his head, thank ya muchly* Afternoon, bub.
Barricade: *whuff*
Firecracker: *catches the candy with a *snap* of teeth, then sliiides a bit further away from the hunting Saleen* You wasn't fast enough :3
Barricade: *tries again*
Morpho: *ducks to the side this time, watching him with that lazy neutral expression* Somethin' I can help you with, bub?
Barricade: *rumbles*
Morpho: *juuuust watchin'*
Barricade: *lunge swat*
Firecracker: *nibbles on the candy, waaaatching. And isn't plotting, no*
Morpho: *dodge jump* Now you ain't even bought me dinner, bub.
Barricade: *rumbles again and gives up his halfhearted game, slinking back into the back for... sleeeeeeeeeeep*
Firecracker: *awwww* *tries to leap for the hat while Morpho might be a bit focused on Barricade, anyway*
Reinforcements: *... Brick*
Morpho: *ducks down low, trying to let the not-so-bitty sail over him*
Firecracker: *tumbles, and lands mostly on his feet, skidding and bumping into a chair* I just wanted to try it OwwwO
Morpho: And you ain't bought me dinner either. *pats his hat firmly in place*
Reinforcements: *;-; Can't reach into his chest....*
Firecracker: Why do you want dinner for it? *blinkas*
Morpho: *chuckles* Just an expression. You ought to ask the Dragon about it. *awww, whazzamatta, bub?*
Reinforcements: *Knows there's a white felt cowboy hat in his chest... but can't get it*
Firecracker: Okay *ninjas back to the bar counter* You can magic up more candy?
Morpho: What, you mean like this? *flicks his digits and rolls another piece of candy over his knuckles for a moment, before hiding it in his closed fist* I dunno, maybe 83 *now that's a damn shame, bub. Everyone looks better with a cowboy hat c]:3*
Firecracker: Yes. And I like that trick *I could help get it. But you would have to ask oo*
Morpho: Well... *claps his hands together, then separate, both fisted* If you can tell me which one it's at, it's yours.
Reinforcements: *Naw, you might get bit by a cranky Saleen...* *>> Caaarefully reaches into his chest, just a little...*
Morpho: *won't if he's sleepin', will you now?*
Firecracker: *prowls closer, stuuudying both of those hands*
Morpho: *holds 'em out for him, neither any different than the other except for scrapes and scuff marks, the scars of life*
Reinforcements: *... And pulls out the hat! Victoly!*
Firecracker: *tries a scan to try and pinpoint where the candy might be, if that works. Am a tricky brat :3*
Morpho: *chuckles at the flicker of the scan, has a piece of candy on -each- hand XD*
Reinforcements: *Inspects the white hat, and sets it on the bar counter, then gets back to being sore statuary*
Firecracker: A trick, you have one in both hands! *eyes him, but not disapproving, no* *and sees that unguarded hat*
Morpho: *chuckles, offering both, palms open* Ain't never said I didn't. Only said you could have 'em if you could tell me which one it was at. *gives the hat a brief, amused look, then one at the battered Brick*
Reinforcements: *You'd be more amused if you knew what it said inside that hat*
Morpho: *... now that's just an invitation, bub*
Firecracker: Thank you *snatches them OwwO* And I did
Reinforcements: *Yessir, it certainly is*
Morpho: And so you get 'em. *brushes his hands, 'magically' producing a stick of candy, breaking off a piece and nomming it, and leaving it on the counter near the Brick 83*
Reinforcements: *Shifts enough to grab that candy, and put it in his chest*
Firecracker: *nibbles one piece of the candy. Then squawks as the other piece gets snatched away by a blurr of a raven drone* >.<
Morpho: Easy come, easy go, huh? Afternoon, little sister.
Firecracker: She does that a lot *like he finds the Dragon's candy stashes*
Penna: Hey there! *tumbles, then seems to vanish somewhere in the rafters*
Morpho: Maybe she's learnin' it from someone else, hm? :3
Firecracker: I don't know *innocent!*
Morpho: ... You don't do that very well, bub X3
Firecracker: I don't do what well? oo *83*
Penna: *tumbles back down, finding herself a perch at Morpho's shoulder*
Morpho: Not one bit. *piece of candy for you, thief, and tries to catch that beak* Ain't you got somethin' that don't belong to you?
Penna: *nips lightly at those fingers* Is enough for all?
Morpho: *amused* Ain't the same. Ain't yours.
Penna: *shakes a wing, then catches the piece of candy falling with her foot*
Firecracker: *chirrrrrr*
Morpho: Got to give a good example, little sister. All of us, right?
Penna: *peers with one optic* Yeeeees. Take word for it?
Morpho: Oh, it ain't me you gotta convince XD
Morpho: *moves to sit cross-legged on the counter once he's free of drones and sparklings, and gives a look at that hat* Fancy, bub.
Reinforcements: Not as fancy as yours.
Morpho: Mine? Well, Pit, bub, this one's a Bar present *takes his hat and brushes it delicately* Where'd yours come from... other than your chest? XD
Reinforcements: Not so sure about that... I don't believe the tag inside.
Morpho: ... The tag? What's it say?
Reinforcements: Says it's Ratchet's hat. *Because my Mun is horrible*
Morpho: ......... *My Mun is dying. This is never reassuring XD;* Did you ask him?
Reinforcements: *Aaalmost looks panicked O_O* No.
Morpho: Aw, why not, bub?
Reinforcements: ... If it's not his, it might be offensive. If it is, he'll want to know how I got it.
Morpho: ... There ain't a lot of mechs would get offended just because you ask 'em if a hat's their property, bub. And as for how you got it... how did you get it?
Reinforcements: It was in my chest. That's all I know.
Morpho: .... That's just got its own magic, don't it XD *have a stick of candy for being a patient creature*
Reinforcements: Yup... It's gonna get me in trouble. *And in his chest it goes*
Morpho: It hasn't already? You're a luckier mech than I thought.
Reinforcements: That's... not entirely accurate. I shoulda said more trouble.
Morpho: .... Oh?
Reinforcements: Yup. *As the signs of his getting beat could testify*
Morpho: *you coulda got that from anyone and any reason, bub* ... Still got all your limbs?
Reinforcements: *True* At the moment, yes.
Morpho: Well, not too much trouble, then. Been stayin' around a few days now, bub?
Reinforcements: *Nods* Yup.
Morpho: Don't suppose you could tell me who you've seen comin' and goin'?
Reinforcements: Yessir. A whole list, or anyone in particular?
Morpho: You can toss names at me and we'll go from there, how's that?
Reinforcements: I have seen *And lists everyone he can, for the last four days or so, in no order, but never repeating*
Morpho: *listenin', waitin'. Isn't here often enough to know if things ought to be as they are or not. But it goin' back four days and not having the name he's lookin' for don't sit well with him* Thanks, bub. *hands him two sticks o' candy*
Reinforcements: *Puts them in his chest. Candy must go in the chest* Not a problem.
Sideswipe: *walks in at about the same time Perseco does, and gives her a lingering look as she walks to the back*
Morpho: *tips his hat at the doc, and eyes Trouble over there briefly*
Perseco: *nods at Morpho on her way to her room*
Sideswipe: Quiet again in here.
Morpho: Ain't that a good thing? *sets to filling up the bowls of crunchies*
Sideswipe: I wasn't designed to be quiet, if you get my drift. *sits at the counter*
Morpho: Hadn't noticed that one bit, bub. *sets the crunchies, gets his Box o' Wonders and sets to rummaging in it*
Reinforcements: *Briiick* *And don't mind the white felt cowboy hat on the counter*
Sideswipe: ...........*looks at the hat*
Reinforcements: *... Look in the hat*
Morpho: *looks at 'em lookin' at the hat, pulling out a coupla tins from the Box o' Wonders*
Sideswipe: *ok, I'll bite, reaches for the hat and look at it from all angles*
Reinforcements: *Inside there's a tag stating it's Ratchet's hat*
Sideswipe: *......................on the floor XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD *
Morpho: *XD*
Reinforcements: *... 83*
Sideswipe: *pops up* Be right back. I have to go earn a beating. *is srs, is* *stalks to the back and the medbay* *Ratchet* <<Hey, you around?>>
Ratchet: *Sides* <<............... This better be inescapably important.>> *knows that tone, oh yes*
Sideswipe: *first needs to make damn sure he ain’t' doing something important* <<You in the middle of something important? I got a question.>>
Ratchet: *onlines an optic and eyes his sundry patients* <>
Sideswipe: <<It's private. I'm at the medbay door. I'm not risking a tap on the comms. If you know what I'm saying.>>
Ratchet: *whuffs* <<Come on in, then.>>
Sideswipe: *walks in, shuffling nervously* Ahm...
Ratchet: *EYES him*
Sideswipe: *..........TRIES TO JAM THE HAT ON HIS HEAD 8D *
Ratchet: *FLAILS and tries to DECK him*
Reinforcements: *... Hopefully this does not get back to me*
Sideswipe: *lkdjf;sdj DUCKS (barely) and flees like a madman!!!*
Ratchet: *CHASES. CHUCKS the hat and CHASES him like a goaded bull*
Sideswipe: *SQUEALS and runs around a berth before slipping out of the medbay* YOU WON'T LEAVE SANCTIFIED GROUND!
Ratchet: *FAH-LINGS a wrench at his head*
Sideswipe: *from outside: CLANG-THUD*
Reinforcements: *O___O That's scary and impressive*
Sideswipe: *wrenches and datapads. They are heat seeking. He swears it*
Ratchet: *welp, if it had that particularly fine resonance of wrench hitting the helm of an over-inflated, aggravated Stingray, all is well with the world, and goes back to his sentry post in medbay. To examine the... WTP is this, a hat?*
Morpho: .... That's just impressive X3
Reinforcements: *A white felt hat with your name in it, sir* Yup....
Sideswipe: Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn x.x
Morpho: ... Wonderin' if he needs a hand up out there 83
Ratchet: *.... why is there a white felt hat with my name in it? -__-*
Sideswipe: *I was only returning it to you!!!*
Reinforcements: *... My Mun is a whore, sir*
Perseco: *steps out of her doorway and nearly trips over Sides* o.o .....Are you ok? .......*picks up the ratchet.....blinkblink*
Sideswipe: ......*oozes towards the bar*
Ratchet: *you're all heathens. AND IT'S A WRENCH!*
Perseco: *I told you I'm no good with tools!!*
Morpho: *amuuuused* Need any help out there, Doctor Phil?
Perseco: No, I think I'll return this to the...medic who threw this...Can't be that hard to figure out who it was. ^_^;
Sideswipe: He won't hit a lady. x.x *ooozes out to a couch*
Morpho: Good luck *gives her a thumbs up, still smirking at the Corvette*
Reinforcements: *Pretending he's inconspicuous*
Sideswipe: *throws a pillow at Morpho and Rein*
Perseco: *Smiles and toddles toward the medbay with the WRENCH*
Reinforcements: *Thunk*
Morpho: *snrrrrrk*
Reinforcements: *.... Picks up the pillow, and puts it in his chest*
Ratchet: *.... asdfsdfasgas WHY. Is. There. A. Hat. With. His. Name. On. It?! He's never worn a hat in his life!*
Raditz: *8DDD Just for you!*
Ratchet: *-___-;;;*
Raditz: *Put it ooooooon*
Ratchet: *.... for Primus' sake, no -_-*
Raditz: *That's it. You're getting a picture with Devastator*
Ratchet: *............. -___-*
Barricade: *slinks out of the back and spots an opportunity he can't quite pass up*
Perseco: *peeks into the medbay* Hello? oO
Sideswipe: *face down on the couch*
Barricade: *puts his stealth groove on and slinks on over to Sideswipe's couch, staying behind it*
Ratchet: *looks up and puts the hat aside* Come in, Perseco.
Perseco: I think you lost something. ^_^; *holds up the wrench*
Ratchet: Hrmph. I hope he has the dent to show for it. *gestures for it, though* Thank you.
Antediluvian: *slips in through the Seeker window and perches*
Sideswipe: *Don't.do.it.*
Perseco: Oh, he does. *looks around the medbay, seeing how private the place is now before holding out the wrench but keeping a tight grip on it*
Patch Work: *wakes up* o.o *was out a long time*
Perseco: *Damn -_-; *
Patch Work: *sorry o.o*
Ratchet: *does keep curtained partitions around his patients, for privacy* *looks up at her at the wrench, but lets it go when Patch wakes up* Welcome back, Patch Work.
Barricade: *FLIPS the couch*
Patch Work: *blinks blinks* Hello sir.
Perseco: *sighs and sets the tool down on a nearby tray*
Sideswipe: MOTHER FRAG-*sksldghsdgh under the couch* ........Hey, there's treats in the cushions! 8D
Barricade: *and JUMPS onto the couch, standing on it*
Sideswipe: *SHINK up goes the sword THROUGH the couch, he'll pay for damages and replace it later!* *I HOPE I GET YOUR FOOT, YOU A-HOLE*
Barricade: *o___O because that's like two inches from his crotch* ...
Patch Work: *....did I interrupt something? Looks from Perse to Ratch but says nothing*
Sideswipe: *and pulls them back >> where's the next one gonna beee *
Barricade: *looks around to see if he can order the Brick to sit on the couch*
Ratchet: Feeling better?
Morpho: *waaaatchin' the mayhem*
Reinforcements: *... Is still lurking by the counter...*
Barricade: Reinforcements. Come sit on this couch.
Patch Work: A bit... perhaps I no longer need the restraints sir? *says this hopefully*
Reinforcements: I cannot sit, Sir.
Barricade: Then lay on it.
Reinforcements: Yessir. *Oh, is a dead mech. Xx But shuffles on over, for the love of Primus, don't kill mee*
Barricade: *:3 will wait until he's down before jumping off*
Perseco: I'll get out of your way, sir. *slips out of the medbay quietly*
Sideswipe: *busy cutting out the side so he can worm out 8D *
Barricade: *Aw, damn*
Reinforcements: *x_x Well, lies down as he's told. And is a fatass*
Ratchet: Stay if you'd like, Perseco. I'd like a word with you. *moves to release all but the don't-fall restraints from Patch Work*
Sideswipe: *wormwormworm-POINTS at Cade* DOUCHEBAG
Barricade: Correct.
Patch Work: Thank you sir...how long am I to stay on a berth?
Reinforcements: *Is so uncomfortable*
Sideswipe: .......*blinking at Rein* What are you doing?
Reinforcements: Following orders.
Barricade: *snickers*
Sideswipe: ....Ever think to question those orders?
Reinforcements: Nossir.
Jolt: *SQUEALS and tumbles through the backroom door*
Ratchet: One or two days, at most.
Sideswipe: Here comes trouble.
Jolt: *warbles and rubs his head*
Reinforcements: *Not even going to bother asking if he can get up*
Sideswipe: You ok, kid?
Barricade: *Ahh, feels like an asshole and loves it, and lounges at a booth*
Jolt: I'm fine. o.o;
Reinforcements: *Luckily has no dignity to miss, and can be patient*
Sideswipe: *gives him a thumb's up before dusting himself off of dust bunnies*
June Frayne: *........randomly decides to call Perf and tease him about random crap* *why yes, she did have a mix of red bulls and pixie sticks 8DD *
Perforate: *What's this then? Not anyone checking to see if he's still you know, alive, but still much appreciated! And oooh, will tease that girl!*
Morpho: *you're like a possum, bub. Will give you a coupla more days before he checks*
June Frayne: *Why would you be dead? OO * *btw, I heard you like mudkips*
Jolt: *goes over to Sideswipe*
Sideswipe: *leans over to tell him about Ratchet's hat XD *
Jolt: *.............XD*
Perforate: *Because no one has heard from me for around three weeks, and I am usually always at the bar* *I prefer cheezburgers, aktuly*
Jolt: *looks around*
Perseco: *Moping in her room 8( *
Sideswipe: I need a drink. We got any?
Jolt: Ummm... the really blue mech sells them…
Sideswipe: *looks to Morpho*
Jolt: *loooooks at Morpho*
Morpho: *iiiiiinnocent*
Sideswipe: Well?
Morpho: Hm?
Sideswipe: *mimes drinking 8D *
Morpho: Oh, you're lookin' to buy, bub?
Sideswipe: How much?
Perseco: *debaaaaaaaaates........debates moar......* *Ratchet* <<Can you....come to my room please?>>
Morpho: Depends on what you want, grade, flavorin'...
Ratchet: *Perseco* <<Give me a moment.>> <<Chiro, can you watch my patients for a moment?>>
Perseco: *sits on her berth and waits with her hands folded in her lap*
Chiro: <<Of course, sir.>> *comes out of the Massa a moment later, bringing a datapad with him*
Jolt: *looking around for something to amuse himself with*
Ratchet: <<Thank you.>> *eyes that hat, then heads on over to go knock on Perseco's door*
Perseco: <<It's open.>>
Sideswipe: *found the note Helix left* .......there are two sellers here? oO
Morpho: *nods* Yup. I trade for fuel. *tips his hat back a bit* Don't know what she trades for, honestly. Fuel's gotta be paid for somewhere along the road.
Jolt: *does Morpho have his cart? His box o’ wonders? 8D?*
Morpho: *got them both, though the wheelbarrow's safely stashed away. The Box o' is out on the counter with me, though*
Jolt: *triiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees to get into the box*
Sideswipe: *smooth XD *
Morpho: ........ Caaaan I help you with that, bub? *the Pit have you been teachin' the kid, 'cause stealth it ain't*
Sideswipe: *HE'S BRIGHT BLUE, and young XD what do you expect??*
Chiro: Nope. *:p reeeaaaaach* *but does, however, take the box from the other side and waltz off with it*
Ratchet: *steps in* You wanted a word with me, Perseco?
Chiro: *flails back into the medbay with it, since Moonie won't cut it >8)*
Jolt: ....I think you just got served. *flails off*
Morpho: *well, gee, if the doc wanted to see him, that's one of doing it... XD* *hops down in pursuit*
Perseco: Yes. *gestures him closer*
Chiro: *tries to hide it in the medbay beforehand 8)*
Morpho: *rushes in* Now, doc, that ain't nice XD
Ratchet: *steps in, mindful to close the door* Yes?
Chiro: 83 Well, now I have something to hold over your head, hm?
Perseco: *reaches for a hand if she can get it to gentle clasp all of hers around and says quite calmly* Ratchet...I respect you and admire you. But more than that, I find you increasingly attractive and would not be adverse to finding any sort of relationship with you, even if it is just a friendship. And...I haven't been with a mech in so long, that I'm growing quite...desperate as I may be patient, but there is only so much a femme of my making can take and I haven't been 'faced properly since my medical training began. o_o I'm tempted to jump any Mech I set optics on if it wasn't so crass. So, what do you think? Am I being too bold? *head tilt*
Morpho: *puts his hands up in surrender* Guess you do, boss 83
Ratchet: ......................................
Barricade: *....WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DO NOT?*
Chiro: *purrs* My ransom is simple.
Sideswipe: *He's not a douchebag? 8D ? *
Perseco: ^_^
Barricade: *well, I mean besides that!*
Morpho: Holey cow, it's about ransoms already. *tips his hat down, then back* I'm a mech of poor means, boss, but let's hear this c]3
Chiro: Well, minor means or not, do you wish your box back?
Morpho: I'd like it back, yassuh.
Chiro: Good then! Now, listen closely.
Ratchet: ....................................................... Are you asking me to interface with you, Perseco?
Perseco: *nodnodnod*
Ratchet: ....................................... Just like that?
Chiro: *.....Ratchet. Even I know my libido, fleeting as it is, better than that. JUST KISS DE GIRL, MAYN*
Morpho: All audios, boss.
Chiro: *leans in and whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiispers*
Perseco: Well, I would think we're more than "just like that." Why do you think I try to spend every break with you?
Ratchet: ........ I thought you wanted to shed the medical responsibilities for a little while in agreeable company! o___@
Perseco: And you agreeable company. 8D *POUNCES him, dammit*
Ratchet: *FLAILS!* Perseco! This is hardly appropriate!
Perseco: That's the point! Don't you find me attractive? D8
Ironhide: *Wanders in quietly, limping and looking tired from the day as he has off and on since he got his new.. job*
Ratchet: I believe you're an exceptionally attractive femme. But that does not signify here!
Perseco: Then what does? *nibbles on him!*
Ratchet: Per... seco *tryyyyying to pry her off*
Barricade: *is that... a girlish shriek I just heard?.......................................eh, oh well*
White Noise: *... looks up briefly from its datapad, as if it had felt a disturbance in the Force...*
Perseco: Hmm? *....mouths at his fingers and guess what? Has velvet lining her mouth and glossa to >>; and more velvet lining the throat tubing but shh*
Ratchet: *asdfasgag those. are. SENSITIVE* Perseco! *tries to pull her away and hold her, firmly, but not roughly*
Perseco: What?? *is pulled away, since she's much smaller and lighter*
Ironhide: *...Finds hisself a seat.....and would be chuckling at Ratchet if he knew about the current predicament...*
Ratchet: *YOU SHUT UP, TOPKICK* Stop that. It would take a blind, deaf and dumb mech to ignore your appeal, and I can honestly say I'm none of those things. But that doesn't mean I consider interactions with yourself, or indeed, anyone I could ever become interested in, casual enough to simply interface with them without attaching some weight and meaning to the act. You -are- attractive, Perseco, your mind does that for you. You're also beautiful. But I am not free as you are to pursue a mech or femme that catches my fancy. You know that, perhaps better than anyone. You're not just a friend, of few I can have. You've been a confidant as well.
Ironhide: *Shutting up XD *
Perseco: It doesn't have to be casual. In fact, I don't want this to be casual. I want you.
Ratchet: You don't know me well enough to say that.
Perseco: I'm trying.
Chiro: *x3 of his few requests, Morpho's massage comes first*
Ratchet: *whuffs* I know. But you've only seen me, ironic as many might find that, at my passable best.
Perseco: So? I don't want just the good parts of you.
Ratchet: How can you know you want what you haven't seen?
Morpho: *blackmail, pure blackmail XD Puts his hat away and pays the terrible, terrible ransom*
Chiro: *is going to do his chinchinny best to PUT THAT AERO TO SLEEP*
Perseco: ...Ratchet, unless you're a closet sociopath, I'm not going to care what you're like when you're at your worst.
Sideswipe: *EYEING Morpho's cart >3 *
Ironhide: *Just plunked on a couch...enjoying being out of the office so to speak for the day*
Morpho: *wouldn't do that if I was you, bub. Particularly if I was you 83* *can I at least go put my wheelbarrow away, boss, sah?*
Chiro: *oh, fine. But you better not run*
Reinforcements: *So uncomfortable*
Barricade: *...............................................*
Sideswipe: *FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS, TELL HIM TO STAND UP, ALREADY*
Barricade: *NO. IT IS FUCKIN’ FUNNY* *however, is enjoying high-grade over here 8)*
Reinforcements: *Sometimes being a good grunt is horrible*
Sideswipe: .....Get off the couch, already DX
Reinforcements: I can't, sir.
Sideswipe: Why not?
Morpho: *nossir, got my word. And my Box 83* *comes out to fetch his wheelbarrow*
Ratchet: *watches her* I hope you would care. Else I might believe it -is- only the interfacing you want. Which is it?
Reinforcements: Barricade's order takes priority.
Barricade: *BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA over here*
Ironhide: *Siiighs and eyes Rein..... and ponders threatening to comm. Gale if Cade doesn’t let Rein up. Or comming Chiro* .....
Perseco: *softly* Do you really think that I would be the type to jeopardize my job for a simple tryst? For once in my life, I want something more. Yes, I want to pleasure you until you nearly brown out, but I'm willing to be selfish enough to demand more than physical company from you. *smiles*
Sideswipe: But that's public property you're laying on. If you're going to lay there like a lump, at least get off the couch so the rest of us can use it.
Reinforcements: I can't, sir. My orders were specific.
Barricade: *hjashduksuk XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD*
Sideswipe: Ok.........................*TACKLES for Cade*
Barricade: *... tries to SLAM an empty cube into Sider's face with that momentum*
Ironhide: *...Smirks... and comms Barricade* *Barricade* <<...Let Rein up, or I will comm. Chiro>> *casual threatening* *innocent*
Sideswipe: *takes that and tries to throttle him*
Morpho: *oboy. Quiiiiietly leaves with his wheelbarrow, to tuck it away safely, before reporting back to his slave-driver 83*
Barricade: *a la Homer?*
Sideswipe: *Yes 8D *
Ironhide: *Waiiiiiits calmly for Barricade to respond.... because he will call Chiro on the pandacar if Rein isn’t released. Because he can X3 *
Barricade: *THROTTLES BACK* <<WHY. It's FUNNY.>>
Sideswipe: *HACKCHOKEHACKHRRKAKLDSHGGHCHOKINGYOU*
Barricade: *HAS BIGGER HANDS. WHICH MEANS HE HAS A BIGGER DIC--- Mun is shot*
Ironhide: *Calm* *Cade* <<…Apparently you want Chiro mad at you again. Two minutes, Barricade. >> *Hums*
Ironhide: *Gonna go beat him some heathens too if the fighting doesn’t stop --; *
Sideswipe: *BUT I'M STILL SEXIER*
Barricade: *AGHRGJS FINE!* Moron, you can move now. *Throttle. THROTTLE. THROTTLE*
Sideswipe: *contorts to CHOKE HIM WITH HIS LEGS*
Reinforcements: *Picks himself up, and shuffles back to his place at the bar counter*
Barricade: *...abruptly LETS GO of Sideswipe, yanks away from him, and SHOVES a high-grade into his hands. IT. IS. PARTY TIME!*
Sideswipe: *thud* ..................I'm confused.
Barricade: *LAUGHS MANIACALLY. UNHINGEDLY, EVEN*
Ironhide: *.......Ponders calling Chiro anyhow. Because Barricade has lost his mind*
Sideswipe: *.....innnnnches away*
Barricade: *GRABS Siders about the shoulders* You. Start drinking. Because I still hate you but who cares?
Sideswipe: .......*I need an adult DX * *drinks*
Barricade: *STRANGER DANGER? 8D?*
Sideswipe: *LKASD;LGKHSD NO*
Barricade: *All my problems are being Beaten to Death by the Necros. LIFE IS GOOD!*
Ironhide: ........*Wonders who slipped Cade the loopyjuice*
Sideswipe: *Drinking with Cade's arm around him...................wtf is going on with reality?*
Barricade: *God damn, is ready to throw a full on fucking PARTY. As in TWO CENT TACOS PARTY IN THE BACK kinda party*
Ironhide: *So as long as this partying doesn’t end up with Barricade in his lap or something equally as demeaning......life will be good ><; *
Barricade: *is already three cubes down and has MORE in his room 8D his entire last order was all high-grade*
Ratchet: *..........................asdfagh* Your job was never in jeopardy, Perseco. Your job is what makes you someone I can... trust outside that job. *touches her face, lightly* And if there is to be more, I would... not be adverse to it. But I'm long past the point in life where I can feel safe rushing into something with anyone, let alone someone who might end up being... meaningful to me.
Sideswipe: This is good stuff!
Barricade: *is a lush. A horrible, horrible, insane lush* The Aero made it.
Perseco: Then don't rush. Don't feel like you owe me anything. I just want to spend a moment with you. *nips at his finger* One wonderful moment to make us both feel good. I'm grown enough to know my own choices. I've thought on this long and hard. Ironhide: *Siighs and shakes his head... and just turns off his optics to ignore the lush*
Sideswipe: *hey, free drinks 8D *
Barricade: *I got more in the back?*
Sideswipe: .........*yeaaah XD Like I'd go to a room with you*
Barricade: *Yer loss. 8D and wanders off into his quarters to DRINK the night away in glee**
Ratchet: *whuuuuuffffffff* And if I could, I w.......................... *head............. tilt* <<Say that again, please?>>
Nautilus: *Um........help 8B ?*
Perseco: Would?
Ironhide: *...............what now?*
Ratchet: *the help part I got. The patient part is... describe again, please? o______o;;;*
Nautilus: *The big shrill one. I think he's the undead o_o *
Barricade: *DO NOT SAVE HIM.*
Perseco: .......Ratchet? oO
Ratchet: *.................. I'm not even... I don't... PRIMUS ON A POGO STICK!* .....................########!!! Perseco, get to medbay, get a surgical berth ready, and lock up the doors to full security protocols. <<Coordinates, please.>> *gallops outta the room and out of the Bar altogether*
Barricade: *.......you suck. Immensely.*
Perseco: o.o Ok....*GODDAMMIT, COCKBLOCKED T_T * *moves to the medbay to do as asked*
Barricade: *COME TO MY PARTY 8D*
Ironhide: *....feels a disturbance in the force......? * *......Someone tell the Topkick what’s going on? D8 ? *
Perseco: *I want a neon green medic T_T I almost had him*
Ratchet: *Hide* <>
Ironhide: *Oh hey. Someone remembered he’s alive 8D * *Heaves himself up* <<On m'way.>>
Jolt: *perks from across the room and watches Ironhide with extreme interest*
Sideswipe: *in a booth, chewing on a cube owo *
Ratchet: *.......... ohey, extra cannon fod- ahem* *Hide* <<Biggest mech on the current rosters?>>
Ironhide: *Thinks a moment, hunting through files* <<Ezra'il I believe>>
Perseco: *Ratchet* <<Berth is prepped and ready, sir.>>
Ratchet: *... Primus, so far away* <<See if we can impose on him for a medevac.>> *Perse* <<Acknowledged.>> *COORDINATES, PLZ*
Nautilus: * 123 Learning Street-*shot* *coordinates*
Ratchet: *thank you. Heads that-a-way.... Well, frag me sideways with a double-wide axle, it -is- Sir Screech-A-Lot*
Starscream: *Have you no respect for the quasi-dead?*
Ironhide: *Heading out as well, working on contacting Ezzy on the way to see what can be worked out*
Perseco: <<Ratchet, do you need my services in the medbay any further? I will retreat to my room if not.>>
Ratchet: *I have no respect for -you-. But as long as there's a trace of energy in your frame, you're my patient, and YOU WILL STAY ALIVE* *Perse* <<Go ahead. I'm.... sorry, Perseco.>>
Starscream: *Is alive, is alive, don't get your panties in a twist -_-*
Perseco: <<Such is the life of a medic, sir.>> *heads out into the bar to grab a cube of high-grade from the bar counter and is going to drink the whole damn thing in her room*
Ironhide: *Gets info and siiiighs sending out info to those who need to know* <<Ezrail is on his way… but it will be a long wait... ten to twelve and a half hours...>>
Ratchet: <<So it is.>> *works on stabilizing the Raptor and swears like a sailor, because Ezzy is the -only- one big enough to carry him. Unless you and your co-leader have a better idea?*
Ironhide: *..Muns brains are approaching dead. WIll get back to you on that*
Starscream: *Do not let me wake up, medic, or it will be bad*
Perseco: *Moves back into her room to drink her cube and whine to herself all night long T_T * *and be fussed over by a confused drone*
Wildfire: *........what if we go the US to loan us a few big copters? >>; *
Ratchet: *... do we need to give them, er, names? <_<;*
Wildfire: *I don't think so >>; I'll get in touch with Lennox. He breaks rules.....I mean, stretches them*
Will Lennox: *I do not! I just... bend them a little*
Ironhide: *Will is good for that sort of thing. And good idea 8D *
Wildfire: *Well bend them now for us!* *And I'll pay your kid's college fund or something ><; *
Will Lennox: *... do that for Epps, he needs it more <_<* *two heavy-duty choppers going your way*
Ironhide: *Awesome. Owes you one Will*
Wildfire: *Whoo hoo 8D This leader stuff is...........a pain in the as-Epps, consider your kids set up for Harvard or wherever they're going*
Ratchet: *...... will make sure to cover the passenger carefully. And sedate him enough to keep him down until hell freezes over*
Will Lennox: *just one? 83 Shyeah, right*
Wildfire: *will stick around the ‘Bot base to answer calls and pull her head crests out after dealing with fallout of stuff if it occurs*
Perseco: *will whimper herself to a drunken sleep*
Erebos: *WILL eat anyone's face who peeks into the room*
Starscream: *>< Blargh... Even if he could see the wisdom in being nice and unconscious*
Erebos: *Doesn't know why she's upset, but clearly IT'S EVERYONE ELSES FAULT*
Ratchet: *just needs to get his, er, patient to the medbay, and make sure half the Bar population doesn't kill him. Oboy. Medbay back on security locks protocols, and another all-nighter for the CMO*
Starscream: *The hesitation in calling me a patient is disturbing...*
Ratchet: *you are my patient >_< You'll just be a nameless patient as long as we can actually -keep- you nameless*
Ironhide: *.......Funtimes this --; *
Starscream: *Probably until he wakes up shrieking...*
Ratchet: *.... you don't know the half of it, Topkick -_-;;; And makes sure the idjit is restrained to that berth*

September 16, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-24T09:42:35Z

Barricade: *might have liked Coldfront plenty before, but this version still doesn't like much of anyone. Tolerates them at best. And is currently narc'd on the couch after... waking up from being narc'd in the jacuzzi while he was soaking his joints.*
Helix: *walks into the bar*
Barricade: *doesn't even rouse. zzzzz*
Helix: *I suppose you're among those who might have less to worry about being pestered for sleeping out in the bar :3*
Barricade: *I am generally left alone. Finally* *sensors give him a jab to the ribs to wake his ass up, and lifts head*
Helix: *which is good* 'Day to you *and my usual spot behind the bar, it is*
Barricade: *watches Helix a moment before checking the time.......BAH. The sun is still up. This will not do.*
Helix: *tsk, why use the time to sleep away so many hours* *watches him back, all while working on some drinks*
Barricade: *I don't. I use my awake hours at night. Even though I sleep grossly more than I require. z__o; habit now, I guess*
Helix: *A point, I guess* I think it might be inevitable that I ask if you want a drink. Unless you've more recharge on your schedule first
Barricade: *......whuffs and considers it* What do you charge for high-grade? *will have one high-grade and go back to sleep*
Helix: *names the price, which is rather fair*
Melanie Acres: *SQUEALS and tumbles in through the door, and winds up with her dress all up over her head*
Reinforcements: *.... Flickers his optic band in a blink*
Melanie Acres: *AIIOFSHIOIODSILAHIDHSUKDKJSJJSFKS SHOVES her dress down* >8/
Rapid Fire: *Snickers from up in the rafters*
Melanie Acres: *looks up* Hey, stuff it, birdbrain. ><;
Rapid Fire: *Scoffs, and drops down from his perch, stalking towards her*
Melanie Acres: *You know he's a lot bigger than the twins, but they said the evil-looking suckers abide not to harm humans......... she thinks* *gets up and smoothes her dress out*
Rapid Fire: *Crouches down, dooooown to eyeball her*
Speedtrap: *Sways out of the back, mildly drunk*
Melanie Acres: ...Is there something on my person you would like? Birdseed? Bread?
Addison: *Feels her way into the building* .......This is not my apartment. *huuuffs*
Rapid Fire: *Growls* You tempt fate, fleshling.
Melanie Acres: Funny, I thought I was tempting a robinbot.....
Melanie Acres: *blinks at the blue mech, and then back at Addison*
Ironhide: *limps in slowly... looking tired again but not crazytired as some of the recent days have*
Melanie Acres: *...Thanks ‘Tage, thanks ‘Fuge, thanks for telling me they get really really big...*
Addison: *is in a bitty nightgown and doesn't enjoy the draft ;3; *
Speedtrap: *Whuffs, moving closer, peering nearsightedly down at the new one*
Rapid Fire: *... Nope, not worth risking it* *Flexes his talons against the floor, and escapes up into the rafters, and out the skylight*
Melanie Acres: *......THAT IS UGLY.*
Speedtrap: *Then you never want to see my brother*
Melanie Acres: *I'd kick your brother in the shin. He gave me a speeding ticket last week.*
Ironhide: *...Just is going to go limp to a couch and plunk... and not move... for a few hours... But studies the humans and the general goings on, on the way*
Speedtrap: *...did he? Wow, he's actually working for a change*
Addison: *counts the steps to a table and finds a chair*
Severed Arm: *Crawls out of hiding, and over to Addy*
Melanie Acres: Uh, hell-- *SCREAMS D8 at the arm*
Speedtrap: *Starts and FLOOFAS*
Melanie Acres: *and SCREAMS again DX duck and cover*
Speedtrap: *Squints at her again* >>.OO ...whassamatter wi' you?
Barricade: *over on the couch going PAHAHAHAHAHAHA at his brother's poofy-ness*
Addison: *head.....tilt* ........If it's a big, four eyed thing with teeth behind me, let me know, please. >.x
Barricade: No, I am over here.
Addison: *squeaks! DX *
Severed Arm: *Carefully taps on her foot with a digit*
Addison: *SQUEALS*
Melanie Acres: .......Um... I ... come in ... peace?
Severed Arm: *O___O Is a good arm!*
Ironhide: *..........Just... Sighs.........and shakes his head ><*
Speedtrap: ...thass good. *Nodnod* We do too. For th' most part.
Melanie Acres: You come in peace but not in good fashion. D8
Addison: .....*feels the thing.....oh* ...Oh it's the...thing again.
Speedtrap: So what? 'm the pretty brother. *Grins*
Melanie Acres: ......And your ugly brother is an In-Sink-Erator, right?
Severed Arm: *Cuddles on a leg, is being veeeery careful*
Ironhide: *........Just going to sit here quietly.... and try and ignore everyone in an achy hip-ed tired sort of way*
Barricade: No, I am the ugly brother.
Melanie Acres: *.....oh dear. @@*
Addison: *um.........her nightie is up to her thighs and that's a whole lotta bare leg you're touching* .......Umm.....ummmm.
Severed Arm: *It's so waaaaarm*
Addison: * @.x *
Speedtrap: *Just laughs at that, a happily tipsy robot*
Addison: ........I think I'm being felt up. I can't tell....
Melanie Acres: ....You're being felt up by a severed arm that still somehow remains animated...
Severed Arm: *D8 Never! Is just being friendly!*
Addison: .........that doesn't help, somehow...
Severed Arm: *o3o Kneads on a calf?*
Melanie Acres: ...I don't lie....
Ironhide: *Watches Addison and the human he does not recognize absently for a bit*
Addison: Oh, I believe you....sort of.
Severed Arm: *>( Still mad at Ironhide, is*
Ironhide: *Isn’t terribly concerned with a hand being angry with him. Still considers the swat getting even for the grope >___o *
Addison: *well, it hasn't ripped her leg off yet so...*
Severed Arm: *No, likes the warm girl. Is just cuddling*
Addison: Oh well, I've known dates that were touchier than this.
Severed Arm: *Patpats a knee, and skitters off behind the bar counter*
Addison: ........And now I am alone. Woe.
Melanie Acres: Huh.....
Sirius: *a-wanders in, closing the door politely behind him and looking around*
Speedtrap: *Goes to lay on his brother*
Barricade: *WUARGH! NO. YOU ARE TOO HEAVY FOR THAT, YOU LUMMOX*
Speedtrap: *NipnipBITE*
Barricade: *HELP ME I AM DYING @@*
Sirius: *..... ok then, same old same old* *goes to prod around behind the counter, just in case!*
Speedtrap: *...doesn't realize that he's undergone major surgery, as the Mun is one beer down on a belly that hadn't eaten since two*
Ironhide: *.....just ignores the brothers over there >__o *
Barricade: *hhnnnnnnNNNNNYELP!*
Speedtrap: *Rolls off of him, landing on the floor with a THUMP*
Barricade: *follows to try and BITE the shit out of his neck or throat*
Helix: *left plenty of stuff to drink*
Speedtrap: *KEEENS pathetically!*
Barricade: *HISSES and crawls off the back of the couch to limp to the bar. Have some delicious SNUBBING from the Saleen, Charger.*
Speedtrap: *butbutbut what did I do wrong?!*
Barricade: *SNUB!*
Ironhide: *......Siiiiiighs and turns off his optics* ><
Speedtrap: *...keeeeeen*
Melanie Acres: *...they look like siblings.........CAN THEY HAVE SIBLINGS? .........................well they can have sex so why not...*
Sirius: *ohey, energon! >_> <_<*
Barricade: *Oh, is hardcore ignoring your existence*
Speedtrap: *Slinks to the back to cuddle Chiro*
Helix: *fairly priced too*
Chiro: *squeakah x_o*
Sirius: *... but.... I don't got no money 8( *
Helix: *remember what I said about for example picking bullets out of the wall? Probably a note about such at the bottom of the list :3*
Addison: *sneezes* ><
Sirius: *.... there's no bullets o3o And IIIIII don't think the locals would like me shooting up the place. Not that I would... in public... or anything...*
Helix: *tsk, you can come up with something to do, I'm sure* *XD*
Ironhide: *Doesn’t even bother to power up his optics to look at Addy* Gesundheit *because "Bless You" to a sneeze would seem too weird coming from a robot..*
Sirius: *.... that was a really weird sound from the human o.o*
Addison: *sniiiiiff* There is so much dust in the air. x.o
Splint: *...needs to remember to check the air filters.....*
Melanie Acres: *sits at a table and huffs* So much for that date tonight.
Addison: The night is still young? ...........Maybe?
Ironhide: *Whuffs and fusses his achy hip and shifts to get more comfy...*
Melanie Acres: *le siiiigh D8*
Edgar: *Once again feels it time to see what the bar goers are up too... and emerges from the attic hatch and roams down towards ground level*
Melanie Acres: *....................................................*
Barricade: *tries to comm. the Rover again*
Addison: *can't see 8D *
Edgar: *Is just a odd blue fuzzy ...with wings ......wearing quaint little spectacles so he can see more than two inches down his muzzle*
Stress Proof: *still out of range. An' a good day to ye, Ezra'il. Just passing by on me way to the woods*
Reinforcements: *Reaches into his chest. And feels around for summat or other*
Ezra'il: *...um... hi......o.O;*
Barricade: *blegh.* *aaand starts as Rein's hand...... sticks out of his chest................................*
Sirius: *............O.O*
Reinforcements: *Oo So, it does work in reverse... * *Quickly pulls his hand out*
Barricade: *..............................................gets up, closes chestplates, and walks at Reinforcements*
Reinforcements: *O____O Brick*
Sirius: *ohey, entertainment ahoy o3o*
Edgar: *....That’s a little bit special* ....*ruffles his wings... squinting between Rein and Cade.... and.... Might just go scuttle under a table over that direction. Just in case*
Barricade: *unties the sling and thus attempts to Beat. Him. Senseless.*
Addison: *blink blink*
Reinforcements: *@_x And takes his beating like a good grunt*
Ironhide: *lights his optics with that and frowns....peeering at Barricade* Barricade ...Is there a particularly good reason you are beating on Reinforcements? *whuffs*
Barricade: Yes. *Punch* A *slap* Very *crunch* Good *claw* REASON!
Sirius: *oooooh, that's gonna leave a mark*
Ironhide: *Way to make a punching bag of yourself, Brick* I see... *debates hauling himself up to go intervene* ><
Addison: .....Who doesn't he pick on? oO;
Edgar: *Is just gonna take up space under this table near the blind girl and wait for the beating to blow over....*
Barricade: Small mech. Silver. Medic. Goes by Chiro. I don't pick on him.
Reinforcements: *x_x Can't go against an Elite, even if it's about getting his ass kicked*
Barricade: *grabs his head and yells in his audio* STAY OUT OF MY CHEST CAVITY. OR NEXT TIME I KILL YOU. GET IT?
Addison: o.o;
Reinforcements: Yessir.
Barricade: Good. *slaps him a good one on the back of the head and .................................goes to drown himself in the hot tub. Shoulder feels like it's on fiiiiyaaa*
Ironhide: *Grumbles*
Reinforcements: *.... Xx Flutters his doorwings... and gets back to his standing...Yup*
Sirius: Wow, like a 2IC 8D
Starscream: *You obviously never saw a proper 2IC smack down*
Barricade: *That was always popcorn-worthy for me*
Sirius: *hey, I take my small pleasures where I can get 'em 8D*
Reinforcements: *..... Xx How's he gonna get anything outta his chest when it might end up being Barricade's?*
Barricade: *>8/*
Sirius: *uhhh.... ask someone else to get it? 8D?*
Reinforcements: *D8 Can't ask someone to risk sticking their arm in there. . . Needs a grabber stick*
Sirius: *...... have you looked at those teeth, dude? XD*
Reinforcements: *Yessir. >> But he can't say it was me if the grabber stick shows up?*
Barricade: *WILL KNOW IT WAS YOU*
Reinforcements: *T_T Sorry Sir.*
Barricade: *in fact, every time something comes out of my chest that I did not put in it, I WILL COME BEAT YOU FOR IT*
Sirius: *.......... XD I need to find out about that. I need to sell tickets*
Reinforcements: *If you need to, Sir... Is a dead mech, is*
Barricade: *for now, lurks out to find his damn sling and slink off into the Massa to face Chiro's wrath*
Sirius: *... yet another one I wish I could sell tickets for 83* *peers at Rein* Going to be alright there?
Reinforcements: *Flutters his doorwings* Uh... Yessir.
Sirius: ... I'm not a sir. I'm just a grunt o.O
Reinforcements: Yessir.
Sirius: ..... >< Do you know what mechs like that *nods to the back* can do to a body if they hear you yessir'ing and nossir'ing someone without rank? Just plain Sirius will do.
Reinforcements: *8D Everyone has more rank than me* Okay.
Sirius: ... What's your name again? o.O;
Reinforcements: 'M designated Reinforcements.
Sirius: Nice enough to meet you. .... I like your name 8D
Reinforcements: *Blinks* Yes?
Sirius: Hey, if designation follows function, it's a great name, no? 8D
Reinforcements: *Nods* Yup. Saves on having to describe what I'm for.
Sirius: *chuckles* Sure helps when someone's calling for you, I bet. No mistakes, no misunderstandings.
Reinforcements: *Shrugs* Sometimes. There's been times when someone says 'we need reinforcements', and they don't mean me, specifically.
Sirius: It's not like we're drowning in mechs for backup around here, you know.
Reinforcements: I know.
Sirius: So there you go. Which... kind of doesn't help you with the compartment situation, I guess XD
Reinforcements: ... Not so much.
Sirius: *XD leaves the Brick to his ponderings and heads on out*

September 15, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-24T09:31:43Z

Barricade: *still on the couch, though went comatose with the rising of the sun*
Sunburn: *getting fried up on the roof. Though pondering one of the poles*
Rapid Fire: *Oozes out of the hot tub, to inhabit the rafters*
Sunburn: *wonder how long it will take you to get dry from that*
Rapid Fire: *Not too terribly long. Is very well practiced at preening*
Reinforcements: *The Brickinest*

