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Post by Swerve on Jun 21, 2008 4:29:19 GMT -5
Swerve looks perturbed because he is perturbed. Muttering and cursing a streak that threatens to beat his personal record, he reluctantly stalks his way to the stage for a second time this evening, now with something – a data stick – clutched in one fist. A fragment of a sentence that sounds like a death threat for towing him into this is just audible as he arrives to the podium, then he falls silent and stares at it, not the audience, for a second.
Finally, abruptly, his scowl becomes more like a resigned sneer and he slaps one hand onto the podium, snatching up a datapad and fumbling the much-abused data stick into a port so he can see just what more humiliation he's getting put through.
"So this is for," he starts, pausing to check the screen, "…Best Original Autobot." He looks puzzled. "Original what, make? Model?" He vents long and noisily, gears grinding right along with his jaw. Need to get this over with. Too hot up here. "Contenders are Boondocker… who the smelt's this? Ah, frag it," he tacks on hurriedly, "got three more t' go. Gizmo, with shavings for struts, Pee-Dee–" He shoots a pointed glare up at the Junkions' box seat, optics gleaming like polished bronze in the lights. "–Who's got most of her screws loose if you ask me… and Synapse. Too jumpy."
He falls silent again, save a faint, high-pitched whine that might be mistaken for microphone feedback. This won't be a long break.
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Synapse
Minor
Do not touch...please
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Post by Synapse on Jun 21, 2008 8:42:17 GMT -5
Synapse makes no sound as he slides down in his corner, shocked and embarrassed expression plastered once more on his face.
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Boondocker
Rookie
General Contractor at Large and Sanitation Engineer Second-Class
Pickup Man
Posts: 216
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Post by Boondocker on Jun 21, 2008 11:11:27 GMT -5
So THIS must be the 'real' Swerve.
...mighty cranky for an Autobot. He keeps this up, and Boondocker might just find Gears downright likable in comparison.
An' it looks like he doesn't know who Boondocker is, so Boony stands up, white suit and all, cane in one hand. "I say, now I say, now I say boy, I'm Boondocker!" Or Foghorn Leghorn.
Then, after going over his head, the fact that he's in this award thingy comes back and nips him in the butt. "...waitaminute, y'all sayin' ah'm nominated fer somethin'?" Best Original Autobot? Well...he hadn't met any other Autobots with an accent like his. Synapse didn't have an accent, though, nor did Miz Pee-Dee. He hadn't met Gizmo yet, though.
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Gizmo
Rookie
Blue and Nerdy
Posts: 147
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Post by Gizmo on Jun 21, 2008 20:48:24 GMT -5
Gizmo's bored by now, slouched in his seat with his feet up on the table, twirling his "Padawan braid" with one hand and idly staring at the cup in his other hand as if it's the most fascinating thing in the world. So when Swerve announces his name, it startles him a bit -- not badly enough to set his self-defense mechanisms going off again, but enough for him to attempt to sit up and instead fall backward out of his chair.
"Whaaaaa!"
Well, Boondocker's met Gizmo now...
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Post by Swerve on Jun 27, 2008 15:22:27 GMT -5
"Okay, that's long enough," Swerve mutters, tossing the pad back to the podium and very nearly knocking over the little crystal trophy that wasn't sitting there before. Its shape gives the impression of a light, a partial, spindled shell curved around a central orb that seems to gleam with its own faint bluish light – probably filled with a drop of rarefied energon. It's delicate and pretty and he wants to hand it off and be done with it. "Pee-Dee, will you get off your rims and come get this blasted thing?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jul 4, 2008 14:16:56 GMT -5
"Mrfle?"
Pee-Dee peeks out from her box seat, optics blazing in the pleasant way that suggests someone is well on their way to being completely hammered. "Oh, sure!"
Then she jumps down. Her ankle snaps, gets reattached, and she makes her way to the podium to grab the trophy. Of course, getting to the stage and podium seems to require a great deal of effort and concentration, and she still almost winds up plowing into several other people.
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