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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jul 2, 2011 21:19:22 GMT -5
Rampage tucks away his cannon - Vortex will avoid a good missile barrage for now - and settles down to enjoy his cube of energon at one of the unoccupied tables. Overlord seems well-distracted for the moment by the newcomers, and things have gotten much too interesting to simply leave. Plus it's hard to drink energon cubes in beast mode and he dislikes wandering the halls in robot mode at the moment.
Fleetwind's controlled terror is a delight, but it's Slugslinger who really interests him. Dumbstruck awe? Hardly! His roommate seems to be very good at lying with his body and his face, because his emotions are screaming something rather different. He's not going to say anything, but he is going to eye Slugslinger knowingly and chuckle.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 4, 2011 13:27:56 GMT -5
Vortex knows the danger very, very well. He just has a rather peculiar sense of self preservation. Although he totally wanted to be the one hitting on Fleetwind, damnit, Gigs.
Oh, look, Slugslinger!
“Hey, join the not-a-party! The new fellow got a lil’ bored,” he chuckles, standing up and going over to try and invade Slugslinger’s personal space with a few friendly back-pats. He then glides over to the dispenser, grabs a cube and settles on Rampage’s table. Sometimes, it’s as if he really has a death wish. Rampage is interesting though, more interesting than scaredy, trembley little seeker.
“Heeello,” he purrs at the Predacon, crossing his legs.
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Slugslinger
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And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Jul 4, 2011 20:54:25 GMT -5
Vortex's attempt at personal space invasion may not go quite the way he'd hoped, if he'd hoped to bother Slugslinger, that is. Slugslinger actually gives the quirky copter an easy, amiable grin and gives Vortex a return pat on the back if he isn't out of reach too quickly. But since Vortex isn't sticking around, he just rolls with it. So to speak.
"Bored, huh?" Slugslinger muses, eyeing the dispenser with open, if muted, disgust. He'd gag if he had the reflex, and thank Unicron he doesn't, but he has to admire the work that went into it. "Can't do something normal when he's bored? Like, I dunno… paint graffiti in the corridors?" In fact, there's probably security footage of Slugslinger himself, in a back corridor near engineering, approaching the camera and spraying paint all over the lens. There is also a rather obscene scrawl ten meters long, unless somebody sent Flame to scrub it off.
Slugslinger makes a mental note to do just that if nobody else has yet. His gaze slides from the dispenser to the diorama on the table – and carefully, carefully avoiding Gigatron and Fleetwind. Mostly Gigatron. He wants to really take in the spectacle and absorb it before he tries to meet optics with the architect. And he isn't sure he won't just turn tail if what he sees is half as frightening as that little screaming part of his mind insists.
He sees Rampage watching him instead, and turns a dim, curious scowl to the scrutiny.
"What're you looking at, Crabcakes?" he demands.
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Overlord
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Post by Overlord on Jul 9, 2011 21:24:22 GMT -5
That faint tremble of Fleetwind's wings may as well be the Mona Lisa.
Overlord shrugs ambivalently and reminds, "Lack of change is as interesting a result as change. That is the problem with Decepticons - we do not appreciate tedium. Now, if you'd fill out this questionnaire?"
He shoves a datapad with a long list of questions fairly under Fleetwind's nose, looking at the Seeker expectantly. The questionnaire is much like any psychological evaluation Fleetwind might have ever had; it is boringly normal.
There has to be something funny about it, right?
Vortex can just have his creepy flirting with Rampage; Overlord has some serious mindscrew to engage in here with Fleetwind!
Overlord lets Slugslinger think that Overlord hasn't overly much noticed him. Let the maimed flyboy pat himself on the back and chuckle and think he can get away. The illusion of freedom is compelling.
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
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Post by Fleetwind on Jul 10, 2011 13:03:50 GMT -5
"Not all Decepticons fail to appreciate tedium," Fleetwind says softly as he examines the psychological evaluation, optics narrowed. Briefly, the thought that he should ask 'Gigatron' by what authority he is administering this test crosses Fleetwind's mind, but he decides that right at this moment, 'Gigatron' is the greatest threat to both his immediate and long term survival, and he'd just as soon not agitate the larger robot.
