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Post by SceneMod on May 10, 2008 22:12:50 GMT -5
The lights come up in the theater, and the Transformers of Deadzone all find themselves waking up. They are, without explanation, in a large theater of some sort. Seats are sized to the seated, and arranged in such a way that everyone has a good view of the stage. Then, before more than the basic realizations can be made, the lights dim once more, the curtains on the stage part, and Screwdriver skips onto the stage, doing a cartwheel half way to her destination. She curtsies to the gathered, then beams happily. "Welcome, welcome, welcome, boys and girls, boys and girls, welcome, welcome, welcome to the show." "We're so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside." Pee-Dee strolls out more sedately, stopping just inside arm's reach of Screwdriver if the little girl will let her. "Tonight, we'll be celebrating the prowess and valor of our many noble and diabolical fellows stranded on this alien world. Should you grow bored, there is a wet bar off to your left." She gestures. "Should you grow rowdy, you will find yourself blessed with Junkion-ness tonight." She also beams at the audience. Screwdriver shuffles and grows a little nervous at Pee-Dee's approach, but lets her do so. She listens as Pee-Dee speaks, then says, "Should you grow restless... well, that's too bad, little birds! Your cage is locked tight tonight, and you'll not leave until you've received your due!" Pee-Dee gives Screwdriver a big, friendly smile before turning back to the audience. "Some of you should find some datasticks in your cupholders. You'll be presenting some of the awards. If you've a problem with that, tough cookies." Screwdriver takes one step away at the smile, then turns back to the audience and adds, "C is for cookie. That's good enough for me!" "First to present is the Red Wizard," she says, gesturing to Perceptor, but leaving what he's presenting to Pee-Dee. "Come on down, Perceptor, and tell us about the best scenes in our little extended re-assignment. And now, Screwdriver and I will retire to our box-seat, kick up our feet, and enjoy some high-grade. But we'll be keeping the microphones." She waves at the audience, then starts cat-herding Screwdriver off the stage. "Oh, and watch out for our fashion commentator." Screwdriver allows herself to be herded, though not without several flips and cartwheels. Silly little girl! And then, it is done, and the spotlight is on Perceptor.
OOC: This is mainly an excuse to have some silly OOC fun with the awards. You don't have to participate if you don't want to. Also, it will be assumed that no one remembers the awards ceremony once they are done. It also takes place at an undetermined point in time when no one is injured. Characters can start brawls, but the damage will be non-lethal, so it is rather pointless. There is a wet bar. We won't be doing these in turns, being as they are OOC silliness, but please, don't hog a thread. Also, the presenters are requested to list the candidates before the winner.
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Eye-fire
Major
In two minds about everything
Posts: 597
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Post by Eye-fire on May 10, 2008 22:22:48 GMT -5
Eye-Fire sits at his table, looking particularly relaxed. Of course, its hard to tell with this mech, but his general posture and how he slowly scans about the room give away that he isn't tensed by this situation.
Someone has managed to get a white bowtie around his neck, and it appears he ether hasn't noticed it or doesn't mind it. Of more interest is the drink in his hands, which is half empty. He'll leave others to try and figure out where his fuel intake apparatus is.
all in all, he hopes this goes down without incident, as he's more or less useless in a brawl even if he can just pick pieces of himself up.
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Post by Slingshot on May 10, 2008 22:45:40 GMT -5
Slingshot perches on a stool at his own table. Yeah, sticking his jet in a chair with a back is asking for a broken chair whenever the Aerialbot got tired of squirming to find a comfortable position. Creepy that whoever took them here took that into account.
For some odd reason, he appears to be wearing a high-necked, midnight blue jacket hemmed with red and belted with a brilliant white belt. Four golden buttons in the symbol of the eagle and anchor hold it shut. Long blue trousers cover his legs, also hemmed with red, and shiny black dress shoes cover his feet. There is even a white brimmed hat on his head. Somehow, despite his jet, Slingshot wears the full dress uniform of a United States Marine.
He also lacks booze. Woeface.
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Thundercracker
Minor
Accomodatus the Obliging, Costumer Extraordinaire
Maybe they should just move my berth to repair bay and have done with it...
Posts: 259
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Post by Thundercracker on May 10, 2008 22:52:18 GMT -5
Thundercracker takes a seat at an otherwise empty table halfway back, leaning back to enjoy the show. Inexplicably, he's wearing a tuxedo, though how it fits around his wings and armguns is anyone's guess.
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Bluestreak
Rookie
Silence is golden, but the motormouth is silver...
Posts: 213
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Post by Bluestreak on May 10, 2008 22:56:02 GMT -5
And in walks Bluestreak, who has a rather confused look on his face... and is garbed in a full-length formal gown that quite accentuates his, um, curves.
"Um... wow, I guess I overdressed for the occasion..." he muses.
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Post by Blackout on May 10, 2008 23:00:52 GMT -5
Blackout is seated near the back, because not many would be able to see over his rotors otherwise. He does not have a seat; he just sits back on his tail boom, balancing easily between that and his big feet.
He seems oddly calm. At least, until someone notices three very large empty cups in front of him, and a fourth in progress.
