Holi
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Post by Holi on Sept 6, 2009 14:09:06 GMT -5
Finally! Finally, Holi is off-duty and can see what's up with this party. And maybe he's a little worried that Clipper might be hanging out with some guys and liking it more than she likes hanging out with him.
Only a little worried.
He peeks around the doorframe, aiming to spy a bit and get a feel for the mood before he just walks right on in. Everything looks pretty ordinary, really. Autobots chatting, sipping their drinks, having a good time with each other… and… and did that guy on the table with Clipper just put his arm around her? Holi stares at them for a couple of seconds, mouth agape in shock. The nerve! The sheer nerve it takes to be that forward with a girl! To be that forward with someone else's girl! Holi makes impotent spluttering noises, fists twitching, before he manages to get a hold of himself. He's the captain of the Rescue Patrol team, after all. He can be cool and mature about this. He reminds himself of that as he strolls in with his best confident walk.
"Good evening!" he announces once he's within earshot of the table. He gives the group a friendly wave, too. "Did I miss anything?" And can he glare at Whirligig hard enough around his smile to make lasers shoot from his optic band?
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Post by Clipper on Sept 6, 2009 14:39:12 GMT -5
"Holi-kun!" Clipper exclaims. She, fortunately, has the presence of mind left to at least set her mug down upon the edge of the table before she flings herself at Holi.
Hopefully he catches her.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Sept 6, 2009 14:57:43 GMT -5
"Inside bot, eh?" Whirligig contemplates, eyeing Firebolt.
He's barely registered Holi's arrival before the pink 'Bot under his arm suddenly... isn't. He stares at the empty space under his arm for a long moment, before looking over to where Clipper has flung herself, waving at Holi. "Hi!"
He then makes good use of his now freed-up arm to cuddle his cube of energon. So delicious! He's spent so long scavenging fuel from... questionable sources, this is like a gift from the Allspark itself.
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 6, 2009 15:17:08 GMT -5
"Miss... Hehe..." Firebolt says shyly, as she picks up the red cube and then takes a long drink. "I'm not that big. I'm just a teeny lil Ferrari. I just got here too, so I think I will try that stuff..." She looks down at Wheelie and then points, "Teenytiny CUTE!!" She declares and then drops down her head to the table, and reaches out to poke at him, her optics wide and questioning, "You are very tiny and cute but there is cuter here I think... O-ya-indeed," she stands up and then takes another drink of the kind she's holding before leaning up against the table.
She flops her head back and stares up at the ceiling, thinking about the 'three kinds of drunk people' before picking up a random kind of energon and takes a drink of it. She stares into the cube before hiccuping, her ponytails partially jolting open for a moment. "Hee~ Tastes good."
"So... How'sh everyone..?" she asks after a moment.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Sept 6, 2009 15:33:02 GMT -5
Okay, everyone's getting a bit too close and hostile for Wheelie's tastes. Especially the red Ferrari! "'Ey, watch it! You almost poked my eye out!" He darts to the other side of the cube, cussing and grumbling some more, his optics looking at those around him rather suspiciously before he allows himself to dip his head into the cube and drink quite greedily. It's a good thing he doesn't have to breathe!
Whoa! Yeah! This is the good stuff!
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Post by Makeshift on Sept 7, 2009 12:07:00 GMT -5
"Well, you're pretty big compared to us," Makeshift notes to Firebolt, dipping his empty cup back into a cube, this time sampling a yellowish mixture with a tang of sulfur. His optic band flares for a second as he sips it, followed by a slight coughing sound. "Strong one there."
"And where I'm from, there's plenty of other 'bots my size," he says to Whirligig of size issues. "Of course, I still seem to be the only one from my reality around." Somehow he's missed Demolishor's entry in the database. Not the exact same reality, but close enough that he'd be worried.
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Holi
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Post by Holi on Sept 8, 2009 12:00:37 GMT -5
"Uwaaah!" Holi's jaw drops when Clipper launches herself off the tabletop at him. It isn't that it's a long drop – it isn't that much of a drop, really – it's that Clipper is falling at him and there will be hell to pay if he doesn't catch her. But she isn't falling in a way that makes her easier to catch, either!
He's doomed.
He tries anyway, stubbornly setting his jaw and centering himself right where he calculates the angle of her fall will land her. He braces for the impact, holding his arms up just high and wide enough to close around her the moment she reaches him. It's just like catching someone falling from a building window without the same pitfalls as catching a human. Just another rescue; he can do this. He's got this! She's practically in his arms already. Clipper's… practically in his arms already.
All the nerve Holi mustered evaporates in the moment he processes that it's Clipper's smiling face flying at his own and that those are her arms trying to lock around his shoulders, and with his resolve apparently goes his ability to stand. He crumples backward with a startled, dismayed wail as she makes contact, toppling to the floor with a crash much too loud for his size as far as he's concerned.
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Post by Clipper on Sept 8, 2009 20:29:42 GMT -5
Clipper tumbles to the floor on top of Holi, but his intervention at least ensures that it is a controlled tumble. She lands atop him, sprawled with her arms braced on his shoulders, and legs straddling his abdomen with a soft, "Whuff!"
