Grimlock
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There's no crying in Basebrawl!
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Post by Grimlock on Mar 1, 2008 23:33:30 GMT -5
Grimlock turns toward Nightbeat, sharing Rodimus' surprise. "What you mean? Cooperate with Decepticons? We have no reason to cooperate! Unicron not here!"
As Grimmy hasn't lived through Five Faces of Darkness and other episodes yet, he doesn't know the implications of Quintesson tech being on the planet.
"If you mean we work together with them to get home, me Grimlock not interested!"
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First Aid
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Post by First Aid on Mar 3, 2008 0:26:25 GMT -5
First Aid is late. An embarrassing, but not entirely unfamiliar circumstance. He attempts to make his way discreetly to the edge of the roof to take stock of the party – he’s never liked wandering poorly informed into any circumstance, even when it’s perfectly safe.
There’s a lot to take in. At least he didn’t turn up in the middle of the ceremony. Walking in during tends to be more awkward than making amends after.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 4, 2008 13:33:05 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron fights the urge to backhand Nightbeat as the detective says something that Emirate Xaaron very carefully did not tell Rodimus Prime. It figures that Nightbeat would know that. It just figures, doesn't it? Emirate Xaaron wonders if he could ever persuade one of the medics to install a radio-controlled bomb in Nightbeat so that if Nightbeat is ever captured, he doesn't blab everything to the Decepticons.
Didn't Emirate Xaaron vow to stop doing that sort of thing to people? He can't see why he did, right now!
He half-sighs, half-hisses in irritation, and he radios Rodimus Prime, //Nightbeat is... correct. Epic sweeping prophesies are impressive to the believers, but Primus would have been negligent if he didn't keep his options open.//
Seizing on Skyfire's suggestion, he agrees, "A capital idea, that." Emirate Xaaron reassures Grimlock, "Plan B is just Plan B, and it does not preclude the existence of a Plan C."
He waves to First Aid and comments, "You missed all the commotion."
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Nightbeat
Minor
Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 4, 2008 18:13:22 GMT -5
Some detectives are broody and secretive. Some prefer personal narration. Some like to dress up a succession of young boys in very small shorts and pixie boots. Nightbeat, it seems, is chatty.
Besides, to him, it's often that he doesn't realize the other person doesn't know. While he's aware he's observant, he's always amazed that other people don't see the same things he does. Sometimes, it seems, others just aren't as on the ball as they should be.
"Yeah," he agrees. "We definitely need a think-session."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 4, 2008 18:40:12 GMT -5
Well, some people get dumped in their jobs with no turn-over or legend passdown. Rodimus didn't even know the name 'Primus' when he became Prime!
//I... see,// he replies to Emirate Xaaron over the radio, disturbed not so much by the fact that everyone but him seemed to know this as he is by the indication that it was intentionally kept from him.
Rodimus dips his head towards Skyfire. "You're right. This is neither the time nor the place to discuss this, but we will need to talk about it." And it's hard. It's so hard not do demand that they end the party now, head down to the meeting room, and begin going over things right now. But the troops need to unwind. They need this.
And, if Rodimus is truthful with himself, so does he.
"But in the meantime," he goes on, forcing cheer into voice in expression, "this is a party, and I do believe I hear music." He turns towards Arcee, his smile becomes more genuine, and he reaches his right hand towards her. "Care to dance?"
Arcee's been to Earth! She knows how to swing-dance! Right?
OOC: Assuming Arcee agrees, out of thread.
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Post by Makeshift on Mar 4, 2008 19:18:35 GMT -5
"Well, this is all over my head." Yes, apparently, the first one to make a short joke is the Mini-con himself. Then again, in his reality, even the smallest bulks tower over him.
Makeshift just shrugs. "If anyone needs me, I'll be over there." He indicates an unoccupied corner of the roof, then heads off for a refill before meandering over there.
OOC: Out of thread unless addressed.
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Ironfire
Cadet
Baron von Troperton
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Post by Ironfire on Mar 4, 2008 20:26:03 GMT -5
Late. Ironfire is late. She doesn't much like that, but no changing it now. The gray and green 'bot works her way into the party, stopping to pick up a drink. She's not massively bulky, as some with tank alternate forms are, but she's not slender, either. Short treads hang behind her shoulders, and a round cannon points up at each side. Her goggles are perched as usual on the forehead of her helmet. They're really only there for decorative effect.
Ironfire is to be frank a little worried. Parties usually mean something bad is coming up, at least that's what Terran writing suggests. But, she reminds herself, we're not Terrans. So, relax, drink, make merry. She doesn't pay much attention to who she's wandered near, but greets whoever it may be with a friendly wave.
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Skyfire
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I'm a scientist, not a....