September 14, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-23T09:12:55Z

Firecracker: *tumbles into the bar with a squawk*
Wildfire: *Steps out of the back, shifting her rotors against each other*
Firecracker: *chirrs at her, still in a heap where he stopped*
Wildfire: .....Firecracker...
Firecracker: Hi *ninjas over to the dragon, peering at her*
Wildfire: *tries to gather him up to groom him <3 *
Firecracker: *squirms, trying to get a crayon he's hidden away* you always do that!
Wildfire: Do what? *GROOMNOMTICKLISHnomnom*
Firecracker: *squeaaaaks* THAT!
Wildfire: * XD * You would rather I do something else?
Firecracker: *you be evil :3* that is a trick question *maybe? oo*
Wildfire: Of course it is. 8D
Firecracker: *moves to try and make a streak of a pretty, bright color down her face. Then attempts escape* 83
Wildfire: .....*....LICKS his back as he escapes*
Firecracker: >.< *turns around, skidding. Trying to manage a tackle*
Wildfire: *falls back, letting him tackle her XD *
Firecracker: *gnaws at an arm* OwwO *then reeeaches with a finger to poke* you have the tag
Wildfire: The what? *wait....it clicks in her CPU* ..........>83
Rapid Fire: *Drowned. So drowned*
Firecracker: Tag, like the game *aka chasing* *LEAPS for a rafter 8D*
Wildfire: *LEAPS after 83 *
Firecracker: *already springing from rafter to rafter. Coming to a stop, crouching, several away*
Wildfire: But what if there are no tag backs? *perches on a rafter in a crouch*
Firecracker: What do you mean? oo
Wildfire: In some games, there is no tagging back the one who just tagged you.
Firecracker: Oh. *thiiiinking* We find someone else? >83
Rapid Fire: *Oozes forth from the pool room, not at all sentient*
Wildfire: .....*target spotted 83 * ......I found one. *DEATH FROM ABOVE on Rapid Fire*
Firecracker: I see! *follows her!*
Rapid Fire: *@_O SQUAWKS, is a flailing, bitey birdiemech*
Wildfire: *TAGS and flees*
Firecracker: *leaves that crayon, and jumps to cling to WF's back* quicker!
Rapid Fire: *Takes a second for his brain to boot up, and is CHASING!*
Wildfire: *RUNNING XD; *
Firecracker: *nyahnyah, can't catch us!* *wiggles his toes at Rapid Fire*
Rapid Fire: *Aware he's being played with, but still chases them, does*
Wildfire: Hold on. *jumps into the rafters, crawling along with him on her back*
Firecracker: I am *keeping watch on their chaser :3*
Rapid Fire: *Jumps up into the rafters after them*
Wildfire: *crawwwwling along and bounds to another rafter*
Firecracker: You won't catch us!
Rapid Fire: *Not weighted down by a bitty, and is free to run/hop along them rafters in pursuit!* Get back here!
Wildfire: Oh no, I don't think so! *up outta the seeker window!*
Firecracker: *leaps off the moment they're through. And crouches, waiiiting*
Rapid Fire: *And through the Seeker window he goes*
Firecracker: *flicks a pack of peanuts at the Seeker as he comes out. Then scrambles off*
Wildfire: *......peanuts? XD *
Rapid Fire: *Oo The Pit?* *Ignores them peanuts, and chases that bitty!*
Firecracker: *It's what I had at hand, and the packet was interesting* *augh, monster is after me!* *dives off the roof and heads for the fruit trees part of the garden*
Wildfire: *ohgod the trees XD they bear fruit year round.......defying all conventions of science oo; *
Rapid Fire: *-_- Going to be getting a horrible lesson in herbology, it seems* *Flings himself off the roof in pursuit*
Wildfire: *.........sits on the edge to watch 8D I need snacks for this*
Firecracker: *flying plums coming at you*
Rapid Fire: *>< Ew*
Wildfire: *snrrrk*
Firecracker: *chirrrrs, lurking among the trees somewhere*
Firecracker: WF: <<What should I do? 83>>
Wildfire: <<Depends on how upset he gets... XD >>
Rapid Fire: *Going to hold on to what little dignity he has, and retreat back to the roof*
Firecracker: *pear at the back of your helm* *ninjaing after*
Rapid Fire: *Going to maul your brat, Bit*
Wildfire: *It's best you run from uncle Rapid Fire for some time now XD; *
Firecracker: *okay! OwwwO* *stays out of sight, but is around somewhere :3*
Rapid Fire: *>< Instead decides it's time to slink back inside, and resume being drowned in the hot tub...*
Wildfire: *............dies XD *
Firecracker: *once it seems safe* He's grumblier than the other one :3
Rapid Fire: *-_- Whyyyy must people annoy me?*
Wildfire: A lot grumblier. XD;
Wildfire: *which reminds her* *Sun, teasingly but trying to sound serious* <<We're you having a tryst with my secretary?>>
Rapid Fire: *Going to beat sense into the both of you, one day*
Firecracker: *climbs up, stopping to peer over the edge of the roof*
Wildfire: *You will not touch my bra-er, Firecracker*
Sunburn: WF: <<....>>
Wildfire: *.......XDDD *
Wildfire: *Sun* <<Who knew she had it in her.>>
Sunburn: *Once I catch your messenger, dragon lady. I'm going to duct-tape you to a tree along with him, dragon lady* <<...Sometimes it's those you least expect?>>
Firecracker: *climbs all the way up. Nibbling at some candy that probably looks familiar*
Wildfire: *XD ! Heyyy, what did I do??* <<*dryyyyly* Yes, she was coming right for you.>> ........
Rapid Fire: *Oh, would be so proud of that one, Bit*
Sunburn: *probably laughing yourself silly hearing about that* <<Hrrrrm>>
Firecracker: Whaaaat? :3
Wildfire: *did XD for an hour* <<.....*giggles*>>
Wildfire: Did you take my candy? -.o *I raised a thief...........no wait MY MESSENGER RAISED A THIEF XD *
Firecracker: *shares the candy of-course, am innocent*
Patch Work: *slowly claws awake* *blinks and tail twitches*
Ratchet: *onlines an optic to watch his patient, but doesn't move otherwise*
Patch Work: <<Ratchet?>>
Ratchet: Yes, Patch Work?
Patch Work: <<How... is Vorpal.... Song?>>
Ratchet: He's much the same. He's been released to Galeforce's custody.
Patch Work: *sighs softly*
Ratchet: Something the matter?
Patch Work: *remembers no shaking his head* <<...I did... badly by him.... letting him go.... like that...>>
Ratchet: *whuffs* <<Patch Work, there's only so long we can hold a mech, no matter what their faction, without a medical reason, before it becomes imprisonment. Had you ever, before, dealt with something like the virus that affected Vorpal Song?>>
Patch Work: <<No sir... I worked... on the battlefield.... not many that.... got viruses.... like that...>>
Ratchet: <<I'm not saying you did right. You should have reported to Galeforce, and you well know that. But I -am- saying to look at this as a lesson well learned. Regret and self-flagellation help no one, least of all your patients.>>
Patch Work: *softly* <<Yessir.>>
June Frayne: *Runs in the bar, chewed up tennis ball held over her head*
Barghest: *Flails into the bar, barking her head off*
June Frayne: *keeping the ball away from her 8D *
Barghest: *JUMPS for it, juuuuuumps!!!*
Barricade: *stumbles out of the back. o_z mostly asleep*
Barghest: *8DDDDD I know that one!* *Barks and flails for the ugly robot*
Barricade: *drops to all...... threes.... since his arm is in a sling...and peers owlishly at Barghest*
June Frayne: Beir...*whistles for her*
Barghest: *Stops right in the middle of her flailing, and bounds back over to June-mummy*
June Frayne: *bounces the ball over the bar*
Barghest: *8DDDDDDDD Is after it! AFTER IT!!!!*
June Frayne: ...what happened to your arm?
Barricade: Starscream bit it off. o_z
June Frayne: ..........what?? *FLAILS*
Barghest: *8D Brings the ball back, tail just a-waaaaagging*
June Frayne: *pats her and tries to grab the ball*
Barghest: *Drops it, and play-bows, knows her manners 8D*
June Frayne: *waaaggles the ball at her* Why did he do that?
Starscream: *He put it in my mouth*
Barghest: *Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiines, is a good dog, throw it. OO THROW IT!!*
June Frayne: *FA-LING*
Barricade: I put it in his mouth because he was chewing on my head. I was going to rip out his esophagus...
Barghest: *8DDDDDDDDDDDD CHASE!!!*
June Frayne: ......But......he's huge...oo;
Barricade: Which is why I wished for him to cease gnawing on my cranium.
June Frayne: ><;;;
Barricade: ...I could probably use it. *looks at his shoulder*
Chiro: *DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
Barricade: *....decides against it*
Barghest: *8DDD Brings the ball to Barricade*
Barricade: *owlish peering back at you, pup.* .... *ponders throwing it. It’ll take the dog an hour to get it back*
June Frayne: Throw it in the pool. She likes water.
Barghest: *Throoooooow it. O3O*
Barricade: *shifts into a squat so he can use his good arm..... to throw it hard enough for it to make a clean, tennisball sized hole in the wall it went through. Beyond that, happy hunting. pup. x)*
June Frayne: .........*looks at him*
Barricade: ..........x))))))
Barghest: *Chases it to the wall.....O3O Where's it go?* *Whiiiiiines*
Barricade: Outside, you useless, pea-brained bag of cat food.
June Frayne: Now you're going to have to entertain her. *crosses her arms*
Barricade: I know a fun game called "Dissect the Dog" we could play...
Barghest: *;3; Searches for her ball... where's it goooooo?*
June Frayne: And I know one called "Let's tell on Barricade to Chiro" 8D *fishes out a treat for the pup, and whistles for her*
Barricade: And I know one called "Smash the Farmgirl to Paste."
Barghest: *Woefully gives up her search, and goes to June-mummy at the whistle*
June Frayne: You would not!
Barricade: Wouldn't I?
Barghest: *Flops on June's feet*
June Frayne: *....d'awwwwwwww X3 coos over her puppy* Wouuuldn't.
Barghest: *T__T Can has belly rub?*
June Frayne: *yes, because you are so traumatized*
Barghest: *He made the ball go away! I loveded that ball....*
Barricade: You are correct. I would not. But I would disengage the brakes in your car, loosen the wheel nuts, cut through the steering line, bend the drivetrain, smash both tie-rod ends, and ensure you'd do it yourself. 8)
June Frayne: OR, you'd overlook the billions of times I've done things to you and just take me out racing. 8D
Barricade: OR I could indeed take you out racing, unlock your seatbelt and wreck myself for the satisfaction of your head going through my windshield.
June Frayne: You would not. *tiiickles that puppy belly*
Barricade: *texts June XD*
Barghest: *83 Woe forgotten*
Barricade: *hjdghiofnBLAGH grooms at the .....admittedly horrific scarring on his shoulder 8D BITES ARE NOT CLEAN CUT*
June Frayne: *checks it.......d'aww.........* ....Fine, so you'll smash me into some sort of June jam. That's why I'm over here o3o Fastest human in the bar............*besides Sam*
Starscream: *83 Specially his. Has wickedly jagged teef*
June Frayne: *kneels in the floor to fuss over Beir*
Barghest: *8DDD Beating the floor with her tail*
Barricade: *Seriously. x__X that Ladiesman217 has Olympic potential*
June Frayne: *noms her ears X3 *
Barghest: *8D Wiggles and whuffs, and liiiiiiicks her face*
Barricade: *ponders foods...nah, plenty fueled up*
June Frayne: *BLARGH DX DOGGIE KISS ON THE MOUTH. SPUTTERING*
Barghest: *8D Is love!*
Barricade: *wanders stiffly to a couch and claims it, by flopping upon in*
June Frayne: *crawls over to lean on the side of the couch*
Barricade: *looks down at her*
Barghest: *Goes to explore around the bar counter, and sniff at the Brick standing thar*
June Frayne: *streeeeeetches and yawns*
Barricade: *...tries to stick his glossa in her mouth*
June Frayne: *......................................ALSKHDGSGHADSLKGH*
Barricade: *XD HAJH*
Barghest: *O3O Runs back over to her June-mummy*
June Frayne: *skdfjsdhfdsh SPUTTERCOUGH*
Barricade: *laughs, purely at her expense*
June Frayne: I can taste your tongue!
Barghest: *Snuffles all over her June, is okay?*
Barricade: Tasty, isn't it?
June Frayne: ........a bit like diesel and oil.....*homage to the TF2 complete*
June Frayne: *ruffles Beir's ears*
Barghest: *8D Tries to lick her face again*
June Frayne: *blargh!* What is with the abuse of my face!
Barghest: *o3o Saw the robot giving you the love, had to make sure you know she loves more!*
June Frayne: *sldkjf;sldf*
Barghest: *8D Tail waggin'*
June Frayne: You're sick......*peets her* ....I want a milk shake oo;
Barghest: *8DDD Barks!*
June Frayne: ...To the kitchen! *jumps to her feet*
Barghest: *8DDDDDD RUNS for the kitchen*
June Frayne: *follows after her, is going to make a nummy shake 83 *
Barghest: *8D Is gonna lick the counter-top!*
June Frayne: *ldskjflsdj* Beir! XD *........wow........someone should clean out the fridge* ..........Well, guess I know what I'm going to be doing for the next hour. -_-;
Barghest: *Headtilts* *o3o Is good?*
June Frayne: *drags over the trashcan to start chucking stuff and going through the kitchen contents* .......This yogurt is from two years ago.....
Barghest: *Snuffles at the garbage o3o*
June Frayne: Oh nooo you don't. *swattas at with a roll of paper towels*
Barghest: *Yelps! as if grievously wounded*
June Frayne: Drama queen. *.........pokes her paper towels at a carton of Chinese food that seems sentient oO; *
Ironhide: *........Liiimps slowly in through the front. Tired Topkick is tired ....due to busy day of bureaucratic bullshit. Who would have thought listening to people go yackyackyackyack all day would be so draining*
Barghest: *Look who raised her* *Pricks her ears, and rushes from the kitchen to ambush a Topkick! 8D*
June Frayne: *tips the Chinese carton over and spills this out: [link] * *cue the confused SCREAMING*
Ironhide: *Hears the screeeeeam from the kitchen and is glad he doesn’t/can’t go out there and gkjdkgjfdkgkdgkgf ambushpuppy* DX *...stops limping along for is always afraid of accidental smooshings of tiny squishy flaily-things* ....Lo, Pup.
Barghest: *O____O I save you June-mummy!* *Skiiiiiids into reverse, and back into the kitchen, baying*
Ironhide: *...........Dooooesn’t even wanna go peek in the kitchen door. Because knowing his luck something will crawl out of there and get him...*
June Frayne: *lsdkjslghdgh swatting at the devil thing with the paper towel roll DX *
Barghest: *GROWLS, and tries to eat it!*
Reinforcements: *.... Brick*
Ironhide: *Is... just gonna go limp over to a couch over that way.. and plunk on it. And be debatable if he moves for the rest of the night * ><
June Frayne: Oo;
Barghest: *o3o Burps*
Ironhide: *..........fleshlings are special*
June Frayne: .....You ate....................................you ate a fridge demon......*flails*
Barghest: *8D Barks! Is good!*
June Frayne: I'm making you eat a Tums DX
Barghest: *8D I can eat more monsters?!*
June Frayne: *No!* ......I think I'm done with cleaning out the fridge. *shuts the door*
Barghest: *o3o Can I go lick the big, black robot?* *Whuffs*
June Frayne: *of course! 8D *
Ironhide: *.....z___z better hurry. He might not be awake much longer to get a reaction out of*
Barghest: *8D Rushes back out of the kitchen, barking*
Ironhide: *@@ and the organic noises do help with the not sleeping* *grump*
Barghest: *8D Flails over to him, to lick that robot!*
Ironhide: *Arrghh* >< *Puppehlicked*
June Frayne: *try to kiss his mouth o3o *
Ironhide: *...........Yeah. No*
Barghest: *Jumps up! 8DDD*
Ironhide: *Whuffs... and eyeballs that pup..... juuust watching. Energetic bugger.*
Barghest: *o3o Must lick that cow faaaace*
Ironhide: *...Have fun trying to climb up that high before just getting caught in over-big Topkick hands*
Barghest: *8D Must try! For all doggie kind!*
Ironhide: *Juuust... lets the pup flail around for again... he cares little for accidental smishings*
June Frayne: *lost her appetite after the fridge demon @@ * *moves back out into the bar*
Barghest: *OO Dun smoosh me?* *Tryyyying to lick that Ironhide face!*
Ironhide: *Given he's a biig mech, even sitting down his face is pretty high up*
Barghest: *.... Can climb? o3o And lick on his chest?*
Ironhide: *Siiighs and lets that pup climb... but is caaareful and making sure the pup does not come to harm*
Barghest: *83 Autobots is good to climb, even for a dog* *Barkbarks, lookme, June-mummy!*
Sunburn: *rather not be climbed, so stays in the rafters after coming in*
Sam Witwicky: *sooo if he pees on you are you going to try to shoot him to? XD*
June Frayne: .......*you're trying to give mea heart attack, aren't you?*
Barghest: *Is a lady dog! Knows not to pee on the robots* *8DDD*
Ironhide: *Would be most displeased... But at least this dog looks very much not rodent-like.... * *Keeping track of that pup... hands hovering close in case of slippage....*
June Frayne: Beir! *flails*
Barghest: *X3 Is prolly a little over 80 pounds, now* *8DD Barkbark!*
Ironhide: *Smirks a bit.....and ...eventually just cups his hands over that pup. .....Izza puptrap*
Sunburn: *leans forwards a bit* hello, June
Barghest: *o3o Hoooowwwwls*
Ironhide: *... fine fine XD....* *...loosens the cage a bit to let liiiiiiight in*
Barghest: *Paws at them trapping fingers*
June Frayne: Hello, Sun. 8D
Ironhide: *eventually lets the pup free...*
Sunburn: *eyes the dog* I see she's grown rather a lot
Barghest: *Shaaaaakes herself out, and licks hims 8D*
June Frayne: ......I swear, I only feed her what she's supposed to eat! ...............And the fridge demon. >>;
Ironhide: *....Looks at the pup between the lickins* ......*fridge demon......*
Barghest: *o3o Burps... That demon just won't stay down*
Sunburn: *headtilts* ...fridge demon?
June Frayne: .......It was in the Chinese take out box. ><
Sunburn: Well...this is the bar? Even if it's been some changes
Ironhide: *......Ew.* ....Y'are special, pup.
June Frayne: I think it's been in there since the bar magic was still kicking ><;
Barghest: *8DDD Tail waaaaaaggings!*
Sunburn: .....That old food? *XP*
June Frayne: Nobody cleans out the fridge!
Barghest: *Would. o3o Would eat it all*
Ironhide: *...then you'd be a sick little pup*
Sunburn: Not since everything got thrown over on our hands, at least *leans down to offer a hand*
June Frayne: *half expecting her to throw up the fridge demon >< *
June Frayne: *climbs onto his hand*
Ironhide: *.......The dog had better not...*
Sunburn: *I have to agree oO* *and up you go*
Barghest: *Can't... Climb any higher, so settles for sniffing him aaaaall over*
Barricade: *narc'd on the couch*
Ironhide: *Is bein’ puppeh snuffled... *
Barghest: *o3o You smell like babies*
Ironhide: * .... >___o...... Hopefully smells more like rambunctious two year old. Unless someone knows something he doesn’t*
Will Lennox: *walks in, wearing fatigues, Styrofoam cup in one hand, battered folder in the other, phone tucked between head and shoulder* NO, I said -not- the Vek.... tor... Okay.
June Frayne: *dangling upside down in Sun's hand* ........Fresssssssssh blooooooooood.
Barricade: *looks up from his spot on the couch*
Barghest: *8D Barks!*
Ironhide: *...Still half playing with the pup....and that pup is all that is keeping him awake.... But perks up at Wills entrance* ......
Will Lennox: .... That's reassuring.
Barghest: *Queen of the Ironhide!* *Snuffles!*
Ironhide: *Smirks a bit* . .......'lo. Will. *scritches the pup with a careful finger*
Will Lennox: *.... ok, smirks a bit* You just don't escape the jungle gym thing, do you, Ironhide?
Ironhide: *Siiiiiighs... and woefully shakes his head* ......Seems not.
Barghest: *8DDDDDDDD*
Will Lennox: Where'd you get the dog?
June Frayne: That's my dog!
Barghest: *8D Flaily-jumps offa Ironhide, must go back to her June-mummy*
Ironhide: *Nods* Yep. June's dog...*and watches the pup flail off*
June Frayne: *youuu cannae reaaach me in Sun's hand XD *
Barghest: *But can bark and run around him?*
Will Lennox: Not-so-fresh meat? *moves towards the mech he knows, looking around* This is -that- place, isn't it?
June Frayne: *dropped down so the pooch can reach her* XD;
Ironhide: *......Pauses thoughtfully* .......Yup. That place. Have fun and don’t get eaten by pygmies. *...Likes tormenting Will....*
Will Lennox: ................ O-kay.
Barghest: *8DDDDDDDDDD Will lick her all over!*
June Frayne: *ldskjflsakh flails*
Barricade: *crawls off of the couch and tri-legged hobbles over towards Will....*
Barghest: *LOVE!*
Will Lennox: *........ well, those are some awfully familiar colors from one of his files. Barring the hobble. Turns a bit*
Ironhide: *Smiirks again... only to bristle and warningly rumble at Barricade....*
Will Lennox: Hm. *not a good sound, ok, yup, got it*
Barricade: *oh, and knows he's playing with fire with this one. Already ID'd him via facial points, and circles slowly*
Will Lennox: *moves to put his back to 'Hide, merely watching* Evening. How you doin'.
Ironhide: *....Do something stupid and die, Barricade* * Shifts a bit to shield Will more when the human gets closer... Is...quite protective of this particular human*
Barricade: *whuffs and straightens up onto two feet, slinking on past Ironhide and back to his couch*
Will Lennox: ... I can just feel the welcome. Doesn't this place have magic coffee or... something?
Ironhide: *.rumbles* ...used to. Kitchen’s pretty self serve though if you care to brave it.
Will Lennox: ... *looks at it, then at 'Hide* Does it bite?
June Frayne: *ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuffles the dogs ears and FLEES X3 *
Ironhide: *looks towards the kitchen* ....It might. Ask June about what her dog ate ealier.
Barghest: *8DDDDDD CHASES, baaaaying at the top of her lungs*
Will Lennox: *.... watches this display, and mock-whines* Do I have to?
Sabotage: BLARGH! *tumbles through the door and lands on his bum, in all of his 6 feet, 2 inches of glory*
Ironhide: *Hey. Lawn gnome* Only if you want coffee.
Will Lennox: ........ *least I got here on my feet. Thank you, Bar*
Logan: *...Just quietly appears out of the back... feeling the need to be visible around people for a bit...*
Barghest: *O___O That thar izza dead guy*
Sabotage: *that's MISTER LAWN GNOME to you* ><; *rubs head and gets up*
June Frayne: *sldkfjsd nearly runs into the lawn gnome D8 *
Logan: *D8 ....Dog. * *...Ponders fleee-age since the doggies don’t tend to like him* *...Gonna just scuttle on over there to a booth and be anonymous*
Barghest: *O_O*
Logan: *...Don’t spaz out? D8 *
Sabotage: *o_____o with orange eyes at June*
Ironhide: *Watches June and the Gnome*
June Frayne: o_o
Will Lennox: Got busy quick...
Ironhide: *Nods slowly* ....I figure the bar gets bored once in a while. Even with things sorta... de-magic-ed... or whatever.
Barghest: *Whiiines, tail between her legs*
June Frayne: ............*pokes his face*
Will Lennox: Can't imagine what it was like before, then.
Logan: *...gonna make me feel like a bad ghost D8 *
Barghest: *o___o You's dead. Deeaaaaaad.*
Sabotage: o_< WHAT?
Logan: *..dont rub it in? ;-; *
June Frayne: .....*giggles*
Ironhide: *.....Shakes his head at June before peering down at Will* ....It’s positively tame in comparison now.
Sabotage: *fists on hips* Ya mind, shortcake?
Barghest: *Tries to crawl under June*
Logan: *...Okay okay >< ...will… just go haunt the kitchen or something.... Nuff with the guilt trip*
June Frayne: *LKSFJS FLAILS there goes her balance* Beir! What are you doing??
Sabotage: *watches oo*
Barghest: *o_o Is hiding. Not brave, can't eat ghosties*
Will Lennox: Whoa, hey. *moves to the young lady* You ok?
June Frayne: *to Sabotage* She's not usually like this. @o;
Logan: *...Feels like a heel for the sheer reason of being dead and upsetting a pup...So... Just gonna go sulk in the kitchen somewhere *
June Frayne: I think so. *the dog is only 80 lbs versus her......105 lbs XD; *
Barghest: *O_O And throws up the fridge demon*
June Frayne: .......I knew she'd throw that up!
Ironhide: *is thankful it wasn't thrown up on him at least...*
Logan: *Gonna learn to pay more attention for animals before trying to be social*
Will Lennox: .... *starts chuckling*
June Frayne: *watches the [link] fridge demon move* .............*.......girlish squeal!*
Barghest: *O___O Steps on it*
Will Lennox: ...... What the hell?! What is that? .... What -was- that?
Ironhide: *blinks* ....Bar critter. Usually best to not ask.
June Frayne: Fridge demon! *flees behind him oo; he's packing heat*
Barghest: *Steps all over it.... o3o And eats it again*
June Frayne: ................BEIR DX
Will Lennox: *must say something smart now* ..... Huh.
Ironhide: ...Don't ask Will. Don't ask *sighs*
Barghest: *Innocent puppy?*
June Frayne: .......I'm taking you to the vet later.
Barghest: *DDDD8*
Logan: *lurking at the door to the kitchen....juust watching*
Will Lennox: *eyes the... that is a tiny mech. And he has -seen- some tiny mechs*
Ironhide: *8D Lawn Gnome*
Sabotage: *hands on hips!*
Logan: *Just keeping outta the way....lurking the edges as he usually does until someone gets his ghostly dander up*
June Frayne: *looks over at Sabotage* ...Don't think I've met you.....*then to Will* Or you.
Will Lennox: *... he looks like an angry midget-mech....*
Barghest: *o3o Can I lick the midget?*
Sabotage: Name's Sabotage. Came here with my brother, Subterfuge.
Ironhide: *...is getting that might doze off at any moment old man look again o_____z *
Logan: *At least the puppeh isn’t all wiggy now... that makes the ghost feel a bit less droopy >_> *
Barghest: *Has baaad short term memory 8D*
Logan: *...Until I catch your attention again D8 *
June Frayne: Nice to meet ya.
Sabotage: You gonna gimme your name or just leave me out in the cold?
June Frayne: ....Well since you asked so nicely. ...-.o It's June.
Subterfuge: *CRASHES in, straight into his brother’s back, and winds up in a pile of black, green, and orange*
June Frayne: OO *trips over her dog, backing away from that*
Ironhide: *....Lawn gnome bowling? * *snorts awake @_z *
Barghest: *GROWLS at them midgets!*
Logan: *...Has to chuckle at the small pair.... smiling faintly... and might just dare to slink out to a booth again*
June Frayne: *ack* Come on, Beir. Let's get you out of here. *because later on you are going to a vet 8D * Bye guys! *tries to lure the dog out*
Barghest: *8D Follows her June-mummy out*
Sabotage: *shoves his brother off* @@
Ironhide: *...watches the small pair with one optic lit… amused by them*
Will Lennox: *yeah, ok, just gonna go check for coffee that didn't come out of.... where the hell does the coffee at base come from, anyways? o.-*
Logan: *…Just slinks to a booth to sit… and fiddle with a deck of cards he found.....*
Subterfuge: I HAVE BEEN AWAKE FOR EIGHT DAYS. BIG GUNS. SHOOT ME PLEASE.
Reinforcements: *.... Still a Brick*
Ironhide: *......Arches a brow* .......... ...nah.
Subterfuge: D8
Logan: *With much trial and error... starts to build a house of cards...*
Ironhide: *Smirks* I do suggest getting some recharge if you've been awake that long.
Subterfuge: I see some awesome things when my processor is running this hot. 8D
Sabotage: ... >_<
Ironhide: *.....Siiiighs and shakes his head...amused*
Sabotage: Come on, you stupid insomniac. *shooooves the green twin towards the back*
Subterfuge: But Napoleon just got started!
Logan: *Smirks at the lawn gnomes*
Will Lennox: .... *points after them* That's normal, too? *ah-ha! coffeemaker 8D Which he doesn't know how to work D8*
Sabotage: I know, I know.... maybe we ought to see Ratchet, hm?
Subterfuge: *as he's shoved into the back rooms* NO. HE GLOWS WEIRD COLORS BRO. I SWEAR/
Sabotage: *sigh* Never doubted you, brother mine.
Reinforcements: *..... Reaches into his chest..... And pulls out most of an iced coffee*
Ironhide: *nods* Pretty much *sighs* ....It gets ...odder too. *looks at Logan a moment.... then at Rein*
Logan: *...Still building a house of cards... ..or re-building. Its fallen apart twice.....*
Will Lennox: ....................... That's not really... edible, is it?
Reinforcements: *Just sets it on the bar counter*
Ironhide: ........ His chest compartment is one of those things we don’t question.
Will Lennox: *will leave on his own*

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Helix: *setting out a number of small sample cubes at the bar counter*
Rapid Fire: *Drowned in the hot tub, yep*
Helix: *Wouldn't you rather be a test su...the first to try some of the energon variations I'm hoping to offer here? :3*
Rapid Fire: *-_- Too much like charity*
Helix: *Tsk, it's free energon. And anything later will have to be paid for, in cash for example*
Rapid Fire: *.... Maybe, if roused from his hot tub coma*
Helix: *I could. But there's this annoying little problem of that I might not know that you're there. On the other hand....* *finished with that small job, goes looking for victims*
Reinforcements: *Is a Brick by the bar counter*
Morpho: *out in the garden, crouched by a koi pond*
Helix: *can act as a bartender if you need her, otherwise she'll head out*
Ratchet: *sends a brief message to Gale, noting that he -has- to release Vorpal at the latest tomorrow. He's fine, and to hold him without reason starts bordering on imprisonment*
Galeforce: *Will be there later this evening to take the wolfcub back under his wing*
Ratchet: *acknowledged, sir*
Starscream: *Stalks in, and moves over to the couches, apparently ignoring everyone at the moment*
Saprophyte: *Crawls in through the skylight, with the grace of a feckin’ cat and just as quiet o.o *
Starscream: *Doesn't seem to notice... But one doesn't get his job by being unobservant* *Sprawls on a couch, and pulls a cube out of a compartment*
Saprophyte: *just looking!*
Galeforce: *Lands outside, coming in*
Starscream: *Is very easy on the optics, yes*
Saprophyte: *......not for that reason, you pompous........... -_- *
Starscream: *You can't deny it, he's pure, tattoo'd sexy*
Saprophyte: *.........well the tattoos are a nice touch*
Starscream: *Nurses his cube, ignoring all ya'll peons*
Saprophyte: *........moves closer >>; *
Galeforce: *Goes to the medbay to speak with Ratchet*
Starscream: *Lalala, oblivious...*
Saprophyte: *peeks over a rafter o.o *
Ratchet: *onlines an optic, then thunks his chair down and moves to his feet* Sir.
Galeforce: No need for formalities, Senator. *Bit of a smile*
Ratchet: ..................... *snrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk* Now that was a Pit of a long time ago.
Galeforce: Aye, so it was. The days of Guardians and civilians.
Starscream: *.... Looks up*
Saprophyte: o_o;
Starscream: ... *And goes back to his self-indulgent lazing*
Ratchet: Better days, worse days, but certainly not boring. *moves to the berth, pushing the privacy screen away and setting to releasing the restraints*
Saprophyte: *Oh god, Mun wishes it was anyone but Sapro XD they would have dropped a water balloon on his face.....*
Galeforce: Indeed. *Tone gentles, looking down at Vorpal* What care will he need?
Vorpal: *rouses awake, optics flickering to watch dimly*
Starscream: *And then they would die. Or at least wish it*
Galeforce: *Strokes his helm lightly* Hello, wolf-cub.
Saprophyte: *just looking o.o; has never seen Starscream before.....*
Starscream: *Behold the glory*
Saprophyte: *......o........k.........thought you would be taller 8B *
Starscream: *31 feet isn't tall enough for you?*
Saprophyte: *Well you're not standing up!*
Starscream: *Nope. Resting his chickin legs*
Ratchet: *whuffs* Supervision, obviously. If you can rouse his learning protocols into full activity.... *sighs* Teach him what fuel is. His lines were full of.... everything but -__-
Galeforce: I see. So, a sparkling in a grown body. *Soft sigh*
Saprophyte: *settles back in the rafters, thinking to herself*
Ratchet: To a degree. A sparkling has a drive to take in information. As they grow, that drive slows down to our more normal, adult levels. He should have been at that stage now, but isn't. The hope is to rouse his learning protocols back to that sparkling-like learning level.
Starscream: *Plotting. Evil plots. For his babies*
Galeforce: He is an eager soul. *Strokes his head* He will learn, I am certain.
Vorpal: *makes a low sound at the contact*
Galeforce: Aye, my wolf-cub, you know me.
Ratchet: Anyways. He's all yours. *steps back* There are temporary locks on his flight mechanisms. I suggest you keep them there until he's... a little more aware.
Galeforce: Aye. Come with me, Vorpal. *Soft sound to soothe*
Vorpal: *stares dimly at him, but slowly picks himself up from the berth*
Saprophyte: *crawls back out to the roof to perch*
Galeforce: *Offers a hand to the young one* Come with me.
Vorpal: *stares at that hand*
Galeforce: *Gently takes his hand, moving slowly, but confidently*
Vorpal: *lets him, without any more reaction*
Galeforce: *Tries to lead him to the main room*
Vorpal: *follows, unresisting*
Galeforce: *Takes him to a booth, getting two cubes, showing him how to drink one*
Starscream: *What's this, then?*
Vorpal: *stares listlessly at the cube*
Galeforce: Come now, lad, try to drink. *Tries to get some of the fuel into his mouth*
Starscream: *Shifts so he can better watch what Gale's up to*
Vorpal: *... drinks, though protesting with a brief warble, doesn't know what this is, it's strange and they're in the open and doesn't.... like it*
Galeforce: Doesn't that taste better than dirt and leaves and insects? *Strokes his armor soothingly*
Vorpal: *.................... it does taste good. Chews on the cube*
Boola: *just gonna sneak outta the medbay, ok? 8D *
Ratchet: *....... if you drink what you cook while you're sleeping but one. more. time, femme, I'm locking you up in a box and shipping you somewhere truly primitive. WITHOUT YOUR TOOLS*
Boola: *BUT I NEED THOSE D8 *
Galeforce: No, no, just the fuel.
Ratchet: *>83 I know*
Boola: *DX !!! *
Ratchet: *tiiiiime to grow some common sense, then, no?*
Vorpal: *something in it tastes good, ergo will consume it all, fuel -and- cube*
Boola: *But but scientific exploration o3o *
Galeforce: Nay, lad. Just the fuel. The cube, it does not taste so good.
Ratchet: *sedatives and restraints -_-*
Vorpal: *watches dimly*
Boola: *......I'm not into those kinks D8 *
Galeforce: It is the fuel that is good, not the cube. See, it is inedible.
Ratchet: *then I suggest you don't give the medics a chance to indulge them -__-*
Starscream: *This is fascinating... *
Boola: *Pervert!*
Vorpal: *laps at the fuel*
Galeforce: Better, aye? It is good for you.
Vorpal: *examines the inside of the cube once he's done lapping the fuel up*
Galeforce: Do you like that? Do you need more?
Vorpal: *licks the cube*
Galeforce: *Gives him the next cube, wrapping one of his hands around it*
Boola: .......did I really.......say those things to you, sir? @@;
Starscream: *Rises from his couch, and discards his empty cube*
Vorpal: *watches this, holding onto the empty cube with his other hand*
Galeforce: Let me have this one, lad. *Gently tries to take it*
Ratchet: *cleaning the berth* .... Yes. And probably more than you remember -3-
Boola: ......*lsdkfjsldfj behind him ><;; *
Ratchet: *=3=*
Vorpal: *clings to the empty cube. It tastes good!*
Boola: .....And Sunburn? DX
Ratchet: And Primus knows who else =3=
Galeforce: No, this one. *Directs his attention to the full one, lifting it to his mouth*
Boola: D8 Nuh uh!
Vorpal: *doesn't wanna let go, but... wants this one too @_@ Is confused, and loses the empty cube with a tiny, sad sound*
Ratchet: Oh, yes.
Boola: DX I sort of remember.......someone else.
Ratchet: Do you now? *poker-faced CMO is poker-faced*
Boola: ........No. *TOTALLY LYING*
Ratchet: Mmmmmmmm-hm.
Galeforce: Shhh, shh, see, here is the fuel. That is what you want, aye? Not just an empty old cube.
Starscream: *Saunters over to Gale and Vorpal's booth*
Galeforce: *Looks up briefly, but returns his attention to Vorpal*
Vorpal: *...... abandons the cube and drops from the seat and to all fours, looking for a way away, armor slicked down*
Starscream: What's wrong with your Seeker, Galeforce?
Galeforce: Vorpal... lad, it is well. There is no need to run. *Tries to bring him back up* He suffered a rather catastrophic virus. It destroyed much of his mind. He is like a slow-learning sparkling again.
Starscream: *Now that is fascinating...* A virus? Now how would that happen?
Vorpal: *doesn't want to stay. None of this is good. But doesn't fight Gale, just tries to push free slowly*
Galeforce: Shh, shh. *Tries to reassure him, keeping the poor lad close*
Vorpal: *holds still, as he can't get away, going limp*
Galeforce: *Does his best to soothe him and comfort the poor boy* It was a Necroflux attack.
Starscream: Hmm... *And back to his couch he goes*
Erebos: *.............aaaaaaaaaand out of the couch and across the Seeker he goes*
Vorpal: *goes limp against Gale with a low whuff*
Starscream: *Just swats at the spider this time, is alert, and knows the couch can contain drones*
Erebos: *too fast XXXX3 *
Galeforce: There. It is safe.
Piran: *ambles into the bar*
Galeforce: *Quietly* 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves/ Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves,/ And the mome raths outgrabe.
Vorpal: *tilts his head minutely to listen to the sounds*
Galeforce: *Lights up a bit at his interest* "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun/ The frumious Bandersnatch!"
Vorpal: *just likes the sounds, listening*
Piran: *bats on of those small cubes at the bar counter lightly. Then catches it to carry over to one of the couches. From where he listens oo*
Starscream: *Better be a different couch from mine, drone*
Piran: *more than one couch oo*
Galeforce: He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree,/ And stood awhile in thought.
Vorpal: *makes a tiny sound at the one word*
Galeforce: Aye lad, that is where your name comes from. Vorpal Song, from a vorpal blade.
Piran: *nibbles the cube open, keeping an optic at the Seeker on the other couch*
Starscream: *Appears to be lost in thought*
Piran: *that's when you might want to beware, knows that*
Starscream: *Smart drone*
Piran: *It's common sense*
Vorpal: *blinks slowly*
Galeforce: And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
Vorpal: *relaxes a little against him, listening*
Starscream: *That poem makes my processor hurt*
Galeforce: One, two! One, two! and through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head/ He went galumphing back.
Vorpal: *trills a little again at the mention of his name*
Galeforce: Very good, lad! *Chirrrs happily*
Vorpal: *blinks at the sound, though.... it seems a good sound*
Galeforce: "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy.
Vorpal: *tilts his head a bit*
Galeforce: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves/ Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves,/ And the mome raths outgrabe.
Vorpal: *twitches a bit, recognizes those sounds, they're repeated*
Vorpal: *dozes against Gale*
Starscream: *Disappears into the night, off to commit evils, and pamper his babies*

September 12, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-23T08:35:08Z

Firecracker: *hangs upside-down from the roof, watching the garden*
Boola: *awake in the medbay and not happy about it @_x;;; *
Ratchet: *feeling better, are you :3*
Nightfall: *I'd hope she does XD*
Boola: *no DX ummm, I'mma sleep! Yeah Z.x!! *
Ratchet: *riiiiiiiiiight*
Nightfall: Hey, Boola *perched at a chair somewhere*
Boola: >< I'm asleep! *.......smooth*
Nightfall: Of-course, of-course
Boola: ......I did something stupid yesterday, didn't I? *peeks over her cover*
Nightfall: Beware what you drink? Feeling back to normal otherwise?
Boola: Yes...><;;; I didn't really hit on that Seeker did I?
Ratchet: *snoooooores from his usual spot. Is much better at feigning sleep than others :3 When he wants to*
Boola: *FLOOFS*
Nightfall: Among others. But no major incident in the end *grins* Even if someone made use of sly tricks to make sure of it
Boola: ..............DX *covers her face*
Patch Work: *tails flicks a little* *is beginning to wake up*
Ratchet: *onlines an optic to watch that, making sure the restraints are in place and remotely checking with the berth to make sure painkill'd medic is painkill'd*
Patch Work: *tail flicks again, and optics come online* *struggles weakly*
Ratchet: Hold still, Patch Work. You're fine, you're in medbay. *thunks his chair down and moves to the medic*
Patch Work: *tries to turn his head to see Ratchet* *tail flicks for a moment before sagging back down*
Ratchet: Good mech. You'll be fine. IRS reports, please. *starts running a few scans on Patch*
Patch Work: *wait.... but Stress got to the scene first.... where is he?!* <<Stress....Proof?>>
Ratchet: <<Stress has gone on sabbatical. I'm your primary, unless you'd prefer someone else?>>
Patch Work: *sighs in relief* <<I...was worried.... they got him....>> *winces a little and sends the IRS reports* <<Sorry... about this... sir...>>
Ratchet: ... What in the name of Primus' sidecar are you sorry for? *goes over the report and his own scans, looking for any anomalies*
Patch Work: <<...getting hurt.... ambushed....>> *realizes vaguely he is restrained*
Ratchet: ................ You're -sorry- for getting ambushed?
Patch Work: *maaaybe I should go* *tail flicks*
Ratchet: *you're not going anywhere* Might as well be sorry that the Necros exist, Patch Work. You're not at fault here. Focus on healing.
Patch Work: <>
Ratchet: You're a medic, Patch Work. Not a scout, not a frontline soldier. A medic. Unless you actually went up to them and offered to shake their hands, you're not at fault here.
Patch Work: *chuckles softly and then winces*
Ratchet: *rumbles amusement* Rest. Heal. Primus knows you'll likely be needed on your feet sooner rather than later.
Patch Work: <<How long?>>
Addison: *Shuffles in*
Ratchet: You'll be partially mobile in five days or so, fully mobile in two weeks, even if you might not want to be. You took some spinal damage, and you know what that means.
Patch Work: *sighs sadly* <> *wry smile* <<Guess I didn't.... do so well... eh?>>
Morpho: *steps in dragging his 'wheelbarrow', smelling faintly of hay and barn scents, dusty and with his hat on* *and stops to allow Addison to move along* Evenin', miss.
Ratchet: *whuffs* I do recommend running unless you're relatively certain you can win.
Addison: *delicate lil’ sniff, as that's usually how she orients herself, hearing and smell* *moves out of the way, presumably* I know you...
Patch Work: <<They blocked... my escape.... I did try that....>>
Ratchet: And I'm willing to bet they jammed you as well?
Morpho: ... Hope not by the smell. I was here the first night you came by. Sittin' up high.
Patch Work: *tries to nod... and oops not a good idea* <<Yes... I was able.... to disable... the jammer for a.... moment...well placed blast.....called for help....>>
Addison: The voice is the same. The smell...*tilts her head* ...much worse.
Ratchet: Good mech. Next time, simply shoot at full power and straight up. Particularly if you're that close to help. And no more random motions, hm?
Morpho: *chuckles* Was comin' in for a wash, actually. I do apologize, miss.
Patch Work: <<Yessir.>> *sighs softly* *feels tired... so tired*
Ratchet: Try and rest, Patch Work. Do you want a partial sedative to help you along?
Patch Work: <<Please... sir.>>
Addison: By all means, head for the showers. *grins*
Ratchet: Alright. *gives Patch something to make him sleepy and help him along into recharge*
Patch Work: *looks at Ratchet blearily*
Ratchet: *sets a hand on his shoulder, carefully* You'll be alright.
Morpho: ... That bad, huh? XD
Addison: You smell like manure. ^_^
Patch Work: *gives him a weak smile* <<I'll be up.... and helping out..... in no time... sir.>>
Morpho: *chuckles* Was helpin' a few friends. Lemme put this away and I'll see about makin' myself presentable. Don't think I caught your name that night.
Ratchet: That's better. Good mech.
Patch Work: *sighs softly and drifts off into stasis*
Addison: Addison. Addie if I like you.
Morpho: Pleasure to meet you, Addison. Blue Morpho, though Morpho'll do. Be back with you in a bit *drags his wheelbarrow into the back*
Addison: *moves to a chair and sits*
Addison: *tooo quiet in here ><* ...There's a song that's inside of my soul....It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again...
Morpho: *and comes back out of the washracks, glossy blue and still drying himself, smelling faintly of sage and leather*
Addison: *moved on to another song, barely heard*
Morpho: *moves a bit closer to her, listening for a moment before saying anything* Smell better now?
Addison: Yes. *turns to the sound of his voice*
Morpho: Well, there we go. Don't wanna chase the locals off.
Dr. Li: *...is starting to get used to what this place looks like, but dammit, this isn't his kitchen!* *Is shirtless, with a longneck in one hand, looking exasperated*
Addison: *Damn...I wish I wasn't blind X3 *
Morpho: Speakin' of which, we got company. Unhappy-lookin', too, and with his shirt off. Evenin', bub.
Addison: Ahh, I truly regret not being able to see-wait, is he good looking? If it's someone that looks like Gallagher, I'd rather keep that compliment to myself.
Dr. Li: Evening to you too. *Salutes him with the beer, taking a swig* I haven't seen you before.
Morpho: *chuckles* I ain't so good at judgin' looks in humans.
Addison: Me neither. ^_^
Dr. Li: *Laughs a bit too, sauntering over* I'm Dr. Li.
Morpho: I come and go, bub. *finishes drying up and plops his hat on his head* Blue Morpho. Morpho'll do.
Addison: What are you a doctor of? *delicately sniffing for a scent on him...tellls you a lot about a person*
Dr. Li: *Smells like sweat, a bit of spice from dinner, and beer, and a taste of lemon--it kills the dead body stink* Um, I'm a coroner, actually.
Addison: *nose twitches* Wondered about the piquant scent.
Dr. Li: ...the what scent? Sorry, English and grammar were my worst subjects.
Addison: *chuckles* Piquer. Um...it's ah, biting or stimulating.
Morpho: Now there's a job you don't hear about every day.
Dr. Li: Oh! I had General Tso's chicken for dinner. *Grins a bit*
Addison: .....I haven't had dinner. Knew I forgot to do something!
Rapid Fire: *Still up in the rafters, possibly indulging in a nap*
Reinforcements: *Brick*
Dr. Li: ...you can't go without dinner!
Addison: *blink* ‘Course I can. Just did. 8D
Morpho: ... Them's fightin' words, doc 83
Dr. Li: *Sets down his beer with a clunk and folds his arms* Name your poison. If it's takeout, I'll get it!
Addison: I'm not even that hungry!
Dr. Li: "That" hungry. Food under your nose, and you'll eat it, cardboard and all.
Addison: *crosses her arms and says teasingly* You gonna make me, Dr. Bone Daddy?
Severed Arm: *Feels neglected here on the floor T_T*
Dr. Li: *Teasingly* ...now there's a promise.
Morpho: *snrrrrk* *goes a-looking at the arm, crouching down* Oh, now, what's the matter with you?
Addison: *...wow that turned suggestive quick XD * *wags her finger at him...or his direction*
Severed Arm: *;-; Ironhide hurt mah feelings* *Woefully wiggles its digits*
Dr. Li: Alright, alright. *Throws his hands up in surrender* What can I get you to eat?
Morpho: You're not hurt, are ya? *pokes it lightly*
Addison: Why do I have to eat?? XD *laughs*
Severed Arm: *Is WOE'd, is* *Clings to them pokin's*
Dr. Li: Because it's not good to skip meals. *Sage nod* It's hell on the stomach.
Addison: Fine, do what you will. *smirks....that was intentionally innuedo-esc*
Dr. Li: *Laughs* Okay, so how do I order food here? Where are we?
Morpho: .... Awful good questions, those. *lifts his cling'd to hand* Feelin' better, then?
Severed Arm: *Cliiiiiiiings, still needs consoling ;3;*
Addison: That's...not reassuring.
Morpho: *suuuuure you do* *shakes hands with the Severed Arm* I think I saw a phone by the kitchen door, actually *since one of the twins needed one, back when the Bar was magic*
Severed Arm: *Tries to crawl up his arm, to his shoulder*
Dr. Li: *Don't tell him about that, it might break his brain* ...oookay. But still, how will I know where to get it delivered? *Puzzled*
Morpho: I'll pick it up for ya, doc. Easier all 'round, trust me. *alright, alright, you can have the shoulder*
Dr. Li: Okay. *Goes towards the kitchen, since it's logically placed, and one can't really miss it* ...holy damn.
Addison: Looot of fuss over trying to get me dinner. x3x
Morpho: Ain't that the way it ought to be with a lady?
Severed Arm: *Cliiiings to it, likes it up there*
Dr. Li: Blue guy has it right.
Reinforcements: *.... Reaches into his chest... and pulls out a bag of popcorn*
Addison: Oh, laying it on thick. XD *is dressed like a lady in [link] *
Morpho: .... I'm only impressed if that's already popped, bub 83
Reinforcements: *Pokes it* It is?
Dr. Li: *Goes bold and orders Thai, two pepper heat* *Blinks at Rein*
Morpho: ... Then I'm duly impressed.
Dr. Li: *Covers the phone* That can't be healthy for you.
Reinforcements: *Shrugs his upper doorwings* I could try for something else?
Addison: What's going on?
Morpho: If you like popcorn, Reinforcements just got some for ya.
Dr. Li: ...the big one pulled out a bag of popcorn. That was already popped.
Diane: *Where the hell did my popcorn go?!*
Ghost Strike: *-____- May I -now- eat the microwave?*
Addison: ...from where? *heard no popping!*
Diane: *No. Go eat whoever took it.*
Dr. Li: ...from his chest.
Morpho: A-yup.
Ghost Strike: *8D*
Addison: ...his chest....so what else is in there?
Morpho: ...........
Reinforcements: ... I dunno, ma'am.
Dr. Li: That can't be health--*abruptly goes back to the phone, getting an address and detailed directions*
Addison: ......Can I reach in there and find out?
Reinforcements: You can try if you want. But I don't think you'll find everything.
Addison: I'm just curious.
Reinforcements: *Shuffles over to her, being careful* If you want to.
Addison: Well how often do I get the chance to reach into an alien robot? .....Presumably.
Reinforcements: I wouldn't know, ma'am.
Addison: *reaaaches up a hand*
Reinforcements: ... *Come on brain, you work sometimes* 'M a bit big for you to reach standing. Could I pick you up?
Addison: ......sure. Why not?
Reinforcements: *Gently picks up the squishling, and holds her at chest height*
Addison: *dangles her feet o.o *
Reinforcements: *Opens up his chest compartment* My chest's right in front of you. Jus' don't get lost in there...
Addison: Well I'm not crawling in there. *reaaaaaaaches in.........o.o; *
Reinforcements: *Thar be treasures within... Like a stuffed spider, a toilet seat, and a pile of mini-pumpkins*
Addison: ..........You're a very strange individual....
Morpho: *snrk* That's one way of puttin' it.
Reinforcements: I didn't put most of the stuff in there.
Addison: …that makes you even stranger.
Reinforcements: *Aww... dangit* Yess'm.
Addison: .....Ok, I think I'm done exploring the giant robot oO;
Dr. Li: Um. *Hands Morpho the directions to the Thai place*
Reinforcements: Yess'm. *Carefully sets her down*
Addison: *straightens her dress and feels around for her chair*
Reinforcements: *Shuffles back to where he normally goes*
Addison: *wtf is her chair? ><; *
Morpho: Bit to your left, miss Addison.
Addison: Thank you. Got a bit turned around.
Morpho: Happens to everyone at least once in this place.
Addison: Happens to me daily.
Chiro: *hops out to get himself a cube*
Severed Arm: *Kneads on his shoulder*
Morpho: *that's.... still a bit weird, but alright* Long as there's a friendly voice nearby, all's well, no? *tips his hat at the doc*
Chiro: *smiles to Morpho*
Addison: ...that's dubious with you. You let your pal deep throat my hair last time.
Dr. Li: *... ... ... *
Morpho: *chuckles* If I'd done anythin', he'd have -taken- it, Miss Addison.
Addison: For all I know that's how you both get your kicks.
Chiro: .... I'm going to overhaul his entire fuel system. =_= And I'm going to line it with barbs!
Severed Arm: *o3o kneeaaaading. For it has forgotten its woe*
Addison: ...that voice is familiar...
Morpho: Nah. I like a fast wind and a faster road. *looks at the Chinchin and just tips his hat down over his face*
Speedtrap: *...I'm never letting him near me again*
Barricade: *.....is that a touch of doom I feel?*
Ironhide: *Limps in quietly... looking a bit less tired than the last few nights. Perhaps he's finally getting used to the new job*
Severed Arm: *D< YOU!* *Gives Ironhide the finger*
Chiro: Hello, Ironhide.
Morpho: ........... the Pit'd you learn language like that, bub? XD!
Dr. Li: ...well, I guess we know what it thinks of you.
Severed Arm: *o3o The spider taught me*
Morpho: *..... really, little brother*
Ironhide: *.....Oh woe. He's being insulted by a severed limb. Woe.* .......*...Is hurt* ...* no. Not really* *.......rolls his optics and limps for a seat*
Erebos: * XXXX3 *
Ironhide: *nods to Chiro quietly* Lo, Chiro *plz don’t mind how his joints squeak when he's tired 8D *
Chiro: *is minding. -_-*
Severed Arm: *Clliiiings to the Aero, ;3;*
Morpho: ... Well, that weren't friendly. *pats the arm a bit* Honey gets more flies than bile, you know.
Severed Arm: *T^T But he swatted me, and left me on the floor...*
Ironhide: *squeekdsqueekpop* >___< *Sighs and sits his ass down* *...you're the one that decided to play dead for several days*
Chiro: *Hide* <<You will be seeing me for that.... at some point..... yes?>>
Ironhide: *..Smirks faintly* *Chiro* <<Of course..... I am just tired Chiro. Which is most of it...>>
Chiro: <>
Severed Arm: *Has a very one track 'mind'*
Morpho: Just sayin', bub.
Erebos: *loooooooooooooowers down from the rafters to steal some snackies if he can find them*
Morpho: *looks up at that and grins* <<Evenin', little brother.>> *eyes the Arm* I don't think you wanna come pick up the food with me, though.
Erebos: *chitters*
Ironhide: <<Oh I know.. >> *Is quite appreciative of Chiro and his abilities Very much so* <<Whenever you think is best Chiro... My days have just been rather...busy>>
Severed Arm: *;3; Drops off onto the floor*
Chiro: <<Ironhide, you are welcome to walk in at any time.>>
Morpho: Now, don't look so glum, bub. I ain't goin' to the smelter, and you got other acquaintances to make. Be back inna bit. *heads on out to pick up the lady's food*
Severed Arm: *Just a-lies where it fell, is sulking, is*
Erebos: *........moves over to the arm*
Severed Arm: *Appears inanimate*
Erebos: *grooms*
Severed Arm: *>> Could use it. Not a very clean arm*
Erebos: *...............LAKDGHLSADGKH*
Severed Arm: *o3o Was playing dead on the floor for days. Doesn't make for a clean appendage*
Erebos: *HOW CAN YOU BE SO ALDKDGHALGHD ANGRY GRUMBLEBITCH*
Ironhide: *....Smirks at the poor Spider.......*
Severed Arm: *Can't see when it's filthy?*
Chiro: *heads into the back*
Morpho: *returns, with take out!*
Rapid Fire: *Drops down from the rafters, and stalks into the pool room to monopolize the hot tub for a while*
Addison: *sitting at a table, rearranging the table stuffs*
Morpho: *comes on over and drops off the food* There you go, Miss Addison. House courtesy.
Addison: *ooh food 8D *
Morpho: *amused that the doc was right*
Severed Arm: *@@ Is groomed?*
Erebos: *sure is! @@@@.@@@@ *
Morpho: *heads into the back*