My, but he's quick! Her dashing Rescue Captain, she'd expect no less of him.
"I thought it was supposed to be the guy whisking the gal off of her feet?" she giggles coquettishly. At least she's kind enough to say it in Micronese.
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 9, 2009 11:28:45 GMT -5
"Nyoro~n.. I'm sorry..." Firebolt drops her head down to the edge of the table and watches Wheelie for a few good moments, her ponytails twitching occasionally. She turns her head, still leaning it on the table, watching as Holi catches Clipper. She feels jealous, and then isn't quite sure why. She stands up and then reaches over, picking up the mentioned red drink.
"Woo..." She swoons in place, "That's strong stuff..."
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Sept 9, 2009 17:20:37 GMT -5
Whirligig peers over at Makeshift. "So what, you're actually a normal-sized guy masquerading as a short guy?"
He tries to look serious for a moment, as if this would be a horrible affront to, uh, shortness or something, but quickly dissolves into a fit of snickers interspersed with the occasional guffaw. Smacking the tabletop with his palm a couple of times, he finishes up his laughing fit with a "whooo" and gazes fondly at his cube of energon. "S'good stuff."
Good though it may be, he likes the sound of that 'strong one there' Makeshift discovered, and so he abandons his current cube and goes prowling for another. There the yellowish mix awaits, past the little angry guy with his head in a drink- Wait, hold up a second. The little guy said he was a bomb. He has not forgotten this, though he did get rather distracted. Okay, attention temporarily redirected from booze!
Picking his way about the cubes - and managing not to step in or trip over any of them, despite a noticeable sway to his walk - he sidles up behind Wheelie and plops down, planting a leg to either side of the cube. Leaning down until his chin practically touches the small bot's head, he practically purrs, "So, bits n' bytes, are you really a bomb?"
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Sept 9, 2009 18:14:52 GMT -5
Wheelie watches the display, but he didn't find it cute at all, something he showed by rolling his optics. "Go git yerselvesh a room..." He grumbles out of annoyance, though his words are slurred and a little out of focus. Maybe he shouldn't have drank the strong stuff first, not to mention so much of it!
...Of course, he just goes right back in for a second big gulp. Or he would have if Whirligig wasn't invading his personal space again. The RC truck looks up at the orange Autobot, growling out of annoyance, though he also feels rather uncomfortable. "What? Ya denshe 'r shomethin'? Ya want me to schmack sum' sense into ya?"
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Holi
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Post by Holi on Sept 10, 2009 21:05:22 GMT -5
Holi makes a face at Clipper – after briefly looking around, worried someone might be giving their little spectacle any disapproving looks – and halfway pouts as he sits up and lifts her with him.
"You didn't whisk me off my feet," he protests. "It was a… strategic tumble to ease the impact! You could've been hurt falling into me like that otherwise!"
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Post by Clipper on Sept 10, 2009 22:11:54 GMT -5
Clipper, unless otherwise noted, is speaking Micronese.
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"I didn't fall, silly," Clipper corrects, slapping one hand against his shoulder playfully as she shifts her legs to straddle his lap. "I jumped." Because that is a very important distinction. "Because I knew you would catch me. I didn't know you would fall, though."
She giggles quite suddenly, patting both shoulders now as her whole body wiggles upon his lap with her mirth. "Holi! You fell for me!"
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Firebolt
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 12, 2009 10:28:51 GMT -5
There are three major types of drunks, the "I love you guy," the "I hate you guy," and the "MERE guy."1 Firebolt staggers and leans up against the table, pointing at Whirligig and decides he's adorable.
"'MERE!!" She declares, holding her hand out and halfway sprawling over the table. "You guysh are so cute... " She smiles, "Itty bitty cute..." She stops, and leans on her hand, "I liiiike somebody, I think. What do you guysh think I sssshould do."
She doesn't stop to think that these guys are not the ones to ask advice of.
1: Gabriel Igesias - Hot and Fluffy
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Sept 12, 2009 20:36:48 GMT -5
"Aw, why you gotta lead a bot on, huh?" Oh, he hadn't really expected Wheelie to actually be some sort of living explosive, but he had been hopeful. "And who you calling dense, ya miswired, glitched-up, angry little scraplet in serious need of a defrag?"
Smiling cheerfully, he reaches out his right hand to prod Wheelie's head with a finger, likely with more force than he necessarily intended.
At Firebolt's exclamation Whirligig looks up. "Hm?" He quirks a brow. "Hey, Red, I think maybe you got the wrong impression here. We aren't a couple or anything!" Grinning down at Wheelie he further attempts to prod the small bot's head, and coos, "Though you are a cutesy-wootsy little rage-ball, aren't you? Yes you are!"
Ignoring any likely angry responses from his current victim for the moment, he looks back over to Firebolt and advises, "The obvious answer is to express your feelings through song! And giving 'em a bomb couldn't hurt, neither. People love bombs!"
Well, actually, Whirligig loves bombs. But really, who can't do with some explosives, right?
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