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Post by Skyfire on Mar 4, 2008 22:38:00 GMT -5
"I quite agree, Rodimus." Skyfire grinned. "Now it's R&R time."
"Hey, First Aid! Glad you could make it; I know you have a lot of responsibilities to keep up with," Skyfire said as he strolled over to the refreshments and helped himself. He scooped up a couple of extras for whoever he might wander near
"Greetings, Ironfire! Care for a drink? First Aid?" He proffers a drink to each one of them. "Nightbeat?"
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Jazz
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SugarSugarBoozeSugarSugarBoozeSugarSugar!
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Post by Jazz on Mar 5, 2008 17:14:57 GMT -5
Eh. Rodimus doesn't want the drink. All the more for Jazz! Downing that. No one's calling for an immediate info meeting. And Jazz just got distracted by the music, and the drinks. Unwind? Him? Yeah. He'll be over here dancing with whoever for now. His attention span, when not involved in a project, can be very short.
<OOC: Skippable at the moment.>
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Arcee
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Token Girl-Bot
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Post by Arcee on Mar 5, 2008 18:10:50 GMT -5
Arcee takes Rodimus's hand, grateful for the distraction for the more serious matters.
"Anytime, anywhere, Roddy."
(OOC: out after Roddy.))
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Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on Mar 5, 2008 20:41:47 GMT -5
Grimlock grumbles, crossing his arms and glancing down at Xaaron.
"What you suppose Plan C be? Smash them so we no have to worry about them anymore?"
If so, Grimlock's all for Plan C, and nominates it become Plan A.
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First Aid
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Post by First Aid on Mar 6, 2008 18:05:40 GMT -5
Noticed! Well, he wasn’t planning on hiding. Just being quiet for a moment or two.
“I see that,” First Aid says, taking in Xaaron’s dents. “Can I talk you into getting that taken care of now, or will it wait until the morning?”
First Aid would be betting morning, if he were the betting sort, which he’s not anymore. (Testing whether or not Streetwise actually would win every time eventually lost its charm.) Xaaron’s too invested in this gathering going well to leave for what appear to be fairly minor contusions. All right, not contusions. But it’s the same general principle.
“It’s no trouble, Skyfire,” he says, “Celebrations are important, and I wanted to say welcome. So. Welcome!”
At Skyfire’s offer he shifts uncomfortably and clasps his hands neatly behind his back. If he takes a cube, then he’s got something he has to carry. And if he drinks any he’ll have to keep track of how much he’s drunk, and he can’t take even enough to get a buzz off of it without risking a nasty short out, which means that he’s pretty much limited to tastes, which can be nice enough, but all in all it’s just simpler to resist temptation all together. Especially since, lately, his electrical system hasn’t been giving him anything more than very minor trouble that he can readily repair on his own. “No, thank you. I do appreciate the offer, though!”
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 6, 2008 23:35:43 GMT -5
//Here's one thing how to understand me: I don't operate like other Autobots. You have Unicron inside you. I do not think explaining, 'Oh, this is how we can defeat Unicron,' where he can hear is a brilliant idea,// Emirate Xaaron snaps in reply to Rodimus Prime's I... see. //Do you see that?//
Then Emirate Xaaron changes track entirely, //You seem to have a good idea of how to interact with females. What is the protocol for expressing the desire to share the company of a female while enjoying Terran audiovisual media?//
Emirate Xaaron has a debt to Pee-Dee that he needs to pay, and perhaps once she is done enjoying the party, he will. He answers Grimlock, "Plan A is right here, preparing to dance. Don't worry about Plan C."
Looking a little a chagrinned, he also answers First Aid, "Please, don't worry. I can walk it off."
He wanders off to check on what Pee-Dee's doing.
Out of the thread.
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Nightbeat
Minor
Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 7, 2008 23:50:58 GMT -5
Well, Nightbeat hadn't really come for the party, but now that it's here, he might as well stay. Plenty of drinks, good music, and interesting company... Now that he can't ignore.
Now just what is Xaaron doing with by Pee-Dee? He's not jealous, no sir. Because he can't stand that glorified meter maid. So he'll just... watch. Yeah, that's it.
Out of thread also.
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Ironfire
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Baron von Troperton
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Post by Ironfire on Mar 8, 2008 18:04:44 GMT -5
Ironfire thinks Grimlock's Plan really isn't all that bad one. Smashing she can do.
She accepts the drink most enthusiastically. "Hey, Skyfire. Thanks!" She takes a rather large gulp, then turns towards First Aid.
"You sure you don't want any? It's quite good, you know." Usually. Until the next morning. Drink now, turn off your pain receptors later. She'd do more that just drink, of course, it's still a party. But, drinking is a good start.
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