September 11, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-23T08:15:06Z

Sunburn: *lands on the roof* *lazing on the roof it is. Need to make use of the warm weather, hard to know how much longer it will last*
Boola: >.> <.< *AMBUSH dive at Sunburn!*
Sunburn: *drowsing...flying copter!* *tries to scramble to the side o_z*
Boola: *tries to latch onto him 8D *
Sunburn: *will catch her and puuull her off if he can* o_<
Barricade: *......sneaks out of the medbay? 8D?*
Boola: *wraaaaaaaaaaps her tail around heem <33333333333 * *wow, doesn't something seem off about her? 8D <3 *
Ratchet: *ahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA-NO*
Vae: *You have a map of the medbay on your feet o3o *
Nightfall: *duct-tape, boss?*
Sunburn: ...oO *does his best to keep her at arm's length* are you ok?
Boola: I'm fiiiiiiiiiine. *<33333's at him*
Barricade: *short walk. Stretch the replacements. COME ON*
Ratchet: *siddown, or not only will I sic the Chinchin on you, I will call notice to every nick, scratch, welt and dent on your hide. I assure you, the ChinchinWibble (TM) will be EPIC*
Barricade: *=_= You should see my under armor. The armor that never saw any cosmetic repair.* *but does sit.*
Ratchet: *you've got your comm. Surely you can entertain yourself without driving anyone to murder*
Barricade: *grumbles* *And where did Stress go?*
Ratchet: *... out on sabbatical. He sent out a comm. to that purpose*
Sunburn: *Okay, not sure what to do* *....on the other hand, didn't Wildfire say something about this one and trying her experiments* I don't think so
Boola: *bingo! 8D you luscious hunk of metal <333333333 * *purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs at him and tries to niiiiiiiiibble his hand*
Barricade: *Stress* <<Where are you headed?>>
Stress Proof: *out of range*
Rapid Fire: *Lands neatly on the roof... to better behold this spectacle*
Barricade: *whuffs in irritation. He didn't mention going anywhere. =__o*
Sunburn: *sidelong half-glare. Don't make me throw her at you...* *and that...agh* *can I make it to medbay, I wonder?* no *tries to keep his hand out of reach*
Boola: *would love him tooo X3 <33 * *reaaaaaaaaches for, squirming with a lil’ giggle*
Rapid Fire: *Just watching. Could sorely use some entertainment at someone else's expense*
Sunburn: What did you drink? o_< *this is awkward*
Boola: *wraps her legs around his arm 8D awkward times ten* Sooooooomething in a viallll.
Sunburn: And that seemed like a good idea? *....come ON* *heads towards the edge of the roof and down (not too gracefully). Arm attachment or not*
Boola: *squeaks and clings TIGHTER*
Rapid Fire: *Stalks along to keep observing. But stays on that roof, does*
Ratchet: *.......... impending doom sense.... tingling*
Barricade: *WN* <<Can you bounce a signal to a mech that's out of range?>> *sorta pissy Stress didn't say anything about any damn sabbatical.*
Boola: * <33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333's *
Sunburn: *doom indeed >.<* *shakes his arm, just because*
White Noise: *Cade* <<&&Yes. Provided said mech is a Decepticon.&&>>
Barricade: *=_= cuts the line*
White Noise: *..... interesting*
Barricade: *Chinchin? Stress mention it to you? ...no? Weird of him. Oh well.* *settles back, since he knows the Rover will come back whenever he feels like coming back*
Boola: *GROPES him with her tail 8D *
Sunburn: *twitches! With a hiss. And tries to catch that tail while increasing his pace towards the medbay*
Ezra'il: *amused, is. Was watching from a clearing and lurks in through the front door*
Boola: *GROPEGROPE<3GROPE*
Rapid Fire: *Lurks over to the skylight to keep watching*
Sunburn: *arghlehs, and SHOVES Boola into the medbay the moment those shiny doors open, if he can* *...at the last moment thinking that it's no good to let her entirely free in there* *what dignity?* -_-
Barricade: *hisses*
Ratchet: ......... *well, there goes the relative quiet* Greetings.
Boola: *WRAPPED around him like a snake* o3o
Rapid Fire: *Oh well, that was entertaining while it lasted*
Boola: *and LAUNCHES herself at Ratchet <3333 *
Ratchet: *WHAT THE PRIMUS?!*
Barricade: *…now he's getting the entertainment.*
Ezra'il: *heaves himself up into the rafters for a rare bit of roosting*
Boola: *GROPES and purrrrrrrrrs*
Ratchet: *tries to peeeeel her off and hold her at arm's length* Greetings, Boola Boola -__-
Sunburn: Hello.... *damn! Grabs for a foot to try and pull her off the CMO* Drank something from a vial, she said DX
Ratchet: ... Oh, wonderful -_-
Boola: Waaaaant to play doctor on me? >83 I'm into exploraaaaaative surgery. *gropetweakprod*
Ratchet: Fascinating as the offer surely is, I must decline. What did you drink, Boola? *stiiiiiill trying to peel her off with Sun's help*
Boola: *slooowly being peeled of* That's not important. 8D
Barricade: *over here laughing at you two bozos*
Ratchet: *oh, shut up, you -_-* It is critically important to me. You do want to make me deliriously happy, don't you?
Boola: Yessssssss. I can make you happy. >83 I can make alllllllll of you happy!
Barricade: I will take her up on the offer.
Boola: 8D ?! <3
Ratchet: No you won't -__-
Boola: D8 Awww
Sunburn: *will help till Boola is restrained, then flee to the main bar for a strong drink*
Barricade: Oh? Shame. I could ravish her senseless.
Ratchet: Precisely the problem.
Boola: I could ravish you senseless o3o
Barricade: Do not make promises you will not keeeeeep…
Ratchet: No you won't >_o You'll not be ravishing anyone until you tell me what you drank.
Boola: I'm tryyyyyyying *SQUIRMING to get free* I drank a vial labeled 055T-16. NowcanIgoravishhim? 8D ? Or you??
Ratchet: ... Nope, I don't think so. I need to know what you -put- in that vial.
Barricade: I am thinking Viagra for mechs.
Boola: Mmmmm can't remember. Made it when I was asleep. X33 Never happened before, go figure. *SQUIRMSUGGESTIVEWRIIIITHE*
Ratchet: Your editorial commentary, while undoubtedly amusing to your own audios, is not wanted, Barricade .............................................. You drank something you made while you were -asleep-?
Boola: Yup 8D
Barricade: Not wanted but present. *83*
Ratchet: ............................. Oh, for the love of... *internal twitchTWITCHTWITCH, see, this is why I go hit power lines!*
Boola: *tries to eel out of their hands and make a run for Cade 8D <333333 *
Barricade: *BRING IT ON, BABY. >D*
Ratchet: *FOR THE LUVVA PETE, NO!* Boola! He's too gravely injured for that! *srs medic is srs* I am, however, available. *and have an IoD behind my back, but shhh*
Barricade: ...I am not!
Ratchet: Yes you are -__-
Boola: *screeeeeeeeeeeeeches to a stop, turning to Ratchet* 8D Really??? <3 *runs back to him with open arms, lover!*
Barricade: *..........COCKBLOCKED D8*
Ratchet: *Primus help me, welcomes her with one open arm* *gotta time this just right...*
Boola: *CUDDLEGROPE*
Thesis: *tries to FACEHUGGER Ratch from her compartment*
Ratchet: *WAUGH! @___o Ok, then, holds onto her and tries to STABBY her......... ASDFASG DRONE, WHAT? WHAT???*
Thesis: *NUU RAPING MY MISTRESS*
Boola: *SQUEALS D8 * Ooww!
Sunburn: *It's under control...relatively so* *flee...walks out and back to the main bar. After a detour to get something very strong from his room*
Ratchet: *I'M WORKING ON IT, YOU STICKY-TOED BEAST!* *do you think I sedate femmes so I can ravish them? ........ Don't answer that -_____-*
Thesis: *Ratchet, OB-GYN. 8B* *sits on his head and watches*
Boola: *doooooooown she goes* Ravish........me......while I'm.......incapacitated.........x.z *thud*
Ratchet: *whuffs!* Let's not and I'll take a raincheck on that. *looks up at the drone* Does she keep quarters in the Bar?
Thesis: Yes, sir. *coordinates to the room* *licks Ratchet's optic*
Ratchet: *..... asdfasgasdf* -What- was that for? *picks her up gently to carry her that-a-way. And that's NOT AN EXCUSE FOR YOU TO TRY AND SNEAK OUT, SALEEN*
Barricade: *Too bad. XD is*
Ratchet: *isn't dense, locked the medbay door <3*
Rapid Fire: *Drops in through the skylight onto the rafters, paying close attention to the possibly homicidal rumblechopper*
Barricade: *by the way, would have slipped off into the Massa. Harmless enough, right? Has a back door back there in his room. x)*
Ratchet: *tells the Chinchin on you >3*
Dr. Li: *Comes from a doorway, still in his greens and smelling of death and worse*
Reinforcements: *Just a-lurkin' by the bar counter, being a brick*
Rapid Fire: *Staaaaaares at the fleshling from his perch in the rafters*
Darkstalker: *is studying her datapads, not really sure what else to be doing since she was kicked out of the medbay until further notice >_>* *or for that matter, what she should be doing considering her mentor has apparently disappeared or something*
Dr. Li: ...quiet as the morgue in here. *Pulls off his faceshield*
Ironhide: *Wanders in via the front...bad hip squeaking faintly for whatever reason today*
Rapid Fire: *Scoffs*
Float: *h00man!* *hovers sedately towards the new squishling, tentacles neatly tucked out of the way* oo.oo
Darkstalker: *not sure if it's been long enough yet to ask Ratchet what it will take to get back into his good --or at least, not-so-bad-- graces*
Ironhide: *Just has himself sitting quietly in one of his usual spots... looking a smidge worn out again after another day of busybusybusy... The Topkick will be happy when this leadership thing settles into a routine. Oh yes z__z *
Dr. Li: *...giant... jellyfish...* ...well, you're not the strangest thing I've seen.
Severed Arm: *T^T Still lying on the floor, being dead*
Ironhide: *Pays the drama-arm no real mind. Too tired to care z___z *
Severed Arm: *Wounded, is. Just cause it's an arm doesn't mean it don't have feelings*
Dr. Li: *Prefers it when severed limbs stay on the slab to be dissected properly, not up and flopping around, if it's all the same to you*
Severed Arm: *D8 Not for dissecting!*
Ironhide: *Then you'd better start moving around before someone takes advantage of a lonely inanimate limb just laying there*
Ratchet: *I don't know, have you developed much-belated common-sense, femme? -_-*
Float: *little tentacle wave?* ^^_^^
Dr. Li: *...waves back?*
Float: ^^__^^!
Darkstalker: *yes, sir, I have. I won't let my inferiority complex get in the way of my ability to care for patients again.*
Ratchet: *bold words. Let's see you match them to actions and then we'll talk. A medic who won't take even the most basic care of him or herself is no good to the rest of the medical staff*
Patch Work: *tails twitches a little*
Darkstalker: *yes sir* *now, what can I do to actually get energon? Seeing as the bar no longer has its infinite stocks...*
Rapid Fire: *Preens*
Float: oo.oo *vial with a dry cicada skin for you?*
Ironhide: *....Miiight... just have dozed off perched on a couch......*
Rapid Fire: *Tempted to do something mean-spirited to the Autobot*
Ironhide: *If you speak of this Autobot... remember... he holds looong grudges and can be right nasty back. And he's a commanding officer now.. .*
Rapid Fire: *Thus far I've seen not so much to suggest you'd do much more than grump at me*
Ironhide: *The Topkick just generally has a good sense of when something is worth retaliating against or not... *
Rapid Fire: *Bah. As if he would do something worth getting killed over again*

September 10, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-23T07:57:22Z

Barricade: *...hfffff.. looks around the medbay. zz.zz*
Quickdart: *comes into the bar and goes to the medbay... whaaat? Is visiting XD*
Barricade: *still flat on his face, but prefers it than being belly up on a berth*
Quickdart: *Cade* <<Mind if I come visit?>>
Barricade: *looks up a bit* <<...No.>>
Ratchet: *mind you don't disturb the other patients, and life will be good*
Nightfall: *probably somewhere in medbay, reading*
Quickdart: *finds Cade and goes over to him* How are you feeling?
Barricade: Like I am on my face on a surgical berth waiting for my arm to reattach, my shoulder to heal, and my knees and hocks to settle.
Nightfall: Hey *nods at Dart as the Seeker goes by*
Quickdart: *returned Nightfall's greeting* *winces* Least you got your arm back
Barricade: =_= Yes, at least.
Quickdart: What you have to trade for it? *chuckles*
Barricade: Just an agreement to leave sir Shrieksalot alone.
Quickdart: *looks at him wryly* Ah well, perhaps it is for the best.
Barricade: Yes.....in this case I believe it is. *shifts* Help me sit up. *grunts, annoyedly*
Quickdart: *lends a hand to help Cade sit up* I was a bit worried when I heard Starscream plucked you from the roof. Glad you came back in almost one piece
Barricade: Fucker. *gruuuunts*
Quickdart: Careful there *helps get Cade in a semi-sitting position*
Barricade: *s'all he wants. Somewhat sitting.* It is fine.
Ratchet: *EYES you two*
Quickdart: *looks to Ratchet* Sir?
Ratchet: *offlines his optics again, in his usual position* Mind you don't go aiding a medbay escape, Quickdart.
Barricade: Someone needs to tip his chair back.
Nightfall: *grins, holding back any comments he might have had :3*
Ratchet: I'm sure you'll try one of these days -3-
Barricade: If my knees worked....
Ratchet: If wishes were high-grade.
Barricade: I'd be drunk all the time.
Nightfall: The world would be a more interesting place?
Ratchet: Hrrmph.
Quickdart: *chuckles at Ratchet* Don't worry sir.
Barricade: *tests his arm ............................................................................................@x*
Quickdart: *eyes Cade* That bad huh?
Barricade: He chewed it off.. *looks at the welded tears on his shoulder* That'll scar spectacularly...
Starscream: *You stuck it in my mouth!*
Barricade: *YOU WERE CHEWING ON MY GODDAMNED HEAD*
Starscream: *8D Sure was*
Quickdart: I once had my wing ripped off. During a battle. Primus it hurt. You're lucky you don't have to regrow your arm... though I am sure you will be saddened by the loss of opportunity to disgust others with that goo.
Barricade: It was disgusting last time. *grins* I was pleased.
Quickdart: I know you were *chuckles*
Quickdart: I could always tell Ratchet you want to regrow it *grins at him teasingly*
Barricade: ...Touch it and I will beat you with it.
Quickdart: *laughs!* That I do not doubt my friend. That I do not doubt
Barricade: *flexes talons o_<*
Quickdart: But you have use of it right?
Barricade: Some.
Quickdart: *looks at his legs* How long are you stuck here for?
Barricade: *follows his gaze* Five days or so.
Quickdart: *nods* And let me guess, you are bored out of your mind
Barricade: ..Not really. *Dart* <<Mostly tired.>>
Quickdart: <<Then rest Barricade.>>
Reinforcements: *Is a Brick*
Firedrake: *walks into the bar, still running a bit hot from fighting practice earlier*
Reinforcements: *Leaning on the bar counter, so he can keep an optic on the door*
Firedrake: *no wrong with staying alert* greetings *finds herself a seat by the bar counter*
Crucifer: *steps in, a little dusty* Hello, good day! ^__^
Firedrake: Good evening
Crucifer: Good day, Firedrake ^__^ I hope you are keeping yourself contented?
Firedrake: I am. Between any work that can or should be done, keeping oneself busy is no problem. The same for you, I suppose?
Crucifer: Oh, yes ^__^;;; Though I'll admit it's a little more fun than work nowadays, much to my guilty pleasure.
Firedrake: Hmm, as long as the work is done properly, nothing wrong with finding it enjoyable
Crucifer: Oh, yes. I wouldn't eschew my duties, but still, it's nice to find time to oneself after so long ^__^
Firedrake: True, I have to admit. Something else than all out war
Barricade: *Oh, by the way, went back to sleep since.. his Mun’s computer went PPPFFBBTT earlier.*
Vae: *drawing on Cade's feet with a white gel pen ^.^ *
Barricade: *YOU FUCKER*
Firecracker: *drawing? oo*
Vae: *REVENGE FOR TRYING TO EAT ME, YOU JERK*
Barricade: *I AM GOING TO DEVOUR YOU SOUL-FIRST, YOU LITTLE SHIT*
Vae: *draws ponies 8D *
Barricade: *....twwiiitch.....twitchKICKIKCKCUKICKKICKS like a cat x__z*
Ratchet: *watching 'Cade pull a Jack.....*
Vae: *slkdfja;lkshgkdhg;akgh flails off the berth and lands on his back...........CRIES T_T *
Barricade: o_z
Ratchet: *ooooof, thunks his chair down and goes to pick up the bitty*
Barricade: *...who is bothering me at five-in-my-morning for? dozes back off*
Vae: *cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyying*
Barricade: *aaaah crying babies.... sweet sweet music...*
Ratchet: *go back to sleep -__-* Here, now, Vae, are you hurt? *makes to pick him up gently*
Vae: Back hurts T_T
Ratchet: Well, let's have a look, him? *runs a scan of the bitty's back*
Vae: *mostly just "bruised" from the fall, nothing ruptured or cracked*
Firedrake: *opens a small cube of midgrade*
Ratchet: It was just a little fall, you'll be alright. What's the lesson from this, hm?
Crucifer: Oh, I do admit, I rather like peace more now than when we first had it. It's that much more precious, no? ^__^
Firedrake: Certainly. Something to be appreciated, even by old soldiers
Vae: Don't poke the bear? T_T;
Ratchet: Very good! Even when he's sleeping. *gives him a bit of chewy energon candy, and goes back to his chair, bitty and all if he'll allow it*
Vae: *cuddles up in his lap and nombles his treat o3o; *
Ratchet: *pets the bitty, apparently offline again, foot hooked firmly under a berth as he leans the chair back*
Perseco: *peeks into the medbay*
Ratchet: *leeeeaning way back, optics offline, leg hooked under a berth, and potentially a bitty on his chest*
Starscream: *Push him over!*
Vae: *sprawled and purring*
Perseco: *I would never!* *grins at the picture there and slips inside quietly*
Reinforcements: *-_- Well, can no longer escape his terrible fate* *Shuffles over to the Noise*
Ratchet: *soft, but carrying* Don't topple me over.
White Noise: *looks up at the approach, setting a datapad down*
Perseco: Now why would I want to do that?
Reinforcements: I am under a mandate to seek a full physical at this point in time.
White Noise: &&This can be provided.&& *stands up* &&A negative reaction can be avoided by proceeding in medbay or a separate room in the back.&&
Ratchet: It's the first thing that goes through everyone's processor. Good day, Perseco.
Reinforcements: &&Yessir. Will the medbay suffice, sir?&& *Still can't find a respectful non-gendered term @@*
Perseco: Hello. ^_^ And not mine.
White Noise: &&Medbay will be adequate.&& *sets its datapad away and heads that-a-way*
Reinforcements: *Shuffles after it*
Ratchet: Then you're an uncommon creature.
Perseco: You have a sparkling on your chest. That would be just mean.
Ratchet: I have more faith that he could get away unscathed, than in my being allowed peace.
Perseco: ......*giggles* You may be right.
Ratchet: Whatever brings you to our humble den of iniquity and villainy, Perseco? It better not be the need to borrow my saw again...
Perseco: My plants are behaving, thank you. *......just don't look in the room, plz >>; *
Ratchet: *singsong* IIIIII don't beliiiiiieve you.
White Noise: *heads into the medbay, and points to a berth*
Reinforcements: *Shuffles over to the berth... But still can't sit down, sah. Buttwings thwart it yet again*
White Noise: *then please proceed close enough to the berth that you can be plugged into its monitoring systems*
Perseco: It's true!
Ratchet: *onlines an optic to follow WN and Rein, then gives her attention back to her* Mmmmm-hm.
Reinforcements: *Yessir, stands as close as he can being a kibbly wingly-butt*
Perseco: *crosses her arms* My room is to my liking.
Ratchet: As long as your patients' limbs remain attached, I've no real complain, now do I? :3
Perseco: Such a thing to say!
Ratchet: I speak the truth!
White Noise: *starts setting down a collection of probes and scanners on the berth*
Reinforcements: *;-; This is gonna be horrible...* *Still, is a Brick*
Perseco: *leans over to tickle his foot!*
Ratchet: *thunks the chair down to avoid being off-balanced* See what I mean!
Perseco: You deserved that!
Stress Proof: *ach.... is just putting things off, and... it's not going to get better when he can't see what got them worse to begin with* *sends a brief local comm. to let it be known he's heading out on a bit of a sabbatical*
Speedtrap: *Be careful, Da. Still dunno where all th' Necros got off ta.*
Stress Proof: *................................ aye an' I'll try to be, I promise. And thankee, lad*
Speedtrap: *Good. Miss ya, dun blow too many eardrums out with those damn bagpipes*
Ratchet: For speaking the truth?
Dr. Li: *Comes in the door backwards, gesturing rather wildly, a dishtowel over one shoulder, and an oven mitt on the hand that's not holding a cell phone*
Ironhide: *.....Limps in quietly via the back.... @@ another long day of getting used to being in charge, alongside WF of course...*
Severed Arm: *Crawls out of a grate near the stage*
Ironhide: * =_= ...severed limb. *
Perseco: For being.....well, you know!
Dr. Li: --Ames was harassing me for tox reports again, but he promised me a case of microbrew if I pull them overnight. Of course they were done before I took that bet! Do I look stu...piiiieeey, this isn't my kitchen. Gotta go. *Click*
Ratchet: I? I know nothing!
Ironhide: *....Pauses and looks at the ...unfamiliar human* ... *...Looks like a fresh bar abductee....?* .... *...siiiiigh*
Severed Arm: *Waves hiiii at the new parson*
White Noise: *probes like thiiiiiiis one..... [link] *
Dr. Li: *Turns around. Slowly.* ...oooooh myyyyyy.
Perseco: ......*a bit distracted by WN's raping of Rein over there*
Reinforcements: *D8 What did I do to deserve that?!*
Ironhide: *......to deal with this or go …fuckitall and hide in the back @@....* *Old Topkick still isn’t used to new job*
Severed Arm: *Skitters on over, must investigate this new squishling!*
Dr. Li: Um. Hi?
Ironhide: *...Sighs and takes a few steps in the general direction of the human...But rumbles at that hand with a certain dislike -__-* ....Evening.
Dr. Li: *...oh he's big. Very big. They didn't look this big on TV* ...hi?
Severed Arm: *o3o Rolls over at being rumbled at*
Dr. Li: ...should limbs be unattached and moving?
Ironhide: *Has managed to avoid much TV time himself. Thus far >_< * *Likes not being recognized by people on the street given his alt-mode is kind of distinctive* *Just be careful hand. Don’t scare the human ><* .....It's special. And harmless. *eyeballs it*
Dr. Li: But it shouldn't be moving! *Flails a bit*
Severed Arm: *Wiggles its digits, is a friendly arm!*
Ironhide: *Sigh ><* .... ...You learn to accept or ignore that kinda thing here... *Sits down on a seat nearby... to seem less big and slightly more on the humans level*
Dr. Li: ...this is a very strange place.
Ironhide: *Nods calmly. Still watching the human* .....It can be.
Dr. Li: ...but your body parts don't normally get up and walk around?
Ironhide: *Eyeballs that hand* No. Like I said. It's just......special.
Severed Arm: *Rolls back over proper, and shyly skitters on over*
Dr. Li: ...huh. Good.
Ratchet: *is absolutely unfazed by WN producing things like this: [link] *
Perseco: *slkdjf*
Reinforcements: *O____________O*
Dr. Li: *...that's like a Whartenburg wheel from hell!*
Ratchet: *well, apparently the Brick is not as brickly as he thought >:3*
Perseco: *who would be with that??*
Reinforcements: *T_T Ain't gonna complain, but it takes more than being a brick to be unfazed by them torture implements*
White Noise: *annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.......................... proceeds to pick up a simple scanner, and sets about scanning the Brickly One. Was just putting out probes because Ratch told him to over comm.*
Ironhide: *Is just gonna sit here and look like a tired Topkick z____o ...while trying to pay attention to the human*
Reinforcements: *The Autobot CMO is a cruel, cruel mech*
Perseco: *.......Next time I'm tipping you out of that chair. On principle. You horrid, horrid medic...*
Ratchet: *yoooooou can't prove a cotton-pickin' thing, femme!*
Perseco: *Knows you! Knows the Noise!* *gives him a calculating looook*
Ratchet: *innocent as the bitty perched on him!* .... Yes?
Reinforcements: *Should present an interesting scanner anomaly with his chest O' holding*
Vae: *zzzz*
Perseco: Have you been resting?
Ratchet: As much as I can. Unlike most of my staff, who need common sense driven into them. *pets the bitty*
White Noise: *is aware of the Bar-energies that seem to have infected your chest compartment. Will save those readings for future study, but is at the moment wholly dedicated to giving the Brick a full and thorough physical*
Perseco: Hmmm. *sidles closer to knead on his back and shoulders* Aren't you the more stubborn of all here?
Nightfall: *shifts slightly where he's still busy reading* :3
Ratchet: *rumbles a bit at the attention* Absolutely. But I've earned that right by being the one with the most common-sense, more often than not.
Dr. Li: *will wander back out in some shock*
Perseco: Oh you think so?
Ratchet: I know so.
Perseco: *......purrs in his audio*
Ratchet: *turns a bit to give her a look* Now what was that for?
Ironhide: *...probably should go pass out in a berth. But that'd require energy to get up again* =__=
Perseco: *innocent! X3 * Hmm?
Ratchet: *..... Topkick, if I catch you learning bad resting habits, I will stock up on the most sickeningly sweet bumperstickers I can find, and weld them to every inch of your frame. I suggest you put a door between you and me, at least* *whuffs in amusement, but says nothing*
Ironhide: *Is resting fine @@! ......Is just not used to the new job yet and he's bushed at the end of the days until he gets into a groove*
Wildfire: *And ya know, forgetting the hours where we sit and stare at each other going WTF ARE WE DOING?.......*
Perseco: *grins and continues kneading, resting her chin on his shoulder*
Ironhide: *Yeah. That too. *
Nightfall: *tsk, copter lady. Those understandable nerves aside, you'll do great*
White Noise: *finishes a slightly less invasive than usual, but thoroughly efficient full physical on the Brick* &&You are in adequate-to-high physical condition. Your filters will require cleaning now or at a later date not beyond one lunar cycle.&&
Reinforcements: *Less invasive is always appreciated, you know* &&If you have time for it, now is non-objectionable.&&
White Noise: *considers, as this is a procedure that is best done with the patient lying down* &&Are you able to sit in any capacity?&&
Ratchet: *offlines his optics and relaxes minutely. Only the shrinkfemme could tell what his current stress level is at*
Reinforcements: &&Not without doing damage to my doorwings.&&
Perseco: *has four hands to knead with ^_^ *
Ironhide: *...Might just sit here and doze old man style for a few minutes. Unless someone or something decides to not allow him to do so*
White Noise: &&Damage is not necessary. You will need to release the armor section and fuel filters completely.&&
Reinforcements: *Xx Hates having to lose his armor. It's his security against getting shot in his innards!* &&Yessir.&& *Does as he's told*
White Noise: *requires you to do so only so you can actually -give- it the filters. As they're under the armor an' all*
Reinforcements: *Knows... but can't be a brick without armor ;3;*
White Noise: *you'll be a Brick again as soon as I've soaked and scrubbed them* *gets a small bucket and fills it with cleaning solvent*
Perseco: *will knead on Ratchet for a long time, occasionally purring at him in that lil’ flirty way*
Ironhide: *Still lighting dozing in his seat.. Needs again to drag his ass to a berth...*
Severed Arm: *Tries to scale the Topkick*
Ironhide: *...Jolts awake with that and swattas on pure reflex* @@!
Severed Arm: *Swatted! And falls off, thrashing like a dying thing*
Ironhide: *....blinks confusedly before focusing on the arm* --; *......that’s what you get for startling sleepy Topkicks*
Severed Arm: *Curls up like a dead spider*
Ironhide: *...nudges it with a foot* Quit being dramatic. You deserved it and you know it. --;
Severed Arm: *T_T Nupe, is dead. DEAD!*
Ironhide: *Oh sure you are. Suuuure*
Severed Arm: *Appears as animate as any other severed arm you'd find lying around the bar*
Ironhide: *…Nudges it with a foot again before slowly heaving himself upright with tired, creaky, oldman joints* =_= *popcricksnap*
Severed Arm: *Doesn't move*
Ironhide: *Rolls his shoulders... they popping and cracking too. Tiredness and the Topkick don’t mix.... Time to pass out..... reasonably soon* ....Mn *eyes the limb* I suppose if it's really dead.. I could weld it to the wall as decoration...
Severed Arm: *Not moving, durnit! You hurt its poor dead feelings*
Ironhide: *Call it even for being a cheeky hand and grabbing the Topkick’s backside --; *
Severed Arm: *o3o Had to. They dared me!*
Ironhide: *Lucky I don’t step on you*
Severed Arm: *Would cry. Such impossible tears*
Ironhide: *Was tempted to mock step on the hand. But there were too many ways for that to just end badly for the Topkick...*
Severed Arm: *T^T So mean! Is an innocent arm!*
Ironhide: *And is a moody tired Topkick. Your point? *
Ironhide: *...Looks at that arm again... and just knoows it's being dramatic. And figures it will get bored of doing nothing soon enough*
Severed Arm: *Is an arm. Can play dead for a looong time*
Ironhide: *....have fun with that* *loses interest in an inanimate appendage... and is more concerned about his hip giving him a few achy fits*
Reinforcements: *Come distract Ratchet from scaring me with probes?*
Ironhide: *.......Nah. *
White Noise: *.... did you provide your filters yet?*
Reinforcements: *if you asked for them. T'ain't a mech to take the initiative, particularly when it comes to pulling his own bits out*
White Noise: *did, and has thus been scrubbing them and cleaning them of human-fuel gunk*
Reinforcements: *>> There's a lot of it.... *
White Noise: *unsurprisingly so, surely* *finishes up and sets about replacing the clean filters in place* &&It is suggested you find alternate sources of cleaner fuel, or schedule regular filter cleaning procedures. You may restore the armor.&&
Reinforcements: &&Yessir.&& *Puts his armor back on, most thankfully*
White Noise: *Rein* <<*datasent: Full physical report*>>
Reinforcements: *O_O What am I gonna do with that?*
White Noise: *you will provide it upon request, if necessary. That is the point of a full physical*
Reinforcements: *Was just told to get them regularly, not what he's supposed ta do with the information. But it's probably helpful in these 'get dismembered by Necros' days*
White Noise: *and, with the physical done, sets about putting the whole array of probes away*
Reinforcements: &&Am I dismissed, sir?&&
White Noise: &&Yes.&&
Reinforcements: *Shuffles out the medbay to not wonder even a little what those probes are for*
Ratchet: *suuuuuuuuuure you don't >D*
Reinforcements: *Fears you, sir. Really does*
Ratchet: *good >3*
Reinforcements: *;-; If you say so, sir.*
White Noise: *returns to its table and its datapad once done cleaning in medbay*

September 9, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-22T09:22:06Z

Quickdart: *kneads Galeforce in his sleep, leaning a bit against the older mech*
Barricade: *finally actually got to sleep and stopped pestering Galeforce around 8 AM.*
Galeforce: *Has finally gotten to sleep at about eight, when Barricade finally shut up*
Barricade: *Gale* <<*ye olde random CLICKITYCLACKBRRrrzzzzT*>>
Galeforce: *STARTS awake again*
Barricade: *if he were awake, would laugh his ass off*
Quickdart: *wakes up too at the start* Sir?
Galeforce: *Absently feels bad for Speedtrap and Chiro, if Barricade is the kind to talk in his sleep all the time* *But this likely means he's asleep, since it's not on the hour. He's either early, or late* Apologies. It was only a comm.
Barricade: *doesn't talk in his sleep.This is partways him fixating on the commline, and partways Mun Amusement*
Quickdart: *nods a bit and streeeeetches*
Barricade: *is can turn onto his side now? Yes? x__X*
Stress Proof: *the other side, or even yuir stomach. I'll give ye a hand*
Barricade: *I can? 8D YES*
Stress Proof: *aye, aye, come on and let's get ye re-settled*
Barricade: *stomach it is then. And closes the commline absently*
Galeforce: *Thank Primus*
Quickdart: *studies Gale before preening himself*
Galeforce: *Leans against his student and wingmate, finally, blissfully, able to rest*
Quickdart: *purrs with a smile at Gale relaxing and preens him a little*
Chiro: *got up at some point to help Stress with the joint portion of the repairs on the Saleen, dead quiet throughout*
Stress Proof: *is being quiet as well, but still working busily*
Chiro: *We've done most of the work, Stress. Joint replacements doesn't take that long. While you were busy re-attaching his arm to that... god awful bite-mess, I replaced both knees and you didn't even know it*
Stress Proof: *......................... thankee, Chiro ^__^ He's.... I think he's gauny be awfully mad at me later T_T*
Chiro: *Oh yes...*
Stress Proof: *T___T*
Chiro: <<Stress... I think you need to understand something about the situation.>>
Stress Proof: <<Aye?>>
Chiro: <<*explains the extremely unstable agreement the Saleen and the F-22 have* If one end tips, everything goes to Void.>>
Stress Proof: <>
Chiro: <<So you would sentence us to death? You'll get Barricade, me, and probably yourself KILLED for... for what?>> <<The more of us that gets involved the more unstable it gets! The harder he has to work to MAKE it work!>>
Stress Proof: *wilts* <<I cannae hope tae ken what the ramifications are, Chiro, an' I well understand that. But I have tae do what I ken needs doing. 'Twould be wrong to be silent. *shrugs* I've already given me report to Galeforce.>>
Chiro: ..... *hits him. Right across the face. And then looks a bit surprised, but mostly upset*
Stress Proof: *staggers back, more in surprise than anything, pauses... and then goes quietly back to work*
Helix: *walks inside and heads right to behind the bar counter. To start work on that dispenser thing*
Chiro: You're going to get him killed! Just leave it be!
Stress Proof: *flinches at that, recoiling*
Chiro: *turns and flees to the Massa to leech onto Speedtrap to cuddle*
Speedtrap: *Cuddles on him right back, comfort all around*
Stress Proof: *................. checks on the repairs automatically, making sure they're finished, and shuffles to sit on his little cot.... no, out. Out to the garden*
Chiro: *don't mind an upset, metaphorically sobbing Chinchin, there, Goose*
Speedtrap: *Easy, shh, we'll be alright Chiro, promise. Jus' snuggle up ta me, an' try ta rest*
Stream: *nearly on his head in one of the larger flower beds, work to keep the garden presentable keeping him rather busy these days*
Stress Proof: *just going to... walk a bit. A wee bit of a hike into the woods*
Stream: *was that a medic? Well, have a nod, if a late one*
Rapid Fire: *Lands on the roof, and lurks inside to inhabit the rafters*
Helix: *still working, probably a bit of stuff spread out over the counter*
Rapid Fire: *Staaaaaaaaaaaaaares at that stuff from his perch*
Helix: Hello *waves, without really looking up*
Helix: Hmmmmm *glances at that Seeker there again. To try and ask about getting some supplies picked up, or contact some others she knows :3*
Rapid Fire: *Isn't too grumpy today, didn't get shot stealing his noms*
Helix: *you are stubborn, you know. But might just take the risk then* Would you be adverse towards picking a few things up for me sometime during today? *looking up towards RF*
Rapid Fire: ... Depends. Is this a favor, or a paid errand?
Helix: What kind of person would I be if I didn't offer to pay? Especially since I don't know you *grins* I could offer some drinks, or a number of cubes?
Rapid Fire: *-_- Goodbye pride* Cubes will suffice.
Morpho: *atta birdie 83*
Rapid Fire: *>< You shut up*
Helix: *tsk, complaining, complaining. It's not like I'm forcing you into steady work. Or taking away the fun of being shot at while raiding for fuel :3* would five be fine? It's not much I need to be fetched, just some distance away. And any grade you want
Rapid Fire: Five mid-grade will do.
Helix: I'll have them ready and handed over before you choose to go *grins* *oh, and coordinates to where the stuff to be fetched can be found. Just a couple crates*
Rapid Fire: I can go now.
Helix: Just a few moments then *heads into the back. And no-one poke at what I'm putting together at the counter. Mind the closely watching raven drone in the rafters somewhere*
Rapid Fire: *Isn't poking. Just drops out of the rafters to wait*
Helix: *and shortly returns with those cubes* here you go
Rapid Fire: *Takes them cubes, and stores them* You want your stuff delivered here?
Helix: Yes, please. Just give me a call when you get back *chirps, giving her comm.* And thank you
Rapid Fire: Hm. *Stalks out, and takes off, turbines screeching the way they does*
Helix: *that taken care of :3 Returns to her putting the dispenser together*
Addison: *walks into the bar, dressed in a 50's style dress with cherries on it*
Stress Proof: *found himself a quiet, far spot in the woods, and sends a brief comm. out to the Auto-pup to see where he's gotten himself at*
Patch Work: *goes outside for a walk*
Float: *eeeeee h00man ^^_^^* *hovers closer to Addison, whirring* *little tentacle wave!*
Addison: *is blind, sorry! Cannae see it x3x *
Float: oo.oo; *whirrs*
Addison: *tilts her head, can hear a faint noise....*
Float: *....oooooooh, it's a game! ^^_^^* *whirrs!*
Erebos: *loooooooowers down right over the human oooo3oooo *
Barricade: *looks around at the medbay, blearily*
Addison: *you ever get the sensation something is near you..........* *huffs* Ok, I know something or someone is near me. *hands on hips*
Galeforce: *Comes down out of the rafters*
Patch Work: *finally breaks through the comm. silencer with a lucky and desperate shot* *on any frequency he can reach* <<HEE---zzzzzzlllpzzzzzzz>> *signal of origin can be traced to find it is a half a mile to the bar if that*
Antediluvian: *looks up slowly*
Grunty McNoname: *D< Heyyy, quit that! Jus' diiiie*
REDSHIRT NECRO FODDER 8B: *Whistle while work, doo dee doo dee do* *aka, beating the slag out of the medic*
Barricade: *tries to get up*
Grunty McNoname: *8B Beating, beating ON a medic... You perverts can't read it wrong this'un time*
REDSHIRT NECRO FODDER 8B: *You just have to go there* *KICKING the medic 8D *
Patch Work: *tries one more time* <<*staticky static* -elp! *staaaaatic* Necr- *staticky*>>
Barricade: *pain. X____x getting up… not a good idea right now.....weird comm, that one.*
Ironhide: *Catches the second staticky comm. while on his way to the bar...* *Turns around abruptly... and takes off for the origin point of the comm. source sending out a general aid request to the origin location*
Erebos: *........leaves the human alone and climbs up, skittering out the window*
Float: *OO.OO! *moves a little closer to Addison, just in case*
Stress Proof: *hefts himself up and canters outta the woods in the direction of the call, sending a brief response, in case it gets through*
Addison: *reaches to TOUCH dammit, knows there's something there*
10-4: *Hide* <<On my way, sir. ETA ten minutes.>>
Galeforce: *Moves wearily out to the night, and into the air*
Ironhide: *Acknowledges 10-4, and is approaching the comm. origin quickly...*
Grunty McNoname: *o3o We's needta git, sah*
REDSHIRT NECRO FODDER 8B: *hey, that looks like a-ARUGH, GODDAMN SPIDER BITING MY OPTIC* *FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAILS*
Float: *........... <333333333333333*
Grunty McNoname: *DDDDDD8*
Patch Work: *weakly tries to drag broken body away.... not working so hot though ><*
REDSHIRT NECRO FODDER 8B: *GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF* *GIRLY SQUEAL*
Grunty McNoname: *>< STEPS on that thar medic*
Galeforce: *Have a Sidewinder*
Patch Work: *OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Primus that hurt!*
Grunty McNoname: *SQUEEEAAAAAAAAAL!!!!*
REDSHIRT NECRO FODDER 8B: * @_____X I think something was in that bite* ........*staggers around a bit drunkenly*
Grunty McNoname: *D8 Mah legs! I was using them legs!*
Galeforce: *Not any more.*
Grunty McNoname: *T3T Shoots his POS gun at the jerk who dun broke his good walking legs*
Patch Work: *nuuu stasis... must....get....away....first*
REDSHIRT NECRO FODDER 8B: *opens fire with a Gatling gun in every which direction ><;;; vision is off, disoriented as ofuk*
Grunty McNoname: *DX You shot me!!*
Barricade: *...ya'll are kinda stupid, aintcha>?*
Ironhide: *Happily laying down fire on the Necros... Trying to distract them away from Patch without shooting too close TO Patch*
Galeforce: *Comes in low, all lights dark, and shoots with his gun as well, just to add to the confusion*
Stress Proof: *I think I can, I think I can, I think I can..... huffpuffhuffpuff.... I think I can...*
REDSHIRT NECRO FODDER 8B: *OW DX *
10-4: *sprints past Stress* Hi Stress! Bye Stress!
Patch Work: *plz to not be hitting me?*
Attuli: *Da retards of da group*
Grunty McNoname: *x_x This suuuuuuucks*
Stress Proof: *GAWDAMMED YOUNGLINGS!*
10-4: *x)*
Erebos: *jumps across the clearing from a tree and bites Grunty's aft*
10-4: *Go git ‘em, Assault**
Grunty McNoname: *EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!*
Assault: *all teeth, all pissy cop dog, all in Grunty's face*
Galeforce: *...feels... bad, using guns and missiles on this lot*
Assault: *that one sounds like a katydid 8D*
Ironhide: *Starts trying to get towards Patch, or at least driving the ......stupidfucks away from Patch*
Grunty McNoname: *Shrriiiiieeeeks and flails like a dying girl*
Ghost Strike: *does not absolutely feel bad at all about lunging at RNF and trying to engulf him/her/it/they (you never know with these things! 8B) into multiple crushing coils*
REDSHIRT NECRO FODDER 8B: *FLAILING AND SHOOTING DX *
Galeforce: *Lands, and helps with the herding... with his sword-blade*
REDSHIRT NECRO FODDER 8B: *ALSKDJGLSADGH;SDKAGHA;GH SCREAMS*
Assault: *miiight be hanging from GMN's throat*
Patch Work: *nununu stasis, stasis means you are DEAD in a battlefield* *keeeps trying to drag himself, but ain't moving*
10-4: *tries to gather Patch up* Easy now.
Patch Work: *is a broken doll in Tenny's arms* *hisses softly*
Grunty McNoname: *x_x Blaugh. Is dead*
Ghost Strike: *squeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE*
REDSHIRT NECRO FODDER 8B: * x_____X this is no good between the venom and the-SNAP OHGOD MY FUCKIN SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE* *THUDS*
10-4: *this mech is a bit on the heavy side x__X*
Erebos: *is on Grunty's head, calmly grooming himself*
Patch Work: *yaaaah sorry bout that* *continues to fight stasis, buuuut oooooooooooooowwwwwww*
Assault: *lets go and sits up. Stoic puppeh.*
Ghost Strike: *gonna stay just a bit longer, to make sure*
Erebos: *........moves over to groom Assault*
Galeforce: *Cleans his blade and sheaths it*
Assault: *is… groomed. And is stoic.*
Stress Proof: *AHOOOGAH, finally gets there X_@*
Ironhide: *Rumbles and looks over the scene.... just ...taking to prowling the area…securing the perimeter so to speak*
10-4: Ironhide! Can you carry him?
Patch Work: *blinkity blinkity at Stress, trying to stay awake*
Stress Proof: *whyyyy are ye doing that? First thing is gauny be trying to put ye in stasis!*
Patch Work: *so I can give you this* <<*staticky* *report* *staticky*>>
Galeforce: Persistent mech.
Stress Proof: *well, ye got it to me, now ye can wave goodnight to the nice mechs, aye?*
Erebos: *skitters over the body and takes a memento 8888D part of Grunty's optic*
Patch Work: x_x *good idea* *and is out cold*
Grunty McNoname: *D8 Nooooooo!*
Ironhide: *looks over with the call of his name... and moves over that direction* I can, most likely... *heads towards patch and Stress*
Erebos: *Shuddup! It's mine now!*
Grunty McNoname: *T^x*
Stress Proof: *working right on the spot on pinching lines and sealing off damaged circuitry*
Erebos: *Don't make me take the other*
Grunty McNoname: *T___X Is dead, lemme alone*
Ghost Strike: *still squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing. Just in case*
REDSHIRT NECRO FODDER 8B: *GET OFF OF ME DX HAVE SOME RESPECT FOR THE DEAD*
Diane: *...you went off and didn't even let me shoot one*
Ghost Strike: *NO SHOOTING! Too close to the Bar and my ward, ergo you are PUREED*
Diane: *...spoilsport*
Erebos: *disappears in the trees.....only to reappear at the bar, and skitters through the window oooo3oooo *
Stress Proof: If'n ye could take him into medbay, please.
Erebos: *goes to find Float to give her the Necro e-ball 8888D Here, is a prezzie*
Ironhide: *If no one else is... the Topkick is happy to move forward and take Patch back to the Medbay for Stress*
Stress Proof: *thankee. Trots after him*
Ironhide: *Gets Patch to the medbay fairly quick-like* *Stress* <<Where do you want me to put him?>>
Stress Proof: <<The free surgical berth, at the back, please.>> *canters in after him*
Ironhide: *Moves quickly to get Patch to where he's told to put the poor fellow*
Stress Proof: Thankee, sir. *and sets to work sharp-like, digits blurring, Ratchet moving to assist him*
Barricade: *watches them from his berth*
Ironhide: *Gets his own gimpy ass outta the way and possibly out of sight before Ratchet makes use of the Topkick’s new rank to force the Topkick into a bunch of repairs*
Ratchet: *YOU NEED THEM!*
Ironhide: * :B * *Is gonna dodge them as long as possible, possibly if only to be a pain in the ass. That, and you've not said anything yet. So Neener*
Ratchet: *.... is going to sic the Corvette on you. If only because he'll love it -__-*
Sideswipe: * 8D ? *
Ironhide: *Will just do what he usually does to Sides. Beat him silly? 8D *
Sideswipe: *You wouldn't hit the guy that's snuggled up next to the Kid, would you?*
Ironhide: *Only when you're not snuggled up to the kid and pestering the Topkick*
Float: *having her umbrella pat-pat'd again oo.oo;*
Erebos: *have an e-ball?*
Addison: *wth am I touching? x.x*
Ironhide: *Limps back out into the main area of the bar, with a nice mishmash of mechanical noise and squeaky joints*
Float: *eeeeeeeeeeeeeee <333333333333 So brave!* *puts it inna vial, careful not to move away from the pat-patting h00man*
Addison: ....This place is weird. *feeeeeels along the drone*
Erebos: *just watches the human oooo.OOOO; *
Float: *.... heeeee, that tickles! ^^_^^ And whirrs*
Addison: ...Wait, you're that drone...the science doohicky.
Float: *nodnods!*
Addison: And you can't talk, can you?
Float: *shakeshake no*
Addison: ...This is a rocky friendship from the start, my friend.
Float: *um.... have a vial with a dry daisy?*
Addison: *.....head tilt*
Float: *opens it for her oo.oo*
Reinforcements: *Shuffles in- aww... Was doing so good, too!*
Addison: *feeeeling?*
Float: *just a dry daisy inna vial*
Reinforcements: *Well... Shuffles over to the bar counter to lean in his spot*
Addison: ...Huh...it's a plant..
Float: *nodnod! ^^_^^*
Patch Work: *sorry Stress, sorry Ratchet... I didn't mean to give you more work ><*
Addison: If I'm not mistaken, there is someone else here...
Float: *nodnod!*
Reinforcements: *Looks at the fleshy* 'Lo.
Ratchet: *be quiet, rest, and let us work*
Addison: Hello
Ironhide: *Prolly plunked his aft on a couch z__o again tired after a long-ass day of... importantshit*
Reinforcements: *Isn't good at... conversating*
Ironhide: *Looks up, one optic on, looking at the girl*
Patch Work: *yessir*
Daorsainn: *comes in after being gone for a while.... wherever he goes... since not even his Mun knows*
Reinforcements: *Is a brick*
Addison: *Disneyland?*
Daorsainn: *eyes that brick before taking his usual place standing against the wall near the door*
Reinforcements: *Briiiiick. Don't mind being eye'd*
Daorsainn: *....if children at Disneyland saw me they would scream and cry and it would definitely not be the happiest place on earth*
Addison: *humming a song to herself*
Float: *faaaaaascinated. And as was touched, can potentially be a jellyfish shawl?*
Addison: *will be a bit confused by that, but as long as you aren't trying to eat my head............*
Float: *nooo, is a warm, slightly vibrating shawl*
Addison: *which is......weird* If you're a science drone...what data are you taking from this encounter?
Stress Proof: *working and working and working on a sedated, pain-kill'd and stasis'd Patch Work, making sure he's been stabilized* *Ratchet* <<Sir... I'll be taking a sabbatical. Starting tomorrow, once I've done a wee bit of a procedure with Roth. 'Tis on file already.>>
Traipse: *annnnd IS DONE. And is going to sleep for a week in Penny's flower bed @____z*
Kestrel: *dives down to try and tackle hug Traipse before vanishing*
Penny Feely: *...........well, there go my mums*
Traipse: *... I feel molested, and I wasn't even awake for it x_@*
Kestrel: *.....I can molest you when you wake up? If that is better?*
Ratchet: <<Oh?>> *working support on Patch Work* <<What about... your current patients?>>
Patch Work: *does this mean you get the task of being my primary sir? o.o;;;;; by the way is still unconscious >.>*
Chiro: *will pick up Cade as his primary and NO ONE ELSE*
Barricade: *is berth-bound for a week but Ratch can move him to his room if he wants in a day or two*
Stress Proof: *is quiet a long while* <<Chiro is Barricade's primary, sir. An' I ken yui'll take care of Patch Work. Roth will only need minimum watching, he's a smart drone.>>
Barricade: *Better say bye to me, you half track, if you'll be gone for a while.*
Stress Proof: *will be sending a local comm. 'Tis a wee bit hard to face the fact both ye and Chiro are angry at me*
Ratchet: <<Where are you going, then?>>
Stress Proof: <<... I dinnae ken, sir. North, maybe. All the way up. An' I ken to be careful. I've nae forgotten me stealth procedures when traveling, at least.>>
Ratchet: *thinks a while, finishing up with Patch Work, then helping with the clean-up* <<Be careful, Stress.>>
Stress Proof: <<Aye, sir.>>
Barricade: *Never had friends mad at you before? Drops off to sleep with the sun rise, while the mun takes off to go sit around in planes and airports all day*
Stress Proof: *.......... never had friends, period, until he came to this bitty world*
Barricade: *Then I'd hope you'd treat them better than just a local comm. since I'm... right here on a berth.*
Stress Proof: *I dinnae ken the first thing about friends! >< I thought I did... 'tis better if'n ye sleep, rest and recover*
Barricade: *not really asleep....sort of drowsing*

