Synapse
Minor
Do not touch...please
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Post by Synapse on Oct 18, 2007 18:45:37 GMT -5
Synapse frowns again at the rather enthusiastic display of hugging and a very brief shudder runs through him. Just keep it off to the distance and everything will be alright.
With everyone trickling out, there's not so much to pay attention to anymore. Synapse gives Holi a small farewell and then promptly sends his nodes elsewhere once more.
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Oct 18, 2007 21:32:22 GMT -5
Now Nightbeat's wishing he hadn't thrown away his flask. Because only oil and lots of it was going to get the image of Grimlock being cute out of his brain.
"I'm going to be seeing that in my nightmares," he mutters.
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Wheelie
Rookie
Can't sleep. Sharkticons will eat me.
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Post by Wheelie on Oct 18, 2007 21:35:32 GMT -5
Wheelie is being a bit too squished to actually return the hug, but he senses no malice from Grimlock at all.
"Wheelie doesn't know who big bot is, to hug him up so tight, but Wheelie knows a friend indeed, so everything's all right!"
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Grimlock
Major
There's no crying in Basebrawl!
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Post by Grimlock on Oct 19, 2007 15:08:38 GMT -5
Grimlock's optic band flickers in a blink, and then he lets Wheelie back down. "Me? Me Grimlock! Me friend of Wheelie, and commander of Dinobots!"
...though Grimlock's not going to mention that Wheelie managed to hurt him in their first meeting. Pride and all.
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Post by Swerve on Oct 20, 2007 18:20:49 GMT -5
Swerve continues to lurk by the ballot box and hope this stupid affair will finish up sooner than later. Unimaginably, he still looks displeased to be here when so many others can come and go as it suits them.
He's going for a long drive after this. Maybe with the radio off.
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Synapse
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Post by Synapse on Oct 20, 2007 20:49:19 GMT -5
How many people haven't voted yet? Is it just Wheelie? No one else right?
Synapse turns his gaze to the ballot box and its rather shiny contents. He and Swerve, they are just supposed to watch the box right? Does that mean that someone else will be going over and counting the votes?
He suddenly realizes that there is no longer any tension along Tiny's leash. The dragonette somehow curled up unnoticed at Synapse's feet, by now fast asleep. To Synapse's credit, he doesn't flinch back--that would mean probably jerking Tiny out of her slumber. Instead he stands to attention, not quite daring to move his legs at all in fear of rousing her. Let sleeping dragon(ette)s lie.
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Oct 20, 2007 23:19:24 GMT -5
Nightbeat's beginning to regret having tossed away his flask. "I'm getting out of here," he mutters while he transforms. "Before I see something else I can't unsee."
And then he races off.
((exit Nightbeat, stage left))
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Wheelie
Rookie
Can't sleep. Sharkticons will eat me.
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Post by Wheelie on Oct 20, 2007 23:30:09 GMT -5
"Wheelie say find friend today! With Grimlock on Autobot side, we're really on our way!" Wheelie bubbles happily. "With Wheelie's skills and Grimlock's might, we'll give those 'cons an awful fright!"
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Grimlock
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There's no crying in Basebrawl!
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Post by Grimlock on Oct 21, 2007 6:47:16 GMT -5
"Now Wheelie talking!" Grimlock says, positively grinning with a faceplate. Don't ask how he does it, Grimlock wouldn't know. Neither would his player! Grimlock punches his fist into his palm.
"...though now Wheelie need to vote."
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Post by Swerve on Oct 21, 2007 19:21:19 GMT -5
Yeah, voting. Voting would be a good idea right about now, if the aggravated snarl of Swerve's engine as he throws a heated glare at the happy couple is any indicator.
"Could ya maybe get a move on?" he grumbles, and anyone paying attention to his face may notice his expression softening ever so slightly for a split second as his gaze flicks over the beaming Wheelie. It's gone as soon as it's there and his scowl returns in full force.
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Synapse
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Do not touch...please
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Post by Synapse on Oct 21, 2007 19:34:11 GMT -5
Paying attention is what Synapse was made to do and he does it to the best of his ability. But he has no idea of what to make of Swerve's flickering expression and looks quickly away, acting as if he hadn't been witness to anything the racer had done at all.
Instead he holds out the ballot he had torn out and a stylus towards Wheelie. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble..."
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Wheelie
Rookie
Can't sleep. Sharkticons will eat me.
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Post by Wheelie on Oct 21, 2007 21:30:16 GMT -5
Wheelie looked between everyone and then looked down at the ground.
"Wheelie tries for fun, he tries to be light, but he's serious when he says he can't read or write."
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Grimlock
Major
There's no crying in Basebrawl!
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Post by Grimlock on Oct 21, 2007 23:30:15 GMT -5
Grimlock reaches over and takes the ballot and stylus from Synapse, and plunks down beside Wheelie with a fairly big THUD. (Probably cracking the ground, too. Him Grimlock have big butt and cannot lie.)
"Me Grimlock write for Wheelie, then! Who Wheelie vote for?"
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Rattrap
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Sarcasm as a Lifestyle
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Post by Rattrap on Oct 22, 2007 16:52:28 GMT -5
Rattrap ambles along the street at a sedate pace, as inconspicuous as a rat the size of a Rottweiler can be strolling through an empty city. He's been putting off this vote, mostly because voting for a leader? Bad idea on the other mudball. How it's supposed to magickally be any better on this mudball is beyond him, but whatever; if that's how the Autobots wanna do it, who's Rattrap to argue?
It isn't off to the best of starts, either, when a very large mechanism drops to the ground, rocking the plaza under his paws; Rattrap tenses for a moment, crouching, and looks up… and up…. His beady little black eyes widen as he takes in the huge heap of robot sitting there bubbling like a factory fresh over the voting. Primus, are Autobots ever weird sometimes.
"Well, I s'pose dat's one way ta greet a guy," mumbles the rat under his breath before he makes his way across the plaza to the box with the guards. After all, if there's bots guarding a box, it's either important and he makes his vote there or it's a decoy and he plays along. Either way works fine for him. "Yo. Yeah, down heah! Yoo-hoo!" He stands on his hind feet and waves his forepaws in the air. These Autobots better get used to looking way down, because there's no way he's doing this every time he needs to get someone's attention. "Ya wouldn't happen ta have anything leftover fer a fella ta place his vote, wouldja?" he asks of neither the red-and-white nor the green-and-blue Autobot in particular. "Or did I waste my time showin' up? 'Cause dat'd just figure…."
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Post by Swerve on Oct 22, 2007 21:37:54 GMT -5
It's a talking… what the smelt is this thing, anyway? Swerve gives the rat an uneasy glance and shoves what remains of one of the half-sheets at him. Where the other stylus went, he has no idea.
"Don't do anything stupid," he growls in warning even as his gaze drifts again to Grimlock and Wheelie, optics dimming and narrowing in suspicion on the larger mech. That big lummox had better not try sneaking in a second vote.
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