Scorponok rests in Blackout's lap. The scorpion is, oddly, in a formal gown, complete with stockings on all six legs, with a ribbon tied to its tail stinger. How is it these don't explode into shreds when the pointy bot moves? Who knows?
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
Posts: 272
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Post by Mixmaster on May 10, 2008 23:17:12 GMT -5
Mixmaster is keeping an eye out for his gestalt mates as he wanders with complete innocence over to the bar. This is relatively normal.
He is wearing an orange skirt, a grass necklace, and a bright yellow cape hanging over his drum. This...isn't all that abnormal either, actually.
La dee-dum-dee. See how innocent he's being? He's not heading towards the liquids that just happen to be publically available for any nefarious reasons, no.
And he most certainly isn't giggling. Not. At. All.
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Post by Sable Conolly on May 10, 2008 23:19:29 GMT -5
Scourge awakens in a glittery rhinestone cowgirl outfit, complete with Stetson hat. It's all done in shades of pink and yellow and rather resembles a more glamorous version of the outfit that Kelly was wearing when Scourge scanned her. He looks down at his sleeves, skirt, and cowgirl boots with mild distress and disgust. Scourge knows fashion, and this is not it. However, he doesn't strip out yet. This situation is baffling, and he awaits orders from the top.
Until then, Scourge decides to lurk and see what he can learn from this odd affair.
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Post by Long Range on May 10, 2008 23:26:14 GMT -5
Though not actually wearing a tux, Long Range is colored in the right way to seem as if he is. He is wearing a bowtie though, which he keeps tugging on. He is not used to formal wear of any sort.
Seeing nobody behind the bar, Long Range makes his way over. No, he isn't just worried about Mixmaster doing something awful, but that does play into it.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on May 10, 2008 23:33:44 GMT -5
Bambi awakens in robot mode and is none too happy about it. She prefers her dinosaur mode, really. She has been sandwiched into the prim dress of a Victorian exploress, complete with steel-boned corset and parasol. Bambi scowls down at the corset, but her attention is quickly drawn by the datastick in the cupholder. She sniffs at it curiously and then snatches up the datastick greedily.
That done, she is has far too much energy in her to sit still, and she leaves her seat to go find something more interesting.
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Grimlock
Major
There's no crying in Basebrawl!
Posts: 637
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Post by Grimlock on May 10, 2008 23:41:24 GMT -5
For a time, soft music plays from the stage.
That is, until the pianist wakes up. Flat notes sporfle from the piano as Grimlock boggles at his tuxedoey getup and this strange device. He looks around to see Pee-Dee and some other Junkion at the podium.
"HEY! Why me Grimlock in funny armor and at strange noise-making computer?!"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 10, 2008 23:45:51 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is wearing his old ceremonial council robes, and he shines so much that it nearly hurts to look at him. The robes are impractical, woven through with gaudy metal threads, and to be perfectly honest? They are pompous.
He will either physically or verbally slap anyone who says so, however. He snatches up the datastick in his cupholder.
They're in funny outfits and being forced to do an awards show. Oh dear. Time to go hide behind a stronger Autobot.
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Post by Hook on May 10, 2008 23:46:04 GMT -5
There is a certain religion on Cybertron that revered Vector Sigma as the creator of life. One of the myriad order variants was based in Kaon and had a particular emphasis on learning the arts of mind-programming to emulate Vector Sigma's ability to create new minds.
Hook is sitting in the vestments of an ordained priest of that sect. Programming symbols and circuits of gold-thread are woven in harmonious designs with cloth-of-silver robes, and a stole that is a single massive circuit-board, created thin and pliant. Hook, being the rather impudent mech he is, has looped it around his neck several times like a scarf.
There is a line of five empty glasses in front of him at the table he used to share with Mixmaster. A sixth is in his hand. It seems that alcoholism is a viable life-choice for today.
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Cannonball
Minor
Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
Posts: 470
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Post by Cannonball on May 10, 2008 23:55:36 GMT -5
Cannonball is dressed up in the garb of a very successful pirate captain - a stolen naval commander's coat of blue with golden buttons and trim, and various fancy things underneath. And some boots. How he's pulled those off, we'll never know. He even has a polished silver hook mounted on his blaster, and a tri-corner hat on. He snatches up the data-stick, peering at the device before pocketing it.
Well, it's a party, right? Time to scope out those of the fairer chassis-build...
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Airazor
Rookie
"Airazor, you have to let go," Tigatron said with a slight smirk.
Posts: 186
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Post by Airazor on May 10, 2008 23:56:06 GMT -5
Airazor's sitting on a stool at a table near the front. She could've dealt with a chair (her back kibble isn't nearly as large as a jet's), but she's used to stools anyways. She's wearing a green evening gown with straps that dip into a broad v in the front. The gown also has a VERY low back. Hey, her chest doesn't need the support from a bra that a human female would need, so why not? It also hugs her curves in all the right ways and looks better on her than any robot has a right to look in human clothing. The gown shimmers as she moves. Were she standing up, her feet would peek out the front of the bottom hem, while the hem would dip down to trail in the back.
In front of her on the table is a glass of energon. She's only had about a quarter of it, and seems to be saving the rest. She's already checked her datastick and subspaced it.
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