September 8, 2009 - 2 of 2

2009-12-22T08:52:13Z

Barricade: *....but... but... what... I... um...*
Galeforce: <<My thanks, sir.>> *Juuuuust keeps an open comm. line. Who knows, maybe it's comforting for the rock-headed Saleen*
Barricade: *listens to the white noise and background static of an open line, whuffling*
Barricade: *is going to randomly say something to Gale. Every hour. On the hour. And likely it won’t make sense.*
Galeforce: *And will still say something back, even if it has nothing to do with what was said before. Because likely, the Saleen doesn't know what's going on.*
Ratchet: *....... lived through that once. Will gladly cut his comm. for you, sir -___-*
Galeforce: *It is unneeded at this point, but thank you for the offer*
Barricade: *dozes*
Jolt: *...busy day* *sleeping with Sideswipe*
Galeforce: *Is catching a blissful catnap in the rafters, after the days' excitement*
Barricade: *snaps awake* *Gale* <<.....Getting your arm bitten off ....well, it sucks...>>
Stress Proof: *och, FINE. For th' love o' auld Primus an' 'is rusty sidecar!* *sends a prelim. report to Ratchet and Galeforce. And points out he's nae happy wi' this, tolerant as 'e might be o' 'Con ideas o' "fun"*
Galeforce: *Thanks Stress for his report, promising to review it with a clear mind* *Barricade* <>
Barricade: <<Mmm. Love strangling bastards.>>
Galeforce: <>
Barricade: <<Mmnnn..>> *dozes back off*

September 8, 2009 - 1 of 2

2009-12-22T08:51:10Z

Chiro: *OMG I FORGOT ABOUT STRESS* *sprints in and into the back to untie Stress from his berth-prison x___X*
Stress Proof: *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzwhut?*
Chiro: *8D Hi.* Good morning. *unstraps him quickly* How's the back?
Stress Proof: *asdfasdfasgwhat? Z___@* Ach... orm.... Back? 'Tis good, 'tis good *bed-headed Rover is nottawake yet, ye chinchilling wee monkey*
Chiro: *Can sleep for two days, wake up and perform surgery two minutes later. 8D IS the energizer bunny* Good! Now listen closely, aye? *nevermind he's dirty. And scraped. With a certain lack-of-color paint. 8)*
Stress Proof: *is an AULD Rover, and it takes him a bit to boot up!* *shakes his head to try and pay attention properly* Aye, an' I'm listening.
Chiro: I replaced a section of your central nervous system cabling last night. I need you to be very, very careful with your back, Stress, unfortunately for you, for two full weeks. No lifting bodies, no hunching for hours, and if it starts hurting.. Lie. Down.
Stress Proof: ............ Aye aye, sir *sighs* 'Tis gauny be a hard two weeks.
Chiro: I know. You could really use a joint overhaul, you know. =_=; I could replace all the big motor system joints easily.
Stress Proof: That would take too long! What if'n there's an emergency?
Chiro: There are eight other medics available, Stress Proof. At least.
Stress Proof: *blows a low breath* Aye an' I know, I know. But we've all been doubled up at one time or another, and it frets me... Could ye nae do the overhauls in stages?
Chiro: I could, but it would take you just as long to recover from one overhaul as it would if I sat down and did the vast majority of them. *sighs softly* Your hips need replacing, badly.
Stress Proof: *whuffs* ...... I know, Chiro. Me shoulders?
Chiro: They look like a melon if you threw it in a grinder for a few seconds. o.<
Stress Proof: ...... >_< 'Tis me shield. 'Tis a lot of weight!
Chiro: Aye and I know that. It causes stress on the joints over a long period of time and CLEARLY they haven't been replaced in a very. long. while.
Stress Proof: .... >_>
Chiro: …tell me they aren't your originals.
Stress Proof: .......................... <_<
Chiro: ....*SMAKKA*
Stress Proof: *SQUEAKAH!*
Chiro: *Ratch* <<Chiro to Ratchet, got a question for you.>>
Ratchet: *onlines one optic from his chair* <<Go ahead.>>
Chiro: <<Did you know that some if not most of our dear Stress Proof's joints are his originals? 8D?>>
Ratchet: <<......................... Do tell?>>
Chiro: <<His shoulders, likely his hips... I'd have to do more examinations but I'm 90% certain everything is original aside from his back and his left ankle. 8D>>
Ratchet: *makes a low, rumbling sound -__-* <<For the love of... Your suggestion? Other than a wallop to the helm?>>
Chiro: <>
Ratchet: <<Hrmnh.... How long would he be out?>>
Chiro: <<If I replace them all at once? *thinks for a few moments* Probably a week of bed rest and another of very light duty. But it will be the same amount of time replacing each weight-bearing joint one by one.>>
Ratchet: <<And I take it you're contacting me because he's dug in his heels, or is about to.>>
Chiro: <>
Ratchet: <<Feel free to make it an order if you have to.>> *offlines the optic again*
Chiro: <<Thank you sir.>> *focuses on Stress again* What would you like to do?
Stress Proof: ........ I have one matter I'd like tae take care of before doing anything else. But if'n ye think me joints need to be replaced overall.... then so they do -___-
Chiro: *nods* Let me know when, and I will start working on the replacements. I want to upgrade your shoulder joints to better support that weight.
Stress Proof: *whuffs* ...... Does that mean I'll nae be able to carry me shield while they settle? >__<
Chiro: *nods* Correct.
Stress Proof: ... I need me shield!
Chiro: It'll never leave your sight, Stress. *sigh =_=*
Grey: *employ someone to carry it? :3*
Chiro: *it's his comfort blanket. 8/*
Stress Proof: But 'tisnae the same!
Chiro: I know, Stress, I know. As soon as they settle, the instant, I'll make sure you know so you can put it back on.
Stress Proof: >__< Surely me shoulders arenae so bad as everything else?
Grey: *ach, I see*
Chiro: They are worse.
Stress Proof: ..... But -!
Chiro: Please Stress.
Stress Proof: *DINNAE GIVE ME THE CHINCHIN PLEA, DAMN YE*
Chiro: *is giving you the PLEA, is giving you the LOOK, T_____T*
Stress Proof: *...................... cheater*
Chiro: *T___________________________________________T*
Stress Proof: ...................................................................Och, stop that! Fine, fine, fine. I'll have them replaced as well >_______<;;;
Chiro: I can do those first, Stress, if you want.
Stress Proof: *huffs* 'Tis fine... I just need to take care of one wee matter first. That, I'll nae put off.
Chiro: *nods* As you wish. Like I said, just let me know.
Stress Proof: *adfasdfasgasdfas floofas at the thought of being without his shield x___<*
Chiro: *><; hates making Stress upset D8 and almost... almost "never mind"s it.*
Ratchet: *be strong, Chinchin. STRONG!*
Barricade: *lurks in and floooops on a couch. Is up entirely past his bedtime. @@ which is usually... dawn.*
Sirius: *a-wanders in, whistling. Or attempting too 8D*
Barricade: *belly up on the couch, resembling an incredibly ugly cat*
Sirius: *.... that -is- ugly XD*
Barricade: *laying profanely, too x)*
Sirius: *makes a sniiiide sound... or may still be whistling, who knows 83*
Barricade: *opens an optic*
Sirius: *diiiiid nothing, and rummages under the counter, just in case* *noisily*
Barricade: *huuuffff*
Sirius: *peeks over the counter, and keeps on trying to whistle some song or another. Sounding more like a diseased teakettle left burning too long*
Starscream: *Silently moves out from the back*
Sirius: *.......... that is a BIG Seeker* o.O Yow.
Barricade: *FUCK WHJY THE FUCK DO YOU KEEP COMING OUT HERE WHEN I'M HERE?!JKSDHYFUIJKLKSJLIDFSHJK*
Starscream: *Looks the little grounder over... And moves over to the couches to relax* *Never left last night?*
Patch Work: *wakes up with a jerk* *blinks and sees DS is still asleep and rubs his forehelm, waking up*
Starscream: *And your hate amuses*
Barricade: *shdjkfjdkkahj flings himself off of the couch with a growl and slinks ... elsewhere in the room.*
Quickdart: *flies in via the Seeker window*
Sirius: *wow, pity we can't refuel on tension or we'd be stuffed XD*
Starscream: *Looks up, shifting subtly to better move if he needs to*
Firecracker: *DEEEEATH from above at the flying Seeker*
Antediluvian: *slips in through the front door, etchings glowing*
Quickdart: *is pounced! and flaaaaails coming in for a crash landing* *and thuds on the floor* *muffled cause he is banging his forehelm against the ground* Ya got me
Starscream: *The chaos of this place is less than optimal...* *Looks over at the moodlight old'un... Don't see those much anymore*
Antediluvian: *so old... but... Stress's treatments helped by leaps and bounds. Focuses his old, old stare on KFC*
Firecracker: *squeaks! But the crashing is kind of fun still 8D* I did *chirrrrrs 83*
Quickdart: *tries to get up* And who is "I"? Hmmm? *grins at the sparkling*
Starscream: *Stares back, and is certainly not thinking of how sexier he'd be if his own tattoos glowed...*
Sunburn: *for once, the brat is victimizing a Seeker other than himself >8D*
Patch Work: *is itching to learn more things..... eyeing the medics who are around* *nah... shouldn't ask... o.o;;; they are busy&
Antediluvian: *you are good looking. But I know who you are. And thus your sexyness is cut in half by the knowledge of backstabbyness*
Quickdart: *hey I don't mind, I actually someday wanted a bratling*
Ratchet: *isn't busy, is keeping vigil on Jolt*
Patch Work: *but doesn't wanna disturb you... knows how important Jolt is*
Jolt: *still hasn’t woken up*
Sunburn: *you have -no- idea about this one. Just ask Wildfire or Nightfall oo;*
Quickdart: *bah!*
Firecracker: I'm Firecracker *pokes*
Quickdart: I'm Dart. *tickles the sparkling*
Starscream: *Unrepentant for his well known tendency to backstab. After all, it's gotten him where he wants to be, and it's not as if people haven't tried to stab him*
Firecracker: No tickling! *pounces, trying to secure an ankle to gnaw at in retaliation*
Quickdart: *keeps trying to tickle Firecracker*
Antediluvian: *rumbles subsonically* Air Commander. *has never had an issue being obedient and subservient to mechs who were MERE SPARKLINGS when he was a fully trained Guardian.*
Quickdart: *finds he likes this kid a lot*
Patch Work: *so just sits there quietly, reviewing old medfiles*
Starscream: *Mmmm, respect* *Nods dismissively, and to all appearances turns his attention to a cube he pulls from a compartment*
Antediluvian: *even if this one is an asshole, he's sort of... kinda... technically a superior. Sort of. But will obey Galeforce before he obeys Starscream.*
Sirius: *cube? OwO*
Firecracker: *tries to draw on him with a crayon, then leaps into the rafters*
Quickdart: *leaps after Firecracker*
Starscream: *-_- For now, that won't be a problem. Is playing nice with the traitor Decepticons* *Delicious cube, not even made of stolen fuel*
Sirius: *........... share? 8D?*
Starscream: *Doesn't share*
Darkstalker: *finally starting to wake with a soft chirr*
Patch Work: *quickly looks at DS*
Quickdart: *is gonna catch you Firecracker*
Darkstalker: *optics come on dimly, in the stages of 'don't wanna be awake but my body and processor are going to make me do it anyways'*
Firecracker: *is a fast brat, and with the teachers he's got....* won't caaaatch! *wiggles his toes and zooms around Starscream, never stopping though*
Antediluvian: *slips up into the rafters to consume a cube or three*
Quickdart: *ha! You don't know but Wildfire and I race*
Patch Work: How are you feeling Darkstalker?
Sirius: *looking up to the rafters, grinning XD... And does everyone here but me have cubes? D8*
Starscream: *Either of you touch me, and I'll beat you like hated step-babies*
Barricade: *.....uses that distraction to try and BITE THE BACK OF STARSCREAM'S NECK*
Quickdart: *I don't* *oh and Cade... that'll end well -_-*
Starscream: *Shriiiiills, and slashes at him*
Firecracker: *I've been warned, won't be bothering the KFC 83* *squawks, diving for cover into one of the booths at that shrill DX!*
Sirius: *dinner and entertainment! .... If I had dinner XD*
Helix: *walks out from the back...takes herself and the box she was carrying behind the bar counter*
Darkstalker: *softly* ...Better. *is counting the seconds until the inevitable lecture and/or punishment*
Barricade: *digs in and SHAKES HEAD for a second before letting go to dodge those claws*
Patch Work: *sees that look* <<Ratchet wants to speak to you as soon as you are better. And you have been taken off the active list.>>
Quickdart: *watches Cade* *Cade* <<Feel better now?>> *amused*
Starscream: *Oh, not going with just claws for you, Saleen. You warrant his fancy wrist blades* *Lunges after him*
Barricade: *runs like a cat with its tail on fire*
Starscream: *-_- Chases him with Vulcan fire. Pretty sure he's allowed to shoot him, so long as he doesn't die*
Barricade: *Oh, Dart* <<Yes.>> *OH FUCK drops a table to use as a shield*
Helix: ...Ouch
Quickdart: *chuckles softly* *to Cade* <<I'll be up here if you need me.>>
Starscream: *Stalks on over, gonna kick that table, just waiting for him to move*
Barricade: *Dart* <<Somehow, I get the feeling that engaging Starscream may not be one of your brightest ideas, Autobot.>> *FLINGS it at his face and sprints off*
Firecracker: *optics just visible over the wall of that booth* O_O
Sirius: *ducks a little behind the counter, but isn't gonna miss this for the world 8D* *and waves at Helix* Hey 8D
Darkstalker: *D8* *tries to quell the panic at The Trouble She's Gonna Be In when she talks to Ratchet*
Starscream: *SLASHES at it, McShooting after him, slaggit!*
Quickdart: <<So says the one who did it.>> *shrugs a bit* <<Still. I'm here if you need me.>>
Patch Work: <<Surely you knew you were close to passing out, Darkstalker. Why didn't you rest?>>
Barricade: *Dart* <<Then again... if he shoots you, he dies or goes to the brig. Jump in the line of his fire!>> **ROLLLEAPTWIST is losing paint, but managing to skirt most of the ouches*
Quickdart: *dryly* <<Geeee, will you come visit me in the medbay?>>
Helix: Greetings. And safer back here, I hope :3 *sits down behind the counter. Pushing the box in under there. Better to wait with putting what's in there together till things have calmed down* Let me know if any of them might squash us?
Starscream: *Snorts, and ceases fire* You know very well I don't appreciate your love-bites, Barricade.
Barricade: You had a cockroach on your neck. I think it was your creator.
Sirius: You got it XD
Starscream: Your excuses continue to fall short. Living here's made you so uncreative.
Helix: *tosses over a small cube* More if I decide you did a good job
Patch Work: *waits for DS's reply*
Darkstalker: <> *knows it's not a particularly good reason, and it sounds even stupider saying it to someone else*
Patch Work: *stares at her* <<You shouldn't feel guilty for needing to refuel Darkstalker.>>
Barricade: Ah, you know me. Was never very clever with my words. <<I'm more the type to spread around that memory file of that time I went to give you a report and caught you amusing yourself…>>
Sirius: *PLEASE DO!*
Quickdart: *knows Chiro would have a spark attack if he knew Cade was antagonizing the Screamer One*
Sideswipe: *Walks out of the back, stretching*
Chiro: *would cry T__T*
Darkstalker: *shifts uncomfortably under the staring* <<It's what I’ve always known...everyone has to earn their keep.>>
Jolt: *not showing any signs of waking up soon*
Sideswipe: * >< if you don't wake up.........*
Barricade: *HUMS and lurks off into the back*
Helix: *since it seems to be winding down...maybe. Pulls the box back over to her. Taking out some tools and parts of what might be intended to be some kind of dispenser*
Starscream: *... Yup. Needs to kill that Barricade, does* *Takes his leave of the bar*
Sirius: Eh, they're just talking now 83 *watches the femme, gnawing on a corner of the cube* Thanks!
Helix: With those two...I don't think it will be the last time o_< You're welcome too *pokes at a piece of machinery* I'm thinking of trying to get things here a bit more organized. You think working out some kind of energon for some maintenance on the bar system, would be doable as one option for payment? *ka-flings a cube at the recent arrival (aka Sideswipe)* *innocent!*
Sirius: .... Wait, me? Maintenance? Uhhhh.... if it involves hitting it with a wrench, sure. Because that's about all I know how to do 8D
Helix: Picking bullets out of the walls? 83
Sirius: Oh, I can do that! XD
Rapid Fire: *Oozes outta the back, and up into the rafters*
Patch Work: <<But you will be useless as a medic if you tire yourself so Darkstalker. How will that help anyone?>>
Quickdart: *iz bored*
Derringer: *rolls out from under his table, a grumpy, mumbling ol' Texan.**Damnit that medic still ain't shown up.**looks out of place a FJ cruiser lingering about.*
Helix: Good, good *grins* Some mechs do have money, I know, and can pay that way. Which will go to getting drinks stuff and such. But not everyone, yet, so there should be a few different options
Sirius: .... You can make energon? o.O;;;
Darkstalker: <<u_u I know...I just felt expendable, since I don't know as much or have as much experience as you, or Ratchet, or Stress...>>
Helix: *blinkas* ah, yes. You didn't know?
Derringer: *Need something simple and easy to fix; missy? If i knew where to find you >:[ *
Nightfall: *You know, neither do I :3 But starving yourself rather than asking about the matter of energon, not even giving a hint*
Sirius: *....... drops to his knees* Marry me? 8D?
Patch Work: <<I'm still learning. *chuckles dryly thinking of last night*>>
Quickdart: *drops down to where Helix and Sirius are* Mind if I help out too?
Sideswipe: *caught it and is gulping that beeotch down*
Rapid Fire: *... Fighting with his pride*
Helix: Ohhh, but do you want me for me, or the energon I can make? *poker face, yes*
Derringer: * Drink gasoline. It's the best way to solve all problems. 8D*
Sideswipe: *Ew DX If you're a sadist*
Helix: *Other than for your fuel system? oo* *ok, is grinning. Peering over at Dart* I'm happy to get help
Quickdart: I'd like to be a... *looks up the word* Bartender? too.
Sirius: ...... Totally for your frame. I mean! You 83
Quickdart: *smooth Sirius, smooth*
Sirius: *smooth as an unpaved road, that's me 8D*
Derringer: *3X Gasoline is perfectly fine; though Skulk’s more fond of diesel. Both; the meal of CHAMPIONS.*
Sideswipe: *mosies on over to the rest at the bar, leaning against it and finishing off his cube*
Rapid Fire: *Escapes out the skylight, onto the roof*
Helix: *leeeeans over the bar, chin resting in a hand as she looks back at Sirius* slowly recovered, tsk :3
Helix: *will 'flirt' with Sirius, and talk about being a bertender with Dart for a bit. Then head out*
Darkstalker: *churrs* <<I'm sorry I'm an aft-head and made all this trouble for you and Ratchet.>>
Patch Work: *small grin* *mock stern* <<Just don't do it again.>>
Darkstalker: *kinda scared* <>
Sirius: *XD; Goes to find a booth to enjoy his cube*
Patch Work: <<When I clear you.>>
Sirius: *... and eyes the n00b FJ cruiser o.O*
Derringer: *.... ;-; I couldn't even get in the medbay if I wanted.*
Darkstalker: *churrs* <>
Patch Work: *looks her over* <<Can I have your reports?>>
Sideswipe: *.....might be........falling asleep standing up zX *
Darkstalker: *sends him the reports as requested, everything is normal, or as normal as can be considering she's (figuratively) scared shitless of having to report to Ratchet*
Sirius: *... what the Pit for, you're not hurt?*
Derringer: *.... >>;;;;;;;; why you think I'm hangin' round in alt mode fer?*(
Sirius: *..... DUDE. There's like seven medics' comms stapled by the back door O.O;;;*
Sideswipe: *zzzzzzzsomeone is injured Ratchet zzzzz*
Derringer: *@_@ It's nothing serious! It's just... Skulk is a douche.*
Patch Work: *looks at DS* <<All right. I can release you, but you are to take it easy for the next few days.>>
Darkstalker: <<Yes, sir.>> *oh Primus, now that she's released, is obligated to go see Ratchet >_<*
Patch Work: *blinks.... has never been called sir before* <<Sooner the better.>>
Derringer: * ... >>..... <<..... **rolls under a table.**Crack. Crack. Screeecrack!* OH SWEET MERCIFUL. *crawl out from under the booth, pulling out what looks to be a piece of his trunk with his foot* ;-; ah man, I liked that part of my aft. It was nice.
Darkstalker: *if you're in any sort of authority position related to me, you automatically get a 'sir'.* *slowly gets up off the berth to go see Ratchet >_<*
Patch Work: *.....I don't think I am... o.o;;;*
Sirius: O___o .... You alright?
Sideswipe: .....Is that your aft? o_O
Ratchet: *still as usual, sitting next to Jolt's berth, chair tipped waaaaay back and one foot hooked under the berth keep him steady, optics offline*
Derringer: -_o;; mmhmmm, yup, I'll be good. *looks down*... that's mah aft. ;-; *Sadd puppeh-face.*
Sideswipe: .....Ok then.
Darkstalker: *as your patient, yeah, you are.* *aw slag, dun wanna wake up Ratchet, but if I don't he might get even more slagged off at me for not reporting immediately*
Patch Work: *doesn't really know what to do with himself now*
Ratchet: *you take a lot on faith from offline optics* Report.
Darkstalker: >____> I was a stupid aft-head and I promise not to do it again.
Ratchet: *onlines an optic* If you -knew- what you were doing was stupid, why -did- you do it?
Patch Work: *decides to go into the bar.... and oh Primus what now?* *just staaaaaaaaaaaaaares at Derringer*
Derringer: ... o_o mah aft fell off. Nothing to see here. *looks down*... what do I do with it.
Sideswipe: Make it into art 8D ?
Sirius: *..... just.... staring o.O*
Patch Work: *softly* Do you want it to be put back on? *weakly*
Derringer: .... *looks at him*... o_o dunno. I kinda wanna beat someone with it, but he ain't here. Might as well put it back on then. *makes a face like he's thinking really hard about it.*
Patch Work: Yes, that might be a good idea. Umm... come back here to medbay?
Derringer: ;D Okie dokie! *grabs his piece of aft and comes back to the medbay. 8D he's never been in here before! Or at least he doesn't remember ever being in here.*
Patch Work: *goes into medbay and gets the staple gun... I mean the welder >.>*
Derringer: * NO MORE WELDING. D:> That’s where the trouble started! Well... That’s when the minor inconvenience turned into trouble.*
Severed Arm: *Crawls out of a grate, and over to Sideswipe*
Patch Work: *goes over to Derringer* Don't move all right? *begins fixing it*
Sirius: ........................ o.O;
Derringer: .....*Twitches in resisting the urge to say that's what she said, but remains fairly still.*
Sideswipe: ........*watches the......arm*
Patch Work: *works and works, numbing the area a bit* *aaaand ta-da, your aft is back* *stands up* Don't transform for a day. Take it easy, and if you must sit, please be delicate.
Derringer: *Resists the urge to giggle at the though of a numb butt.*
Patch Work: *....yes your butt is numb o.o* *knows how to do patch jobs right ^^*
Severed Arm: *Changes its 'mind', skittering over to Sirius*
Sirius: *AAAAIGH.... whut?* *eyes that... um... arm* o_O
Derringer: D: I can just run away? Darn. Well, if you say so, I won't be no stubborn ram. *goes back into the main room to stake out a place in front of the bar for the next days.*
Severed Arm: *Tries to climb on him*
Sirius: *............. wait, what* Ohey, hey, wait a minute!
Severed Arm: *Cliiiiings*
Sirius: *shooooooka*
Severed Arm: *CLIIIIIIIIIINGS*
Sirius: *ASDRASDG* .... What?!
Severed Arm: *o3o Is an arm. Can't talk. But wants to climb Mt. Sirius!*
Sirius: .... If you try and poke at something you shouldn't, I'm shooting you. Fair's fair.
Severed Arm: *Is good, is good! Just a-try to climb up to his shoulder, for the view*
Sirius: ... And I'm not sharing my cube o3o *sips, oohhhh, that's the good stuff*
Severed Arm: *Wiggles its digits*
Sirius: .... Do you eat anything, anyways? o.O
Patch Work: *wonders if he could ask Chiro... or Stress Proof... or even Ratchet to teach him procedures and techniques he hasn't learned*
Severed Arm: *83 Likes candies?* *Taps once*
Patch Work: *ponders this as he sits down in medbay*
Sirius: ... That a yes?
Severed Arm: *Taps*
Stress Proof: *isnae going to be doing much of anything in a few days -__-*
Sirius: Alright, progress! *ponders* Energon?
Severed Arm: *Taps! 83*
Sirius: ..... -_- *puuuulls the cube away*
Severed Arm: *D8 Taps twice*
Sirius: ... But you just... Ok, so not energon? o.@
Severed Arm: *Pops open a compartment, where it still has a few energon treats*
Sirius: ...... You're not eating those, you're just storing them, though -_o
Severed Arm: *Wiggles its digits, has trouble eating with no mouth! And people don't like it when it sticks its stump end into the cubes*
Sirius: *gee, I wonder why* So... ok, bad question on my part XD Do you eat like we do? Mechs, I mean?
Patch Work: *but surely you can teach without getting up yes?* *it will help with the boredom*
Severed Arm: *'noms' on his shoulder with its fingers* *Taps twice*
Sirius: .... O.O Do you -eat- mechs?
Severed Arm: *X3 No, has no mouth* *Taps twice*
Sirius: o.O Alright, that's good to know. So it's just energon... candy, I guess?
Severed Arm: *Taps* *And kneeaaaads on his shoulder*
Sirius: ... Alright then 8D *sips at his cube*
Severed Arm: *o3o And kneads on his head, yus*
Sirius: .... Ok, that's -really- weird. But not bad. Just.... weird.
Stress Proof: *aye, if'n yui're to find out at any point about it*
Severed Arm: *Kneeaaading, is an affectionate arm. 83*
Patch Work: *looks around* ...Ratchet sir?
Ratchet: Yes?
Patch Work: Would you know where Stress Proof is? *doesn't want to disturb him just in case*
Ratchet: In Chiro's area still, I believe.
Galeforce: *Comes in slowly, carrying a poor wolfcub in his arms*
Patch Work: *sends a tiny nudge to Stress. If he is awake he will feel it, if he is in stasis, it won't wake him up*
Stress Proof: *is awake, is awake, is just taking it easy as directed* <<Aye, Patch Work?>>
Sirius: O_o;;;
Severed Arm: *o3o*
Patch Work: <<Sir.... I was just wondering... that is....um....>> *c'mon Patch ask him* <>
White Noise: *looks up at the CO*
Galeforce: *Goes straight to the medbay, careful not to jar the young one*
Stress Proof: <<Ye want to be a neurophysician? That's a wee bit sudden of ye.>>
Ratchet: *onlines both optics and thunks his chair down as Gale comes in, gesturing to the nearest berth*
Galeforce: *Sets him down, absurdly gentle* I apologize for asking this of you.
Patch Work: <<No no no.... I just... I want to explore specialties a bit more... and further I want to learn more from others experiences.... I haven't decided anything yet sir.>> *blinks and wants to run at the sight of Gale*
Ratchet: You haven't asked anything yet, sir. Reports, please? *starts scanning Vorpal carefully*
Galeforce: I found him in the woods near the Bar. It appears that he found cover from the heat, but little else.
Ratchet: *sighs a bit at his scans* Energy deprivation seems to be all the fashion nowadays -_- *sets about putting some fluid lines into the Seekerlet*
Rapid Fire: *8D Primus is hungry*
Ratchet: *hates you all. Even if just in asterisks -_-*
Galeforce: *Stays close at hand, but out of the way*
Rapid Fire: *Flies off to go get shot stealing fuel*
Ratchet: *first things first, while the fuel gets pumped in, sets about cleaning the youngster* *and YOU, STOP THAT! >_<*
Rapid Fire: *Could always starve to death?*
Galeforce: *Aids in this, hands gentle and sure*
Ratchet: *NO. Get yourself fuel like a proper, thinking, rational MECH, not a skulking rogue* *leaves Gale to that, then, focusing on surface repairs first* I'll admit, grit and dirt is not something one usually washes off a Seeker.
Galeforce: Aye. *Softly* He is like one new-Sparked, aye?
Rapid Fire: *Oh, but skulking rogue is in these days*
Ratchet: *will find a reason to WING SOMETHING AT YOUR HEAD* *takes a moment to look up the Seekerlet's file* After a fashion. Physically, his growth is done. But the virus did a lot of damage to his protocols... and I do mean a lot of damage. He's... a little like a slow sparkling. His saving grace is that the learning protocol is not just undamaged, but still active. Odd, but a blessing.
Galeforce: *Considers this, and nods* A blessing, aye.
Ratchet: There is... potential there. But whether it can be reached or not is for Primus to know and us to work at. *rumbles* You might want to wait outside, sir.
Severed Arm: *Drops offa Sirius, to skitter away, and resume its evils*
Sirius: ..... Good luck... Whatever you are XD
Severed Arm: *83 Izza arm*
Sirius: *..... that's so weird o.o*
Severed Arm: *83 Is weird. But good*
Patch Work: *sits there quietly in the corner*
Stress Proof: <<Well, I cannae take another student on at the moment, Patch Work, but I can give ye some of me auld datapads and work notes to read?>>
Patch Work: *blinks* <<You have a student sir? *blanches a bit* Sorry it isn't my business... I... ah well... never mind if you are busy....>>
Galeforce: ...he has done a Treble, has he not? *Wry, weary smile*
Stress Proof: <>
Ratchet: A Tr- *checks the files.... -____-* Yes, I'm afraid so. His entire system is backed up.
Patch Work: <>
Galeforce: Ah, poor lad. *Strokes his armor* Please, call me when you are through. I would like to sit with him.
Ratchet: Of course, sir.
Ironhide: *Lurks in quietly....having spent the day...doing ......important leadership like...stuff @x ... *
Stress Proof: <<Well, whenever ye get a chance, I'll have one or two for ye to read.>>
Patch Work: <<Thank you sir.>> *is... lonely.... but not for just company* *gets up to head outside for a while*
Galeforce: *Leaves Ratchet to work*
Ironhide: *Just finds himself his usual perching spot....and perches*
Ratchet: *sigh... sets about digging leaves, twigs and muck out of the Seekerlet's entire fuel system*
Patch Work: *stops for a moment and watches Ratchet.... would offer to help... but has a feeling Galeforce will kill him if he goes anywhere near Vorpal* *Ratchet* ....sir? Do you need any help?
Ratchet: Get me a line replacement from the third drawer. Best to replace this bundle altogether.
Severed Arm: *o3o Maybe tries climbing a Topkick*
Patch Work: Yessir *goes and retrieves one and brings it over to Ratchet*
Ironhide: *........Blinks slowly upon realizing he's a severed arm jungle gym and twists as best he can to see whut the fuk is climbing up him* ....... *..Oh. The arm* .....
Severed Arm: *Cliiiimbing.... o3o And pinches his bum*
Darkstalker: *is just sitting on a couch, doodling on a datapad*
Ironhide: *....-_-* *SWATS at that hand ggfjsf*
Severed Arm: *8DDD Skitters awaaaaay!*
Ratchet: *good. Easier to get an extra pair of feet going for solvents and the such rather than leave the kid unattended*
Ironhide: *Glares at it...and grumps. -_-; Has had a long day DX plz to humor what’s left of the Topkick’s dignity*
Patch Work: *helps where help is needed* *after all this is partly his fault, least he can do is mend it*
Severed Arm: *o3o The other critters dared me*
Ironhide: *gdkjfgdfgsgafdl. DX Even the bar critters are against him now. *
Sirius: *is laughing at you, BigGuns McTrampStamp. Safely inside his processor, though 83*
Ironhide: *asterisk middle finger for you >__o *
Sirius: *XD*
Jolt: *No signs a-life*
Ironhide: *Just gonna sit here quietly z__x... it's been a busy day*
Ratchet: *... whuffs low, hates, -hates- when the young ones show up on a berth. But keeps working*
Patch Work: *assists if needed, if not, stands back*
Jolt: *shifts on the berth*
Sideswipe: *......asleep standing up at the bar counter z_Z *
Barricade: *lurks out of the ba--- ..........stares at Sideswipe*
Sideswipe: *zzZzz*
Barricade: *lurks over to him, dead quiet*
Ironhide: *Arches a brow......watching Barricade and Sideswipe.* *...half hoping to see Sides jump like a startled cat...*
Sideswipe: *Everyone? Can you hear how bad of an idea this is? 8D ? *
Sirius: *waaaaaaaaatching 83*
Barricade: *It's a fucking bad idea. BUT I AM GOING TO DO IT ANYWAY. 8D* *aaaaand replays the sound of a building being demolished at TOP. FUCKING. VOLUME, at the same instant he KICKS his feet out from under him* *WHAABOOOOOOOOMkick*
Sirius: *............ XD Epic*
Sideswipe: *WAKES UP SWINGING even as he goes down like a brick, hopefully ELBOWING that fucker in the face*
Derringer: *o_- wut?*
Ironhide: *kgfjgkdfjkgdf* >< *winces at the loud sound and glares doomity daggers at Barricade. ....... Since he's helping to run the Autobot show now.... does that mean he can slug Barricade for being a prick and not get in trouble?* >_>
Barricade: *leans back. Ya missed. x3*
Sideswipe: *PUNCHES his ankle*
Barricade: *YOWL*
Galeforce: *...sigh*
Ironhide: *Retards. All of ‘em. Both sides*
Sideswipe: * &^%^&*(%^&*&& hurling obscenities as he LEAPS up to attack his ass*
Galeforce: *Aye*
Barricade: *LEAPS away, chittering irritatingly at him* >8)
Sideswipe: *FLINGS a barstool at him -__- *
Barricade: *duuuucks and taunts*
Sideswipe: *so calm* Ironhide, I'm going to kill him. Wave bye bye to that fucking Treaty! *LUNGES for*
Barricade: *squealCHITTERS and leaps away again, trying to come around as he passes and smack the back of his head*
Galeforce: *Glances to Ironhide, gauging his take of the situation*
Quickdart: *....wait was that ‘Bot serious?*
Ironhide: *Sighs and gets up to go limping towards them* Okay, Knock it the hell off you two. *will start beating in heads if he has too*
Sideswipe: *ducks and-........mmmmnnnn, does back off since Hide will make him into Sides paste...*
Quickdart: o_z
Ratchet: *call me. CALL ME, DAMN YOU. I WILL TAKE THOSE TIRES OFF AND REPLACE THEM WITH CINDER BLOCKS*
Sideswipe: *DON'T CALL HIM*
Barricade: *and lopes off to a side booth, cackling*
Sideswipe: *is so going to get him back later*
Galeforce: *Shakes his head. But for his Elite, that was playing*
Ratchet: *looks up from where he's finishing up with Vorpal's systems*
Ironhide: *Ayup* -__- *And can get away with it now. Too... * *Points a finger at Barricade* You. Shut up. *points at Sideswipe* You. Don't be stupid. *As far as Cade goes that was fairly harmless and the Topkick could see that... Sideswipe going homicidal was more concerning*
Barricade: *preens his talons, smug ass*
Sideswipe: *Never startle a killer awake? 8D ? * .......Does that mean I don't get my hug? o3o
Galeforce: *Moves up to the rafters, near Quickdart*
Quickdart: *izza groggy Dart*
Jolt: *keeeeeeeens faintly*
Patch Work: *blinks and looks at Jolt's berth*
Ironhide: --; *looks at Sideswipe... Yeah no*
Ratchet: *closes up Vorpal, leaving him sedated and with a few pieces soaking, and moves to Jolt's berth, taking one of his hands* Jolt?
Sideswipe: *snrts*
Ironhide: *grumbles and limps back to a seat =__= *
Jolt: *doesn't respond verbally, hand limp*
Quickdart: *o_z at Gale.... chirrumbles?*
Ratchet: *hffs, running scans on the kidlet for the nth time, of every system and servo*
Jolt: *shudders*
Galeforce: *Soft sound, resting*
Quickdart: >.> <.< *sidles up to Galeforce and floofs*
Ratchet: It's fine, youngling, it's fine. *keeps his tone gentle, scanning deep for any damage or anything untoward, given how well he knows his systems*
Sideswipe: *RATCHET, TELL ME HE'S AWAKE...................ish*
Jolt: *systems suddenly surge with energy, and his neural net starts browning*
Ratchet: Slaggitall, I knew I should've taken those things offline. *starts digging into the youngling, isolating systems, and plugs his generators into the berth, reversing the normal flow so they draw energy -out- of him, instead of pumping it in* *A-medic* <<Code Red in medbay.>>
Patch Work: *quickly is at Ratchet's side* Status?
Barricade: *grooooms his talons*
Ratchet: Energy cascade. Isolate, drain and -don't- get your digits singed.
Patch Work: *nods and begins working*
Jolt: *body is still snapping like a livewire*
Ratchet: *is used to running face-first into power lines, and keeps on isolating systems, upping the amount that the berth is draining further*
Jolt: *8D IS CRACK FOR RATCHET*
Sideswipe: *.......Ratchet........don’t' use the kid like a joint*
Patch Work: *isolates systems quickly*
Sideswipe: *goes to pace outside or something -_- *
Barricade: *gets up and slips outside, purring to himself, leaping onto the roof*
Ratchet: *.......... you are so lucky I don't get to KILL YOU over that crack, mister*
Sideswipe: *throws a rock at his ass 8D *
Barricade: *grunts*
Starscream: *Arrows down from the safety of the sky, and uses that distraction to try and grab that Saleen off the roof*
Barricade: *NOT FUN D8*
Ironhide: *...Looks up at the roof with the noise... before getting up to limp outside to see wtf you heathens are doing*
Starscream: *>3 Oh, I dunno about that. Let's got for a ride. We have some business to discuss*
Stress Proof: *quietly joins Patch and Ratchet in the work, digits working in a blur*
Sideswipe: ....................
Ironhide: *....Thaat can't be good.....*
Barricade: *FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUIXHGJHDHUUHKSLHFDJKFHKJD FCK*
Starscream: *And away with his exScience Officer he goes! And to keep the prick from being too clawy, heads straight up. Bite and die! 8D*
Barricade: *.........is biting. IS BITING. IS TERRIFIED OF HEIGHTS, YOU FUCKER*
Starscream: *And making me drop you is going to help that, how?*
Barricade: *I DON'T CARE IT'S NOT A RATIONAL PHOBIA @@* *besides. Is being carried by you. 8D Hitting the ground at terminal velocity is preferable.*
Starscream: *-_- Bah. Just gonna shake you until you're too dizzy to tell which way is which. You're not getting out of this so easily*
Barricade: *oh fuck oh fuck oh BJKSFSKLAUIS FUCK @@*
Sideswipe: *to Hide* Ten credits says he drops him.
Barricade: *Wants to be dropped. WANTS TO BE DROPPED.*
Starscream: *Too bad. Takes off as fast as he can while carrying an asshat-load*
Barricade: *would comm. someone. Really would. BUT Screamer's EMP field makes that shitty. x__X*
Patch Work: *you should be resting Stress.... but is concentrating on keeping Jolt from frying himself*
Starscream: *No one wants to hear your screeching, anyhow. I'm doing them a favor*
Barricade: *...At least I don't have a voice that sounds like I'm being perpetually kicked in the balls.*
Ironhide: *eyes Sideswipe* ...Wouldn’t be surprised.... *Siighs and sends out a comm. to Galeforce or whoever else might need to be aware that Barricade may have just been abducted under iffy circumstances by Starscream. Just thought y'should know*
Barricade: *SEND THE FUCKING NATIONAL GUARD HE IS GOING TO KILL ME*
Sideswipe: Ahh Karma. 8D It's fun.
Galeforce: *...notifies the patrols to keep an eye out. With Starscream's abilites, there is very little chance of catching them*
Swifthunt: *-__- Acknowledged, sir*
Quickdart: *wakes and looks at Galeforce*
Galeforce: *Wryly* You sleep through excitement, lad.
Quickdart: *looks sheepish* Sorry sir
Saprophyte: *Wait.............Starscream? o.o *
Starscream: *-_- Leave me alone. I'm just 'talking' to him. He'll return alive*
Ironhide: *><* *...Debates about going to tell Chiro .....or just running and hiding and telling someone else to do it*
Swifthunt: *... if you're going searching, femme, you're not to go alone*
Galeforce: It is not criticism.
Saprophyte: *........How stupid do I look? It's the Air Commander.................... oo;;;;; *
Quickdart: *grins at him*
Ratchet: *grabs a big cable and Frankensteins some sort of... plug into it, handing it to Patch, along with a steel bar and an insulation glove* Go outside, put this in the ground, and clamp the cable to it. WITH the glove, Patch Work. And -fast-.
Patch Work: Yessir *grabs and runs outside, with the glove pulled on* *stabs it into the ground and clamps the cable to it* <<Done sir.>>
Ratchet: *gets another glove, and clamps the other end of the cable to the Primusdamned whip generators*
Jolt: *energy surges and grounds, and the generators stop*
Ratchet: .... Glad I didn't plug it into the Bar's systems -3- <<You can come back in. Thank you, Patch Work.>>
Patch Work: *comes back into the medbay* Did it work sir?
Ratchet: *whuffs, shakes his hands, and goes back to work* The generators stopped, yes. And this time I'm taking them offline while he recovers -_-
Patch Work: *nods*
Swifthunt: *and a shrill, paranoid toerag, too. To each mech his own. I'm not warning you, femme, I'm merely reminding you of SOP*
Starscream: *Has every right to be paranoid. >> Try and tell me people don't want me dead*
Swifthunt: *...... well, at least one does NOW -___-*
Starscream: *Will bring him back alive! Barricade just needs to be reminded of a lesson*
Ironhide: *We do generally frown upon tormenting abductions even of those of your own faction. Tends to get people riled*
Starscream: *Is it against the Treaty?*
Swifthunt: *.... not to mention this is the kind of lesson that tends to go counter-productively with the Elite... And you have no acknowledged rank from our local commanding officer....*
Saprophyte: *..........wants to see him >.>; *
Swifthunt: *..... sigh. If you truly, honestly do, then go to the Bar -_- He's there often enough*
Saprophyte: * >.> *
Jolt: *optics turn on*
Ratchet: There's a good boy. Welcome back.
Patch Work: *watches, standing back a bit*
Jolt: *vents turn on, shudders nervously*
Ratchet: *rumbles, taking the youngling's hand* Steady, Jolt. Everything's fine.
Jolt: *keens, but stays still*
Ratchet: <<Think you can give me your status reports?>>
Jolt: *shivers* <<*status reports*>>
Ironhide: *Rumbles and eventually limps back inside...*
Ratchet: <<There now, you'll be fine in no time at all.>> *working, gently, upping the painkillers by a bit*
Sideswipe: *outside, leaning against the wall*
Jolt: *terrimified* @@
Ratchet: <<Do you want me to call Sideswipe in?>>
Jolt: Yes! Yes... p-please...
Ratchet: Alright, alright. But I want you to try and relax, alright? You're safe now. *Sideswipe* <<Someone here would like to see you. And he could use some reassurance and some calm.>>
Sideswipe: <<He's awake?>>
Ratchet: <<Yes.>>
Sideswipe: <<What happened to him?>> *heads for the medbay*
Ratchet: <<... He woke up and his generators gave him a bit of trouble, but he'll be fine. And you'll make sure to tell him that, won't you -_->>
Patch Work: *sighs softly and moves outta the way, feeling a bit like he is in the way among the reunion* *is relieved Jolt is okay*
Sideswipe: <<*mnnn*>> *ducks into the medbay and straight for Jolt's berth*
Jolt: *wants to COME OFF OF THE BERTH to cling to the Stingray @@*
Sideswipe: *rumbles softly* Jolt, finally awake.
Jolt: H-h-hi Sideswipe...
Sideswipe: *gets as close as he can to him without getting on the berth* You're ok, kid. Know why? Because I'm here. 8) Everything's better when me and you are together. Remember?
Jolt: Uh h-huh...*shudders and starts to relax*
Ratchet: *releases everything but the 'don't-fall' restraints, and gives them both space. And those are to -stay-, just FYI*
Sideswipe: Want to sit up?
Ironhide: *Just perched out in the main bar... somewhat worn out by a busy day z__o *
Jolt: Um..... I don’t...
Sideswipe: ...don't?
Jolt: ...think I should. @@
Sideswipe: *chuckles* Ok, let's stay down then....*moves over to lay on the berth that Ratchet brought over for him*
Ratchet: *mumblemutter* Common sense in one of them, Primus save me.
Jolt: *...smiles a bit*
Sideswipe: *rude gesture behind the Kid's back to the Hatchet 8D *
Patch Work: *goes to get those datapads from Stress*
Ratchet: *washing his hands and rubbing coolant on them x_o* *and ignooooooooores the Stingray*
Stress Proof: *cleaning up and washing tools, and smiles at Patch* *Patch* <<Well, wee bit of excitement, aye?>>
Sideswipe: *kneads on Jolt's shoulder*
Jolt: *siiiiighs and relaxes*
Patch Work: *smiles a bit back* <<Yessir. Just a bit. But all in a day's work as they say.>>
Sideswipe: *That a boy 8) *
Ironhide: *Might be dozing off where he sits z_____z Spending the day settling into the new jorb...talking to people. Etc. and so forth... tiring shit*
Barricade: *Dart* <<.......I need to... call in that favor.>>
Stress Proof: Give an auld Rover a hand? *gestures to the stuff to be cleaned*
Quickdart: *wakes and blinks* <<....Cade are you alright?>>
Barricade: *dart* <<....*coordinates* Just come get me.>>
Quickdart: <<I'm coming.>> *immediately leaves flying off quickly*
Patch Work: Of course sir *gets to work cleaning*
Starscream: *Somewhere, is horking up an arm*
Barricade: *...I need that back @@*
Starscream: *Like fun I'm giving it back*
Quickdart: *Primus don't tell me you have to regrow an arm again*
Quickdart: *Stress* <>
Stress Proof: *looks up* *Dart* <<Whatever's the matter?>>
Quickdart: <<Well.... I'm bringing Barricade in. I assume he and Starscream had some words.>>
Quickdart: *is assuming ‘cause that last time Cade was in the bar, he was snatched by Sir Scream-A-Lot*
Barricade: *had words. But not so many words as bullets...*
Stress Proof: <<.... What kind of words?>> Patch Work, get one of the surgical berths ready.
Patch Work: *blinks at Stress and nods* Yessir *gets to setting everything up*
Quickdart: <<Cade is missing an arm, hocks are snapped, thighs are shot.... one shoulder does not look so good at all.>> *winces mentally at the messed up state of the grounder he is carrying* <<Should I come around back?>>
Stress Proof: <<................................................................. Aye. And thankee for yuir kindness, Quickdart.>>
Quickdart: <<It's my pleasure, Stress. I'll be there in a few minutes.>>
Barricade: *I waaant my arm back... and that's all he's really talking about. x__X flying? Doesn't know he's flying. WANT THE ARM.*
Quickdart: *wonders if there is any way he can barter for that arm... then dismisses the thought* *you're just gonna have to regrow one*
Starscream: *Going to hang it in the Nemesis*
Stress Proof: *is going to be having a word with Galeforce. Spats and bullying is one thing, even among 'Cons. This isNAE acceptable*
Quickdart: *I'll join you in that Stress*
Ironhide: *May not like Barricade. But will agree on that sentiment as well*
Sideswipe: *......Actually, he had it coming 8) *
Barricade: *oh for god's sake, make it worse for me. x__x why don't you all make it worse for me*
Starscream: *Wouldn't have had to come to it if he'd just be reasonable*
Sideswipe: *Not me 8D I'll so buy Screamer a cube next time he's in >.> *
Ironhide: *Don’t encourage the Screech*
Quickdart: *aaand lands heavily, carrying Barricade, and goes into the medbay via the back entrance* Stress Proof?
Patch Work: *and the surgical berth is ready sir*
Stress Proof: This way, Quickdart. Thankee, Patch Work.
Patch Work: Just tell me if you need any assistance sir.
Quickdart: *carries Cade in and carefully puts him on the berth* *urgh needs to think about refueling soon*
Stress Proof: I dinnae ken yet, Patch Work. *fires a full numbing charge into the pandacar and sets to work*
Quickdart: *stands back and lets Stress work, flopping on a empty berth to sit and wait*
Patch Work: *nods and stays back, helping to finish cleaning the tools they were working on*
Barricade: *I hate you Starscream. I HATE YOU. I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE TO REGROW ANOTHER ARM.*
Starscream: *Has nooooo incentive to give it back*
Ratchet: *just watching the Rover >_o And...... hfff, goes into the Massa looking for a Chinchin*
Barricade's Arm: *Fuck you, Starscream. These claws? They're coming out with your ESOPHAGUS*
Starscream: *Blaaaaaugh ><*
Barricade's Arm: *OH YES*
Chiro: *reading in his room.*
Ratchet: *knocks lightly* Chirapsio?
Ironhide: *Yep z__z is most likely asleep sitting perched at the bar counter...but looks like he could just be surfing the internet. It’s always hard to tell wit the Topkick*
Chiro: *looks up* Come in.
Ratchet: *sighs low, watching him levelly* Quickdart just brought in Barricade.
Chiro: .....*carefully, though subtly went rigid* What did he do.
Ratchet: You will have to ask Quickdart, Barricade, or Stress.
Stress Proof: *working on the pandacar, digits a blur*
Chiro: ...Thank you.
Ratchet: *nods, stepping back*
Chiro: *...leaves out the back. And comes back in through the front door, wringing his hands*
Ironhide: *z__z, should wake his ass up and go find a berth or summat. But. Dun wanna*
Stress Proof: *Cade* <<Patches?>>
Barricade's Arm: *KINDA SUCKS THAT I WRITHE LIKE A LIZARDS TAIL, DON'T IT?*
Starscream: *BLAAAAAAAUGH*
Ironhide: *And you loose limbs like a lizard too 8D *
Barricade: *I do. x_X* <<hnn...>>
Stress Proof: <<Yui're in me medbay. Yui'll be fine.>>
Starscream: *Now I'm really not going to give it back*
Chiro: *......jumps onto the bar counter and hugs Hide around the neck*
Ironhide: *....and cue one sleepily confused Topkick giving a faint whuff and a jolt* *blinks, optics flickering* .......... ‘Lo... Chiro. *eyes him* You alright?
Barricade: <<Better than... where I was at. I hate flying.>>
Stress Proof: <<'Tis alright. Yui'll be fine. I want tae ken if'n yuir arm can be... recovered.>>
Barricade: <<...I don't know... ask Starscream. He ate it.>>
Stress Proof: <<.......................... Aye an' that's fine, then.>>
Starscream: *You shoved it in my mouth!*
Barricade: *You were chewing on my head. x_X*
Chiro: *sits on the bar counter in front of him* ....I don't know yet.
Ironhide: *Blinks a few times....and shakes himself more alert. Rare it is to actually catch the Topkick sleepy >_> he usually fakes alertness better* *frowns* Barricade? *doesn’t know Cade is back yet...*
Chiro: Yes.
Ironhide: *Whuffs and frowns ...and doesn’t like seeing the Chin upset*
Chiro: *picks a rock out of the paw pad on his foot*
Ironhide: *Siiighs, armor ruffling faintly* Anything I can do?
Chiro: I suppose....*sigh* doing something about Starscream is out of the question...
Ironhide: *grumps at that name >< * Pain in the ass.. *mutters* Dealing with Starscream in this instance is more in Galeforce's court... I am not certain if there is anything I can do without causing Treaty issues *whuff*
Barricade: *....doped out on drug-programs* *Screamer* <<...I want my arm back.>>
Starscream: *Cade* <<And what will you give me for it?>>
Barricade: *Screamer* <<What do you want?>>
Starscream: <<How much is your arm worth to you? It would look good in the control room...>>
Barricade: <<Depends. I can regrow it. I have nothing... to offer. It comes down to... what you want.>>
Starscream: <>
Barricade: <<Leave you alone, I can do.>>
Starscream: <<Then you can have your arm back.>>
Barricade: <<Energon, I will not.>>
Starscream: <<You will get it back at my leisure, then>>
Barricade: <<No point, then. I can regrow it in the time you will... liesurely return it.>>
Starscream: <<*Scoffs* Such a lack of faith. You will leave me alone, and call off your righteous avengers, and I bring it back now.>>
Barricade: <<You put too much faith in my avengers....maybe you should have... thought of that beforehand...?>>
Ironhide: *Still just watching Chiro with a quiet concern* *@x wants a berth... but isn’t gonna slink off when Chiro's frazzled*
Chiro: *is a medic* .... *and eyes Ironhide*
Starscream: <<Do we have a deal, or do I get my wall ornament?>>
Barricade: *well, this lie is as easy as they come.* <<Deal.>>
Starscream: *Double-cross me, and I'll take your other arm*
Barricade: *And it'll take your brain when you try and hork it up*
Ironhide: *Catches that look and pokes Chiro for it with a huff* ...What?
Chiro: Go to bed. *mildly amused**
Starscream: *-_- Will just be ripping it off, next time*
Barricade: *JUST GIVE IT BACK* *Stress* <<...I think I have my arm back.>>
Stress Proof: <<Och, aye? An' how so?>>
Barricade: <<Barter.>>
Stress Proof: <<.... I'll nae have that mech in me medbay -__->>
Ironhide: *Grumps at the Chinchin* I'll get there. Eventually. *topic change 8D* I am guessing Barricade is back? *given Chiro isn’t completely spaz-frazzled....would guess Cade isn’t missing still*
Barricade: <<Oh, no, I just invited him on in while I'm on the table...........>>
Chiro: *sticks toes in his face*
Stress Proof: <<An' I -will- be reporting this to Galeforce.>>
Ironhide: *..@@* *...Snorts. * *Leans back and pokes at those feets*
Barricade: <<Go ahead... lot of good it'll do.>> *sighs* <<Do not report it.>>
Chiro: *TOOOOOOEEES. Because if he doesn't act silly, he might cry*
Ironhide: *...Keep shoving those toes in the Topkick’s face and he might resort to nipping at them in a fit of uncharacteristic tired @@ *
Stress Proof: <<Patches, there's much I can forgive, there's much I can look away from, there's much I accept I dinnae understand of the way ye do things. But I. will. report. this.>>
Chiro: Yes. He's back. *resumes picking rocks out of his feet*
Barricade: <<Do. Not. Report it. ... Please.>>
Starscream: *Lands outside, and stalks in the front door, arm in hand*
Chiro: *Tense. As. A. GUITAR STRING.*
Ironhide: *nods calmly* Good. Good *watches Chiro ...only to look over his shoulder and seem quite a bit more alert suddenly* .....
Stress Proof: <<I'm sorry, Patches. In this, I cannae oblige ye.>>
Barricade: <<You will make it worse on me?>>
Starscream: *Cade* <<I'm here. Send someone for your appendage.>>
Barricade: <<...Ohey, Sir SquealsAlot has my arm. It's in the bar.>>
Quickdart: *sighs as he sits there watching Stress*
Stress Proof: <<How much worse c'n it get when 'e kens 'e'll get away wi' it at will?!>> *calmly* Patch Work. Please retrieve Barricade's arm from th' main room?
Chiro: *......Completely uncharacteristic. Is Glaring. Hatefully. HATEfully. At Starscream*
Patch Work: Yessir. *goes into the main room ............. o.o;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;* *.....why didn't anyone warn meeeee?* *goes up to Screamer* I am here to collect Barricade's arm?
Ironhide: *.....Not at all trusting the Squealer and waaaatches carefully*
Barricade's Arm: *twitch*
Starscream: *Oh no, tiny Autobot glaring at me. Whatever will I do?* *Though that is so very interesting... Chiro is important* *Tosses it at Patch*
Ironhide: *And enough people like him quite a bit that you'd be so totally boned if you touched him*
Barricade: <<The same as it will if you report it. We have come to an agreement, Stress... leave it be.>>
Patch Work: *catches it......and returns to medbay... niiiiice arm, don't suddenly wake up and tear my vox out*
Stress Proof: <<............. I am sorry, Patches. Truly I am. I cannae.>>
Starscream: *Oh, won't touch him unless forced to* *And leaves once more*
Barricade's Arm: *TWITCH*
Barricade: <<Stress, don't!>>
Ironhide: *whuffs and glares as Screamer leaves...*
Stress Proof: *simply works*
Barricade: *Blargh. Will explain the same thing to Galeforce then*
Patch Work: *brings it to Stress* Here sir...
Barricade's Arm: *....SPASM GRABS ONTO PATCH 8D*
Stress Proof: ... Dinnae pull at it, Patch Work.
Ratchet: -______________________-
Barricade: .....*thinks that is fucking AWESOME.*
Patch Work: *freezes* *calmly* Yessir
Starscream: *Blaaaaaaugh...*
Patch Work: *.....is the arm smiling at me? o.O*
Ironhide: *Studies Chiro quietly....then* Are you going to be alright? *concerned about the blatant hate*
Barricade's Arm: *>8D*
Severed Arm: *8D I can has it?* *I'll love it every day!*
Barricade's Arm: *....play patty cake with the Severed arm?*
Patch Work: *.....It is smiling at me O.O*
Stress Proof: *charges his numbing gun and tries to give the arm a shot -___-*
Barricade's Arm: *DON'T CRY FOR ME, ARGENTINAAAA, THE TRUTH IS I NEEEEEEEEEEEVER LEFT YOU!* *goes numb, and limp, dropping off of Patch Work*
Severed Arm: *Crai*
Patch Work: *picks up the arm and offers it to Stress*
Stress Proof: *takes it carefully, voice quiet and tired* Thankee, Patch Work.
Patch Work: You're welcome sir *notices the tiredness in his voice and looks at Stress worriedly*
Chiro: *blagh.* Yes. *gets up and slinks back into the Massa*
Ironhide: *Frowns worriedly and limps after, even if only to see Chiro to the Massa before finding a quiet place to pass out z__z *
Chiro: *does indeed make it to the Massa*
Ratchet: *huffs lowly and goes back to check on the parts of Vorpal's fuel system he had soaking, to see if they can be replaced back in, setting to work*
Barricade: *Sends Gale a report of what happened, BEFORE Stress can get at him. We had a disagreement. I lost the fight. Do. Not. Worry about it.*
Galeforce: *...received and acknowledged. This will not be typical, aye?*
Barricade: *Trying to avoid that if at all possible.* *as I really enjoy my limbs where they are. Hard to masturbate without arms.*
Galeforce: *...*
Barricade: *I'm on drugs. 8D But let's face it, I would have said it without the drugs!*
Ratchet: *is trying to convince his neurophysician over comm. that he'd really, really, REALLY like a pre-emptive report. As Barricade technically came back in TWO PIECES*
Galeforce: *This is why you and I have such infrequent conversations*
Barricade: *Why? I'm an uncouth, assholish, lewd and lascivious individual?*
Galeforce: *We can start with that, yes.*
Quickdart: *is gonna stay for a while to make sure Cade will be okay and then will go back to sleep in the rafters*
Patch Work: *will stick around in case he is needed*
Starscream: *And it's a mystery why I had to beat him?*
Barricade: *well I can't fathom why you wouldn't want to talk to me 8D*
Galeforce: *...terminates the connection*
Barricade: ...That douchebag hung up on me.
Stress Proof: .... What?
Barricade: Galeforce is a grade-A douchebag. Still wet.
Stress Proof: *working on re-attaching that arm, tone mild* I take it ye thought 'twould be a great idea tae try an' pre-empt me report while yui're partially in shock, numb, full of painkillers and undergoing major repairs?
Barricade: I did. Worked great too.
Stress Proof: Aye an' I'm sure it did. *calmly working repairs still*
Barricade: *No but seriously Galeforce that's what happened, X__x*
Galeforce: *I believe you, by Primus! Now would you take your sedation like a good mech and go to sleep?*
Barricade: *....bwuh? x__X?*
Galeforce: *Well. I finally broke through the Elite's thick skull.*
Ratchet: *for the love of Primus, how about a little bit of good news?* *Galeforce* <<Vorpal Song should be awake and ready to be discharge in twenty-four hours, sir.>>