He begins taking the test. In any cases where the Seeker finds a question similar or identical to questions he's answered on previous tests, he takes a moment to recall previous answers and is certain to give new answers that are more or less the same, though with slightly different wording. Largely, though his responses are generally honest, the wording is slanted to make him look boringly unremarkable as a soldier, just useful enough to keep around.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jul 11, 2011 20:59:40 GMT -5
Rampage glares at Vortex as the 'copter invades his table. Just what he needs. Maybe if he studiously ignores him, he'll go away. Instead he will divide his attention between his energon, keeping an idle watch over 'Gigatron' and Fleetwind, and Slugslinger.
"You, obviously," he drawls at Slugslinger. "The decor a bit much for you?"
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Hellbender
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Post by Hellbender on Jul 11, 2011 22:47:45 GMT -5
Look, it's another blue Seeker! Wait, no, it's not. It's midnight blue-black, not blue, and those aren't wings, those are armor shrouds, and that isn't the usual angular Seeker body--it's a thing of alien curves and segments.
"WHAT. THE. SLAG?" Hellbender stops just inside the doorway and glares at the tableux for several long moments. His head slews around as his gaze sweeps the room--Rampage, 'Gigatron', Slugslinger, Vortex and... Fleetwind? Except for the yellow Seeker, it looks like the weekly meeting of Psychopaths Anonymous. Only Tarantulas is missing.
His gaze focuses on Gigatron and he growls, "This is the public messhall, not a slaggin' Slogist art gallery! Whoever put up this little art show can just take it right back down again. It's in the way, and that," Hellbender points at the defunct Skywarp dispensor, "is a morale problem. You want an art gallery, requisition a spare storeroom like Swindle did for his shop. An' don't use fellow Decepticons fer art, no matter how cute you think it looks! It ain't half as funny as you think it is."
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Jul 14, 2011 8:56:01 GMT -5
OOC: Vortex has timed out; skipping.
"You could say that," Slugslinger answers Rampage as he makes his way to the table at a rather more sedate pace than Vortex. It gives him more time to absorb and admire the details of Gigatron's work as he passes the dispenser, though he looks utterly sickened. He doesn't sit when he gets where he's going; he rests one hand on the tabletop and leans his hip against the edge of it, leaning over with a casual sort of conspiratorial air. "D'you think," he asks in a stage whisper, "if I dumped my fuel tanks on it, it'd be critique? 'Cause… I think I'm gonna end up doing it anyway."
He looks up quickly at Hellbender's entrance, expression sliding from grimace to puzzled stare in inches, one tick at a time.
"We were just talkin' about whether or not it's art," he says. "Didn't figure you for the type."
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 15, 2011 19:32:33 GMT -5
“You new here too?” Rampage, since when has studiously ignoring the nuisance worked on you? And you think it’s going to work on another creepy creeper? Of course not! Now give the pretty helicopter some of your attention, Rampage.
“Puke away, Sluggy,” the helicopter says with a cheery mock-salute. “I think that’d add to the ambiance quite nicely!” Vortex doesn’t have a mouth for unfortunate and tasteless art critique. On the other hand, he does end up murdering and torturing quite a few bots along the way, so he makes nicely up for the lack of puke-ability!
And oh, Hellbender!
… Oh, Hellbender. After a moment of briefly staring at giant worm’s annoyingly righteous and lawful entry, Vortex cheerily waves with a happy, “Hi ‘Bender!” Yeah, about that death wish? “It’s jus’ a lil’ bit o’ spontaneous artistry, ain’t no harm done. We’re allowed a bit a’ spontaneity once in a while, no?”
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Overlord
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Post by Overlord on Jul 15, 2011 21:35:22 GMT -5
But if anyone does bother to check, Overlord did actually check the corpses out of the morgue for a 'psychological experiment'.
Overlord keeps a little peripheral attention on Fleetwind, looking at him now again to make sure that Seeker knows that Overlord will know if Fleetwind leaves, but his attention is diverted. He gives hellbender a cold, firm look and explains in a calm, lulling voice, "I've filled out forms [number], [number], [number], [number], and [number], and also releases [number] and [number] for this psychological experiment. Art? Please." He sighs. "Anyone could tell this isn't art. As for your hypothesis as to the effects on morale, I daresay conclusions will have to wait until the study has been concluded, and the data has been statistically analysed."