September 7, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-22T08:01:48Z

Firecracker: *am building a fort just outside the garden. Dragging in rocks and such from all around :3*
Nepenthes: *................... FEED ME, DAMMIT! TwwwwwwwwwwwT*
Firecracker: *I could throw fish at you again, evil plant 83*
Nepenthes: *will take anything, will. And is not evil, is just hungry TwwT*
Firecracker: *you try to eat anyone OwwwO* *prowls into the garden, in search of stuff*
Nepenthes: *............ well, yeah. I'mma bunch of stomachs on a vine, what'd you expect? 8B* *smells like... smells like... Unsuspecting Seeker To Be Pestered!*
Firecracker: *blame my imagination :3* *and what be that oo!* *knooows your ways, but sneaks closer anyways*
Nepenthes: *noooooooooo, is harmless, is nothing, is a Sleepy Seeker that Must Be Ninja'd Upon!*
Firecracker: *jumps up onto the roof of the shed. Moving to peeeeer into the shed mostly upside-down* *have a stick too, if he needs it*
Nepenthes: *smells like... smells like... Dragonlady Hoarding Candy!*
Firecracker: *that isn't fair!* OwwwwO *nudges the ground down there with the stick, that may have a fish stuck to the end of it* *and makes a mental note of finding the Dragon's hidden hoard of candy later >83*
Nepenthes: *OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM*
Firecracker: *will hang out by the shed for a bit, then go candy hunting*
Wildfire: *makes a mental note to get Boola to make her some more candy -___- *
Stress Proof: *wakes up.... Och, sleeping in a couch, NOT GOOD for one's back X___@*
Addison: *Walks through the door, stops dead and feels around the air* ......Oh no. Nooononononono not this place. *can TELL by the feel of the place and the smell DX *
Galeforce: *Comes in quietly, pausing at the woman in the doorway*
Stress Proof: *trying to stand up, and finally manages it... with a row of firecracker snaps and a very, VERY unhappy spine >_x*
Ironhide: *Wanders out of the back, pausing to arch a brow at Stress.... And they yell at him about abusing his hip ...* *smirks amusedly and just has to smart off* That sounds healthy.... *limps towards a perchin’ spot*
Addison: *makes a high-pitched whine at the noise and moves baaack where she hopes the door is ><; and probably Gale's foot*
Darkstalker: *nibbles a few of her pilfered energon candies before heading from her room into medbay to see what work is to be done, whether just cleaning or whatever*
Stress Proof: Aye an' 'tisnae... I dinnae know why I fell asleep like that. *nods politely in the general direction of any and all beings about, and heads into the back to beg the Chinchin for mercy*
Galeforce: *Quietly* Steady, madam. I do not wish for you to hurt yourself by misadventure.
Ironhide: *Looks up with that whine...and focuses in on Addison.... Oh, her again...*
Addison: *stops and huffs, crossing her arms and glaring at the ground* You know...never do I have this problem. Now why is it only when I walk into this building do I have problems and second guess myself?
Galeforce: *Carefully drops down to her level, joints creaking softly* Because this is an odd place, miss. For the likes of all of us.
Addison: *head tilllt in that manner of hers, listening* You're very large...
Galeforce: Not overlarge for my kind. But larger than what you are accustomed to.
Addison: Anything larger than me is unaccustomed. *grins*
Galeforce: *Small smile, and chuckles* Then there may be a few of your own kind that you may find disconcerting. I believe there is one human who could lose you in one of his shirts.
Addison: ...Is this the land of the giants?
Darkstalker: *is scrubbing medbay almost compulsively and making sure everything is organized*
Galeforce: Indeed no. There is another woman here nearly your size.
Addison: Well, drat it. Where are they when I need them? I was getting molested last night with no help.
Galeforce: Because she and that one have what appears to be an unspoken agreement--refusing to acknowledge that the other exists.
Addison: That's........really weird.
Galeforce: Why? *Offers a hand, letting it just brush her, so she knows it's there, talons politely tucked away*
Addison: *automatically starts feeling the hand, getting a mental pic* ...Goodness, you are big. And pointy like the others.
Galeforce: *With talons retracted, actually has very smooth, fine hands* Many Decepticons are... pointy.
Addison: *it's the edges of metal that gets her* As opposed to? You know what? Never mind. I'll find out sometime.
Patch Work: *noticed the signal reading of one of the mechs and though he is inwardly terrified, must rectify his mistake ><* *leaves the medbay and slowly goes out into the bar*
Galeforce: Autobots, like Blue Morpho from last evening, are sleek and smooth. I am certain you will learn quickly. *Has a kind, warm tone*
Ironhide: *Just watching the blind girl quietly while getting himself perched at the bar*
Addison: Is he actually blue?
Galeforce: Oh, aye, a very bright, eye-catching blue.
Patch Work: *pauses where he is and waits quietly*
Addison: Mmm I miss colors.
Galeforce: I am sorry.
Addison: *easy shrug* Don't be. I can still remember blue.
Galeforce: Then I am glad for your memories, and for the amazing adaptability your kind has.
Addison: Doesn't everything adapt? *holds up a finger* Except Dodo birds.
Ironhide: *......Has to look up the dodo comment.........and chuckles faintly to himself in amusement*
Galeforce: Adapting, surviving, and living are all different things, madam.
Addison: Hmmm. Philosophical kind of guy.
Galeforce: Indeed. *Chuckles, as if at a joke*
Patch Work: *to Galeforce* <<Sir? When you have a moment, may we talk?>> *is being VERY respectful and polite sounding*
Galeforce: *Doesn't move much, since he has Addison so close to him, but his posture shifts to wary, nearly aggressive* <<In a moment, Patch Work.>>
Patch Work: *sits down in a booth and is quiet*
Ironhide: *...arches a brow with that sudden posture change from Gale*
Rapid Fire: *Still a-lurking in the rafters*
Antediluvian: *Morpho* <<Designated: Morpho.>>
Addison: ....*scrunches her face like she can sense the tension*
Morpho: *Antediluvian* <<What can I do for ya, bub?>>
Chiro: *....STRESS PROOF.*
Stress Proof: *T______T I'm sorry?*
Chiro: *If you so much as utter ONE COMPLAINT, I am welding your hands to your aft. UNDERSTAND?*
Roth Red: *You tell him, Chiro >8/ *
Ironhide: * And we all learn a valuable lesson. Don’t peeve off the Chinchin.*
Stress Proof: *I'm nae complaining, I'm nae complaining!*
Roth Red: *doggie penance stare >8/ *
Chiro: *is going to be here all night. ALL NIGHT.*
Stress Proof: *.... help me with me shield first, please? >_>*
Chiro: *......* *is gluing his hands to his aft anyway. Here I'll take- ACK SKFHIDUHKJLAJHDKS GET IT OFF OF ME GET IT OFF @_______________@ CRUSHED............CHINCHIN..................AUGH....*
Roth Red: o_o *tug tuuugs on the shield*
Stress Proof: *O____O;;; Lifts it off the Chinchin*
Chiro: *...........................................*
Roth Red: *lifted with the shield* owo;
Chiro: DON'T LIFT IT YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF WORSE PUT IT DOWN!
Galeforce: Pardon me, madam, but there is business that requires my attention.
Stress Proof: *..................O______________O Puuuuuuuts it down carefully*
Chiro: *...now LIE DOWN and let me work DX*
Ironhide: *.......Can be called for assistance if the Chinchin requires it? Is just out here figuratively twiddling his thumbs and collecting dust anyhow*
Addison: Go to town, man. *feeels for a seat, got to be one around here somewhere*
Darkstalker: *scrub scrub scrub, attempting to ignore the odd clamoring from Chiro's room*
Antediluvian: *Morpho* <>
Patch Work: *is still at his booth, watching the bar*
Morpho: <>
Antediluvian: <>
Morpho: <<Ah. Got a place in mind?>>
Rapid Fire: *zzz*
Antediluvian: <<If it would not be objectionable I can easily meet you anywhere, at a place of your choosing, though preferably at a fuel station where it is cheapest by the gallon.>>
Morpho: <>
Antediluvian: <>
Morpho: <<On my way now.>>
Darkstalker: *is eyeing that patient over there....might carefully clean him too, even if he looks clean, but at the same time, is in awe/fear of Ratchet*
Rapid Fire: *Takes off out the skyligh- >_@ Or not. Guess falling out of the rafters is better. Yup. Meant to do that.*
Ratchet: *just gives you a level look before you get to him, that you might want to take your fuss elsewhere, femme*
Sideswipe: *probably curled up beside Jolt in all of his sexxay glory* zzz
Darkstalker: *and would be willing to clean Sideswipe too. Is being OCD like Mo from Wall-E today*
Galeforce: *Stalks to where Patch Work is sitting, taking a seat himself*
Rapid Fire: *Just going to stalk into the back now, thnx*
Ratchet: *... Be. Elsewhere. Femme*
Sideswipe: *swats at the tickling Z_x *
Patch Work: *and begins telling Gale his mistake and that he’s very sorry*
Jolt: *velcro'd onto that sexxay glory*
Darkstalker: *like where?*
Ratchet: *surely there's something else you can clean that doesn't involve my youngling patient and my pain in the aft*
Sideswipe: *Stop calling Jolt a pain in the aft X3 *
Darkstalker: *continues scrubbing things around the medbay, and making sure everything is lined up perfectly and checking it again...not wanting to get her aft kicked today*
Galeforce: *Listens, and likely is giving the young one a scolding he's not going to forget*
Patch Work: *takes it and then excuses himself afterward, going back into the medbay* *sits down and is just gonna stay here for a bit*
Galeforce: *So, goes outside to find his poor wolfcub*
Darkstalker: *when it seems like she's cleaned everything except the mechs in medbay, starts over again*
Vorpal: *is.... somewhere. Primus knows*
Galeforce: *Sits in the garden, where it's quiet, and just listens*
Patch Work: *just stares at the ground... is hard on himself too about this on top of the furious scolding Gale gave him* *will not make such a mistake again, is determined of that, but still feels very bad about it*
Addison: *found..........a chair 8D go her*
Float: *hovering by the new h00man* oo.oo *but not touching, izza polite jellyfish!*
Addison: *you're too light to detect and the humming is just background noise*
Barricade: *slinks out of the back*
Vorpal: *has curled up somewhere at the outermost edge of the woods, signal dim, and most systems automatically shut-down to preserve energy* *no way of telling if he's visible to sensors or just some more background information...*
Stress Proof: *DINNAE ABANDON ME TO THE IRATE CHINCHIN!*
Barricade: *YEAH I'D LOVE TO STAY BUT I'D REALLY RATHER HAVE SEX WITH IRONHIDE'S CANNONS, SO BYE 8D*
Stress Proof: *>_______________< Traitor...*
Ironhide: *.........No comment DX *
Galeforce: *Moves towards that faint signal, knows it well, and that background feed shouldn't be there, not with the garden and everything else decimated*
Addison: *tucks a dark curl behind her ear*
Barricade: *....luuuuuuuuuuurks for Addison 8)*
Float: oo.oo *havva a cricket in a vial on the table in front of you?*
Ironhide: *...Watches that Pandacar* -___o
Barricade: *I just want to bite her head 8D*
Float: *OO.OO at the approaching pandacar*
Starscream: *Stalks in, deliberately this time*
Barricade: *.......Or I can slink over to the booth anonymously*
Addison: *can feel the vibrations coming towards her* .......*turns to the sound and sorry, cannae see your-* ....Is that a cricket?
Starscream: *And over to a couch to sprawl, is a smug Shrilljet*
Erebos: *crawls out of the couch and across him like only a fast spider can*
Starscream: *>< HolyPrimustheslagisthat?!* *Damnit, flails*
Ironhide: *............Smirks at the flail-Seeker*
Barricade: *....snicker*
Float: *umbrella nodnods, and pushes the vial closer to her hand, waaaaatching that pandacar*
Starscream: *-_- The urge to shoot people, it is rising*
Barricade: *To the tune of the Little Engine That Could..............I hate that jet I hate that jet I hate that jet I hate that jet I hate that jet I hate that jet...*
Starscream: *... Do you even recognize just how laughably lame you are?*
Addison: *gonna have to put it in my hand, sorry*
Vorpal: *burrowed into one of Savannah's old dens, curled up in a ball*
Galeforce: *Soft, gentle chirrup to Vorpal*
Vorpal: *doesn't answer, though levels dim optics on the sound*
Galeforce: Come out, lad. It's safe. No one will harm you. *Keeps his voice light and gentle, knowing, from what Patch had said, that he would respond more to tone than words*
Darkstalker: *still cleaning damnit, while Mun has been busy chatting with mom*
Barricade: *ponders pestering Atirhturi whatever her blind ass name is*
Addison: *ADDISON*
Float: *pushes it against her hand, but takes her tentacle quickly away* oo.oo;
Vorpal: *blinks at him, moving slowly in the burrow, but abandoning the idea halfway*
Addison: *starts at the object and fumbles it, nearly dropping it before getting her fingers around it* ......O.........k.....*starts exploring it with her finger tips*
Starscream: *Takes a cube out of a compartment to drink at his leisure, swiftly reclaiming his poor tattoo'd dignity*
Logan: *Could sugarpacket him in lieu of Mun presence? 8D *
Taiyoko: *would go bother him, if she was in the mood >_>*
Starscream: *-_- Let me alone, if you please. I'm far less fun to harass than the Saleen*
Barricade: *bullshit.*
Starscream: *You make it so easy, and all...*
Barricade: *Well, yeah. But the next time you shoot an Autobot will be the last time. I'm not likely to shoot anyone. 8D*
Logan: *.....But so many fun nicknames, mostly dirty innuendo, can be made out of the Seeker's name.... That’s instant entertainment right there…*
Starscream: *-_< Autobots shouldn't fall on me unless they wish to be shot*
Addison: *shakes the lil’ vial oO; *
Float: *... that's gonna be a very dizzy cricket*
Addison: *holds it up to her ear* ..........Why did someone give me a cricket in a........tube? *confused*
Float: oo.oo *offers another vial, touching it to her hand*
Barricade: *sliiiinks over towards Addison*
Addison: *takes the other one* ?_?
Starscream: *Waaatching that Barricade*
Ironhide: *Eyeballing that pandacar too...Ready to get up and rescue the human girl if he has to...*
Barricade: *snorts at her hair. And ponders biting her head to make everyone else squirm*
Float: OO.OO;;;
Ironhide: *Rumbles a low...warning at the cruiser... -___o *
Addison: .........*freezes, something.......familiar* .......Oh no DX Tell me you are not back.
Starscream: *Mm, a show to go with his dinner*
Barricade: Perhaaaaaaps.
Derringer: *Rolls through the front door, grumbling; has obtained a new alt mode since his last visit, a nice FJ Cruiser, but a bright, Ferrari red.**seems to look around as best as one can in alt mode, but makes no effort to attempt transformation. For some reason.*
Addison: *very good with voices T_T * .......You are -_-
Barricade: *whuffs*
Ironhide: *Still eyeballing that Pandacar. Feeeel the Topkick glaring holes in your head. Feeeeel it*
Addison: *.........still has no idea who is handing her vials*
Darkstalker: *scrubby scrub, cleaning 8D*
Float: *vial with a lollipop for you?*
Addison: ......Who keeps giving me these??
Barricade: Float.
Addison: .....Who's Float?
Float: *little tentacle wave ^^_^^*
Barricade: An irritating science drone.
Addison: .....forgive me for being in the dark, ha, but um...drone?
Starscream: *Aw, lookit that. Barricade, helping the blind fleshy*
Barricade: *is preparing to eat her hair. Shush.*
Addison: *DON'T YOU DARE*
Barricade: *OwwwO*
Float: OO.OO;;;
Ironhide: *Will call Chiro? 8D *
Barricade: *........................................................YOU SUCK.*
Ironhide: *ayup* *Damn Treaty makes the Topkick sneaky… since he can't beat on the pandacar for misbehaving...*
Starscream: *Your oral fixation never ceases to amuse and horrify* *OH! I can beat him! Let me beat him!!*
Barricade: *I like to chew things. All things. And bite things. All things and then some.*
Addison: *reaaaaches out, trying to find this drone*
Ironhide: *vaguely wonders what the pandacar would find revolting enough to not chew on...*
Barricade: *Those Things do exist.*
Float: *hoooooolds very still oo.OO*
Addison: *feeeeeeeeeeeeeling for the drone*
Float: *.... that thar is my umbrella. And your hand tickles ^^_^^*
Addison: ....Eep, what am I touching? oO;;;;
Barricade: *chomps down on her hair. Hmhmhmh. And drools.*
Starscream: *Ew*
Float: OO_____OO
Addison: *SQUEALS*
Ironhide: *Growls......and gets up* Barricade * takes a few steps in that direction... engine rumbling unamusedly*
Addison: Get him off of me!
Jordan Allen: *comes into the bar*
Barricade: *DROOLS.... but lets go after thoroughly soaking her hair*
Float: *um.... ummmmmm.... NAPKIN!*
Addison: ............8(
Jordan Allen: *blinks and immediately feels very sorry for Addison* *mild shudder to self*
Ironhide: *Eyeballs barricade irately....debating if he is dick-enough to com Chiro or if he will just let this one be...* *...At least she still has her hair...*
Float: *and a hotel hand towel oo3oo*
Barricade: *could have taken the whole head of hair off... but didn't want to have to sit there while a medic cleans it all out of his fuel system <.<*
Addison: *.........takes the offered towels and napkins to dab herself off*
Stress Proof: *THANKEE!*
Barricade: *turns... but not before reaching out and trying to SLICE the back of her shirt and everything under it ... clean through. cB*
Jordan Allen: *...sighs and goes to a table and sits down, thoroughly exhausted*
Addison: o_o *squalls!*
Float: OO___OO; *ummmmmmmm....*
Ironhide: *..... just looks flatly at Barricade...*
Jordan Allen: *reaches into her backpack and pulls out some clothes that are still clean* *gets up and goes over to Addison* Hey, I'm Jordan. Here *offers the clothes*
Starscream: Classy.
Addison: *looks up at the voice, trying to......keep her top up on her dress he cut through ><: *
Jordan Allen: *gently puts the clothes against the other girl's hand*
Barricade: *and thus attempts to facerape Jordan with his tongue. Since she walked right on over and invited him to do so.*
Float: ^^_^^ *little tentacle wave at Jordan* *OO__________OO*
Jordan Allen: *oh yes that was such a clear invitation! DUCKS*
Barricade: *ssssnake flicks it*
Jordan Allen: *baaaaaacks away from that tongue o.o*
Barricade: *fliiicks it at her*
Jordan Allen: *snorts softly and goes back to Addison* You okay?
Addison: Yes...can you guide me to the restroom? *in this will swallow pride*
Jordan Allen: Of course *helps guide Addison to the restroom with the spare pair of clothing*
Barricade: *lurks over to lounge on a couch. Screamer or no Screamer*
Starscream: *So long as it's not my couch, or there's going to be a problem*
Barricade: *...Nobody would want to share a couch with you. Or a bed. Or anything of the sort, sir Screechalot.* *I hate having to share the PLANET with you.*
Float: *follows, just in case more napkins are required*
Starscream: *Aren't you lucky then, he's only here rarely* *And if only that were true... -_- Stupid fanfiction...*
Hawk: *comes into the bar* *flicks her tail, takes note of who all is in there and then climbs up into the rafters to perch*
Starscream: *Takes note of the flier femme, but appears most relaxed and lazy*
Erebos: *skitters across Cade too 8888) *
Barricade: *FFLGHGGBHFGHFGHFAGAHRGHRGR*
Hawk: *crazy spider drone*
Erebos: *lives for that XD; *
Ironhide: *........Is distracted temporarily by a rather.... interesting note sent to him via com about his new job* .................. *Well fudgenuggets*
Darkstalker: *cleaning spree has become slower and more erratic*
Starscream: *8D Going to be such an aft when he finds out. Ironhide can't stop him if he wants to go on a shooty spree*
Ironhide: *Yuh-huh. Right. Until you piss off everyone else and their brother and get their guns on you. *
Chiro: *FINALLY finishes with Stress. Oh no. You don't get to leave. IN fact, STRAPS YOU ONTO THE BERTH.*
Ironhide: *Juuust gonna sit here and try and not look too frazzled over his abrupt... promotion*
Stress Proof: *but....! but... !*
Chiro: *NO!*
Ironhide: *Medics make the worst patients...*
Darkstalker: *internal warning system beeping at her: Fuel levels critical, stasis lock imminent* @_@ Some'un shut off that infernal beeping...
Patch Work: ....Darkstalker?
Ratchet: *eeeeeeyeing that femme*
Patch Work: *goes over to her* Are you all right?
Chiro: *and bounds out of the backrooms, pinballing around the bar*
Ironhide: *........Arches a brow and watches the hyper ChinChin bounce*
Starscream: *Eyes that Chinchin...*
Chiro: *mostly in the rafters ^_^*
Darkstalker: *just kinda looks at him like she's not quite all there.....then faceplants*
Patch Work: *Primus* *dives and catches her before she hits the ground*
Addison: *ok, much better! feels her way out of the restroom*
Hawk: *eeeeeeeeeeeeeyes the Chinchin*
Jordan Allen: *helps Addison*
Ironhide: *....Ponders driving back to base and seeing if he can nab enough high-grade to get shiftfaced before people realize on a whole what his and wildfire's new job is* >_>
Darkstalker: @_______@ *two or three energon crunchies do not an adequate meal make*
Wildfire: *..............ARUGH, WHAT? D8 PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC*
Patch Work: Darkstalker? Can you hear me? *quickly inspects her*
10-4: *........x) easy there, Dragonlady*
Ratchet: *pfffffft, you'll do fine* *stands up, moving to help Patch if he needs it, but otherwise letting him deal with it*
Patch Work: *thank you sir* *gets DS to a berth*
Wildfire: *HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT? DX *
Float: *still following like a kite*
Jordan Allen: *grins at Float*
10-4: *Because if you don't keep it cool, eeeverything we've worked for can unravel 8D*
Wildfire: *..............Oh fine. Deny me my panic attack*
Hawk: *does not like how he is bouncing around in the rafters*
10-4: *atta girlishdragonthing!*
Addison: I really wish I'd not forgotten my cane.
Jordan Allen: Well there might be one in the wardrobe
Chiro: *leap leap leap LEAPS… right onto Cade's stomach*
Barricade: *OOF!*
Ironhide: *If you really wanna see the Chinchin bounce...give him a mug of that business Stress drinks....*
Starscream: *And SNAPS attention to the Saleen and his pouncer*
Hawk: *eyes the weapon specialist... wonders if he would be interested in sparring*
Ironhide: *Still more thinking of the Getting Plastered line right now....... just hasn’t gotten the motivation up to move...*
Darkstalker: *durrr...DS isn't here right now, please leave a message after the beep!*
Wildfire: *Hide, meet me. We have to..........have a meeting..........yeah....................bring the cubes*
Patch Work: *eyes her and shakes his head* *quickly attaches fluid lines to her* *fill ‘er up*
Ratchet: *watches this, expression set* <<Is it merely energy deprivation?>>
Patch Work: <>
Ironhide: *Drunkfest ahoy @@ Will be there soon*
Hawk: *this is encouraging*
Addison: No, I like mine. It's a useful thing when I remember it.
Patch Work: *doesn't find any injuries, internal or external, scans indicate high energy deprivation*
Barricade: *regards the Autobot for several seconds too long, before growling and going to sit up* *chiro* <<Bad company, slag you!>>
Chiro: *LEAPS off, and back into the rafters to sit* <<*purr* I'm sorry.>>
Starscream: *Very.... interesting...* *Idly inspects his talons*
Erebos: *peeks out of the couch cushions right beside Starscream's leg*
Ironhide: *Smirks at Chiro's antics*
Jordan Allen: How do the clothes feel?
Starscream: *-_- Drone*
Erebos: *is a trapdoor spider tonight XXXX3 grabs a pillow and places it over his spot o’ hiding*
Addison: A little loose, but not to bad. Can't tell you what they look like on me.
Starscream: *'Ignores' the drone*
Darkstalker: *is being filled up.....the appropriate human phrase would have been "running on fumes" 8B*
Jordan Allen: *smiles* jeans with a dark green shirt.
Addison: Ah. A bit modern.
Chiro: *CHIRPAS x) is feeling is oats for some reason*
Ironhide: *Just watching that Chinchin, Amused by his antics*
Chiro: *LEAPS ....... to land on Hide's shoulders*
Ironhide: *whuffs but handles the Chin’s slight weight well enough* ‘Lo, Chiro.
Chiro: *if Morpho is only half a car, I'm only a third* Hello, Ironhide. ^^
Ironhide: *Hardly minds the company* Having a good evening?
Chiro: Oh yes. ^_^
Ironhide: *Nods his head calmly* Good... Good.
Chiro: .....Pardon my abruptness but I have somewhere to be. 8) *hugs Hide's head affectionately if he'll let him and bounds out the door*
Ratchet: *rumbles, unimpressed, and definitely not in the 'pleased' spectrum of moods*
Barricade: *gets up and oozes into the back... to head out the back door and follow the Chinchin wherever he went*
Ironhide: *Smirks and lets him... only to shake his head and be amused as Chiro bounces off*
Starscream: *That little bouncy Autobot... now he could be excellent leverage....*
Ratchet: *that little bouncy Autobot is one of -my- staff. Mind your grabby thoughts, Kentucky*
Starscream: *Why of couse, Ratchet.... I would never do anything untoward...*
Barricade: *Do not even think it, Knight of the Screech Table. I will -end- you if you touch him.*
Ratchet: *oh, I'm sure you would. And you wouldn't last thirty seconds past the attempt*
Darkstalker: *starting to stir a little, but still feeling too lethargic to do much of anything*
Roth Red: *........grooms Stress' face X3 *
Starscream: *Oh, is thinking it. But right now, no reason to do as much*
Stress Proof: *siiiiiiiiigh.... but <3s the Autopup*
Patch Work: Darkstalker? Can you hear me?
Darkstalker: *optics flicker slightly in response*
Patch Work: *sighs softly* Rest Darkstalker. You overworked yourself. Sleep.
Ratchet: *Patch* <<Report?>>
Ironhide: *Finally gets himself up... and limps off to go get plastered with Wildfire before word gets out...*
Starscream: *Such a joyous time it will be....*
Darkstalker: *doesn't exactly sleep...more hovers just barely awake, enough to be aware of her surroundings but not enough to really care*
Ratchet: *.......................... fiiiiiiiiiiine. Sends 'Hide the coordinates to one of his stashes <_<*
Patch Work: *to Ratchet* <<She has overworked herself, under-fueled herself, and is running on fumes. I checked for any sign of virus or injuries both external and internal and found none. By my assessment she needs rest and fluids sir.>> *looks at him* *did not have a good day and wants to crawl under a berth but has a job to do*
Ratchet: *rumbles, currently feeling even less generous than usual, and nods* <<See that she gets both. And then write her off the active roster and have her report to me as soon as you discharge her. If she cannot take proper care of herself, she cannot be trusted with a patient.>> *watches him keenly* <<You aren't doing too well yourself.>>
Patch Work: <> *looks disappointed and sits down* <<Other than that perhaps I do need a nap.>>
Ratchet: <<Oh?>> *leans back against a berth*
Patch Work: *nods a bit* <<I... forgot... to tell General Galeforce that I discharged Vorpal Song when I did.>>
Ratchet: *rubs briefly at his faceplates* <<Did you tell him already?>>
Patch Work: <<Yessir.>>
Ratchet: <<... I'm not going to coddle you, Patch Work, because that's a slagpit of a mistake to make. But mistakes do happen. And I for one know that you won't be making the same mistake twice, correct?>>
Patch Work: *completely serious* <<Sir I can assure you that will never happen again.>> *already got a scolding of a lifetime, and now even disappointed the medical CO... what a day, what a day*
Ratchet: <<Good. I imagine the General had a... great deal to say.>>
Patch Work: *nods* *rubs his forehelm* <Yessir.>>
Ratchet: <<Then the last thing you need is another lecture. Get yourself a cube and some rest.>>
Patch Work: <<As you recall sir... we did not get off on a good foot due to the circumstances when we first me. I fear I have damaged any trust from him in the future. *sounds a bit down* I suppose it is only appropriate.>> *remembers Galeforce getting very very intense about Vorpal when they first met*
Ratchet: <<That cannot be helped, Patch Work.>> *sighs a bit* <<A mech is allowed mistakes. Medics are not. Lives rest in our hands. If you -want- the General's trust, you will have to prove you're worthy of it, though it may take a lifetime.>>
Patch Work: *nods and feels even worse but does not say anything to that extent*
Ratchet: *knows it, and knows it might get worse in the days to come* <<Go get some fuel, and some rest. You know where we keep our rations.>>
Patch Work: *looks at Ratchet* <<But sir... I have a patient.>> *gestures to DS*
Ratchet: *looks at him* <<So you do. That's why the chairs here are so comfortable.>>
Patch Work: *small smile and goes to get a cube, coming back and making himself comfortable* <....thank you sir.... for listening.>>
Starscream: *Morpho* <<Autobot.>>
Morpho: *KFC* <<What can I do for ya, bub?>>
Starscream: *-_- Is not a chickin. Oly his legs* <>
Ratchet: <<Despite belief to the contrary, I'm not without a Spark. At least not most days.>> *goes back to his vigil*
Morpho: <<Now why am I not surprised to hear that?>>
Patch Work: *chuckles softly drinks his cube and goes into stasis next to DS's bunk, making sure to tell her when she wakes that as soon as she is fueled and rested, she is to report to Ratchet*
Starscream: <<Perhaps you're not as dull as everyone else on this rock.>>
Morpho: <<Me? Nah, I'm just as lazy as the lot put together. How much this time?>>
Starscream: <<*Double what he's been getting*>>
Morpho: <<Now we're back to questions you ain't lookin' to answer...>>
Starscream: <<Ask something I'm more likely to answer then. Or you get no information, and I find other venues to get what I want.>>
Morpho: <<And those venues are likely to cause you no end of grief. Now, you ain't even lookin' to answer harmless questions, I don't know that you want your business prodded at because you're caught gettin' fuel what ain't yours to begin with...>>
Starscream: *Aah, but them questions ain't harmless, they're nibbling too close to his babies* <<You are coming dangerously close to threatening my business. It is not... healthy.>>
Morpho: <<.... *chuckles* Just because I like secrets, bub, it don't mean I'm in the habit of sharin' them. Ain't never been a healthy lifestyle, mine.>>
Starscream: <<Why should I believe you?>>
Morpho: <<Absolutely not one damn good reason at all, bub. Except you got somethin' I want, and I got somethin' you need. That, and the fact that doin' business turns downright hazardous if I don't abide honest-like with somethin' your size.>>
Starscream: *8D Kill you up real good.* <<You would be wise to reconsider your questions>>
Morpho: *you'd try. But I doubt it's the first time you've deal with that kind of cutthroat business* <<*chuckles without humor* Now I'm just wonderin' why you don't wanna answer somethin' so simple...>>
Starscream: <<Ask me again, Autobot.>>
Morpho: *chucks a little more encrypting in the line. Just 'cause* <<*coolly* What'd Barricade say that brought you up short, that first night?>>
Starscream: <<He was threatening me, should I happen to take exception to anyone he cares for.>>
Morpho: <<*laughs* No slag, Sherlock. I didn't ask how he said it, I asked -what- he said.>> *though the fact that brought the Air Commander up short is... interestin' already*
Starscream: *Would not answer.... but can't afford not to, not with the latest 'accident', costing him so much fuel* <<He said he'd reveal what I've got on the Nemesis.>>
Morpho: <<Twice'll take me a day or so longer to process. Hope that's not too big an inconvenience?>>
Starscream: <>
Morpho: *ponders* <>
Starscream: <<Good.>> *Well, these dealings are easier than the stealing... Even if he may have to discretely take care of that loose end*
Morpho: *what lack of faith, bub 83*
Starscream: *And I wonder why? -3-*
Morpho: *you musta had some bad deals in the past, I think...*
Starscream: *Dealt with Swindle, you tell me*
Morpho: *.... well, sheesh*
Starscream: *Alas, could only work with what was available, and the glitch was it. And despite being a double-crossing aft, he was effective at getting the supplies*
Morpho: *... you're in for a Pittuva surprise when it comes to dealin' with 'Bots, bub*
Starscream: *Will adapt. But will never drop his guard*
Morpho: *adaptin's all it takes. Always been adapt or die*
Starscream: *Rises from the couch, and moves off into the back to investigate the backrooms, and possibly hole up somewhere*

September 6, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-22T07:39:05Z

Addison: *Walks inside, collapsable walking cane folded in one hand since she's near a building* *......tilts her head, this doesn't seem like the right place*
Stress Proof: *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz still on that couch*
Addison: *listening closely to the quiet building* ....Hello? *big place judging by the way her voice carries*
Morpho: *.... is somewhere up there still* Mornin'.
Sky Hunter: *walks into the bar, on all fours as he tends to. And...ack, human. Definitely rather avoid stepping on one, so moves carefully to the side*
Addison: *looks up, out of habit more than anything* Why are you up so high? *if it's construction, doesn't want a errant tool to fall on her head. And is dressed in this number [link] * *turns around at the sense of movement*
Morpho: *chuckles* Just like the perspective it gives. Mornin'.
Sky Hunter: *pauses, and sinks down where he stands, being less tall that way. Even if...is there something with that human's eyes?* greetings
Addison: *Turns towards the voice, a bit confused and has lovely normal looking eyes except for the scarring underneath* Hello. I'm a bit confused, where am I? I thought this was a club.
Sky Hunter: A bar? It's called the Crash Site *looks at Morpho. New one, you think?* *just isn't familiar with any of the humans coming here*
Addison: Oh...well, I've worked in bars too.
Sky Hunter: Worked? With what? *in hindsight, he probably isn't among the most human-sounding of the mechs coming here*
Morpho: *just watchin'*
Addison: *no, and that's throwing her for a loop, the sounds are varied and all off* Yes, singing...
Sky Hunter: Oh, what kind of songs? *just only starting to dig into human culture and such. Nor has he exchanged many words with humans*
Addison: Oldies, mostly. *small grin* I have a taste for the classic and vintage. Today’s modern music has no soul.
Ironhide: *Limps in slowly for a brief visit... and arches his brow at the unfamiliar human in passing*
Addison: *brow puckers in a frown at the weird sounds and vibrations....*
Sky Hunter: Good day, Sir *gives a nod in Ironhide's direction* *and....* I'm not so familiar with it yet, unfortunately. Could you sing?
Ironhide: *Rumbles a moment, working his way towards one of his perching spots* ‘Lo *nods to Sky*
Addison: *blinks her unseeing eyes* Like an audition? *confussled*
Ironhide: *Perches on a bar side seat......and watches the new human quietly....*
Sky Hunter: I have to admit that I'm curious. Haven't heard humans singing much *taps a talon against the floor* Just if you don't mind of-course
Addison: *double blink* Humans? *steps back just a scooch at the tapping that she can feel through the floor* If...is there a stage? Some music?
Ironhide: *Narrows an optic… just watching the human and how she moves... and responds to various sounds.... and can already tell she has some serious trouble with her eyes.... * *Frowns a moment* Careful. She can’t see you. *Is good at picking up on these things...it seems*
Addison: *holds up the folded up walking stick* Got it in one. *grins*
Ironhide: *whuffs faintly and settles back...just watching, hoping that pointing out her vision issue will head off unwarranted spooking*
Sky Hunter: Eh, yes *hesitates. Can show her the way there. But I dunno how you'd react to a large metal hand rather than a human one?*
Ironhide: *Sighs and shakes his head* ... Might be kind to let her know what we are, you know. Before she gets any more confused.
Addison: *would.....wonder wtf that is, actually XD; * Just tell me the general direction. I can find it myself.
Sky Hunter: *that would just make him nervous* to your left. There's some furniture in your way, you need help with that?
Addison: *snaps out the walking stick to feel along* No, I think I got it. *amused*
Addison: *heads for the stage's direction, cane finding the furniture obstacles for her*
Addison: *finds the stage 8D *
Sky Hunter: *follows slowly, though keeping at some distance* I guess I should say something. Hopefully you've heard about the Cybertronians?
Addison: Um, no, I haven't. *locates the stairs up to the stage and takes them rather gracefully, feeling along with her hand along the rail* I'm afraid I don't watch any TV and it's hard to find a newspaper I can see. *amuused*
Sky Hunter: *glances over at Ironhide. You can probably tell it better than me? :3*
Addison: *exploring the stage and the.....oh, well hello there jukebox, sorry about bumping into you*
Sky Hunter: Not even mentioned by anyone you know *eh, to hell with it* *tells her. Using what he knows of-course, and what he's been told about the reveal to the whole of Earth. Probably a bit awkwardly though*
Addison: ...that sounds entirely too fantastical to believe.
Sky Hunter: Maybe, but it's true. If you don't mind proof...here *extends his hand so it's easily within reach to touch* Right in front of you
Addison: *brings up her hand at the large black on black shape and..........o.o * .....How...how do I know you aren't just holding up a large piece of metal?
Sky Hunter: *flexes and moves his hand. Joints and such might be noticeable*
Addison: Cooould be a...machine of some kind. *grins*
Sky Hunter: What do you want, that I set you on my face?
Addison: *laughs, even if it is a leetle bit nervous* You have a face? Let me feel it. *holds up a hand*
Sky Hunter: *removes the hand, then slowly lowers his head. Odd thing with the optics and form it probably is*
Rapid Fire: *Still a'lurking the rafters, watching*
Addison: *feels along carefully, frowning to herself in puzzlement*
Ironhide: *Just watching the girl and Sky quietly*
Sky Hunter: *keeps still* now, it still seems likely that it's 'just' a machine?
Addison: I don't know...Still feels hard to believe....
Sky Hunter: What would it take then?
Ironhide: *....Has to say he's a bit amused watching Sky try and convince the girl*
Addison: I think it's up to you to prove it. I'm still skeptical. This feels nothing like a face. *grins*
Ironhide: *...Is half thinking the girl is stringing Sky along.....*
Sky Hunter: Why would a 'robot' from space even necessarily have a face?
Addison: *partway XD but is also blind and has been fooled before!* ...I never thought of that...to eat?
Ironhide: *Smirks and thinks he might like this girl. That and there's been a lack of screaming. Bonus that*
Sky Hunter: Even if fuel is needed, why would we eat like you do? *well.... But it's a valid argument still*
Addison: Well, I don't know. I'm not the robot from outer space...supposedly. *has to have a good sense of humor to deal with her blindness XD *
Ironhide: *Either laugh at life, or break down into a neurotic puddle.... Or in the Topkick’s opinion... blow shit up*
Addison: Would you like me to sing? Supposed alien robot? X)
Sky Hunter: *that's something I can appreciate. Even if I'm still fairly clueless about dealing with humans* Sky Hunter. And yes, if you're still willing. In spite of wild claims
Addison: Of course. I love to sing. *moves back to the jukebox.........and here's when she hates being blindered* ...Ahem, can someone help me find a song?
Sky Hunter: Ah... *my hands, they are not designed for picking up small things*
Addison: .....If...you are a alien from outer space...and you have mastered that interstellar space travel...you should be able to work a simple jukebox. *grins widely*
Sky Hunter: I can tell you the name of anything you're pointing at
Addison: *flips through them* Tell me when I get to a song called, "I want to be Evil."
Rapid Fire: *Drops down onto the bar counter from his rafter perch... Needs to steal some crunchies for this. Provided a certain wretch didn't already abscond with them all*
Firecracker: *depends on how lucky you feel today? 83*
Sky Hunter: We're not all designed for delicate work. And there it is *peers over at RF* greetings
Rapid Fire: *-__- Do not press me, Brat. I will eat your face* Hm.
Morpho: *... ya could ask, bub. But ain't sayin' nothin' about them crunchies X3*
Addison: Oh good. This is my favorite song. *sets it on and stands back away from the edge, laying her can on the jukebox and sings: [link] with nearly the same type of voice. Now you know what she sounds like*
Firecracker: *You have to catch me first OwwO*
Rapid Fire: *Could ask, but is not likely to. Not done being stubborn yet, durnit*
Sky Hunter: *sits back to listen. Respectfully quiet*
Ironhide: *Listens calmly to the girl singing... Has a pleasant voice on her...*
Addison: *grins and leans against the back bar*
Sky Hunter: I like it, your voice and the song. Thank you *grins back*
Addison: Thank you. *tilts her head, hand under her chin*
Ironhide: *Murrs faintly* Very nice...
Addison: Any more requests? They're only free today. *laughs*
Sky Hunter: Maybe a couple more then, to make use of the occasion *names a few suggestions*
Addison: I got one. Just because it's ironic. *giggles and starts singing: [link] *
Morpho: *chuckles faintly*
Sky Hunter: *will listen and chat for a while before heading back out*
Rapid Fire: *Staaaaares at the blind fleshling a moment, before hopping off the counter, and stalking to the pool room*
Addison: *oblivious ^_^ *
Morpho: Still wonderin' about the alien robot bit, miss?
Addison: Still not convinced.
Morpho: *chuckles* And what's proof you'd believe?
Addison: You must admit it's a bit too much to swallow. Aliens? Robots even?
Rapid Fire: *>_- Hot tub is good on open wounds*
Morpho: Well, I think the robot bit is only 'cause we're made of metal, not flesh and bone.
Addison: Still fantastical.
Morpho: And hard to disprove.
Severed Arm: *Skitters out of a grate near the stage*
Addison: If you've got any ideas I'm more than open to them. X)
Morpho: Other than touch and the fact we're talkin' to you, I ain't sure what to offer, miss X3 Mind your step though. You gotta local fan come to see you.
Addison: Touch is subjective, you know...*tilts her head, listening*
Morpho: So's sight.
Severed Arm: *Craaawls on over to the new laydee, is a curious arm o3o*
Addison: *can sense something near but...not sure what* Well, dont' have to worry about that with me.
Morpho: If you crouch down a bit you ought to be level with it. It's harmless, near as we can tell. *teasing* And I ain't gonna ask you to lick me just to make sure I am what I am! XD
Severed Arm: *Tugs lightly on the hem of her dress*
Addison: Lick you? *eyebrows go up* Plenty a man has said that before. *blinkblink and looks down not that it helps and...reaches out to feel what's tugging on her*
Morpho: Ain't a man per se.
Addison: Oh, you're another "robot?"
Severed Arm: *Is a robot arm! And not so pointy that feeling it'll cause accidental lacerations* *Tuugs*
Morpho: Yup.
Addison: *...........patting the obviously metal arm* ......
Severed Arm: *^___^ Is a happy arm, is*
Addison: .....*feels a finger* o.o
Severed Arm: *Wraps it's digits around her hand*
Addison: Where's the rest of this one and why's he so quiet?
Morpho: *amused* That's all you get. The place... This place is somethin' special. Animates things that ain't normally alive. Our arms don't run around on their own any more'n yours do, normally.
Addison: ...you're telling me this is an arm?
Morpho: Aaaaaa-yup.
Severed Arm: *A severed arm!*
Addison: A sentient severed arm moving on its own...
Morpho: Aaaaaaaa-yup XD
Addison: ....That's too hard to believe. XD
Morpho: Go ahead and look for a body. Shape's the same, you ought to know where it's meant to be attached.
Addison: *starts feeling along the arm*
Severed Arm: *Lets her hand go, to cling to the hem of her dress* *End about mid elbow-shoulder, edge jagged and rough, though no more trailing wires!*
Addison: *that is a bit jagged* ...Might want to see a doctor about that...*starting to...believe, maybe*
Severed Arm: *o3o They don't like me....*
Ratchet: *don't like you in medbay, nor on my person. Arm or not, you're expected to have manners unless you're a sparkling's arm =3=*
Morpho: It's been doing fine, and there's no fluids leakin'. Friendly even, in its own fashion.
Optimus Prime: *wanders in, missing swaths of paint here and there* Evening.
Addison: But it's an arm...sans the body. *head tilt the other way at the new voice*
Severed Arm: *;3; Is but an arm, ain't got a brain enough to have good manners?*
Morpho: Evenin', boss.
Ratchet: *asterisk harrumph at you*
Optimus Prime: *drags aft over to his usual and stays planted there*
Severed Arm: *Rolls over, wiggling its digits*
Addison: *humming a song, debaaaaaaating another but....*
Chiro: *bounces out of the back, with a lurking, sleepy and somewhat cranky Saleen behind him*
Addison: *hip bumps the jukebox and is surprised when a song she wants pops on* ........XD Magic! *starts singing this: [link] * *she may be blind, but she can dance XD *
Barricade: *.....=_=*
Chiro: *Nah. No being nasty. Wait till the sun goes down first.*
Optimus Prime: *rubbing at his forehead, optics shuttered, and wishes the guy on the other end would hush and be a little more understanding*
Barricade: *glances at the Prime*
Addison: *well, metal arm is gone, feels for her cane*
Stress Proof: *still sleeping at the couch*
Barricade: *leeeeeeeers at the human, she's bliiiiind... how delightful..............................reaches for her cane*
Chiro: BARRICADE.
Barricade: *or not*
Stress Proof: *twitches awake.... sort of* z_______o
Optimus Prime: *you were dropped on your head as a youngling, weren't you?*
Addison: *head........tilt*
Barricade: *<.< I just wanted to hide it from her. Really.*
Addison: *grabs her foldable cane and turns to the new voices*
Morpho: *hangs upside down from the lowest rafter, holding his hat in place* Don't mind 'em. It's a bar, so you get the sullen types sometimes. And the other's one of the local medics, nicest guy you could ever meet.
Addison: All guys? For alien metal robots, why would you have genders?
Morpho: It's the easiest way to talk about anyone. We don't really got genders as you know 'em.
Addison: Well I should hope not. *envisions giant metal ARUGH* .......Really.
Chiro: *pats Stress*
Morpho: *chuckles*
Stress Proof: ..... z___z
Optimus Prime: *... not even an hour, alright already* *gets himself up again and makes his excuses before heading out*
Chiro: *KNEADS Stress*
Stress Proof: ..... @____o *is awake, is awake, and is cricked up to Pit after a night and day sleeping on a couch* An' a good day to ye, Chiro.
Ironhide: *...Might have been perched at the bar counter playing internet games for the last few hours since the Mun got chased off the compy by thunderstorms....*
Chiro: Good.........day. *eeeeeeeeeeyes his back*
Addison: I should probably head out of here. This isn't a paying gig, unfortunately. *taps her way down the stairs*
Barricade: *bliiiiiiind femme ripe for the tormentings... and the Prime just left…*
Morpho: *drops down lightly* Need a hand gettin' there?
Addison: *Good natured* Do I look like an invalid? Please picture me without the cane. *folds it up to make it easier*
Morpho: *amused* I didn't mean for the gettin', I meant for the distance. Sometimes the place don't put you back where you belong. And if you believe in disembodied arms, you'll believe that too.
Addison: A displaced bar and robots? What's next? Flying saucers and dinosaurs?
Chiro: We do have a dinosaur. A Tylosaurus.
Morpho: *tips his hat down on his face to hide a grin at that*
Addison: .....Now I think you're all just toying with me some more.
Morpho: Honest as a honeybee, miss.
Barricade: *slinks over towards Addison*
Ironhide: *.........Looks up from his video-gaming to eye that pandacar, does*
Addison: *can feel the vibrations...turns to that direction*
Barricade: *sticks face inches from hers*
Addison: *........reaches out to touch the big dark shape near her*
Ironhide: *Offers a warning rumble to that pandacar. Don't be stupid, Cade...*
Barricade: *glances at Ironhide, but doesn't move*
Addison: *traces a headcrest with very gentle fingers, head titled and puzzled as ofuk*
Morpho: *juuuust watchin'*
Chiro: *.................watching you, Saleen...........VERY CLOSELY AND IN WAYS YOU CAN FEEL.*
Galeforce: *Comes in quietly*
Barricade: *oh so still and quiet, is, staaaaaaaaaring at her*
Addison: *cannae see the evil glare, just feeling along getting a general feel for the face* You are....spectacularly formed but with no real eye for conventional forms. ...And I think you have three...no, four eyes... Ok, I believe you about the aliens thing now.
Barricade: *and attempts to envelope her head with his mouth >)*
Morpho: ... That ain't me, miss.
Chiro: *FLAILS*
Ironhide: *-_-;* Barricade!
Addison: *DUCKS O.O * Didn't think it was!
Barricade: *drops his glossa onto her head, then*
Galeforce: *...sigh*
Warbird: *See? Retards.*
Morpho: *XD Ain't worried about 'Cade misbehaving, to be honest. Not with the current audience*
Addison: ......*blinka* No probings please. I wouldn't gestate a alien baby very well. DX
Barricade: *harsh and grating* I think you would.
Addison: *steps baaack*
Barricade: *FACEHUGGERS ... with his TONGUE*
Addison: *freezes! and holds up her hands, working her fingers in mild panic*
Ironhide: *Offers another warning rumble at Barricade...*
Barricade: *kneeeaaaaads her fayce*
Addison: *ewww!*
Morpho: We don't breed like that, miss. He's just the local aft 8D
Darkstalker: *what would June say if she knew you were cheating on her?*
Addison: *jabs her cane for his optic......or nose. SHE'S BLIIND, OK? HER AIM MIGHT BE OFF*
June Frayne: *CLOSE.YOUR.MOUTH.OR HE'LL INVADE IT*
Barricade: *....well that was my nose.*
Addison: *......tap tap with the cane*
Barricade: *no breathing for you x)*
Addison: *STAB with the cane, needs that air!*
Ironhide: *Growls again* Barricade. Let. Her. Go. *makes to heave himself off of his perch in warning*
Galeforce: Barricade.
Chiro: ......BARRICADE!
Morpho: *that's the one XD*
Barricade: *lets go and sucks glossa back where it goes*
Addison: @x *blind look of omg dazed trauma*
Barricade: *yuusssssssssss*
Morpho: *scoots on over to the girl* Gonna be alright?
Ironhide: *hrrumphs* -_-; *Some days... just wants to beat that Saleen with a giant rolled up newspaper. does*
Chiro: *I feel your pain =__=*
Addison: .....tucking pride aside, yes, you can help me out @@
Morpho: *chuckles and does*
Barricade: *grins and slinks on over to the medic couch*
Chiro: *slugs him .... ow. ><*
Barricade: *D8*
Stress Proof: *kneadingzzzzzzzzzzzz*
Ironhide: *....Go Chiro!*
Chiro: *glares at him and hmphs* Jerk. *goes over to sit with Ironhide. And nurse his fist. Hmph.*
Stress Proof: *wait, whut? Where'd the kneadings go? z_@*
Ironhide: *Watches Chiro calmly, but smirks faintly approvingly for the brazen actions*
Barricade: *over that way* *whuffs*
Stress Proof: *looks at that whuff* <<An' a good day to ye, Patches.>> *stretch.......... es, let's not x_@ and scoots aside to make room for the pandacar if he wants it*
Chiro: *totally knows Cade's a jerk but doesn't have to stand by it when he's around. <.<*
Barricade: *does sit on the couch when it's offered* <<Hi.>> =___o;
Ironhide: *The panda car does need to be put in his place now and then* *Leans faintly into the Chinchin a moment before rumbling* Hand okay?
Stress Proof: *eyes him, still trying to wake up* <<What's wrong?>>
Chiro: Oh, it'll be fine. Not the first time I've gotten into a fight with his armor and lost.
Barricade: *yeah because he's totally going to tell Stress 'Oh, I was picking on a human and Chiro took exception to it'* <<Nothing.>>
Ironhide: *Whuffs* Hopefully your point go through to him though *He rumbled and eyeballed that pandacar over his shoulder before looking back to Chiro*
Barricade: *bares teeth at the cheeky Topkick*
Ironhide: *Oh yes. That’s threatening. Horribly so. Paint the Topkick unimpressed*
Stress Proof: <<'Tis always nothing and rarely something with ye, Patches. But yui'll do what yui'll do, I'm sure. Yui're nae in trouble?>>
Barricade: <<Not in the traditional sense, no.>>
Stress Proof: <<... Yuir sense of tradition isnae traditional at all. Is the knee alright?>>
Barricade: <<Yes. It is fine. Chiro cleared it last night but you may look if you so… wish.>>
Stress Proof: <<Nay, I trust Chiro. Is it him yui're in trouble with, then? :3 >>
Barricade: =_= <<... I am unsure of the depth of it. I am fairly certain it is glare-worthy and not couch-worthy. So....maybe.>>
Stress Proof: *snrk- ahem*
Barricade: *BITES the Rover*
Stress Proof: *SQUEAKAH SWATTA!*
Barricade: *x3 Loves that sound*
Galeforce: *Juuuuust concentrates on his cube*
Stress Proof: <<Impudent whelp!>> *grumps, gruuuumps. Even if he's amused*
Barricade: *bites him again*
Stress Proof: *SQUEAKAH SWATTA!*
Barricade: x333333333333333
Stress Proof: *harruuuuuumph-ah!*
Barricade: *is tired. Since Chiro didn’t let him sleep. =_= thus thunks down on the couch cushion next to Stress*
Stress Proof: *ye ought to get into less of a vampire schedule anyways!* *makes room for the pandacar, thrumming low*
Barricade: *I like my schedule!*
Stress Proof: *yui're nae a vampire!*
Morpho: *and comes back in, pondering what to do now*
Barricade: *works to doze anyway*
Stress Proof: *Primus..... tosses a blanket over the pandacar >_> <_<*
Barricade: *.....conks out. zzzzzzzzz*
Chiro: *aaand isn't angry anymore. Is just good old little twitchy chin chin*
Ironhide: *Good. Good. Angry Chinchin's are no good*
Chiro: *...kneads absentmindedly on Ironhide*
Ironhide: *Hardly seems to mind that, and leans into the Chinchin faintly*
Morpho: *heads into the music room*
Antediluvian: *shifts and moves across a rafter beam*
Ironhide: *Casually peers up with the movement on the rafters to see who is up there... since he wasn't paying much attention earlier*
Antediluvian: *has toes on his toes so he can stub his toes while he stubs his toes*
Ironhide: *Have fun stubbing those toes.*
Antediluvian: *hasn't eaten in two weeks. Fortunately, also hasn't moved in two weeks*
Ironhide: *Had forgotten you were there, being a rafter gargoyle. Must be pretty dusty*
Rapid Fire: *Stalks back from his drowning in the hot tub, and up into the rafters-ow- he goes*
Antediluvian: *unmoving*
Rapid Fire: *No wonder you're so slagging old. You don't do anything*
Antediluvian: *...My lack of activity makes me age? I would think time does that, sparkling.*
Ironhide: *Probably still sitting next to the Chinchin*
Rapid Fire: *-_- Your misunderstanding, while comical and possibly indicating you're processor-addled, is unappreciated*
Antediluvian: *rubs hands over his helm and neck, preening slowly*
Rapid Fire: *Staaaaaaares at the old'un*
Antediluvian: *staaaaaaares back, etchings glowing*
Ironhide: *Just gonna mind his own business and not get involved in the glare-o-rama up there*
Rapid Fire: *Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares at the moodlight*
Antediluvian: *should probably find fuel. Creaks to a stand and jumps down, hunting for the cubes he knows to have a name on them*
Antediluvian: *tries the comm. number* <<*click. Click.*>>
Morpho: *stops what he's doing in the music room* <<..... Help you with somethin'?>>
Antediluvian: <<Designated: Morpho.>>
Rapid Fire: *Preens*
Morpho: <<That'd be me, bub. Lookin' for energon?>>
Antediluvian: <<That is correct.>>
Morpho: <<Goin' rate's a straight trade. You bring me fuel, I refine it, you get whatever I got out of it, I keep a cube. 'less you want it flavored, then I keep two.>>
Antediluvian: *ponders this* <>
Morpho: <<Better be honest-like, bub, or we won't be tradin' but the once. Just in case it needs tellin'.>>
Antediluvian: <<Understood.>> *...now to find the energy to... settles to think of a way...Wait. Might have it. Heads out of the skylight in search of some humans who might like stories*
Rapid Fire: *.... >< Hungry. So preens. Angry preening*
Antediluvian: *is going to find some humans who want history, and make them pay for them 8) or tell stories for donations on the streets.*
Morpho: *clever old mech XD Goes back to his sax*
Optimus Prime: *randomly returns with a brief air about him that promises certain doom for everyone involved if he doesn't get ONE night of peace, for the love of Primus... just for a moment*
Rapid Fire: *Has no interest in bothering the Prime. Is just going to sit here. And preen*
Optimus Prime: *Primus help you if he finds out you've been starving yourself, Warthog... you will be brought into his home and you will be stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey*
Morpho: *we can play the footage of his splashy baths after the stuffing's eaten? 8D*
Rapid Fire: *... You know, that sounds worse than the time you shot me to death* *DEATH for you, Aero*
Optimus Prime: *... you would prefer death over energon?*
Rapid Fire: *I don't want to be stuffed like a turkey. Not ever*
Optimus Prime: *it's a figure of speech*
Rapid Fire: *And it still sounds terrible. I don't need to be fed. I'm not an invalid*
Optimus Prime: *starving sounds terrible*
Ironhide: *Yeah. Not terribly fun sounding that*
Rapid Fire: *>< Is eating, it's just a rough patch, shut up*
Optimus Prime: *will asterisk harass you all he wants, because the Mun demands it, because you make her feel AWFUL*
Rapid Fire: *-_< Don't make me leave right now to steal fuel. I'll do it*
Optimus Prime: *no, I'll make you leave to find good, honest energon for yourself, and I know where you can get it, at least two places, and if he's wrong on one account, then there's something wrong with your general*
Derringer: *DRINK GASOLINE. IT’S STOMACH CLOGGINGLY DELICIOUS.*
Ironhide: *Gasoline. Blerch.*
Optimus Prime: *well, it's... not the best fuel, and it makes his tank do horrible things to him, but it's fuel*
Rapid Fire: *I DO NOT know where the Decepticon base is. I will not get energon there. >< And gasoline might kill me*
Optimus Prime: *no, it won't kill you, but it'll make you wish for... unconsciousness, at least* *finds himself a nice couch to lounge on, processors about to split wide open*
Derringer: * Oh, slag ya'll to the pit, it's the meal of champions.*
Ironhide: *Again. Blerch* *Rises again from internet coma... to nod at the Prime calmly*
Morpho: *is playing the sax part of this in the music room: [link] *
Optimus Prime: *runs off a higher grade than some. To each his own* *probably didn't notice that nod from where he's lying on the couch, rubbing at his forehead, staring blankly at the rafters*
Rapid Fire: *A shadow in the rafters, nothing to notice*
Optimus Prime: *will head out on his own later*
Morpho: *heads out to keep his appointments*
Starscream: *Always wise*

September 5, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-22T07:12:57Z

Antediluvian: *shifts in the rafters*
Nightfall: *walks into the bar, chased by a raven drone*
Barricade: *oddly, asleep on a loveseat sized couch. Do Not Disturb.*
Nightfall: *hey there, and sure will*
Stress Proof: *shuffles out of the back on auto-pilot, nursing a cuppa of plain no-grade* *this lack o' joe, it is cruel*
Barricade: *.....Stress-sense... it is tingling...*
Stress Proof: *get thee to yuir sleep, Patches*
Nightfall: *Just let me know about it, and I can send Helix your way? :3* hey there, Stress Proof
Stress Proof: z_o .... o_z ........ *oh, WAIT!* An' a good day to ye, Nightfall.
Barricade: *sits up, bedheadedly ruffled and mostly asleep*
Nightfall: Day of the zombies? But hey, as long as there's no biting or going for my processor… *grins*
Barricade: *streeeeeeeeeeeetches jaws in a yawn that you might be able to see all the way down to his aft during*
Stress Proof: Ach, I'll be fine in a wee bit. Just need to get me fuel tank going. How are ye? *mild o.O at 'Cade*
Barricade: *SNAPS jaws shut. o_z*
Nightfall: *bear trap* I'm good, managed to avoid getting my processor tied up in knots for a couple days even *reaches up to scritch Penna*
Stress Proof: And what was the reason ye might have gotten it like that to begin with, hm? *heads behind the counter to see if there's mech cuppas still about*
Nightfall: Between medical training, and a little other work, entirely my own fault if it did :3
Barricade: *...hnn...lays back down and drowses*
Stress Proof: Aye an' that's true 8) *ah-ha-ha, mugs! Gets them, and a cube from a compartment, and pours some into two cuppas* Enjoying yuir lessons, I hope? *offers one to NF and nabs the other, scooching over to the lazy bum of a Saleen with it*
Barricade: *sleeps during the day. You know this, Rover* *does, however, scooch onto one side of the couch should he want the other*
Nightfall: *lifts a finger* Not a moment I've regretted it yet, and I get to practice my sense of humor. Thanks, no-grade?
Stress Proof: Of course. I wouldnae inflict anything else on ye, yet. *though the cuppa I'm offering the pandacar might be a closer match to what I'm drinking >_>*
Barricade: *peers with one beady optic at the cup, and reaches up to try and dig his talons into the Rover's thigh/bum to drag him down onto the couch. XD Pointy love style*
Stress Proof: *will stay, sit and chat while he tries to wake up* @____x *I'm coming, I'm coming!*
Barricade: *will sleep, drowse, doze, and be otherwise unobtrusive*
Nightfall: *then it's appreciated*
Rapid Fire: *Lands heavily on the roof, and lurks inside to the rafters*
Nightfall: Hey there
Rapid Fire: .... Hello.
Nightfall: *just going to sit over here and poke at this datapad I got :3*
Rapid Fire: *Preening out bullets*
Sideswipe: *Moves out from the back to get out of the medbay for just a little bit* *whuff*
Barricade: *still asleep on the couch, prolly still with Stress.*
Stress Proof: *working on his cuppa, decidedly more awake now, sitting with the pandacar*
Sideswipe: *looks behind the counter on the chance there is something to consume back there* .........Bah.
Rapid Fire: *Arugh, preening... >< Never feel clean again...*
Sideswipe: *Coooooties*
Rapid Fire: *You'll be getting yours, oh yes*
Barricade: *and DIGS talons into Stress's thigh in his sleep*
Stress Proof: *yelps! and swats!* *Cade* <<Patches!>>
Barricade: *o___________z?* *activates one beady optic*
Sideswipe: -_o
Stress Proof: <<Claws out of the auld Rover, please.>> *>_o*
Barricade: *Hnnn, peels talons out of his armor 8)*
Rapid Fire: *-_- Decepticon Elites are weird.* *Preeening*
Roth Red: *bites Cade's foot >wwww< *
Barricade: *WHIRLS and SNAPS at whatever it was*
Roth Red: *UNDER THE COUCH OO; *
Stress Proof: <<BESSIE!>> *D< Dinnae ye bite me Autopup, so help me Primus!* *stands up to reach for Roth*
Barricade: *... BUT HE BIT ME FIRST D<*
Roth Red: *but I'm cute X3 who will believe you?* *whiiiiiines and peeks out at Stress, wagging his tail*
Barricade: *.....LKSHFUIJSLKSS*
Stress Proof: *he's right, ye know 83* *has a chewy strip for the pup, one of his last*
Roth Red: *<3333333333 doggie kisses for you*
Freya: *lands on the roof, has been having a grand time riding thermals, but is glad to cool off a bit now*
Stress Proof: *pets the Autopup XD*
Roth Red: *is a horribly devious pup XD and knows it*
Rapid Fire: *>< Can't get the projectiles out his back... *
Luna: *lands outside and comes in*
Stress Proof: *83 knows it too, but that doesnae mean I willnae pamper ye shamelessly* An' a good day to ye, Luna.
Luna: Hello Stress Proof. How are you?
Stress Proof: Ach, as well as a medic without his morning cuppa can be 83 And yuirself?
Roth Red: <<It's night.>> *grooooooooooomlick his hand*
Barricade: *grumbles and slinks on off to go pester someone else. Likely a human.*
Stress Proof: *Cade* <<Mind yuir knee, Patches.>> *leeeet's not pester me hands, pup, pets his audios*
Rapid Fire: *Wildfire* <<Bit, I need your... assistance.>>
Luna: I'm doing alright, I suppose
Wildfire: <<Oh?>> *finally need help pulling your head outta your aft?*
Rapid Fire: *>< Shut up, or I'll ignore the bullets in my spine* <<Meet me at the bar?>>
Wildfire: <<On my way.>>
Rapid Fire: *Blaaaaaargh*
Stress Proof: "Suppose"?
Luna: Well, I've been better, but I've also been a lot worse
Stress Proof: Ach, well, that's the norm for all of us, aye?
Luna: *nods* Do you know if I can get some energon here? We have to pay for it now, don't we?
Darkstalker: *slinks out from the back, swiping some of those energon crunchies, nibbling on one or two and subspacing the rest*
Rapid Fire: *Drops down onto the bar counter by the crunchies bowl*
Wildfire: *saunters in*
Stress Proof: I dinnae know, honestly. Ratchet brings the medbay supplies from Base, and 'tis good enough for the medics on-site. If'n you want, there's rations back at Base, or there's... at least one mech I know of who's trading for energon, aye.
Antediluvian: *oh look, the whore-femme is alive still*
Rapid Fire: *Looks over at WF, unrepentant of his actually being on the damn bar counter*
Darkstalker: *to the Pit with you, you senile slagger*
Luna: Alright. *little sigh, little smile* I kind of miss the days when it was for free
Wildfire: <<Well, here I am.>> *sidles up to him* .....<<You're shot all to hell....>>
Stress Proof: Ach, that was a gift, and we aught be grateful for it. But 'twasnae free in Cybertron and 'twasnae free during peacetime. An honest mech finds work to pay for his no-grade ^__^
Rapid Fire: <<Thanks, I never noticed that. -_-> > *Hops off the counter* <>
Wildfire: <<......You do realize we have a competent team of MEDICS nearby, right?>>
Luna: Good thing we still need scouts and look-outs then.
Rapid Fire: <<And? Are you going to help me or not?>>
Wildfire: <<...-_- Yes, I'll help you. Come to the back. *idiot* >>
Rapid Fire: *Stalks off to the back*
Wildfire: *urge to kick his aft, rising...follows*
Rapid Fire: *Can still put you in your place, shot up or not!*
Darkstalker: *BJ* <<'Jack? You still alive?>> *has missed him, has*
Wildfire: *Oooh don't move too much 8D you might rupture something*
Blackjack: *DS* <<Yeah, of course I am. Are you okay?>>
Rapid Fire: *-__- I foresee ass-kickings. For you*
Wildfire: *Yeah yeah, now bend over so I can dig those out*
Stress Proof: Aye. There's rations down at Base, if'n that's where ye work.
Wildfire: *who's your dadd-ahem, digging out bullets*
Rapid Fire: *I'm going to have to wound you. -_-*
Luna: I kind of work all over the place, on patrols
Darkstalker: *BJ* <<More or less. I've missed you, though. Did you hear about the fight last night?>>
Blackjack: *DS* <<No, I haven't. What happened?>>
Wildfire: <<Where the slag did you get these?>>
Rapid Fire: <<Why do you care?>>
Wildfire: <<Gee, I wonder. Just tell me.>>
Stress Proof: That would mean yui're entitled to yuir share at the Base, aye?
Rapid Fire: <<No. You'll get all uppity Autobot on me.>>
Wildfire: *......smacka the back of his head*
Rapid Fire: *>< Bites at her*
Darkstalker: *BJ* <<An Autobot I'm not really familiar with...so I don't know his name, got jumped by the enemy last night. Pretty beat up, got medevac'd back here to the Bar.>>
Wildfire: Watch it!
Rapid Fire: Don't hit me, Bit.
Blackjack: <<Well, here's hoping he'll be okay. Are you at the bar now? I'll come and see you>>
Wildfire: That wasn't a hit. Now stop moving. I'm digging out bullets with my talons, for Primus' sake. That'll be something to explain to the medics. "Sorry, I paralyzed Rapid Fire because he wouldn't stay still while I was performing a third-world operation" ..........
Rapid Fire: *Grumbles and stays still... If only because it would suck unbelievably to be crippled*
Darkstalker: *starts to nod, but then remembers that it can't be seen over a comm. >_>;;;;* <<Yeah, I am.>>
Blackjack: <<Okay, I'm on my way>>
Barricade: *....*
Rapid Fire: *I do believe you gonna get a whuppin', girl*
Wildfire: *leans over him to dig out the bullets* You are such a idiot at times.
Darkstalker: *is just curled up, waiting for BJ, though doesn't know how far out he is or anything...*
Rapid Fire: Shut up. I seem to recall you getting shot up more than once back in the day.
Windshift: *wanders in, tired as all hell, and parks herself in a nearby booth*
Wildfire: I went to medics. *drrrry tone*
Rapid Fire: Your medics aren't as likely to do something unscrupulous.
Lawn Gnomes: *wander in*
Darkstalker: ...o____O
Wildfire: ...Mmhmm. *PLUCK 8D oh that was a deep one*
Rapid Fire: *TWITCH*
Windshift: *... what is this, automated target practice?*
Lawn Gnomes: *BLEGH! No respect for short folk. NONE.*
Darkstalker: *grabs another handful of energon crunchies off the bar counter, stashing most of them in subspace and nibbling on another one or two*
Lawn Gnomes: *sprawl out on the hearth*
Severed Arm: *Skitters out of a vent, near the hearth*
Windshift: *watches those gnomes, not quite sure what to make of them* oO;
Sabotage: *peers over at her*
Darkstalker: *back over to a couch for me...o_o*
Blackjack: *pulls up outside, transforms and steps in* ...... gnomes?
Morpho: *cloaked and silent, slips in from the roof and perches on one of the high rafters*
Darkstalker: *cheepas at BJ* Dunno....they just showed up just now.
Blackjack: hmm... guess there's still some magic around this place. *carefully steps around the gnomes and towards Dark*
Severed Arm: *Craaawls over to Sabotage*
Windshift: *blink*... What magic?
Blackjack: *looks at Windshift... another newbie?*
Lawn Gnomes: *WE'RE NOT GNOMES, WE'RE MECHS DX*
Blackjack: This place used to have quite a lot of magic and other otherwise unexplainable things. Now there's not so much
Lawn Gnomes: *We're [link] 8D*
Blackjack: *your title says Lawn Gnomes....*
Lawn Gnomes: *Aye. Tis the official title Ironhide gave us*
Blackjack: *well, why'd you have to go confusing my Mun like that?*
Darkstalker: *and mine too! D8*
Wildfire: *PLUCK.................* ...Might want to ah...get someone to look at that one ><;
Blackjack: *we were picturing little gnomes, like with beards and caps and fishing rods, like you'd find in a garden*
Lawn Gnomes: *We're a Lotus D8*
Rapid Fire: *OW!* What are you doing back there?!
Blackjack: *then you should be labeled as such*
Windshift: *that might've been a better choice of description, yes oO*
Blackjack: *ANYWHO, hugs DS*
Wildfire: .......*licks the blood off her talons* Nothing! ><;
Windshift: *blinks again* I heard something about it.
Darkstalker: *LATCHES ONTO AND SNUGS*
Rapid Fire: *>< You are lucky I have next to no sense of smell* Be careful.
Blackjack: *oo woah, you really must have missed me*
Wildfire: I am but I'm no medic. *blarugh*
Windshift: *well... she's probably intruding on something, so lets them be*
Rapid Fire: Evidently. *Still won't be seeing a proper one!*
Wildfire: *idjit* I think that was the last one.
Subterfuge: *curls up under his brother*
Darkstalker: *of course! Why wouldn't I miss you?*
Rapid Fire: Fine. Back off. *Stands up prope-ow*
Severed Arm: *o3o Investigating the gnomes*
Morpho: *watching the mechs down below, nothing but a ghost up there*
Wildfire: You really should go to a medic...even White Noise if you have to.
Windshift: *probably heard you come in, but isn't paying much attention to the up of the bar at the moment*
Rapid Fire: ... What did you do?
Sabotage: *eyeballing him a Severed Arm*
Wildfire: Nothing.......................................................................well...
Severed Arm: *They's tiny mechs... o3o is an interested arm*
Rapid Fire: What did you do, Bit. -_-
Wildfire: Well, that last bullet was in there rather deep. ><;
Rapid Fire: And...?
Wildfire: *.....holds up her bloody talons with a sheepish look*
Morpho: *came in cloaked and silent, and at the same time as a mech walked through the door, so that's up for grabs*
Rapid Fire: . . . Hm. How bad is it?
Windshift: *takes to watching the arm*
Darkstalker: *snugs and kneads on a BJ*
Wildfire: No more than a nuisance, I'm sure.
Subterfuge: *prods the arm*
Rapid Fire: Fine. *Yup, going to ignore it*
Severed Arm: *Cliiiings to the pokings*
Wildfire: You are so stubborn.
Subterfuge: o__o
Severed Arm: *^__^ Cliiiiiings*
Rapid Fire: *Huffs* No, I'm not.
Blackjack: *has a seat, hasn't had a chance to sit down for a while*
Darkstalker: *that's the great thing about couches...space for more than one 8D* So, what have you been up to these days?
Wildfire: Mhmm. *crosses her arms*
Rapid Fire: *Staaaaaaaaaaaares at her*
Wildfire: What?
Rapid Fire: ... Nothing. *Stalks out of the room, for the bar main*
Wildfire: *shakes her head and follows him out*
Windshift: *huggy little thing*
Rapid Fire: *Just goes back up into the rafters-ow*
Subterfuge: *shaaaakes arm*
Severed Arm: *Shaaaaken @@*
Blackjack: Scouting, patrolling...
Darkstalker: *churrs softly, feeling just a touch more neurotic over her belief that she's not a good enough medic yet to earn an honest cube, and currently having no other skills for earning an honest cube either*
Rapid Fire: *Bah, honest cubes... >>*
Darkstalker: *does NOT like the idea of being a total freeloader*
Rapid Fire: *Then get your energy the old fashioned way*
Windshift: *... speaking of which, when am I going to be allowed back on duty?*
Ratchet: *when Perseco gives me a positive report on you*
Darkstalker: *kneadkneadknead*
Blackjack: How about you? Still helping in the medbay?
Luna: *preens her wings*
Rapid Fire: *-_- My back is bleeding. This is not fun*
Windshift: *will get on that then*
Darkstalker: *nods* Yeah, though sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be as good as, say, Ratchet or Stress...
Blackjack: *smiles* You're still young, Dark. Really young. And in case you haven’t noticed, Ratchet and Stress aren't. If you keep at it, you will become as good as they are some day. *nuzzles*
Stress Proof: *zzzzzzz'd on the couch*
Roth Red: *sprawled across Stress' foot zzzzzz*
Windshift: *gets up after a while and heads into the bunks for stasis*
Darkstalker: *little purr* Yeah. Just be kinda nice to not feel so much like a third wheel on a motorcycle.
Blackjack: Pish. Stop putting yourself down. You've helped to save lives here. You're still learning medical skills, right?
Darkstalker: *nodnod* I don't want anyone -- especially those I care about -- to die if it can be prevented. That's why I want to be a medic.
Rapid Fire: *Preens*
Blackjack: Well, with drive and passion like that in your Spark, then some day you will be. *kneads her*
Darkstalker: *purrs and kneads back* *softly* Sometimes, I get nightmares that you, or Delta, or anyone else I care about, are severely injured in a battle, and all I can do is hold your hand and watch you die. I don't get them as often anymore, but when I do...they still hurt, like jumping into a smelting pool.
Blackjack: Awww. *holds her close, kneads her* It's okay now.
Darkstalker: *clingas and kneads*
Blackjack: *purrs for her*
Darkstalker: *snugs, starts to purr too, is kinda tired and cuddly*
Blackjack: *head to the back with DS*
Luna: *leaves and flies off*

September 4, 2009 - DHQ

2009-12-22T06:56:17Z

Fireblast: *paces having not seen the sun in Primus knows how long* *and hisses at whoever goes by her cell*