He jots down some notes on his datapad and peers down at Hellbender, sighing some more, "If you want me to take it down, you're going to need to complete forms [number], [number], and [number], aaaand I'm going to have to put it all up again tomorrow to finish the experiment."
Overlord looks the picture of an annoyed Decepticon mad scientist, one hand on his hips, the other typing furious on a datapad wedged awkwardly in the crook of his elbow. Albeit a mad social scientist. It's fun to get to play at being... something other than what he really is.
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
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Post by Fleetwind on Jul 16, 2011 15:57:34 GMT -5
Fleetwind glances up as Hellbender walks in yelling. He shivers slightly, but makes no move to get up or stop what he's doing. Hellbender may have more genuine rank, but 'Gigatron' terrifies him more, and that's always been the ultimate decider when it comes to figuring out who he's going to follow. The Seeker continues the questionnaire. He's near finished now.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jul 16, 2011 18:53:24 GMT -5
Rampage snickers into his cube of energon at Hellbender's outburst and 'Gigatron's' retort. Slugslinger's reaction was interesting, but Hellbender's offense is just plain hilarious. Some people just don't appreciate the work that goes into messing with people's heads. He's not going to let one angry mining worm prevent him from enjoying his ration, Overlord's display, and the feast of emotions it inspires.
Dealing with Vortex, on the other hand... Eyeing the 'copter, he says, "I've been here since Pz-Zazz." He's been here long enough that he's a little surprised Vortex wasn't at least aware of him. Especially with the... Incident.
"Just don't purge them in my direction," he says to Slugslinger.
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Hellbender
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Post by Hellbender on Jul 17, 2011 12:30:46 GMT -5
Hellbender scowls. Fraggin' psychopaths and their senses of humor! His first comment is directed about equally at Slugslinger and 'Gigatron'. "Ah take it you don't have a Slog back home? The slagger started this kind of 'art'. Ask Needlenose if you're curious; he's the art con-no-sieur, not me. Ah don't give a frag 'cept as it affects morale and readiness."
A steady glare at Slugslinger. "Anybody what does any purging on anything gets to clean it up themselves."
Fleetwind's wings are twitching; he probably doesn't want any attention from Hellbender, and Hellbender is pretty sure that Fleetwind wasn't in on this... art project, so he ignores the yellow jet.
His glare shifts to 'Gigatron' and his optics narrow. "Ah'll be checking that," he notes mildly. "Just as a matter of procedure; wouldn't want the jokers on this ship," Hellbender's glare flicks over Slugslinger and Vortex, "to get the notion that spouting a line of official-sounding slag will get them around little things like orders and security and chain-of-command. Ah'm sure your forms are all in order, but you know happens when you assume stuff. How long is this here experiment of yours supposed to last?"
Suddenly, Hellbender smirks. "Well, Ah know one thing about you, 'Gigatron'."
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Jul 20, 2011 21:25:01 GMT -5
Slugslinger doesn't have to clean up after himself! He's allowed to give that newbie, Flame, stupid details if he likes! Cleaning the galley works as well as dusting the control consoles in the rock room. (It gets really dusty in there.) He just gives Hellbender a level, stupid grin when the worm tries to imply he can make Slugslinger do anything, because doesn't Slugslinger outrank him anyway?
"Yeah," he says with a snort for Hellbender's last comment, "we all know he can do paperwork and make nasty sculptures outta dead bodies."
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Jul 22, 2011 11:49:21 GMT -5
“Ahh, so not that new,” Vortex became aware of Rampage round about the time he popped out space worms. Before that, he was busy stalking his teammates. “Is that where you caught the lil’ squirmers? What’d ya sleep with?” How uncomfortable can he make Rampage about the worm thing, he wonders? He’d already gotten a gun in the face just for admiring those hips.
“Hey, I’m totally serious,” the heli purrs. Not at Hellbender of course because he’s busy ‘chatting up’ Rampage. So far, the ominous feelings elicited by Gigatron’s work are ‘flirty’ and ‘annoyingly inquisitive’ from him. Sorry, Rampage. :C
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