September 4, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-22T06:55:25Z

Jolt: *TUMBLES IN, squeaking DX*
Firedrake: *comes in from the back...pausing at the arrival of the tumbling Jolt*
Jolt: *rubs head ><*
Firedrake: *I consider myself lucky, for not having had an arrival like that. Bar intervention or not* *walks over to offer a hand* are you ok?
Jolt: Yeah. *shakes head* I am a Volt. Not a cat. I can't help landing on my head. x__X *gets up and dusts himself off*
Firedrake: *pulls her hand back then* As long as your helm doesn't crack from it.
Jolt: It's pretty thick. 8)
Firedrake: Hmm, better than the alternative *may be lightly amused*
Jolt: *grins a bit*
Firedrake: Was the bar up to its usual tricks, or just accident?
Jolt: I think it was the bar. Still getting used to the idea of a building teleporting me at its whim though. o_<
Firedrake: I suppose I have been lucky in that it hasn't done it to me as of yet. But I would still agree
Jolt: Who are you?
Firedrake: Designated Firedrake
Jolt: Hi. ^_^
Firedrake: And yours? *extends her hand in a proper greeting* *maybe the 'bitties' are known by most, names at least. But there's a thing about being polite*
Jolt: *shakes her hand after a second of thinking* Jolt. ^_^
Firedrake: *human customs, hmmn?* *for me though, so are the consequences from spending so much time around Stream* do you have anything to drink? Otherwise I can spare a cube
Swifthunt: *steps in, carrying a datapad and a small crate* ...................-___-
Firedrake: *another victim of the bar* *looks up from the table where she seated herself after Jolt went on his way*
Swifthunt: *... was busy, slaggit. Nods curtly to the femme, as he knows her, looking about and trying to figure out -why- he's here*
Firedrake: Good day *does it always have to be a reason?*
Swifthunt: *one would hope so* *ack, being spoken to* ... Good day... Firedrake. Is there... a problem here?
Firedrake: Not that I am aware of. Other than that the bar seems to wish company. You are the second mech today snatched from his business
Swifthunt: *makes a low sound at that* Yourself?
Firedrake: I seem to have escaped such so far. Never mind that stating that now may curse it. Irritating, I imagine, as you might have had work to do?
Swifthunt: *nods a bit, hesitating for a moment* Maintenance duties. Not too many are... interested in such things back at base. *.... conversation, I fail at it* ................ You are... well?
Firedrake: Hmm, I imagine. Especially now, with the freedoms they might have. I am well, you?
Swifthunt: *automatically* Fit for duty. *sets the crate on the counter, one hand over it* Have there been further news on the enemy?
Firedrake: *that is a response that would have spurred questions if from anyone of the troop she once was a part of* Other than the informant they got among us, found out a few days ago, none.
Swifthunt: *rumbles briefly at that, talons ticking* Perhaps there will be a chance in the future to balance accounts with -that- one.
Firedrake: *In her mind, that demonstrated perfectly why any new arrivals shouldn't be simply welcomed into everyone's trust. Not -locking them up-, by any means. But a careful watch never hurts* I certainly would not mind if it came up. We struck a considerable blow at them some time ago. But with their numbers -likely- being much less, they can move stealthily all the easier
Patch Work: *comes into the bar from the medbay, as was kicked out of the medbay T-T*
Swifthunt: They will be found and dealt with. *because I for one won't rest until they are* *turns to look at the new mech and stiffens, looking away, doing his best not to bristle*
Patch Work: *.........can I come back in the medbay now?! Seeker out here who cleeeeearly doesn't like meeeee o.o;;;;;;;;*
Swifthunt: *don't feel like you're special, medic. I dislike -all- of you equally but one*
Patch Work: *retreats back in the back*
Hawk: *comes into the bar, tail flicking back and forth*
Swifthunt: *watches the new Seeker femme warily, talons ticking over his crate*
Hawk: *eyes Swifthunt and nods to him respectfully* *didn't even mean to come here, but since for some reason no matter which direction she flies she keeps finding herself over the bar, decided to find out why -_-*
Swifthunt: *welcome to the club -_-* *nods curtly at the femme*
Rapid Fire: *Rafter lurking, it's his favorite day*
Firedrake: Call me should you have the opportunity to take down a few of them, if I'm lucky, I'll be close enough. And I can return the favor? *nodded to Patch Work, and greets Hawk as well*
Skua: *by far more sore and stiff than he cares about. And so, among other things, is wondering why he spends any longer periods awake*
Ratchet: *because life's out there, not in here*
Donovan Allen: *-_-* *is still here*
Hawk: I'm Hawk. *to Swifthunt*
Swifthunt: *split-second drone-in-headlights look* ... Swifthunt, Patrol Officer.
Skua: *grumbles the hell out of his Mun* *apparently, there are those who leave me no other choice. However much he is ignoring -his- life for it*
Hawk: Well met.
Donovan Allen: *is stubborn, is waiting you hunk of metal*
Swifthunt: ..... *politeness, ack* Same to you.
Firedrake: *gives a nod in Hawk's direction*
Hawk: *nods to Firedrake* I do not know you either.
Skua: *....have to admit that being stuck in here if leaving him feeling increasingly pressured. As those repair systems may be doing some of what they are supposed to. And so he would not mind getting outside for a bit, one way or another*
Donovan Allen: Skua? You awake?
Firedrake: Designated Firedrake, and you?
Skua: I could say no
Hawk: I am Hawk.
Donovan Allen: *snorts* Sort of ruins it if you answer back
Skua: I imagine so
Donovan Allen: *rolls his eyes* So have you finally decided to live?
Skua: *...doesn't answer directly* I would not mind seeing something other than the ceiling here
Donovan Allen: Good. That's progress. *probably was fired from SAR but oh well*
Skua: *neglecting your duties for this...* *is likely well enough to be let up, though it may be a while still before he's off the injured list* *if the medics would be so kind about the restrains though. And...may need a bit of steadying if going anywhere >.>*
Patch Work: *comes into the medbay* *blinks seeing Skua awake, thank Primus* Good to see you back on this side of life.
Swifthunt: *well, keeps an optic on his crate and goes to check behind the counter, just in case*
Rapid Fire: *Eyeing that crate, idly*
Swifthunt: *.... my crate? o.O Are you truly that bored?*
Hawk: *gotta admit, is curious too*
Rapid Fire: *Yup. That bored*
Squiggly the Loach: *Flailing around her cube back there*
Swifthunt: *asdfasdggsdf NO. Steps back o_<*
Squiggly the Loach: *:3 Hiiiiiiiiiii*
Swifthunt: *....... -__- Just goes to look in the other cabinets*
Swifthunt: *nothing in the cabinets, so goes to check the dusty crates and such against the back wall, still keeping an eye on his own crate*
Darkstalker: *comes out from the back, keeping her optics open for any unattended energon that might be swipe-able*
Rapid Fire: *Watching you, femme*
Darkstalker: *well, don't leave your cubes unattended, and they won't "disappear" on you 83*
Rapid Fire: *Only cube left down there has a loach in it*
Darkstalker: *hasn't yet gone crazy enough to steal the loach's habitat*
Rapid Fire: *Drops down onto the bar counter by the bowl of crunchies*
Darkstalker: *watches him warily, but makes no move towards him*
Rapid Fire: *Is just being an aft today, and guarding the bowl from her*
Darkstalker: *simply unsubspaces a few crunchies to nibble on, thinking on various things*
Swifthunt: *still looking around behind the counter, and just looks up briefly at the Seeker and the femme, but as long as they aren't near his crate, life's good*
Rapid Fire: *Leaving your crate alone*
Darkstalker: *nowhere near your crate. Would like to rifle through it, but that's not happening with both of you around...*
Jolt: *broadcast* <<SIDESWIPE, HELP ME!!>>
Sideswipe: *wherever he is, FREAKS OUT for a split second* <<Where are you?>>
Rapid Fire: *Now, what bear did the brat poke this time?*
Jolt: <<*fighting sounds. Isn't paying attention to his comm.*>>
Nautilus: *Umm D8 UUMMMMM T_T distracts the Necros to save the electric blue Volt...............I'm gonna take a beating over this, ah am*
Codex: *..........FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODDESS, YOU PESTILENTIAL RAT, what is WRONG with you?!*
Darkstalker: *o____O*
Nautilus: *I'M CLUMSY*
Swifthunt: *looks up sharply, launching himself outside*
Sideswipe: *trying to track the signal*
Rapid Fire: *Stays right where he is on that bar counter*
Darkstalker: *maybe should head to medbay to help make sure they're ready? Since they'll probably need it...*
Jolt: <<*SQUEALS*>>
Redback: *comes rolling up to the bar, izza very dirty, ashy Ute*
Swifthunt: *neatly avoids the Autobot and launches upwards to try and triangulate from the broadcast signal*
Sideswipe: *Oooh, when I find them......*
Redback: O.o *transforms, wtf?*
Jolt: <<SIDESWIPE! OPTIMUS! RATCHET!>>
Redback: *oh Primus*
Ratchet: <<COORDINATES, JOLT!>> *is going to kill someone. Is. Going. To. Kill. Someone*
Starscream: *Now this might be interesting...*
Jolt: <
Bumblebee: *>__<!!!*
Nautilus: *Oops ><;; clumsy me, I'd be running now, Jolt.* *..........sends the coordinates to Hide. HURRY*
Darkstalker: *o_________o*
Jolt: *goes silent on the comms*
Sideswipe: <<Jolt? Jolt!>>
Jolt: <<*white noise and static*>>
Darkstalker: *heads back to medbay to help any remaining senior medics prepare for the inevitable incoming wounded*
Bumblebee: *oooooooooh this is baaaaaaad*
Stress Proof: *working on it already, get those trays if'n ye would, lass -_-*
Chiro: *setting up the berths, Stress*
Darkstalker: *does whatever they need her to do* *might seem a bit 'off', though it would be more noticeable by those who know her well*
Ironhide: *...Gets the coordinates... and then quickly sends them out to those who need to know and maybe some who don’t. With a srss air of Get your Asses moving*
Sideswipe: *FINALLY*
Bumblebee: *doesn't need to be told twice*
Ratchet: *you ain't never seen a Hummer move so fast*
Sideswipe: *will beat you all...’cept for the fraggin’ seekers*
Ironhide: *Gets his ass-a-moving as well*
Bumblebee: *VROOM*
Nautilus: *Busy running from his own kind 8D DX *
Redback: *gonna stand by in case they need back-up*
Codex: *pooooooor you >83*
Nautilus: * T_T You are so mean to me*
Rapid Fire: *Nope. Not going anywhere. Is going to sit on this bar counter, and preen*
Codex: *I will be having WORDS with you later, you rodent -__-*
Nautilus: *Words usually involve your fists T_T *
Codex: *I have an ample vocabulary*
Nautilus: *Then you won't hit me? 8D ? *
Codex: *...... sure. Come here and let's "chat" -3-*
Jolt: *T_______________________________T*
Bumblebee: *Jolt* <<Hang on>>
Nautilus: *......ok o.o * *IS REALLY THAT STUPID*
Jolt: <<*faintly, through static* Bee!>>
Sideswipe: *gets to Jolt's location in time to DECAPITATE a random Necrofuck*
Codex: *................... THROTTLES A LA HOMER*
Darkstalker: *if medbay is fully prepped before patients arrive, will find herself a place out of the way to sit until she's needed again*
Nautilus: *YOU LIED TO ME*
Codex: *WHATEVER GAVE YOU THAT IDEA? STRAAAAA-A-AAAAANGLE*
Nautilus: *GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKAKAGHGHGGHAKKKKKKHKKKKKKAKCKAKAKAK @X *
Bumblebee: *VROOM*
Optimus Prime: *helps out if he's close enough*
Sideswipe: Jolt? *looks around the clearing he's in, twin blades at the ready*
Jolt: *heaped on the ground*
Codex: *in the name of your word, Lord and Lady, do we REALLY need this idiot alive? -___- Can't someone else replace him?*
Ironhide: *Is happy to appear and start laying down the generic carnage on some Necros as needed >] *
Attuli: *Can you stear da ship?*
Codex: *...................no'm -__-;*
Sideswipe: Jolt! *skids to his side and caaaaaaaarefully checks him over* *Ratchet* <<Get.here.now.>> *coordinates*
Attuli: *Den shuddup and dun break heem again*
Codex: *siiiiiiiiiiigh..... yes'm. You lucky slagger*
Bumblebee: *arrives on-scene and starts to blast what Necros he can find*
Necros: *BLARGH! WE DUN LIKE YOU! and run like pansies*
Ironhide: * yes. Run like little girls!*
Bumblebee: *not feeling merciful*
Necros: *WE'RE ALREADY RUNNING LIKE GIRLS! CAN'T TELL US WHAT TO DO >(*
Jolt: *consciousness? Whassat?*
Attuli: *...............>< *
Ratchet: *pulls over, already going into transformation, to gallop on over to Jolt and Sides and set to work*
Ironhide: *Was just stating a fact! *
Bumblebee: Are we just going to let them get away?
Necros: *ATOOLI WE NEARLY KILL'D AN AUTOBOT 8D*
Sideswipe: *will not fuss like a mother hen -_- that is just uncool*
Codex: *oh, for Primus' sake... Fires a few missiles at the Autobots and takes off with the IDIOT NAVIGATOR WITH TWO LEFT FEET*
Attuli: *......Did you keel heem?*
Jolt: *......faint keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen*
Necros: *No 8D* *but ALMOST*
Sideswipe: *FIRES at the incoming missiles to give cover *
Ironhide: *Firing happy salvos of OhFuckDoom after those fleeing girlybots*
Bumblebee: *grrr* *fires at them*
Attuli: *DEN WE NAWT BE CELEBRATIN, YA MORONS*
Necros: *....Oh D8*
Ratchet: *perfectly happy to trust his peeps to cover his back while he works on stabilizing the kid*
Nautilus: * T_T *
Darkstalker: *just waitin'....* *unsubspaces an energon candy to slowly nibble on* u_u
Ratchet: *sealing lines, cutting energy flow to torn wiring* *broadcast* <<Medevac required to *which one's closer* Bar medbay.>>
Sideswipe: *crouched nearby Jolt*
Jolt: *reeeaaaches for Sideswipe*
Sideswipe: *reaaaaches out a hand, the blade put away by Bay-magic*
Jolt: *Bay magic is awesome 8D* *grasps his hand tightly*
Sideswipe: *Because seriously, WHERE THE HELL DO THE BLADES GO? THEY ARE HUGE, IT MAKES NO SENSE*
Ratchet: *very carefully working on the delicate electricity emission systems*
Ironhide: *Lawn gnomes. When in doubt, blame a lawn gnome*
Michael Bay: *JUST DEAL WITH IT*
Ratchet: *SOMEONE SHOOT THE SLAGGER!*
Sideswipe: *OR WHAT? YOU'LL BLOW ME U-dealing with it, sir*
Subterfuge: *HEY! WE DIDN'T DO NOTHING!*
Michael Bay: *THAT IS WHAT I THOUGHT, BIZNATCH. *z-snaps and walks off-set*
Starscream: *Ciiircling the scene like a vulture*
Sideswipe: *ANYONE BUT THAT FUCKER*
Sideswipe: *lowly to Ratch* .......Permission to shoot Starscream down, sir? >.>;
Ratchet: That depends on whether he offers a medevac or not.
Sideswipe: You're not seriously thinking to let him carry Jolt....
Starscream: *Could easily haul away a Volt. But what's in it for him?*
Bumblebee: *keeping an optic on the bitch Seeker*
Ratchet: I said if he offered. I didn't say I'd accept!
Sideswipe: ........
Jolt: *sputterKEEN*
Rapid Fire: *Primusdamnit FINE* <<Medivac still required?>>
Ratchet: <<YES, slaggit! *coordinates*>>
Sideswipe: * ><;; * I'm right here, kid.
Rapid Fire: *-_- Takes off out the skylight, is on his slagging way*
Jolt: Sssssiide…swipe...
Sideswipe: *kneads his hand. Must not burn down small villages* It's ok. You'll be bugging everyone soon enough.
Starscream: *Ciiiiiiircling.... and disappears*
Sideswipe: Rat with wings -_-
Bumblebee: *still alert*
Ratchet: Sooner, even.
Rapid Fire: *Blargh, is here. >< Even though he hates it, and doesn't want to help any of you* *Lands heavily*
Jolt: ............DON'T LET HIM EAT ME! *squeals*
Sideswipe: .............. He's not going to eat you.
Jolt: YES HE WILL.
Sideswipe: No, he won't!
Ratchet: ................ Is there something I should know? *quickly improvising a medevac harness for the Volt*
Jolt: *Warblesob*
Rapid Fire: . . . Do you want me to drag him somewhere or not?
Ratchet: Yes. Bar Medbay, please.
Jolt: *is going to diiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee*
Sideswipe: I'll go with you. X.o
Rapid Fire: Carrying two will be slower.
Ratchet: He's stable enough to manage. *giving Sides a look that says WE WILL BE SPEAKING LATER*
Sideswipe: *WHAT DID I DO.........this time?*
Ratchet: *I DON'T KNOW YET, but so help me Primus I WILL FIND OUT*
Sideswipe: *ARE YOU MENTAL?*
Rapid Fire: *Waiting to be given the medical harness so this can be done with. -_- Has lurking to do*
Ratchet: *YES. YOU'VE DRIVEN ME INSANE. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!* *fits the harness around Jolt, giving the leads to RF*
Jolt: *WARBLEKEENING*
Sideswipe: Ratchet, I have to go with him!
Ratchet: I know. GO, Primusdammit.
Rapid Fire: *>< Not going to eat you right now, brat* *Loops the leads around his middle, can't take off or land in alt while carrying anything, without dragging it horribly on the ground* Figure it out quickly, Autobot.
Sideswipe: *whoohoo, goes to hitch a ride, giving RF a leery look*
Rapid Fire: *Methinks my dignity is all but dead, now* *Just get on, you >_<*
Sideswipe: *Like I like this at all -_- * *......HI HO, SILVER. AWAAAAAY*
Rapid Fire: *>< Takes off, just keep your bits out of my turbines or we're all fucked*
Sideswipe: *god we look stupid -_- *
Ironhide: *Takes snap shots to torment Sideswipe with later >_> *
Sideswipe: *ALKSDGHSDHG*
Jolt: *T___T*
Rapid Fire: *>< Never doing this again. NOT. EVER.*
Ratchet: *transforms and starts roaring down on his way to the Bar* *Med-broadcast* <<Bar Medbay, be advised, injured en-route via medevac.>>
Sideswipe: *......starts humming the theme to Neverending Story*
Ironhide: *Starts to head his own ass back to the bar, after checking the area once again*
Rapid Fire: *>< HAAAAAATE*
Bumblebee: *sigh* *also, hey, it's not me driving Ratchet around the bend for once ^^*
Ratchet: *someday will kill you all. So he can put you all back together and KILL YOU ALL AGAIN*
Rapid Fire: *>< Is at the bar, lands as carefully as he can, now OFF. OFF*
Sideswipe: *clings to him XD *
Rapid Fire: If you do not get off right now, I will kill you.
Sideswipe: Is he set down gently?
Ratchet: *will you QUIT PLAYING AND GET JOLT TO MEDBAY, you silver-painted, glitch-witted AFT!*
Jolt: *warbles*
Sideswipe: *I AM, DAMMIT*
Rapid Fire: Yesss. OFF.
Sideswipe: Good. *jumps off and fusses over Jolt to get him to medbay ><;; * *medbay* <<Got Jolt coming in.>>
Jolt: *clings to him, half conscious*
Stress Proof: *calmly* <<We're ready.>>
Sideswipe: *Is short x.x but thinks he can manage to carry him*
Rapid Fire: *Takes off to go scrub the Autobot germs away*
Speedtrap: *Cooties*
Sideswipe: *sexxay cooties*
Jolt: *BUT D8 RATCHET SAID I HAD MY COOTIE SHOT*
Rapid Fire: *>_< WHY COULDN'T YOU LEAVE ME DEAD, BIT?!*
Ezra'il: *Seriously.*
Stress Proof: *waiting to help ye by the medbay door, lad*
Wildfire: *...so you could get our cooties*
Ironhide: *Is starting to think that Crazy is just something their race is afflicted with in general... over something caused by the bar...*
Sideswipe: *hufff here we are @@ *
Jolt: *CLINGS. To. Sideswipe. And will Not. let. him. Go.*
Sideswipe: *croons to him lowly >>; Not that you guys need to know*
Stress Proof: This way. *hears nothing, knows nothing, and leads them to the berth that's ready for them*
Sideswipe: *carries him that away*
Jolt: *kneadaclingakneada hnhnnnnhnhnnn*
Ratchet: *skids in, transforming as he goes, and the seven or so speed traps (no offense to the Goose) that he left behind there can just bite him*
Ironhide: *Eventually get his aft back to the bar and limps himself inside*
Sideswipe: *caresses his helm, it's ok*
Ratchet: *gone into medbay to work on the youngling*
Jolt: *dooon't leave me*
Nautilus: *Hide* <<*weaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak little chirp* >>
Sideswipe: *Won't leave your side. Even if I have to face the wrath of the Hatchet*
Ironhide: *Pauses with the blip on his comm.* *Naut* <<Nautilus?>>
Ratchet: *you can stay, Primusdammit. If anyone knows how to stay out of -my- way, you do*
Starscream: *Lands neatly in the parking lot, and wanders inside*
Nautilus: <<*cheeps* H....h-help?>> *sends him a lil’ pulse and directions to the edge of the clearing behind the bar where he's hiding @x *
Chiro: *is free, letting the Hatch work*
Redback: *is mooching about the garden* *watched the Seeker*
Ironhide: *...Sighs* *Naut* <<Coming>> *..And limps himself fairly quickly out of the back to go check on Naut and see how badly he's bashed up.....and has a feeling he may be calling Chiro ...*
Nautilus: *oh ya know, just kicked around by the bigger ones @@ and throttled....a lot*
Codex: *you're just lucky I was told to leave you alone -__-*
Ironhide: *Limps up towards Naut's hiding place* Nautilus? How badly are you damaged?
Nautilus: N-not too bad......*is just laying there* D-dizzy.
Starscream: *Leans on the bar counter, and what's this? An unattended crate?*
Swifthunt: *................... -_-;*
Starscream: *8D Just going to happily paw through it*
Swifthunt: *they're just maintenance tools, you aft*
Starscream: *Now those could really come in handy*
Swifthunt: *..... great -__-*
Ironhide: *Sighs* Come on… lets get you inside... *offers the dizzy Necro a hand up*
Hawk: *gets up and goes over to Starscream and leans over to grab the box* That's mine thank you.
Starscream: *Sets a hand on the box, and leers at her* Is that so, Autobot?
Hawk: Yessir. *looks up at him* Thank you for finding it for me.
Nautilus: *.......clings to him T_T *
Hawk: *quickly comms Swift* <<Swifthunt? If you want your crate back, tell me what is in it in case Starscream asks>>
Starscream: I doubt very much you lost a box in plain sight. Who are you protecting this for?
Hawk: I left it there for a bit hoping to get a nap. Why would I lie? *watches him*
Ironhide: *....Clung to by a Necro. Right* *sighs...and helps Naut towards the bar* *Chiro* <<Chiro? .... I am bringing in Nautilus... he's a bit throttled and could use a once over if you have the time…>>
Swifthunt: *Hawk* <<...................... They are tools to do maintenance on a solvent recycling system. Sized to a grounder.>>
Chiro: <<I'm available. I'll be in the medbay, Ironhide.>>
Nautilus: *is twitchier than usual T_T *
Hawk: I am sure my tools are of no use to you. Especially as they belong to me sir. *says this respectfully but without fear*
Starscream: *Narrows his optics at her* *Taps his digits on the box* Prove they do.
Hawk: They are tools to do maintenance on a solvent recycling system sized to a grounder. Go ahead and check if you doubt me.
Starscream: And why would you have a crate full of grounder's supplies? Let alone one you are content leaving unattended in a public forum. *Already pawed through the box a bit, knows it's not full of porn*
Hawk: That would be none of your business. And as for the second question, well I heard the occupants of this bar are trustworthy and would not stoop to mere thievery especially when the owner of said box was only a few yards from it. I am sure you sir would never stoop so low *gives him a smile without humor* being such a high ranker. *tries to pull the box to her* I must be going now to deliver this north. I am sure I am not mistaken about the trustworthiness of this bar. *is keeping polite, but curt*
Barricade: *...this is Starscream you're talking about, you moron*
Ironhide: *Just gets the battered Naut to the medbay and to Chiro...*
Hawk: *knows this*
Nautilus: * DX don't let them kill me*
Ironhide: *They wont, not with the Topkick around, weenie*
Starscream: *Doesn't let her take the box* Then why not confront me earlier?
Nautilus: *Don't call me names T_T *
Chiro: *Shhh.* *works on him quietly*
Hawk: I was rather amused watching you looking at tools that are no worth to you. But seeing as I must be going...
Ironhide: *just lingers nearby... so Naut doesn’t wig out >__o *
Nautilus: *Hide is my weenie security blanket 8) *
Ironhide: *gkfjgkdjgdf*
Starscream: *Does not appear convinced. But pushes the box to her. >> He got what he needed, anyhow*
Morpho: *ya did pick up your goods, bub?*
Hawk: Thank you sir. *takes the box, gives him a respectful nod and heads outside* <<Swifthunt. Where should I bring your box?>>
Swifthunt: <<Has the matter with the Necros been resolved?>>
Hawk: <<There are ones in medbay, so I assume so.>>
Swifthunt: <<Then I will be there momentarily *loooong pause* Thank you.>>
Hawk: <> *has to stay out of the bar, so dampens all energy readings and perches on the bar roof.*
Starscream: *Oh, got them before the sun rose properly, as suggested. And needs more....*
Ratchet: *stabilized Jolt, so is working less urgently, but no less careful*
Morpho: *you got my number and you know my prices*
Sideswipe: *stiiiill caressing and fussing over Jolt >>; *
Starscream: *Morpho* <>
Hawk: *Primus I must be off my rocker ><*
Barricade: *DO NOT GIVE HIM ANYMORE*
Starscream: *And your irritating me is much in vain, Autobot. Already stole what he wanted from that box. Is very good at slight of hand*
Morpho: *why?* *Screamer* <<Oh? What's the quantity this time, bub?>>
Hawk: *At least I tried, you pompous slagrat*
Starscream: *Ooo, name calling. Feel my woe* <<*Triple what he asked for last time*>>
Morpho: <<Gettin' a bit on the pricey side, bub. Still agreeable to my terms?>>
Starscream: <<Ask your question.>>
Morpho: <<Nothin' anyone said in the Bar that night touched you but one thing. What'd the Saleen said that rattled your cage?>>
Starscream: *>> So, that's what he's been poking at* <<No. I will ask for less fuel.>>
Morpho: <<*chuckles* Alright, such as?>>
Hawk: *is still asking herself why she did that*
Starscream: <<The same quantity as my original order.>>
Morpho: <<What do you want it for?>>
Starscream: *Fuck ><* <<For myself.>>
Morpho: <<Well, obviously, bub, as you're the one asking for it. Didn't ask who, asked what.>> *curiouser and curiouser, indeed*
Swifthunt: *circles to bleed speed, transforming over the parking lot and landing in a crouch*
Starscream: <<That is the what. I do require fuel to live, same as any mech.>>
Morpho: <<... I doubt you're lookin' to refuel so soon after the first shipment, bub. You do remember what happens if we don't deal honest-like?>>
Starscream: <<You asked what this shipment is for. It is for myself. You did not ask after the last one.>>
Morpho: <<Very true. But I will be askin' after the next. Same time frame ok with you?>>
Hawk: *glides down from the roof to where Swifthunt is*
Swifthunt: *was about to go in, but pauses at that* <<What happened?>>
Starscream: *Going to have to find a way around that, is* <<It is acceptable>>
Hawk: *offers the box* <<Starscream was pawing through your box. I do not know if he took anything... he most likely did.>>
Sideswipe: *watching Ratchet closely*
Swifthunt: *rumbles briefly and opens the box to check*
Hawk: *stands and watches him*
Starscream: *Totally made off with a few things*
Ratchet: *working with Stress at a less break-neck speed, the youngling pain-kill'd to the proverbial gills*
Swifthunt: *these are -Vitriol's- tools, he was just getting them to the crank old snapping turtle* .... Where is he? -____-; *hates his life some days, truly does*
Starscream: *Try and prove I took them*
Swifthunt: *.... what the Pit do you think I am, an Autobot?*
Jolt: *whimpers occasionally, but is soothed by Sides's presence*
Hawk: Inside. Good luck. * jumps into the air and flies off*
Chevron: *FALLS THROUGH the skylight.................right onto Starscream*
Sideswipe: *crouched down so he's near Jolt's audios and mumbles encouragement and funny anecdotes for him*
Swifthunt: *stalks inside, looking fo-AGHARGHORGHBLARGH* >___o
Starscream: *That constitutes an attack on his person. Guess who's VERY shooty when attacked?*
Ironhide: *Still lingering nearby to Naut =__= *
Chevron: *@@ so has no idea what's going on*
Starscream: *You're being shot. Try to keep up*
Nautilus: * @@ much calmer now*
Chevron: *.....How did I go from surfing in Maui to being shot?* *is protesting. A lot. x_X Verbally.*
Swifthunt: ............. What do you think you're doing?! Hold your fire!
Starscream: *Backs away swiftly, keeping his Vulcan trained on the eyesore* ...
Ironhide: *........takes leave of Naut's presence temporarily to go see what the wtfshooting is about * >_____o
Chevron: *ow fuck DX* That was... the worse wipeout... ever...
Swifthunt: *wanted to get the 'racks at Base fixed. THAT'S IT. THAT'S ALL. PRIMUS ON A POGO STICK* *tartly* If your temperament is too delicate to absorb the reality of dimensional rifting within this place, perhaps you should practice at least some restraint with your weapons -__-
Proxy: *......You could ask me to do it? 8B *
Swifthunt: *I don't know who's doing it. I was just bringing the old Primus-slagging wretch his box of tools*
Starscream: *Rumbles. Has had too many people try to stab his back to not be highly strung when it comes to sudden assaults* *Dryly* Oh, forgive me for not expecting to have an Autobot come flying at me.
Swifthunt: In this place, you should have.
Starscream: I am still getting used to the quirks.
Chevron: *just going to... drag himself over to this couch. X_x*
Swifthunt: At gunpoint? On an Autobot? *eyes Chevron briefly*
Roth Red: *peeks out from under the couch at Chevy oO; *
Starscream: Why would I pause to identify who is assaulting me?
Chevron: *couch is good* Hey, dogman. *small smile and a thumbs up at Roth*
Swifthunt: Because the Treaty so demands it.
Roth Red: *squeezes out to jump up there beside him, wagging his tail slowly*
Chevron: Who's assaultin' who? x__X not groovy, man...
Starscream: Hm. *No wonder you people keep dying to the Necroflux*
Swifthunt: *is unimpressed, is annoyed, and hates this place. HATES it so much* Self-control surely is not beyond your means. *thunks the box on the counter* I would have the tools you took back, now.
Starscream: The Autobot said the box was hers.
Swifthunt: I am not discussing their ownership. I -know- they aren't yours, and that is enough.
Starscream: *Could press it, as no one actually saw him take the tools, just that he was pawing through the box... But no. Already shot someone today* *Places a few tools on the counter from Primus knows where he hid them*
Chevron: *still has no idea why he got shot x_____X!*
Roth Red: *.........quietly picking out the bullets*
Swifthunt: *takes them and replaces them in the box, and Primus help him, that better be all of them. He's used them often enough, uncomfortable, stupid, awkward things that they are*
Stress Proof: *atta pup <3*
Starscream: *Now, would I do something unscrupulous like withhold a tool?*
Hawk: *yes*
Swifthunt: *yes -_-*
Barricade: *....BAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA Would Starscream do something unscrupulous. Is the sky blue? The water wet? The Saleen a hornbag? HMMMMM.*
Starscream: *>> Well, didn't this time. Can steal better tools*
Swifthunt: *slams the crate closed* If you want for tools of your own, you can speak to Vitriol about it. *looks briefly at the SSR* *Chevron, narrow* <<Do you... Will you.... *ARGH* Do you wish to involve a medic in this matter?>>
Roth Red: *spits a bullet across the room and keeps on working them outta Chevy's hide*
Chevron: *><; living tweezers DX* <<Nah. I'm groovy, man. Why'd I get shot again? @@>>
Swifthunt: <<........................ You fell on Megatron's Air Commander o.O;>>
Chevron: *peeeeeeeeeeeeeers at Sta--..........................Piss.*
Starscream: *Yeah. -_- Is so hard to recognize, too*
Redback: *seems to have fallen asleep in the garden*
Vorpal: *just a pair of very dim optics watching the sleeping Ute from the dark, little more than fireflies*
Gamma: *is out in the garden too, singing [link] >.>*
Redback: *zzzzzzzzzz.... * *blink blink*
Ratchet: *steps back at long last, to look at the readouts on the berth*
Stress Proof: *goes to see if the Chinchin needs any help*
Jolt: *fell asleep a long time ago*
Chiro: *nope, got Naut all stabilized. T_T they beat him up but good though*
Nautilus: *curled up like a lil’ lost stray*
Stress Proof: *will bring ye a blanket for him, then*
Gamma: *singing softly, very softly*
Roth Red: *curls up on Chevy to nap ^_z *
Swifthunt: *huffs, about fed up with the day, takes his crate and heads the hell out -__-*
Starscream: *Leaning on the bar counter, either smug, or plotting. Or both. >> Probably both*
Ironhide: *still lurking about... somewheres*
Redback: *gets up and goes a-sneaking after his mate* 8D
Gamma: *is obliiiiiivious and keeps singing*
Chevron: *pets the puppy*
Vorpal: *vanishes again, slowly*
Redback: *sneak sneak sneak.....*
Roth Red: *grooooms his hand*
Gamma: *singing*
Chevron: *hnn... falls asleep*
Redback: *pounce!*
Roth Red: *liiiiiiiiiiiiickgrooooooooooooooooomliiiiiiiiiiick*
Gamma: *YELPS! in a bit of panic* *oh it's just you knucklehead* *PAWS at*
Redback: *hugs her tight* gotta be more alert, love
Gamma: *snorts and nips him playfully* And maybe you should know better than to sneak up on your mate.
Redback: I've missed you. *is still not a clean mech, and is warm to touch*
Gamma: *curls up against him* I've missed you too
Nepenthes: *SOMEONE FEED ME!!! TwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwT*
Kestrel: *grumbles and brings the Nepenthes meat*
Nepenthes: *<33333333333*
Kestrel: *....okay fine, finds you incredibly endearing ^^* *tosses teh meat into yer mouth*
Stream: *well, good day there*
Kestrel: *FLUFFS her wings in surprise*
Ratchet: *..... drags a spare cot over for the Corvette -__- NOT A WORD FROM YOU*
Redback: *too wrapped up in his mate to worry about a plant right now :3* *nuzzle*
Sideswipe: *Isnt' saying anything, too busy holding Jolt's hand and leaaaaning x.o *
Kestrel: *tosses some more meat to the Nepenthes*
Stream: good day to you *was nearby, so he's afraid he couldn't help but notice the unusual visitor*
Kestrel: Hello ^^
Stream: An interesting plant, isn't it?
Kestrel: Oh I know a lot about this plant... not the plants in general, but this one yes. *must... refrain.... from.... squeeing... and.... hugging..... TFs.... muuuuuust*
Ratchet: *Sideswipe* <<Lie down. You can stay with him, go ahead and lie down.>>
Gamma: *purrrrrrrrs*
Nepenthes: *OMNOMNOMNOM<333333NOMNOMNOMNOM.... *ding! Whut?*
Sideswipe: <<Appreciated.>> *stretches out on the cot and keeps Jolt's hand*
Kestrel: *.....why did you ding?*
Nepenthes: *thirty second memory 8D*
Kestrel: *Ahhhhhhh well has more meat?* *Whatcha gonna smell like for me?*
Nepenthes: *um...... um..... Like the Best and Largest and Self-Cleaning-est Aquarium EVER!*
Stream: Well now, better than no interest for plants at all, hmm? *teasingly said, but can't help but be biased himself*
Kestrel: *falls over and twitches*
Ratchet: *whuffs, dragging a seat over and slouching on it as is usual for him*
Stream: *clinks* Are you ok? *moved closer to crouch down by the Mun*
Kestrel: Uhhhhhhhh....x_x Kinda? I think I'm going to sleep in here. Is that okay?
Stream: Can you remain out of reach of those pitchers? *does not know if Muns are edible, but still...*
Kestrel: *nods and zZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
Stream: *shakes his head, amused* *will have to keep an optic on things anyway though*
Nepenthes: *is not allowed to eat Muns. Doesn't know why, but that much its own Mun was able to instill into its tiny little understanding of the universe*
Stream: *That's relieving to know. And have a few frogs before I get back to work, just because*
Redback: *snugs with Gamma all night*
Nepenthes: *nomnomnomnom<333333nomnomnomnom*
Starscream: *... Might be poking through the bar cabinets- Oo There is a fish in that cube*
Morpho: *don't ask XD;*
Starscream: *Will.... not ask. Or think about it again for a while...*
Pax: *slinks by behind Starscream*
Nepenthes: *nooooooooooo, come back! Smells like... smells like... smells like Hot and Cranky FerrariFemme in need of a hug!*
Starscream: *Aha, not going to miss a lizard that size moving around*
Pax: *is. Huge. As in.. 20 feet of dragon, +in horns and - in wings.*
Starscream: *Yeaahh... Not going to be overlooking that*
Stream: *hmmm now. I am well aware of your tricks, Nepenthes* *even if that scent is a good one :3*
Tylosaurus: *shuffles into the bar*
Nepenthes: *TwwwwwT*
Starscream: *Oh, what the SLAG?!*
Pax: *looks a bit like this critter: [link] * *peers over at Tylo* *slinks up into the attic and disappears*
Stream: Hmmmm. Still hungry, I guess? :3
Nepenthes: *is -always- hungry!*
Starscream: *Yup, that's enough for him* *Takes off out the bar*
Tylosaurus: *settles herself down close to the bar counter with a thump*

September 3, 2009 - DHQ

2009-12-22T06:18:49Z

Swifthunt: *.... added Diane to a short patrol shift, lightening up the load on those still doing short and long patrol*

September 3, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-22T06:18:02Z

Coruscate: *steps into the bar, carrying a small box*
Hawk: *comes into the bar*
Coruscate: *gives a tilt of his head in her direction* greetings *sets the box down on a table*
Hawk: *looks at the box, nodding at Coru*
Coruscate: Only a few items of some interest. May I ask your name?
Hawk: Hawk. And you?
Coruscate: *grins* a pleasure meeting you, then. I'm Coruscate *offers a hand*
Hawk: *takes the hand*
Rapid Fire: *Lands neatly on the roof, and lurks inside via skylight*
Coruscate: *has a firm hold, but not too much. Keeping the hand for a few moments before letting it go* I would offer something to drink. But I'm afraid that I have nothing until a while later today
Coruscate: *looks up* Greetings to you as well
Hawk: Do not worry about it *looks up at RF and has a shadow of a grin at him*
Rapid Fire: ... Greetings.
Coruscate: *grins. Moving over to sit at a table, picking up the box to open it*
Hawk: *sits at a table herself, bored*
Coruscate: *Then use your imagination, certainly there are no lack of things to do here?* *studying the dry shell of what seems to be some kind of crab*
Rapid Fire: *Sets to preening*
Hawk: *you sound like Osprey >.>*
Coruscate: *I do not believe I have had the opportunity to meet her. But, we may both have some age on our side?* a game, anyone?
Rapid Fire: Hm?
Hawk: *looks over at Coru with some interest*
Coruscate: This bar has numerous board-games, unless you prefer a game with cards, or a Cybertronian one?
Coruscate: No-one? *chuckles*
Rapid Fire: *Drops down from the rafters, onto the bar counter* Depends.
Hawk: What do you have on your mind?
Coruscate: Ah, that depends on what may catch your interest *names a few games he's familiar with, or has been wishing to attempt*
Rapid Fire: *Considers...*
Hawk: *shrugs a bit*
Coruscate: *stands up, walking over to where the games are being kept* I imagine something strategic might be best *takes and hold up a Risk game*
Hawk: *nods*
Rapid Fire: Very well.
Coruscate: Then let's proceed *grins* You know the game?
Hawk: No
Rapid Fire: *Shrugs* The rules are not difficult to look up.
Coruscate: A search will give everything you need to know *prepares the game*
Rapid Fire: *Jumps off the counter, and moves over to them and the game*
Hawk: *comes over as well, interested*
Hawk: *will play with them for a while and then leave*
Coruscate: *gives out the 'armies', then we need to make our picks of where to place them*
Rapid Fire: *Tends to favor a more concentrated territory occupation*
Coruscate: *a good start, I believe that I may work along the same lines*
Rapid Fire: *Something nice and conservative. Just to see what he's dealing with*
Coruscate: *plays carefully, but may have some slightly unexpected of unconventional choices*
Wildfire: *Saunters in*
Firecracker: *LEAPS at her back. And may have remained unnoticed till then. Is getting better at stealth, is :3*
Wildfire: *SQUEALS OO;; he is getting good at that!*
Firecracker: *clings, somewhat draped over one shoulder* *I surprised you? oo 8D*
Nightfall: *XD*
Wildfire: Yes, you did. *gives him a lolly for that 8D >.>; Breeding bad behavior? Pfff*
Firecracker: *chirrrrr ^_^* I've practiced, and hi *nabs that lolly. And tumbles forwards and down, -mostly- deliberately*
Nightfall: hey there, dragon lady *in the rafters*
Wildfire: *catches him, to knead on him lightly* Good evening, Nut. *grins, is proud of Firecracker X3 *
Firecracker: *squiiirms a bit, just because* *and am happy, even if he's a brat >83*
Nightfall: *kid has been good. We, and Helix, practiced a bit with a certain jet earlier. Unexpectedly of-course <.< >.>*
Wildfire: *Hasn't found one sparkling that doesn't turn out to be a brat in some way XD * *..........XD *
Firecracker: What have you done? Any monsters? :3
Nightfall: *I trust you not to reveal my location for the next few days. As that faceplant was spectacular*
Wildfire: *Your secret is safe with me 83 * It's been very quiet lately. No monsters. *grins*
Firecracker: *took that Seeker rather by surprise too, even if he'd help just then 8D* we should go look for them, just in case they're hiding *likes imaginary monster hunts* *aaand tries to tackle again*
Nightfall: *many thanks, dragon lady!* *balances a cube on one finger, then flicks it in WF's direction*
Wildfire: *ack XD tries fending him off while catching the cube* Have you tried the woods behind the bar? I hear they're rather infested with things.
Firecracker: Not yet, we should go there *sees that, and lunges for the cube OwwO XD*
Wildfire: *XDD* Heey, ask first. You heathen! *hoooooolds it out straight away from him*
Firecracker: I was just trying if I could catch it *nodnods, and have the innocent face*
Wildfire: Mmhmm. *siiiips it in front of him, mmmmmmmmm X3 *
Coruscate: *will go get some rest once done playing*
Firecracker: *tickles her!*
Wildfire: *sputters and oh hell, gives him half the cube, is getting soft!*
Rapid Fire: *Once more in the rafters, for he likes it thar*
Rapid Fire: *And it's an excellent vantage by which to sneak up on a Bit...*
Wildfire: *Settled in a booth after her goober adopted sparkling left*
Rapid Fire: *>> Drops down on her*
Wildfire: *lskfdjskld;jf FLAILS and ducks under the table oo;; *
Rapid Fire: *Flicks his tail, and looks under after her*
Wildfire: *....licks his face X3 *
Rapid Fire: *>< Tries to bite her muzzle*
Wildfire: *squall!* Ow! ><
Rapid Fire: What did you learn?
Wildfire: *GRABS for his face*
Rapid Fire: *Swats at her grabbies!*
Wildfire: *GRABBYGRABBYGRABBY*
Rapid Fire: *SwatSwatSWAT!*
Wildfire: *slap fight DX this is what this is turning into*
Rapid Fire: *Looks like... >> Misses the days when he had dignity*
Wildfire: *You mean before you met me? >83 *
Rapid Fire: *-_- Gee, what do you think?* *Backs up, so she'll have to come out from under the table to keep assaulting him*
Wildfire: *stays under oo; folded over and awkward since she's not exactly a tiny thing*
Rapid Fire: *Taps a talon on the floor* Stuck, hm?
Wildfire: I don't think I am. *speaks with muuuch dignity............though her rotors may be wedged so that when she tries to move, the table may tip over ><; *
Rapid Fire: *Amuuuused* Really...
Wildfire: I'm quite comfortable. *IS NOT DX *
Rapid Fire: *Tries to poke at her, out of swatting range*
Wildfire: *snappa at*
Rapid Fire: Hmm... *Steps back, and over to the bar counter, needs a stick*
Wildfire: *.............alskdghahg trying to crawl out ><; *
Rapid Fire: *Hmmm… This bit of piping should suffice...*
Wildfire: *........is debating just carrying the table >>; *
Rapid Fire: *Waaaaanders back over, gonna poooooke her*
Wildfire: *......detaches that rotor to fend with him >8/ *
Rapid Fire: *Snrks, and POKES at with the bit of piping*
Wildfire: *touché! en garde* ...............Where did our dignity go?
Rapid Fire: You ever had dignity? *PokepokeJAB!*
Wildfire: *guardguardSTAB (lightly)* Once upon a time.
Rapid Fire: *Ack! Sidesteps!* I don't believe it.
Wildfire: I do! *tries worming for it!*
Rapid Fire: Prove it, Bit! *Pokepokepoke!!*
Wildfire: *sldfjs LUNGES to tackle him*
Rapid Fire: *Tackles her back!! Someone forgetting she's got less mass?*
Wildfire: * X@ well now she is remembering*
Rapid Fire: *Play-bites at her*
Wildfire: *threatens to lick him again!*
Rapid Fire: *Will bite that glossa if he can. ><*
Wildfire: *you better not!*
Rapid Fire: *Then you shouldn't be licking me, hmm?*
Wildfire: *tries to poke him in the optic*
Rapid Fire: *AUGH >< Gonna nom her face*
Wildfire: *laskdjfskldfj SWATTA FLAIL*
Rapid Fire: *NOMNOMomNOM*
Wildfire: *SQUEAL FLAILS*
Rapid Fire: Dignity my aft! *NOOOOM*
Wildfire: I have it! D8 *LKASJDLSA;F*
Rapid Fire: I don't believe you! *>www<*
Wildfire: *kicks at with her feet >< *
Rapid Fire: *Huoof!* *Blagh, flails away from her*
Wildfire: *JUMPS for his back 8D *
Rapid Fire: *Spratling! ><* *Tries to slam her into the nearest pillar*
Wildfire: *SQUEAKS*
Rapid Fire: *Does NOT like people on his back*
Wildfire: *who would?* *whuffs x.o *
Rapid Fire: *Shaaaaakes, get thee OFF, Bit*
Wildfire: *let's go, wobbling onto her feet*
Rapid Fire: *-_-* No dignity.
Wildfire: You don't have any, either.
Rapid Fire: You bled it out of me.
Wildfire: *grins* Maybe.
Rapid Fire: *Floofs and resettles his armor neatly, is a dignified birdiemech*
Wildfire: *is scuffed and rumpled looking >.o *
Rapid Fire: *... >> Still sporting a few bullet hole dings...*
Wildfire: *.........bullet holes?*
Rapid Fire: *... Got a little shot*
Wildfire: *Apparently...*
Rapid Fire: *The fleshies are getting better at repelling his efforts to steal jet fuel*
Wildfire: *.........*
Rapid Fire: *Well, can't get it from the bar anymore, now can he?*
Morpho: *................................... yannow.......*
Wildfire: *ASK ME*
Rapid Fire: *-_- Doesn't want your charity. Can take care of himself*
Morpho: *it ain't charity, bub, it's business. And don't you have a base, too?*
Rapid Fire: *I don't know where the Decepticon base is. No one told me before I died, and haven't told me since I came back*
Morpho: *............................................................... you didn't -ask-?*
Rapid Fire: *>< No. I wasn't important to me*
Morpho: *it's important now, ain't it?*
Rapid Fire: *No, I still don't care to associate with the other Decepticons. I can find ways to sustain myself*
Morpho: *beginnin' to look like you can't, but that might just be the bullet holes talkin'....*
Rapid Fire: *-_-;;;; Just needs to exercise more caution*
Morpho: *riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight*
Rapid Fire: *Is doing pretty good for a mech who didn't expect he'd need a plan for prolonged energy obtaining on Earth*
Morpho: *.... so say the bullet holes? 8D?*
Rapid Fire: *What would you suggest? >> That does not involve the slagging base?*
Morpho: *there's a coupla chemists and at least one bartender, bub. Least you can do is ask*
Rapid Fire: *No, the least I can do is nothing. Still has no love for you Autobots*
Morpho: *gooooonna be harder the longer you wait*
Rapid Fire: *It's more likely hunger will compel me to take action*
Morpho: *be a bad time to cut deals, if you don't have your wits about you from lack of fuel*
Rapid Fire: *Sure, cite a logical reason my plan is horribly flawed....*
Morpho: *8D*
Rapid Fire: *>>*
Jolt: *83*
Rapid Fire: *GOING TO FLAY YOU, BRAT*
Jolt: *bahhaahah*
Rapid Fire: *><*
Khazri: *flies into the bar*
Khazri: *perches*
Swifthunt: *transforms over the parking lot and walks in, bleeding heat from his current patrol shift* *pauses at the door to look about*
Rapid Fire: *Back up in the rafters*
Swifthunt: *looks up at the Seeker*
Rapid Fire: *Looks back at him, just shy of his usual staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaring*
Swifthunt: *nods curtly, then moves to check behind the counter*
Rapid Fire: *Is a rafter lump*
Swifthunt: *just came to see if anything's changed in the status of the Bar, and will be leaving back to patrol immediately thereafter*

September 2, 2009 - DHQ

2009-12-22T05:50:44Z

Reinforcements: *Working hard for his cube ration. Menial tasks are awesome*
Vitriol: *menial might be menial, needed is still needed. And you're doing better than most of those lackabouts out there*

September 2, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-22T05:48:55Z

Barricade: *limps out of the back, staaaaaring at the door. Has no way to pick up his cubes from Morpho =____=*
Morpho: *gonna be bad with the heat, bub. 'Course, could always ask a body to drag 'em closer to home...*
Barricade: *Debating that. It's the asking I have trouble with.*
Morpho: *why? Just part of the delivery service :3*
Barricade: *I always get it myself.* *Pride versus Hunger versus Pain. Ding. Round one!*
Morpho: *I'll take the bets for that one*
Barricade: *BLARGH* <<Aero.>>
Morpho: <<Mornin'. What can I do for ya, bub?>>
Barricade: <>
Morpho: <<Heat might not be so good for all that energon. You want I should drag it closer?>>
Barricade: <<........Please. =________=>>
Morpho: <<You got it.>>
Barricade: *cuts the comm. and sits at the bar to be greatly vexed over the Squealer's arrival*
Morpho: *gets himself a-goin', then. Won't do to get himself a reputation for not delivering the goods*
Barricade: *....upon sitting, realizes he evidently got shot in the aft. And gets back up.*
Morpho: *....... sucks to be you, bub X3*
Barricade: *.....><; ponders the couch*
Morpho: *Cade* <<Right outside for you, bub.>>
Barricade: <<*sends him an image of the garden-side rear entrance for his apartment at the back of the Massa*>>
Morpho: <<Got it.>>
Barricade: <<Do not knock. Just leave it. I will get it.>>
Morpho: <<Alright.>>
Barricade: *limps back into the back. DAMN YOU Starscream. Couldn't just shoot me in the torso, noooo, you had to hit my legs.* *unloads and puts away his energon order (which was really just a lot of no-grades with a few high-grades speckled in there and comes back out, aiming to collapse face first on the couch*
Morpho: *leaves a coupla crates for the Chinchin to find later, and heads into the washracks to do something about the grotty*
Chiro: *>_o? Nurrrh?*
Barricade: *thus, does faceplant onto the couch. Watchers bedamned.*
Morpho: *just some more supplies for you, doc. Don't wanna pester you after the night you had*
Tylosaurus: *shuffles into the bar, nibbling playfully at the remains of a large bone*
Barricade: *...*
Morpho: *iiiiiiiiiin the 'rack, doooon't look at me*
Tylosaurus: *83*
Barricade: *....whuff*
Tylosaurus: *stretches out* *and I'm not doing anything oo*
Barricade: *You don't have the brains to leave me alone if something over here interests you =_=*
Tylosaurus: *the disadvantage of being a prehistoric reptile I'm afraid, sir*
Barricade: *watches the Tylo*
Tylosaurus: *nibblenibblenibble at the bone. Occasionally tossing it into the air to catch again*
Barricade: *waaaaaatches*
Tylosaurus: *I'm being looked at? Wiiiide smile for you* *chuffs*
Barricade: *.....*
Tylosaurus: *continues nibbling* *bone likely being from some fairly large animal. These fires kind of making hunting easy for large, aquatic predators :3*
Barricade: *just... lays there. Isn't going to move until he has to go race tonight*
Tylosaurus: *nibblenom...CRUNCH*
Quickdart: *flies into the bar*
Barricade: *leers at Quickdart a tad*
Quickdart: *grins at Cade* What happened to you? *cocks his head*
Barricade: *whuffs, ignore the bullet holes* Starscream paid us a visit.
Quickdart: *bliiiinks* Ah. That's....interesting >.>
Barricade: Yes. =_= *gets up and limps off into the back to rest before the race tonight =_______=*
Morpho: *comes outta the washroom, glossy clean if a bit scraped, drying up the last of a new wax*
Quickdart: *chirps down at Morpho*
Morpho: *looks up* Afternoon, bub.
Quickdart: *floofs a bit and hops down* How are you Morpho?
Morpho: *is dry, thus plops his hat on his head* Been keepin' busy, bub. How about yourself?
Piran: *at the shelf over the fireplace, intensely watching a cricket*
Morpho: *gives a look towards the cat-drone* <<Afternoon, little brother.>>
Piran: *pauses in the observation* <<*same, greetings*>>
Quickdart: I'm doing all right. *watches the cat drone*
Piran: *chirrups, extending claws to carefully pick the cricket up*
Morpho: *grins a bit* Oh? Stayin' busy, nose to the wind?
Piran: *whiskers twitch a bit* <<*what wind?*>>
Quickdart: *grins and has the far away look of a Seeker thinking about flying* Indeed. Indeed.
Piran: *ambles over to those two there once the cricket has been set free*
Morpho: *grins a little more at that luck, crouching down to offer a hand to the cat-drone* Aw, weather like this, it'll change swift-like, I'm sure.
Quickdart: *smiles at the cat drone* I do not know this one. *crouches down to offer scritchies to him*
Rapid Fire: *Drops down from the rafters, and stalks into the pool room to go drown himself*
Morpho: Little brother's name is Piran, if I remember rightly *watches the other Seeker head off to his birdy-bath*
Piran: <<Yes>> *purrs, nosing Dart's hand, then Morpho's*
Morpho: *miiiight have a piece of candy hidden in his hand*
Quickdart: *you and your candy ^_^*
Morpho: *as if anyone minded the candy 83*
Piran: *I'd happen to agree with the Aero* *miiiight you, now? Paw for your hand :3*
Morpho: *innocent* What, somethin' in there you want, little brother? 83
Piran: <<*Might*>> *studies that hand, sniffing a bit. Then sets to grooming it if he's allowed, whiskers twitching*
Darkstalker: *comes wandering out from the back quietly, trying to be kinda sneaky about slipping a few pieces of candy out of her subspace and eating them, though the crunch probably gives her away*
Morpho: *chuckles low, and miiiight let that piece o' candy slip into reach for the cat-drone*
Piran: <<*Gratitude*>> *gives a quick lick, then hooks the treat delicately with a claw* *and purring for you, of-course 83*
Morpho: No big, little brother. *and offers a piece to 'Dart, as well as nomming one himself*
June Frayne: *Runs in and slides to a stop* Ok, was there or was there not a big scary freakin’ jet in here last night? Because I was exhausted yesterday and I don't really believe I walked into Starscream. *....ok, breathe*
Darkstalker: *nods at the human* Yes, yes there was. o_o
Morpho: ....... You just don't get a break from that trouble magnet, do ya? 8D
Speedtrap: *BANZAI GOOSE* *Drops from the rafters 8D*
Sunburn: *twitching, wherever he is >.<*
Quickdart: *blinks at the sudden appearance of everyone, taking the candy and thanking Morpho*
Darkstalker: *arlfhegjlksdgkdf at Trappers*
June Frayne: *SQUEALS..........* Dammit, Speedtrap. I think I just swallowed my heart. @@;
Rapid Fire: *Mmm... The pool seems rather sane today....*
Piran: *nibbles his own treat* *...then jumps/levitates several meters away* oo
June Frayne: *points at Morpho* And it's not my fault! I can't help his big ass was in the doorway! Honest mistake D8
Morpho: o.O; *looks at the 6000+ pounds o' blue Goose, tipping his hat back* Hope the floor's still holdin' X3 *and grins at June, is unconvinced, is*
June Frayne: *is innocent!*
Starscream: *Don't be talking about my ass*
Speedtrap: *Nips at Morpho, before grinning at everyone else*
June Frayne: *.....or how big it is?*
Sunburn: *lands outside, and walks into the bar*
June Frayne: Sunburn 8D
Quickdart: Hello Sunburn
Morpho: *sidesteps that nip, amused* Didn't say nuthin'.
Sunburn: G'day *slag, there's someone he's missed. Cell-comms or not >.<* Long time, no see, June? *grins, crouching down*
June Frayne: *..........FACEHUGGER*
Sunburn: ack. Mind the sharp edges, hmm? *chuckles*
June Frayne: Hey, I've figured out how to hug you by now without getting skewered XD
Sunburn: And that's a good thing. Even if I have to say that you didn't do too bad before that either *nods to everyone else in the bar* *then tries to pull her off his face* At least sit on a shoulder?
Piran: *speaking of shoulders. Mind if I borrow one of yours to perch on, Morpho?*
Morpho: *oh, sure, go for it, little brother. Seems the perch of choice these days*
June Frayne: *whiiines but let's him pull her off*
Sunburn: Have been missing you *holds his hand so she's about at eye-level with him. And close enough to make it easy to jump over on a shoulder* *to anyone there* Some news I heard about the bar yesterday too
June Frayne: ......What news? No news! 8D *jumps onto his shoulder to curl up*
Morpho: *snrrrrk*
Sunburn: o_< *eyes her now* really? *you know, wouldn't suspect something if you hadn't denied that anything had happened like you just did XD*
June Frayne: *......is tactless, is* Um..............................yeah 8D
Piran: *stretches along that Aero's shoulder, whiskers twitching a bit*
Sunburn: *glances over at Morpho at that sound* *tries to snatch one of her shoes* ...I heard that Starscream had showed up at least
June Frayne: *squeaks and tries keeping it away* You remember that awesome talent I have of getting into trouble? IranintoStarscream'sfoot. .................*sheepish grin*
Morpho: *mildly* So he did, yup. Melodious vox an' all.
June Frayne: .........He could shatter glass with that high note he hits @@
Sunburn: At....least it went well, as you're still here >.< Trouble! So I've heard *SNATCHES that shoe*
June Frayne: *flails!* It went fine 8D .........inasmuch as it could
Starscream: *Would have went better if Barricade hadn't shot at me*
Sunburn: *sits at the bar, and feel free to join them* Just be careful? *now more than ever, with change of bar ownership, and -Starscream- of all Seekers around*
Sunburn: *define better?*
June Frayne: *.........better = distance between me and SirScreamsalot*
Rapid Fire: *.... >> Blarghaflashinsplashybath*
Morpho: *.... pondering if it's worth it to go spy on that 83*
Rapid Fire: *>_< Don't do it...*
Morpho: *...... just thinkin' about it!*
Rapid Fire: *Good. >> For is making a right mess, and would rather there was no audience*
Morpho: *.... now that's just an invitation*
Rapid Fire: *-_-;;;* *Splaaaaaashing*
Morpho: *scoots on over that-a-way discreetly, to peek through the door-crack* *is curious, and is bored at the moment*
Galeforce: *Comes inside, armor ruffled to vent out heat*
Rapid Fire: *Aaaall floofed up, and flailing around in the pool like an idjit*
Morpho: *...................... that. is. priceless XD*
White Noise: *electronic sound of greeting for Galeforce*
Galeforce: &&Good afternoon, White Noise.&&
Rapid Fire: *><; Shut up, it's the best way to clean all the debris out from between the overlapping armor plates*
Morpho: *nooooooooooot sayin' a thing, not makin' a noise, I value my hide, but that is HILARIOUS*
Rapid Fire: *Thus none the wiser, and content to flail, fahlaaaaayl*
Morpho: *is recording this. Oh, is SO RECORDING THIS XD*
Rapid Fire: *.... That is going to bite him in the aft later, ain't it?*
Morpho: *only if it needs to, bub 83*
Rapid Fire: *Somehow, that is not very reassuring*
Morpho: *better than it bein' broadcast as it happens? 8D?*
Rapid Fire: *Then I would have to murder you. A lot*
Morpho: *would have to find out it was me first. And find -me-, second XD*
Rapid Fire: *Would make it his life's work. And seriously. Has NOTHING better to do with his time then revenge* *Finally settles from his McFlailing to preen*
Morpho: *scoots away from the door as quietly as he got up to it, then, amuuuuused*
Perseco: *Slips out of the back, Ere perched on her shoulder, and is carrying armfuls of green plant cuttings presumably from her jungle*
Morpho: ................... Evenin', doctor Phil *tilts his hat back at the greenery*
Perseco: *the plants.......are moving of their own will* Hello. ^_^;
Morpho: *ohhhkay, then...* Doin' some housekeepin'?
Perseco: Yes. They're a bit...wild and hungry. o.o
Morpho: ..... XD Need a hand?
Perseco: Yes, please. If you don't mind.
Morpho: Not at all. Got two of 'em and they ain't doin' much right now. *scoots on over to her* Just carryin' the.... whatever they are?
Perseco: I think they're a type of vine. Found them growing in the corner. I'm not sure why they are moving.
Morpho: ... I think that's one of those questions you might not wanna look at too closely, 'less it's with a pair of weedwhackers, Doctor Phil.
Perseco: But their flowers are pretty. o.o
Morpho: The flowers ain't the part what's wrigglin', is it?
Perseco: Oh...no. ^_^;;
Morpho: ..... Didn't sound so sure of that, Doctor Phil. It's all fun and games until someone gets a limb chewed off *helps her with the vines*
Perseco: Never! *they're trying to worm away*
Morpho: *leeeet's take you outside before it's me losin' the limbs* Well, that's what you say, what do -they- say? 8D?
Perseco: Nothing, silly. They don't have mouths. *she hopes ^_^ *
Morpho: Or you just ain't seen the teeth yet. Where do you want 'em?
Perseco: I was just going to put them in Stream's shed. He may have a use for them.
Morpho: You got it.
Perseco: *follows him out*
Morpho: Been keepin' busy other than gardenin', doc?
Perseco: I suppose so. I heard there was some excitement last night with a new arrival.
Morpho: Oh, him. Be glad the back's soundproofed 83
Perseco: I heard. @@
Morpho: .... Wow.
Perseco: .....Sound can apparently carry through the vents if it's pitched right....@o
Rapid Fire: *Stalks outta the pool room, and jumps into the rafters*
Morpho: Holey cow, well... .......... Ah, one of your vines is feelin' up my doorwings, just so you know....
Perseco: OO *flails and reaches around to remove it* Tricky thing,
Morpho: *chuckles* That's one way of puttin' it. This shed?
Perseco: *nods and ack, flails her other arms when the vine coils around her arm*
Morpho: *tries to drop off most of the armful before reaching to extricate her from that one* You might wanna warn Stream before he goes wanderin' in here.
Perseco: *nods* I doubt they could do much harm to us, though.
Morpho: That's good to know, at least. *brushes at the vines*
Perseco: Well...they're plants. *giggles*
Morpho: I've seen scout troops run outta planets by plants, doc. Don't trust 'em just 'cause they're green pretty. You wouldn't believe the teeth they can hide behind the pretty 83
Perseco: But no known earth flora can do that...
Morpho: Earth flora don't got a fondness for squirming under a body's armor, either... *peeeeels a vine out*
Perseco: ......*shivers* Oh oo;
Morpho: *grins X3*
Rapid Fire: *Now... >> Maybe can indulge in a small nap*
Jolt: *Jaws theme*
Rapid Fire: *I. Will. BEAT. You*
Wildfire: *......mental note, give that kid some candy XDDD *
Jolt: *CANDY *DD*
Barricade: *oh god, limps in, bleeding heat*
Perseco: *toddles in, if the plants didn't eat her and Morpho*
Rapid Fire: *-_- Don't encourage the bratling*
Morpho: *nah, we're good* *wanders in after her, cleaning his hat*
Barricade: *shower... couch.... shower.... couch... shower... couch....*
Perseco: *blinks and tilts her head, studying Barricade*
Barricade: *is hot Swiss cheese 8D*
Perseco: Barricade ahm...*wait, there isn't going to be any tactful way to say what she wants to say* .....
Morpho: *pauses to watch this*
Barricade: *glaaaaaaaaaaaaares at her*
Perseco: *Ummmm holds out a siiiiiiilky smooth loofa* *squeaks* Here o.o; It should help.
Morpho: *he'll be eatin' that in 3... 2...*
Barricade: *....snatches it, and proceeds to attempt to beat her skull in with it*
Perseco: *it's a loofa, you moron!* *SQUEALS*
Erebos: *FACEHUGGERINGS for you*
Barricade: *BLARGH*
Morpho: *.......... with a loofa?* *is RIGHT THERE if you wanna duck, Doctor Phil*
Erebos: *..........tries to move up to perch on his head oooo.oooo; *
Perseco: oo;;;; *moves behind Morpho*
Morpho: *Perse* <<Maybe a rubber ducky will go over better?>>
Barricade: *tries to extract Erebus. With his talons*
Perseco: <<By all means, you offer it.>>
Erebos: *ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPS down his back in probably a ticklish manner with those lil’ feet of his*
Barricade: *transforms*
Morpho: *amused, but watching*
Erebos: *.........can you hear the thumping in his trunk? POPS out after pulling on the OHSHIT handle @@@@.oooo; *
Perseco: .............
Barricade: *SLAMS trunk shut*
Erebos: * D8888 * *is trapped! woe!*
Barricade: *rumbles*
Perseco: I confess...I am confused as to why you are so upset...at me.
Barricade: ......You are asking me... why I am angry. Is that a rhetorical question?
Morpho: ...................
Quickdart: *wakes up cause apparently was asleep in the rafters all this time cause his Mun would never forget he was in the bar all this time* *nooo of course not, his Mun is much better at keeping track of her charries than that*
Rapid Fire: *Not asleep.... Autobots will get him... Xx*
Barricade: *snaps into bipedal mode (legs, don'tt give out. DON'T GIVE OUT) and if he was lucky, crushed the spider*
Perseco: Ahem...yes. oo;
Erebos: *........climbs outta his chest. 8888D ta-da!*
Barricade: *..........RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE*
Morpho: *........... snrrrrrrrk*
Erebos: *.ashg;alldghdga;gh LEAPS onto Morpho*
Barricade: *CAPSLOCK OF RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE*
Ratbat: *Leave my capslock alone*
Barricade: *LEAPS after the damn drone!*
Erebos: *OH SHITE*
Perseco: *FLAILS*
Morpho: Evenin', little broth- *DUCKS, trying to yank Perse outta the way as well. Say hi to the wall from me? 8D*
Barricade: *slams into the wall shoulder first and LEAPS at Morpho's back*
Quickdart: *Primus o.o*
Erebos: *..........LEAPS into the rafters and right......................on Rapid Fire 8888D HAITHAR*
Perseco: *......................*
Jolt: *drops onto RF's head 8D*
Quickdart: *feels a little sorry for the other Seeker*
Rapid Fire: *Is distracted by the spider.... and not so big that dropping a brat ON HIS HEAD is going to be pleasant! ><* *Going to BITE the piss out of them!!!!*
Morpho: *rolls on the ground to avoid him, and back to his feet in a crouch, smirking at 'Cade* No rubber ducky, either?
Barricade: *groooooooowls at him, but legs don't want to move him out of the crouch he's in.* *..........is aaaall sorts of locked up. Hffffff*
Morpho: *waaaaiting, still smirking, for all intents and purposes good to go* *Cade* <<Injuries seized up?>>
Barricade: *ignores him*
Quickdart: *watches Cade o.o;;;;;;*
Perseco: *trying to get her drone back......providing Rapid doesn't eat him*
Rapid Fire: *>< Trying to*
Erebos: *alksdgh;slkghs*
Jolt: HEY BIRDY! OVER HERE! *distraaaaaaact*
Morpho: *Cade* <<*sweetly* Should I call the old medic to come and have a look at ya?>>
Quickdart: *hey Erebos.... wanna hop over to me?*
Barricade: *that's it, forces movement, and LEAPS at him..... snapping a knee clean through in the process from the seize-ups*
Rapid Fire: *>< Lunges at Jolt, gonna get him*
Jolt: *RUNS, whistling* Here boy!
Erebos: *jumps to Quick oooo.oooo;; *
Perseco: *hiding behind a pillar from Cade *
Morpho: *glitchwit* *leaps back, making no aggressive moves, just keeping distance between the two of 'em*
Quickdart: *catches the spider drone* <<wanna stay with me little one?>>
Rapid Fire: *Stops abruptly, sinking his talons into the rafter*
Jolt: *skids to a stop at the far end of the rafter*
Rapid Fire: *Snorts*
Jolt: *imitates the sound*
Barricade: *growls at Morpho, and slinks into the back*
Perseco: *peeking up at Jolt o.o *
Rapid Fire: *You're maimed, brat. You just don't know it*
Morpho: *that went well... Cleans up his hat and goes to check on the femme* Alright, Doctor Phil?
Perseco: Hm? Oh yes. I imagine he could have done more damage if he wanted to.
Jolt: *waves at him*
Rapid Fire: *Just.... glares*
Quickdart: *smiles at the spider drone on him now*'
Jolt: *Sides* <>
Erebos: *GROOMING himself*
Sideswipe: <<What did you do?>>
Quickdart: *watches the spider groom himself*
Jolt: <<Poked the bear summore. 8D>>
Morpho: Oh, absolutely. He just ain't in the mood, or he don't dislike loofahs that much.
Rapid Fire: *Not going to kill him. >< He won't learn anything if he dies*
Sideswipe: <<..........JOLT!>>
Jolt: *GIGGLEFIT on comm. and out loud*
Perseco: It's a good thing I didn't say what I was going to say ><
Morpho: *looks up at that*
Morpho: What -were- you gonna say, Doctor Phil?
Perseco: *still watching Jolt* Oh, I was going to tell him he looked like hell...*small grin*
Erebos: *grooms Quickdart*
Sideswipe: <<At least tell me you aren't going to die over this XD >>
Rapid Fire: *Not a happy birdiemech*
Jolt: <>
Barricade: *would have taken that better than getting a loofa shoved in my face like bad comedy.*
Perseco: *I didn't shove it in your face D8 I offered it! *
Barricade: *I resent it.*
Jolt: *leaps down and skitters for the bar, watching Rapid*
Perseco: *It was really soft and would have felt good on your wounds! D8 *
Barricade: *I DO NOT FUCKING CARE. GO DIE. ARUGH*
Rapid Fire: *STARING. AT. HIM.*
Jolt: *....BIG SMILE FOR BIRDYMECH 8D*
Rapid Fire: *Grinds his beaky mouthbits*
Morpho: *casually* Kid's gonna lose a limb before he learns it ain't worth playing poke the bear with the flyin' kind...
Quickdart: *grins as the spider drone grooms him*
Jolt: *runs into the back XD*
Rapid Fire: *Takes off out the skylight... -_- Needs to collect some raw sewage as a present for the brat, for next time*
Perseco: Probably so. o.o;
Quickdart: Why thank you *to Erebos*
Erebos: *chitters*
Quickdart: *chirps back*
Severed Arm: *o3o Still chilling with the Noise?*
White Noise: *as you choose. Is unconcerned by your presence or lack thereof*
Morpho: *stretches lazily, and flicks a few pieces of candy into existence in his hand, offering some to the ladyShrink*
Severed Arm: *83 Likes it there.....*
Morpho: *wanders back out eventually*

September 1, 2009 - 1 of 1

2009-12-22T05:14:44Z

Stress Proof: *shuffles out of the back, reading a datapad and sipping at his weekly self-allowed cuppa joe*
Sunburn: *heads in through the Seekerwindow after having sprawled on the roof for a few moments*
Stress Proof: *looks up briefly, and smiles a bit* Greetings, Sunburn.
Sunburn: *gives a nod to Stress* g'day *maybe noticing how -few- there are in the bar. But with everything, that has to be expected o_<*
Stress Proof: *moves to his usual table, to set a few small parts on it and stare at the datapad for a moment* Keeping yuirself busy, I hope?
Sunburn: *snorts, almost in amusement* it's been a lot of time up north. And I'm not going to ask if you've been busy. Medics and so on
Stress Proof: Ah, occupational hazard indeed. *gives him a curious look* Up North?
Sunburn: That's true *nods* And just looking for anything that our current source of trouble may have snuck in
Stress Proof: Ach. *looks thoughtful at that* What are the news on that front, if'n ye know anything?
Sunburn: *shakes his head* Probably not, but... *gives a short rundown of what he's seen...and mostly heard. Just in case that it's something lacking, or something that could be news to either of them*
Stress Proof: *frowns, shaking his head* That we'd come to this... Ach, an' faith's a hard to give up, no matter what yuir beliefs say, I guess.
Sunburn: *rumbles quietly* we'll get through it. They won't take what we've found here
Stress Proof: Aye an' I know that, but 'tis still a sad thing that they'll nae see that, that they'll nae yield and live. 'Tisnae wrong to die for yuir beliefs, but 'tis saddening.
Sunburn: *pauses for a while, thinking. Then nods* it's never a good thing to get so stuck in something, that you can't see anything else, no.
Stress Proof: *is glad that the young one does think, at least 8)* Nay, 'tisnae, but one cannae help those who dinnae want to be helped without doing more harm than good.
Sunburn: *guesses he's made some progress during those past years o_<* I know some attempts was made to try to talk with them, however little. Maybe other than one...that the word was given to catch alive if anyone saw him
Stress Proof: Well, perhaps there's hope for one, if nothing else. 'Twill always be better than hope for none, aye?
Sunburn: Always, definitely
Stress Proof: Ach, but enough of such subjects. Surely yui've got good news to share with an auld Rover as well?
Sunburn: It's been quiet, and I finally get around to take a short while to come by here? *grins* A few who I plan on seeing in a while too. How about good news around here?
Stress Proof: Ach, I'm afraid I've nae news unless yui'd like a tale of the medbay's inventory and supplies ^_^ But there's been nae injuries recently, and I guess that's good news all on its own?
Sunburn: I'd say. From some time back though, and before that. I imagine that you've earned some years of no incidents from all of us *takes the opportunity to snatch a few crunchies from that bowl...then put them back if they're still formed as those little skulls*
Stress Proof: Ach, if only, if only! ... What are those? o.O
Morpho: *XD Plenty of non-skull-looking ones, bub*
Sunburn: Someone have an odd sense of humor, I think o_< *points to a few examples of the skull-shaped ones* *just not so tempting to eat with those that are in between the rest*
Stress Proof: Ye can eat those? o.O
Sunburn: Apparently, they read as made of energon at least
Stress Proof: *....ok, this he has got to see, and scoots off his booth to go stare at them* ... are ye sure?
Sunburn: *snorts lightly* Better check for yourself to be sure?
Stress Proof: ............................................... *nabs a little skull and NOMS it* *crunchmunchnomnom* .... 'Tis sweet!
Sunburn: *tilts his head a bit, then eyes the crunchies dubiously again*
Stress Proof: 'Tis a wee bit odd *crunchmunch* to chew yuir fuel, but 'tisnae harmful that I can tell *munchmunch*
Darkstalker: *quietly wanders out from her room to curl up in the main room, looking less like death warmed over than she did the other day, but still pretty obviously not as well as she should be* *and by some miracle of Primus, managed to avoid getting lectured by Ratchet the other day, too 8)*
Ratchet: *... I haven't even see you, femme, how would I lecture you?*
Darkstalker: *yeah, I think you were in screen-saver mode when I came out and Helix was nice enough to give me a cube...*
Ratchet: *....... why in the name of Primus' sidecar would you get a lecture from taking a cube?*
Darkstalker: *because I hadn't had any in....oh damn, I can't remember. >_>; fucked up logic for the lose*
Sunburn: Anything like the energon snacks the bar used to have?
Ratchet: *again I'll remind you that while the Muns are omniscient (Primus damn them -_-) we are not*
Stress Proof: ............... The bar had energon snacks? @_o
Darkstalker: *ohey, things that scan as being energon on the counter over there...if they're still there when the mechs leave, will steal them all and hoard them*
Sunburn: *grins* For as long as I remember *had a lot of them in the early days*
Stress Proof: ... I only ever had me joe XD They're good, but I cannae compare them to what I've nae had before. Why don't ye try them?
Sunburn: *just not so keen on eating something that resemble something from inside an organic, other options or not* *....and is getting snickered at by his Mun -_-* another time maybe
Stress Proof: They're nae bad at all. *nabs another crunchy and heads back to his table* Ye should try an' remember to try them ^_^
Sunburn: I'll try *probably not. And...knows that there's candy around anyway :3*
Rapid Fire: *Lands heavily on the roof, and slinks in the skylight, a little more shot up than when he left*
Sunburn: *oh yes, that one...*
Rapid Fire: *Still alive, oh yes. Neener, neener* *Settles on a rafter to preen out bullets*
Darkstalker: *momentarily sidles up to the candy dish and takes a handful before retreating back to a couch*
Stress Proof: *looks up at the thumping on the roof, then back at his datapad with brief disapproval* *get thyself fixed, Seeker!*
Sunburn: *good evening to Stress...but not to you up there* *heads into the pool room*
Rapid Fire: *Bah, didn't get fixed right away when most of his tail was missing, a few bullet holes are just going to get ignored. >> And is still avoiding his stabby*
Blueberry: *...yum? >:3*
Stress Proof: *dinnae tempt yuir medical personnel to make it an order -__- Because I assure ye, they will*
Darkstalker: *munches on her "stolen" candies*
Rapid Fire: *If they do, then that is that, but will not be compelled by less*
Crucifer: *asterisk T__T*
Rapid Fire: *You're a 'Con medic, you should be used to people avoiding you! And you didn't stab me when you had the chance*
Crucifer: *I was trying to be nice! T____________________________________T*
Rapid Fire: *And you were. I don't trust it*
Darkstalker: *crunchcrunchcrunch^_^* *stuffs some of the candies into subspace before going to steal another handful 83*
Rapid Fire: *Got out the bullets he could reach, and sidles along the rafter so he's closer to the wall*
Morpho: *juuuuuuust watchin' from the back door X3*
Darkstalker: *you'd be more amused if I thought nobody was around to watch...the entire bowl would disappear 83*
Morpho: *kinda hard, that, with the weirdling sittin' over there*
Darkstalker: *I'd just wait till it wasn't looking*
White Noise: *is always looking O0o_o0O*
Severed Arm: *Skitters out of a grate near the Noise*
White Noise: *is either unfazed or uninterested*
Severed Arm: *That's okay. Is still gonna skitter on over to investimagate its table*
White Noise: *go ahead. There is nothing on said table but whatever might be found on any other table within this establishment*
Severed Arm: *Aww... Can climb up some Noise legs?*
White Noise: *whether you do or not is incidental to me*
Severed Arm: *Onward and upward! To lie on its lap, if it even has one*
White Noise: *does indeed possess a lap...*
Float: *... and it's mine! OO.OO Haithar?*
Severed Arm: *D8 But was gonna hang out there, was!* *Wiggles its digits at the jelly without falling off*
Float: OO___oo *little tentacle wave?*
Severed Arm: *Tries to nudge her over enough so it can crawl up all the way*
Float: *...........................arm-huggers!*
Windshift: *... wakes up from unexpectedly long stasis in her booth* -.o;
Severed Arm: *^_____^ Huggles back... so much as an arm can*
Rapid Fire: *Succumbing to the urge to nap once more*
Jolt: *83*
Rapid Fire: *Will beat you like a mixed-race step-baby if you don't leave off, Autobot*
Float: *eeeeeee, a friend! ^^__^^ Clings to the arm*
Severed Arm: *8D Is a good, friendly arm! And carefully kneeaaads both the jelly and Noise*
Windshift: *sits up a little with a looong stretch and checks her events.... and nothing*
Speedtrap: *Wanders out of the back and flops on the couch*
Stress Proof: *looks up briefly from his datapad and his array of parts* An' a good day to ye, Speedtrap.
Rapid Fire: *zzz*
Jolt: *iiiiiiiinto the rafters he sneaks*
Speedtrap: *Gives Stress a happy, sleepy grin*
Rapid Fire: *Why, why won't you let me rest?*
Jolt: *8D this time. JUMPS. ON. HIS. BACK.*
Stress Proof: *o____o;*
Speedtrap: ...he's not too bright.
Rapid Fire: *Jumps up, gonna slam that 'Bot into a higher rafter if'n he can! ><;;;;*
Jolt: * @_@;;; Ow*
Rapid Fire: *Rumbles, reaching back to try and grabby the slagging irritation*
Jolt: *is just playing 8DDD trying to dodge his hand*
Rapid Fire: *Is not amused. -_-* *Darts for the skylight, turbines screeeeeeeching*
Jolt: *scrambles off DDDDD8*
Rapid Fire: *Perches on the edge of the skylight, and glaaaaaaares at him. GLARES ><*
Jolt: *WAVES 8D* *and jumps down to try and hide behind Stress*
Stress Proof: ...........o_O?
Windshift: *watches the.... the.... okay, doesn't know what this is, but it can't be right*
Rapid Fire: *You know what? Enough of this!* *Drops down to the bar proper*
Speedtrap: *Sits up slightly at RF*
Jolt: *...............................................uhhhhh D8 backs away*
Stress Proof: .......... *reaches for the bitty -__- Can smell a bitty half a klik away*
Rapid Fire: *Stalks that-a-way, undeterred by either Stress or Speedtrap*
Jolt: Hey, what about them Dodgers? Yankees? Red Sox? White Sox? Striped Socks?
Windshift: *... not sure where all this tension is gonna go, but runs a systems check on her rifle just in case, rotating and extending and retracting the barrels once or twice*
Stress Proof: .... I dinnae think sports will be doing so well here. *stays with the bitty and speaks levelly, to Rapid Fire* Is there a problem?
Jolt: >< But everyone loves sports! What about lacrosse? Polo? Hockey? The fights associated with hockey? Which is the only reason people actually go to hockey games? 8D?
Speedtrap: *Looks up with a bright grin* I once went ta a fight, an' a hockey game broke out.
Jolt: Annoying when that happens, isn’t it?
Speedtrap: Only bad when someone misses with th' octopus.
Sam Witwicky: *comes into the bar and blinks* Huh haven't been pulled in in a long time
Jolt: ............................... The what?
Rapid Fire: *Oh Primus damnit, you all suck. Very much* *Bristles but good*
Speedtrap: Red Wings, kiddo. C'mon!
Jolt: Sorry, I'm a Penguins fan. 83
Speedtrap: ...I'm gonna kill yeh now.
Jolt: Oh shit. D8
Stress Proof: *watching the porcupine'd Seeker calmly, waiting for an answer*
Sam Witwicky: *apparently robots can be hockey fans* *goes to a table*
Jolt: Actually I'm impervious to any particular team-love. I just like watching humans sling themselves across ice for fun.
Speedtrap: *Would've been at Game Seven if the Necros hadn't interfered ><*
Rapid Fire: Yes medic, there is a problem.
Jolt: *toooooooooooootally hiding behind Stress*
Windshift: *... rotates her rifle again, noting a soft grind somewhere in there. Gonna have to look at that later*
Sam Witwicky: *sits keeping out of the way*
Rapid Fire: *And so very aware of that Autobot and her rifle, it is not helping his mood*
Speedtrap: *Geeeets up and ambles over to the kid* Oh, hockey's fun. Hafta go ta a game or three in th' fall.
Jolt: Why in the fall? They play hockey like... year round. o_<
Speedtrap: Sure. But the NFL season starts then. Best hockey ta watch.
Stress Proof: *just as calmly* May I ask what 'tis?
Jolt: How about them Raiders. 8B
Windshift: *isn't checking her weapons anymore, just sitting, watching*
Rapid Fire: If that little blue one jumps me again, I'm going to drop him from someplace very high, Treaty or no.
Speedtrap: *Grins* Better'n th' damn Lions!
Jolt: It's not my fault he's not aware enough of his surroundings to know I'm coming. 8D..... oops.
Speedtrap: ...shush, kid. Put down th' shovel.
Jolt: <_<
Stress Proof: *looks at him, LOOKS at him -___-*
Rapid Fire: *Rummmmmmbbles*
Jolt: DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD8 Hey, I'm totally late for a meeting with the coroner. See ya! 8D *RUNS into the back*
Sam Witwicky: *leans back in his chair, watching*
Speedtrap: ...he ain't too bright, but he might learn.
Darkstalker: *is just watching o_O.....and maybe stealing moar candies every now and again, stashing most of them in subspace*
Rapid Fire: *Grinds his beaky mouthbits, and jumps back up into the rafters*
Stress Proof: If'n only it were that easy with all bitties *sits again, slowly*
Sam Witwicky: *bar seems quiet... well now anyway*
Speedtrap: *Grins* Bet yeh a cube he does it again.
Windshift: *watching the human quietly now, curiously, as his species is really the only social contact she's had for the past... several weeks*
Stress Proof: *sighs* Aye an' I imagine he will. An' a good day to ye, Samuel. *examines his cuppa and sips carefully at it, making it last*
Rapid Fire: *Isn't kidding. Is tired of not being able to have a slagging nap unmolested*
Stress Proof: *would suggest ye dinnae sleep in the rafters of a public place, then o.O;;;*
Rapid Fire: *.... His clearing burnt down, has nowhere else to go until the fires get sorted*
Stress Proof: *for the love of wee green men, there are rooms in the back, lad -_-*
Sam Witwicky: Hey Stress Proof. *first Ratchet, now Stress*
Rapid Fire: *Too easy to be cornered back there*
Stress Proof: *if'n yui're gauny sleep in a bar, laddie me boy, ye dinnae have an excuse to be woken or ill-sorted by the place's rowdiness :3* Are ye doing well wi' yuirself?
Rapid Fire: *Angry preening*
Sam Witwicky: I'm alright. And you?
Stress Proof: Well enough. Me medbay's empty, and that's good to make a medic very happy ^_^ What are ye doing with yuir time?
Barricade: *ambles in*
Stress Proof: *Cade* <<An' a good day to ye, Patches.>>
Speedtrap: *Warbles at his brother*
Barricade: *clicks at Speedtrap and detours that-a-way. Company looks better over there than it would have been in the back with just his hands*
Windshift: *... giving Barricade sock puppets... why did that sound like a good idea again?*
Barricade: *...........what?* <<*rumbles at Stress*>>
Speedtrap: *Grabs his brother one of his stronger cubes*
Starscream: *Stalks in.... Slaggit, that is going to take some getting used to. -_- Should put a note on the storage room door*
Barricade: *left Morpho moar gas too. With an order note attached to it. ... Oh, and leave my trailer where itkklJHSKHUOWTGYUAISYT&AIUGSGISHIODYLAGDYIOSYUO*ATY&IYDHOIUAHOUILJHLDSHKHFIUDSFSGYUSHJDSBJKHAJKBJDS*
Stress Proof: O.O;
Speedtrap: *OO.OO this be Not Good*
Windshift: *..................................................................... well, shit*
Starscream: *Leeers at the Saleen*
Morpho: *moved to watch from the top of the rafters, and can't wait to see how this goes down. Or up. Or sideways XD*
Barricade: *...................OH. MY. GOD.* *internal valley girl squeal*
Sam Witwicky: *STARES at Screamer and Cade*
Speedtrap: *Cade* <<...how McFucked are we?>>
Starscream: *Aww, and here I thought you wouldn't have missed me*
Barricade: *I WISH YOU WERE A SMOKING CARCASS SOMEWHERE*
Sam Witwicky: *maaaaybe he won't notice me... maybe neither of them will notice me... a guy can hope right?*
Barricade: *Trappers* <<*NOISE.CLICKINGWHITENOISEJHGJKSJHDFJDK*>>
June Frayne: *Walks in, right.into.Starscream's leg* *squeak-aowwiemahface ><; *
Barricade: *....................................why*
Speedtrap: <<...that good, huh.>> *Edges in front of the Rover*
Windshift: *... is she blind?*
Speedtrap: *GOD DAMMIT JUNE*
Barricade: *texts June* ##Meet air commander Starscream. My former boss. I would run.##
Stress Proof: *....o.o; Well, this cannae be good* ................ An' a good day to ye.
June Frayne: *was swatting at a locust @@ *
Starscream: *Notices Sam. Is a paranoid seeker, notices most things* *Sidesteps sharply, looking doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooown at the fleshy who dared TOUCH him*
June Frayne: I think I bruised my no-*gets the text* ...........ah dammit. T.T
Starscream: *Tries to snatch her up. But is minding himself, won't smoosh her if he succeeds*
Windshift: *... tell me he knows about the Treaty*
Barricade: *snaps up missile launchers and pops a rocket off for his face* ......Hey, missfire.
Morpho: *oh, he knows. Never said anythin' about abidin' by it*
Speedtrap: *...oh hell*
June Frayne: *Yeaaaaaah, has two years plus of dodging grabby Seekers. It's an art by now. UNDER A TABLE* oo;
Sam Witwicky: *wooow things are gonna get bad really fast aren't they* *stays at his booth in the shadows*
Warbird: *AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH*
Windshift: *... and this is why she never joined the 'Cons*
Starscream: *DUCKS, and launches himself at Barricade*
June Frayne: *CAN I COME VISIT YOUR GRAVE? 8D *
Sam Witwicky: *WAVES at June to get her butt over here*
Starscream: *Going to BEAT him. >< So much!*
Barricade: *drops down and tries to duck between his legs to wind up behind him. Also has a lot of STARSCREAM-NABBING-AVOIDANCE-MANEUVERS*
Stress Proof: *>_< Gestures for June to get to his booth, deploying his shield* Mayhaps an' 'tis best tae come tae me table, Sam?
Windshift: *makes for Sam to at least cover his fragile human ass*
Speedtrap: *Is in front of that booth, too*
Sam Witwicky: Perhaps so.... *eyes Windshift... maybe she could cover him while he runs like hell to that table?*
Starscream: *Not so easy going between them chicken legs, more likely to get a body stepped on. ><*
June Frayne: *Is.......near a bolt hole oo; I'll stay right heeyah.*
Barricade: *spent his career finding ways to avoid your grabby Seeker hands 8D*
Windshift: I've got ya, kid. *plants herself between him and the jfkldjaskrles* *to Stress* Does this happen often?
Starscream: *Fine then. Going to try and shoot him with his handy wrist-embedded Vulcan. You've earned this!*
Sam Witwicky: *grateful tired smile to Windshift* Thanks.
Darkstalker: *spent most of her life finding ways to avoid anyone's grabby hands. This is my cue to GTFO.*
Barricade: *.....Piss. @@* *SQUALLtumble*
Starscream: *Snarls and lunges over to try and pin the Saleen with a foot*
Stress Proof: *trots that-a-away, avoiding the mess X_<* Och, aye, more often than yui'd think. 'Tis a side effect of owning a place *sets his shield between the brawl over thar and the mechs and humans over here*
Barricade: *double piss!*
Stress Proof: *and discreetly starts charging his numbing gun >_>*
Sam Witwicky: *is soooo not happy that Starscream is alive*
June Frayne: *Why...WHY did Cade have to ATTACK HIM?*
Starscream: *Never dies. Is more of a roach than Barricade* I see you're still as vexing as ever, Barricade.
Darkstalker: *...is there really ANYONE happy Starscream is alive?*
Barricade: I see you are shrill as ever, sir Screechalot.
Sam Witwicky: *....has a good reason?*
Speedtrap: *Instigation. You are SO SMART.>>*
Starscream: *Leaaaaans some of his weight on him*
June Frayne: *Name one Con who hasn't tried to grab her yet and she's still alive....*
Barricade: *wheeeeeeezecreak*
Windshift: *could name off a list of them, though it'd be just guessing*
Stress Proof: *chaaaaaaarging his numbing gun to a full charge...*
June Frayne: *No, seriously, Mun is having a hard time thinking of Cons who haven't tried to grab her. XD That day at Con base used up most of them*
Starscream: What could have possibly made you think trying to shoot me was a good idea? I know you're slow, but even for you...
Windshift: *shouldn't someone be, y'know, making mention of this to one of the generals?*
Barricade: *grins* Starscream, I could not think as slowly as you if I tried my hardest.
Rapid Fire: *Hasn't tried to grab a June* *Is a shadow in them rafters*
Starscream: *Leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaans*
White Noise: *has not physically held June Frayne by force*
Sam Witwicky: *to Windshift* This is not going to end well is it.
Barricade: *grabs for one of those nice little fluid lines that help control his toes and tries to yank it out* I understand the whole demoted-boss thing is not so much for you, but let's not be picking on ex-employees out of spite, yes?
Stress Proof: *politely, but firmly, over his shield and at Starscream* I am gauny ask -once-, politely, that whatever matter 'tis yui've felt the need to discuss with weapons, be taken outside an' away from the humans, please.
Barricade: *oh thanks, Stress. Thanks so much.*
Darkstalker: *am hiding somewhere quite out of sight....has absolutely no desire to draw anyone's attention to her*
June Frayne: *peeks out from under the table, curious despite herself*
Stress Proof: *I'M NAE A TACTICAL MECH*
Windshift: *you started your own fight there* Given the reputation these two have? No, I wouldn't hope for it.
Starscream: *Shrieks, and just as the rumors say it's enough to make yer audios bleeed, at the little shit yanking on that fluid line, and kicks him away*
Sam Witwicky: *WIIINCES at the shriek*
Speedtrap: *Grimaces and hopes the cubes stay in one piece*
Barricade: *Yes, I started it. I also didn't exactly see anyone else, Autobot or otherwise, trying to stop him from nabbinski-ing a fleshbag.* *@___@ tumbletumble UP on his feet, and has that line in hand >3. Victory prize, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees*
Morpho: *coulda lived without seeing that rumor substantiated @___x*
Stress Proof: @_____o
June Frayne: o.@ *what happened to his VOX?*
Barricade: *I think someone skullfucked him as a child...*
Speedtrap: *It was kicked in the nuts as a child*
Windshift: *and your best idea was firing on him?* *unfazed by the screams, as she can dull her audials, but feels for the humans, does*
Barricade: *better than doing nothing. 8D* *It was June, anyway. I like her. Anyone else can die a painful death so long as they let me watch*
Starscream: *Was just going to look at it* *Standing a little awkwardly, glaring at the damnable exScience Office* *Stop talkin' about my glorious voice!*
Barricade: *chews on the tube*
June Frayne: *That's not glorious @@ It's gruesome* *AND I'MMA A GIRL*
Windshift: *not her fault the Mun wasn't paying attention @@* *looks over at the other human* *again to Stress* Maybe we ought to just get them out of here. They're not listening.
Barricade: *but Starscream is a boy. 8D We think.*
Kalita Jameson: *ohey, left the bar earlier in the day. woot 8D*
Starscream: *Why would he listen? It's not as if Barricade will* *Aims his missile launcher at him* Spit it out.
Darkstalker: *Starscream's the Cybertronian equivalent of a stereotypical angry black woman?*
Stress Proof: If'n 'tis their wish to be escorted out, lassie, I'm happy tae assist. But one doesnae merely carry a human oot anymore than I would carry ye without asking.
Darkstalker: *at least in the voice, anyway*
Windshift: That was implied.
Starscream: *You's gonna get slapped, hoe*
Speedtrap: *Is a BURR next to the Rover*
June Frayne: Whoa, a missile launcher oo;;;;
Barricade: Want it back? *offers it 8D or the tattered remains of it*
Stress Proof: ... On the other hand, I dinnae ken that moving is safe when missiles are flying aboot...
Starscream: Yes, I do. *Tatters remains or not, it's better than him chewing on it*
June Frayne: Which is why I didn't run across the bar to you guys...
Speedtrap: *Brings his flechette gun online, giving Stress a wry grin*
Barricade: Put the weapons away. I am terribly uninterested in this.....whatever you deem it to be.
Sam Witwicky: *still is perched in the booth*
Starscream: As I recall, you fired upon me first.
Barricade: Sorry. Launchers misfired and all that. *shit-eating grin*
Starscream: *De-transforms his missile launcher, rolling his optics* *Hates him so much. And will happily shoot him should he catch him alone somewhere*
Barricade: *crosses arms. Though is smarting. Is smarting real bad.*
Starscream: Perhaps you should have a medic attend to your launchers, if they misfire so badly. *Turns his attention to limping over to the counter, so he can put his damaged foot up to fiddle with it*
Sam Witwicky: *seems like all has calmed again, so relaxes a bit*
Barricade: I shall do so immediately. *x3* What brings you here, exactly?
Stress Proof: *siiiiiiiiiiigh of relief*
Chiro: *peeks out curiously from the back -- and notes Starscream with a squeal @@*
Starscream: *Clamps the bleeding, it's nothing serious, just annoying* *Ignores Barricade in favor of looking over at the squealer*
Stress Proof: *Primus on a pogo stick....*
Chiro: Y-Y-You're…*@@*
Sam Witwicky: ><
Darkstalker: *pokes her head out from behind the couch O_O*
Speedtrap: *Moves towards Chiro, since 'Cade has his hands full*
Starscream: Yeeeesss?
Windshift: *not moving from her spot just yet*
Chiro: *just... stares*
Vae: *pops up behind Chiro's head o.o *
Starscream: *Quirks his mandibles in a nasty smirk*
Chiro: *SQUEAL @@* *aaaand browns out* *thud*
Sam Witwicky: *....that's not good*
Starscream: *Well, that was entertaining*
Vae: *.........D8 you killed my uncle! * *hisses at Starscream*
Stress Proof: ........ Primus on a pogo stick -____- *canters on over to the Chinchin*
Speedtrap: *...*
Starscream: *Sorry bitty, not at all afeared of your hissing*
Barricade: *.............*
Vae: *is about as fearsome as a kitten*
Darkstalker: *well, at least Chiro should be easier to reboot than some other mechs?*
Barricade: *enc. Screamer* <<How are your precious hatchlings, hmmmm?>>
Speedtrap: *Like the Rover*
Chiro: *doesn’t take a crank 8D*
Stress Proof: *...................... SHUSH, YE*
Darkstalker: *is innucent, is? 8D*
Starscream: *Is absolutely still* *Barricade, enc* <<If you mention them, everyone dies>>
Barricade: <>
Starscream: <<Everyone in here, at the very least. You know very well I can accomplish that.>>
Stress Proof: Vae, get me the tool box from the second drawer, third shelf, please.
Barricade: <<Of course.>> *looks around*
Vae: *bounces off, happy to be of help 8D *
Starscream: *Pokepokepokes at his foot... -_- Damnit needs more supplies*
Barricade: <<Watch your step. Misstep, and I will ensure everyone knows about the Nemesis and what is on it. Counter threats do not interest nor scare me.>>
June Frayne: *Still watching Starscream o.o *
Vae: *zoooooooooms back out with the tool box*
Stress Proof: Thankee, bitty *beams at him and sets to work rebooting the Chinchin*
Starscream: <<*Growls* You will pay for threatening me.>> *Well, can't fix himself any better, will just have to live with a limp for the moment*
Darkstalker: *y'know, Starscream, if you'd just agree to follow the Treaty, you wouldn't have to be so paranoid*
White Noise: &&Designated, Starscream. Are you in need of repairs?&&
Starscream: *Is a Decepticon in power. Paranoid = alive* *Looks over White noise shrewdly* &&Your designation and allegiance?&&
White Noise: &&Designated, White Noise. Decepticon junior science officer, communications specialist, field medic.&&
Starscream: *Considers* &&Vey well, assist me with repairs.&&
White Noise: &&You misconstrue. It was a query, not an offer. While such services are provided freely otherwise, you are at current a threat to the Treaty. I am in favor of the Treaty.&&
Starscream: &&Did I at any point say I would not abide by the Treaty?&&
White Noise: &&You did not specify you would abide by it.&&
Starscream: *Didn't, did he?* &&Of course I'll abide by it.&&
White Noise: *optics flick briefly through the spectrum* &&Acknowledged.&& *moves, setting aside the Arm if it's still in its lap, and walking up to the Raptor*
Severed Arm: *Awww.... ;3; Stays in the booth*
Starscream: *Oo Wait a what? Was that an arm??*
White Noise: *yes*
June Frayne: *sneaks over toward Its booth to see if Float is nearby........holy hell, severed arm oo; *
Starscream: *That... is disconcerting at best*
Logan: *Lotsa things to be disconcerted about here ...*
Severed Arm: *Wiggles its fingers at June*
Darkstalker: *is...a bit less terrified now that Starscream has stated he'll abide by the treaty* *comes out of hiding, but definitely keeping her distance*
June Frayne: ........It's alive D8 *flails and flees*
Float: *izzan Arm-shawl* *little tentacle wave at June?*
Severed Arm: *Is a good arm! Not at all like the mech it came from!*
Starscream: *Somehow gets the feeling he's going to hate this place very, very much*
Windshift: *... isn't going to believe that for a moment, but for now, sits herself aside again, near to the Sam-human-she-doesn't-know*
Float: *TT__TT*
White Noise: *sets to repairs with its usual efficiency*
June Frayne: *peeks over a table at the arm o.-*
Starscream: *Watching what White Noise is doing like a hawk*
White Noise: *a repair, as required, no more and no less*
Severed Arm: *Appears to just be an arm, like any that could be taken off a battlefield*
Barricade: *just smiiiiles at Starscream* <<You will find that your threats have to wade through thick water here.>>
June Frayne: *looks from the arm.............to White Noise.................to the arm........................D8 *
Darkstalker: *will just hang about in the bar, probably pilfer more candy, and eventually wander back to her room*
Float: *waves again?*
Chiro: *REBOOTS* *SQUEALING LIKE A STUCK PIG* STARSCREAM IS HERE DDDDDDDDDDDDDX
Speedtrap: *Is right there, warbling softly*
Stress Proof: *tries to hold him* Aye, aye, he is, an' 'tis all well, Chiro, I promise.
Chiro: *whiiiines. AND THE SALEEN IS FULL OF BULLET HOLES. SPASMS*
Vae: O_O
Stress Proof: *we'll be fixing those in a bit, but nae if'n ye BROWN YUIRSELF OOT AGAIN!*
Starscream: <<Do not cross me, Barricade>> *If he loses his Hatchlings, nothing will stop him from revenge. Nothing* *To the Noise* Are there any virus protocol updates I should receive?
White Noise: &&Yes. It can be provided if you are agreeable to the process.&&
Barricade: <<It is -you- who needs not cross -me-. I will remain silent unless -something- trips me off. Mind your own business, you worthless smelt rat, and I will mind mine. I do hope you are smart enough to see more than threats.>>
Chiro: *kneading furiously on Stress and Speedtrap*
Starscream: &&I am.&& *Protection from viruses is always good 8B* *Doesn't reply, there's not need... >> Should perhaps see about doing away with the Saleen, though. He's too much of a hazard...*
Barricade: *go ahead and try.*
Starscream: *Oh no, will wait for the opportune moment. No risks, no mistakes...*
Barricade: *again, go ahead and try...*
White Noise: *gets its stabby and.... moves deftly onto a stool, then onto the counter, and gives the Shrill One his shot as required. Because it is short and Screamer is not*
June Frayne: *moves closer to Float's table o.o *
Float: *waaaaaves ^^__^^ Meet my friend!*
Starscream: *31 feet of seksi, is* *Doesn't even flinch at the stabby*
Barricade: *31 feet of shrill assmunch 8D*
Speedtrap: *Nonstop soft sounds to soothe the poor overwrought Chinchin*
Severed Arm: *Is being still and inanimate*
Logan: *...Just sees 31 feet of places to cram sugar packets and stray marbles....*
Stress Proof: *Vae* <<Vae, in me office, there's a wee bitty trapdoor under me desk. I want ye to bring me one of the small blue bottles in there, and take nothing else, aye? And dinnae tell a -Spark- aboot it.>>
Vae: *nods and zooms off*
Starscream: *... That's going to be uncomfortable as Pit*
Logan: *Marbles in hard to access hollow places are deliciously amusing to inflict upon someone*
Starscream: *How would you like it if someone jammed marbles into your hollow places?*
June Frayne: *.........now thinks that WN is making zombie limbs, ayup*
Logan: *...Doesn’t have any. 8D *
Float: *but... but... ! TT_TT*
White Noise: *steps down, repairs and stabby done*
Starscream: *Turns his attention to Sam*
Barricade: *Yes, by all means, torture Ladiesman217*
Sam Witwicky: *bah, doesn't even notice*
Windshift: *don't do it*
Sam Witwicky: *is watching Chiro et al*
Starscream: *Notice when I stalk that-a-way? Mind, is paying attention to the Autobot femme, while he's at it*
Sam Witwicky: *yes can hear you a mile away* *looks at Screamer.... uhhhh okay then*
June Frayne: *uh oh oo; *
Windshift: *is sitting right.between.him.and.you and is staring at you, Seeker* *just as calmly as you please* Haven't you had enough fun for one night?
Vae: *returns with the item Stress requested*
Starscream: *Shrugs* What, I can't have a talk with Samuel Witwicky?
Barricade: Ladiesman217.
Stress Proof: *beams again* <<Thankee, Vae.>> Chiro? Drink this, please? 'Twill help ye settle down a wee bit.
Sam Witwicky: *no thanks -_- I have to deal with Cade AND Screamer? hurrah*
Chiro: Wh-huh? *looks at it* What is it?
Stress Proof: 'Tis just a wee bit of a tank coating and a soothing agent.
Chiro: I'm fine. I can't. Have work to do.
Stress Proof: 'Tisnae gauny knock ye out, Chiro.
Chiro: But-!
Windshift: *.... so that's who he is* Talking would be one thing, but you'll have to excuse my suspicion after seeing what I have already tonight. Can I trust that's all you'd like to do with him?
Speedtrap: Stress knows what yer gonna do. He wants his rowdyboys to get the best care, right? *Grins down at him*
Stress Proof: *EYES YE, CHINCHIN, and nods at Trappers* Yui'll be perfectly able tae work, Chiro. I wouldnae do that to ye.
Chiro: .....Okay... *sips it fitfully*
Sam Witwicky: *to Screamer in a reasonable voice* Look all I want is a quiet night.
Starscream: *Just grins* Of course. I have no intension of damaging the fleshling who slayed Megatron.
Sam Witwicky: *.........................................oh shit*
Barricade: *takes that opportunity to slink off to the group by the backrooms door, and after a pause, into the back*
Stress Proof: ........................... o.O;
Sam Witwicky: ....you really think I could destroy Megatron? *tries to look doubtful but is pale*
Speedtrap: *Would've shrugged that off as bigmouth turkey talk, but the kid's body language is all wrong*
Starscream: Of course not by yourself. But are you forgetting, I was there? I saw what you did.
Windshift: *is still sitting.right.between.them*
White Noise: *......... interesting* *moves back to its table*
Sam Witwicky: *..... please please please don't bring that up*
Starscream: *Not making a single aggressive move toward him*
Sam Witwicky: *not here not now* Just a quiet night that's all I want.
Speedtrap: *Nope, why would you threaten the critter that gave you power...*
Starscream: No idle chit-chat on how you singlehandedly doomed our race?
Sam Witwicky: *swallows a bit hard* *honestly is speechless for once*
Chiro: *scowls* H-He doomed our race to save countless o-others.
Speedtrap: *Blinks! at Chiro*
Windshift: That's not the story I heard.
Chiro: *.......is going to shit himself if Starscream even looks at him @@*
June Frayne: .......go, little dude, go. o.o
Starscream: *Oh, is LOOKING at that Chinchin*
Stress Proof: *holds the Chinchin steady, and might give him Vae to hold if he can catch the bitty's optic*
Chiro: *YAY I DON'T ACTUALLY HAVE BOWELS*
Vae: o.o *frozen in terror, the biggun is looking this away*
Sam Witwicky: *is surprised that Chiro knew what happened in Mission City considering Optimus told everyone he killed Megatron and destroyed the Allspark*
Stress Proof: *Primus, picks up the bitty to reassure as well*
Chiro: *has insight, child. Insight he sometimes wishes he didn’t have*
Morpho: *you kiiiinda just gave away the kewpie doll with your reaction and bio-readings, kid. This is just a night for surprises*
Windshift: *that... wasn't exactly how she heard it, but she wasn't there, and there's a long line of mechs who heard it before her*
Chiro: *...stop looking at me @@*
Starscream: *Alright, how's about glaring?*
Sam Witwicky: *....well apparently now everyone knows.... probably should leave*
Chiro: *...................about to pop something or have a seizure*
Vae: *pulls out a toy block and throws it at Starscream >< Stoppit, jerkface*
Chiro: *squeak!* Vae-!
Starscream: *. . . *
Sam Witwicky: *moves out of the booth and heads to the door* *leaves quietly*
Vae: *actually has a helluva aim O.O *
June Frayne: ....*follows after Sam*
Windshift: *gets up to follow him out... would like to talk to him, maybe*
Starscream: *You're very lucky you're a bitty* *'Ignores' the mass exodus*
Ratchet: *just pulling into the parking lot, because Stress has been so kind to notify him that SOMEONE is bothering one of his staff*
Vae: *terrified D8 *
Starscream: *You couldn't possibly be referring to me? I'm a lamb, I am*
Ratchet: *make that two of his staff* *transforms, going right past Sam and Windshift without slowing down* Samuel. Windshift. *is on the warpath. IS*
Starscream: *My coward senses are tingling*
Barricade: *the Megatron's-Home-I-Should-Hide senses?*
Starscream: *Not nearly that bad. -_-*
Ratchet: *just wait until I put in a call to the Topkick, he's been dying to go duck hunting...*
Ironhide: *Duck hunting you say...... *
Starscream: *I do believe that would violate the Treaty, and the last time we fought, I dispatched you both*
Ratchet: *you wait your turn, Topkick -_-* *steps in, surprisingly quiet, with medic-ninja (TM) skills*
Chiro: *nudges at Stress* Let's go into the back. P-please.
Stress Proof: Aye an' let's go.
Vae: *peeps*
Starscream: *You forget just how paranoid I am. And you're very, very bright green*
Chiro: *darts into the back*
Vae: *reaches for Ratchet T.T *
Stress Proof: *follows, pausing for a moment to watch Vae*
Chiro: *watching from the hallway*
Ratchet: *c'mere, bitty* *will pick up Vae if he lets him, EYEING the Air Commander* Starscream. Back from the void.... again -_-
Vae: *cling-a, burying his face into his armor*
Starscream: *Turns to regard Ratchet and the bitty* Try sounding less surprised.
Ratchet: The survival of... certain individuals never surprises me *rubs at Vae's back reassuringly* Is there something you require of -my- medical staff?
Starscream: Not at the moment.
Ratchet: Good. Because upsetting a medic that might, in the future, be responsible for keeping your tailfins attached to the rest of the frame, seems vastly counterproductive, don't you think?
Vae: *................purrbles *
Starscream: *Scoffs* Because we all know when it comes down to it, an Autobot medic would save me.
Ratchet: *cocks a heavy optic ridge* Unlike some mechs, each and every Autobot medic, and quite a few Decepticon ones, who work the medbay here, are well aware of the Treaty and have save countless Decepticon lives *smirks* Go ahead and ask Barricade if you don't believe me.
Barricade: *I DO NOT WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH HIM YOU PISSFACED FUCKWIT*
Ratchet: *I know >83* *gives Vae a lolly for being a good bitty, even if he's going to have to tell him later that medics don't throw Lego blocks at mechs 83*
Starscream: *Aah, but Barricade, while an irritating crotchpheasant at best, still falls short of the loathing I seem to inspire* No need.
Ratchet: *.....................................................crotchpheasant? o.O*
Vae: *but........he had it coming?*
Barricade: *...yeah, I don't get it either…*
Starscream: *Well, remember that one time we all got very drunk?*
Ratchet: *oh, he abso-fragging-lutely did, Vae. But medics are dignified and don't throw Lego blocks at potential patients. In public, anyways 83*
Barricade: *..........................................don't talk about that*
Starscream: *And that's where that comes from. >>*
Barricade: *I had forgotten about that. Damn you. ><;*
Ratchet: Hrmph. *gives him a flat look*
Starscream: *Matches it. Has no use for being challenged like that, medic or not*
Ratchet: *who's challenging you? I've got better things to do than go chicken-chasing about*
Starscream: *Is that why you came all the way here to apparently try and chastise me for scaring your medic?*
Ratchet: *I don't chastise. Do I look idiotic enough to try and berate a 30+ foot Seeker like a youngling? I came here to point out facts*
Starscream: *Point out facts as if I was processor damaged. Don't try and pretend you weren't talking down to me*
Ratchet: *I said I wasn't berating. Nothing was said about talking down 83* *heads into the back to see about his staff and their well-being, and fires off a quick message to the A-bot Elite, guess who's visiting and (unfortunately) in relatively un-objectionable behavior*
Starscream: *You all sound like you want me to try and murder you*
Ratchet: *I don't -want- it. That doesn't mean I don't -expect- it*
Starscream: *... Probably would too, if he didn't have something else to keep him in check* *Moves over to the bar counter, to see if there's any energon left at all he can steal*
Morpho: *think you took the last of my free samples, bub*
Starscream: *Vexing* *Tries the comm. that was labeled on the cube* <<Is this the mech responsible for the energon left at the Crash Site?>>
Morpho: *tips his hat back, sittin' up there on a rafter* <>
Starscream: *Looks up at the movement* <>
Morpho: *grins* <<Same as it does everyone else, bub. You get yourself some fuel, honest-like, and I distill it into any grade you want. I keep one cube, two if you want it flavored. And if I find out you ain't dealin' for it legal-like, we're through doin' business, permanently. I should warn you, I'm awful good at findin' out that kind of stuff.>>
Starscream: *And how the heck is he supposed to legally procure fuel? Since hacking the money for it probably still counts as highly illegal*
Morpho: *pretty sure either of the Generals, or even the h00mans, could find somethin' for you to do in exchange for it, bub. Ain't you a scientist as well as a trigger-happy harpy?*
Starscream: *Is a scientist, and a damned good one at that... BUT that would be working for an enemy he'd love to see smolder and die, and might bring Necro attention to himself and his dealings. Besides, if he could get the fuel, is capable of distilling it himself*
Morpho: *well, that's a whole different kettle of fish, bub. You only asked for energon, not fuel*
Starscream: *It would be better if he didn't have to do the distilling himself, and would prefer energon, but not if the price is too unreasonable*
Morpho: *I'm a reasonable mech. Woulda thought the offer made that obvious*
Starscream: <>
Morpho: <<Then it ain't energon you're lookin' for, bub, but raw fuel, and that's a whole different color of horse. Happens most everyone here probably has access to it. Of course, that don't mean they'd deal with you, does it?>>
Starscream: <<You ought not ask rhetorical questions.>>
Morpho: <>
Starscream: *Doesn't believe that, only those trying to hide their intelligence claim to be stupid* <<Obviously a majority will not deal with me. Do you number among them?>>
Morpho: <<I'm strictly a businessmech, bub. But my price might not be somethin' you'd be willin' to pay.>>
Starscream: <<That depends, doesn't it? Name your price.>>
Morpho: <<Information.>>
Starscream: *Now that could be dangerous* <<What could I possibly know that would be worth anything...>>
Morpho: <<Oh, now who's askin' rethorical questions, bub?>>
Starscream: <>
Morpho: <<Of course, bub. And I'll reserve the right to stop dealin' with you if I find out you've answered less than honest-like. That's just good business, no?>>
Starscream: <<Of course.>>
Morpho: <<What do ya need?>>
Starscream: *Hmm... let's start small...* <<*Names an amount of fuel roughly equivalent to fill up an F-22*>>
Morpho: *tips his hat down over his face, thinking* <<Back when your and the Saleen's missiles were having an exchange of opinions, your conversation kept on goin' long after you stopped, didn't it?>>
Starscream: <<Yes, it did.>>
Morpho: <<Alright. Anythin' else?>>
Starscream: <<For the moment, no.>> *Will wait and see if he delivers, first*
Morpho: <<Alright. Gonna need two or three days. *names a nearby ravine, dried up with the current drought* There, in three days, good for you?>>
Starscream: <<Acceptable.>> *Double cross me, and you won't live to enjoy it*
Morpho: *ain't plannin' to, bub. I like secrets, and you promise to carry some nice fat ones...*
Morpho: <<It'll be there. I suggest you show up before sun's up high, though. Heat ain't gonna be good on the fuel.>>
Starscream: *Has looooots of secrets. But only a few he'll part with* <<I'll be there at dawn, then.>>
Morpho: *let the games begin* <<I'll be excusin' myself, then, if you don't mind.>> *leaps down from the rafters, but stops to refill the bowl of crunchies, this time in shapes of frogs and bats* See if you like 'em, bub 83 *tips his hat*
Sunburn: *may try them later, then. Possibly*
Starscream: *That hat is absolutely bizarre* *Watches him as he moves down from the rafters, but seems rather unconcerned with both the thought of him leaving, and the crunchies being available to try*
Morpho: *don't diss the hat, it's a damn good hat* *heads out*
Starscream: *. . . . Steals a handful of crunchies for later inspection, well aware he's still being watched*
Sky Hunter: *walks into the bar...and stops momentarily* hel...lo *got Prime's message, but didn't expect seeing that one back here. Heads over to a table*
Starscream: *Looks the new one over sharply*
Sky Hunter: *flexes the spikes on his back* what?
Starscream: Did I say anything?
Sky Hunter: Might have been by the look you gave me *takes a cube out of a compartment*
Starscream: You should be less sensitive. It was but a look. *Takes his leave of the bar*
Rapid Fire: *Shifts on his rafter perch once the Air Commander is gone*
Sky Hunter: *eh, probably. It just isn't every day Decepticon Air Commanders show up at the bar*
Rapid Fire: *Which is rather a good thing, if anything*
Sky Hunter: *That depends on your preferences, with the Treaty?*
Rapid Fire: *Treaty nothing... Starscream is unpredictable at best, and dangerous... and probably a better boss than Galeforce, so far as he's concerned* *And it's that sort of thinking that could get a mech killed. Again. -_-*
Sky Hunter: *well, sure he is. But I'm not going to get into who might be the best leader. What's so superior with having the war go on anyway?*
Rapid Fire: *Because nothing was solved... *
Sky Hunter: *wasn't it?*
Rapid Fire: *Not from my point of view.*
Sky Hunter: *You're probably not alone in that. Plenty of mechs are probably managing anyway*
Rapid Fire: *Is managing. But will not give up hope that one day things are rectified*