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Post by Pee-Dee on Nov 28, 2011 21:26:35 GMT -5
Pee-Dee stands as soon as Needlenose transforms and neatly steps in front of the judges. Her expression is neutral, her hands near her hips but not actively holding any weapons or reaching for them. "Hello, Needlenose."
Heidi attempts to surreptitiously use her earbug to contact the staff. "Tell me you're getting people out of here," she says very, very quietly without moving her lips.
"Heidi," Nina hisses at her, "is this some sort-"
"No."
"Hello, red car I haven't met before," Pee-Dee adds as Knock Out shows up behind the crowd. She musters a wan smile. "Generally, quite happily."
Heidi starts cursing in a very low voice. Nina's lips have gone white. Michael is eyeing Needlenose warily, as well as he can around the Junkion blocking the view.
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Post by Mirage on Nov 30, 2011 12:54:14 GMT -5
OOC: Yes, rotation was restarted per my comments in the OOC planning thread.
Mirage and his model are already backstage when the Decepticons crash the party, but they can hear the arrival, as well as see it on the monitors. Mirage urges all the models, crew, and the rather upset Tim Gunn to start moving away from the runway area.
He activates his cloak and begins to circle around the staging area. Needlenose will know to watch for the invisible man, certainly, but Mirage isn't trying to sneak up on the jet. Mirage is trying to make his way to the judges and get them out of the line of fire.
He radios Rodimus of just that intention, //Going to try and get the three human judges out of there.// He trusts his fellow Autobots to get their specific models out of the way.
The cameras are still rolling. Proprietary filming rights mean that the news channels aren't getting any of this- and won't unless things get messy. When this episode airs, it will make a ratings killing.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 1, 2011 22:08:53 GMT -5
Rodimus scowls as Needlenose arrives on the scene. He steps forward, instinctively positioning himself between the Decepticon and as many of the humans in the area as he can. His model had already finished her walk, and is now hurriedly leaving the area.
"Not one to hold a grudge, are you, Needlenose?" he asks, tone playful but with a dangerous edge. "Nevermind that you're talking something that happened before I was even built, but, you know what..." he shrugs. "We were wrong on that one. My predecessor shouldn't have said what he did, because art is important. He eventually realized that, but he's not with us anymore, so this falls to me."
Rodimus steps towards the Decepticon, and though he stands proudly, his expression is sincere. "Needlenose, I apologize. It was wrong to dismiss your work as frivilous. That said," and now he looks around, "you endanger anyone here, and the fact that we were wrong then isn't going to stop me from taking you out now." He glances at the other new arrival. "That goes for you, too. I don't expect a Decepticon to understand that we actually enjoy spending time with humans." Well, most of them. Mayday may be an exception.
// Good thinking, Mirage, // he answers the spy, including the others in that conversation. // It goes without saying that our top priority is the safety of the humans. If we can avoid a firefight, let's. //
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 1, 2011 22:28:17 GMT -5
Needlenose's optics open wide in shock, as his wings shift upward along with his antennae. "Wha- you- what?!"
"You can't do that!" he shouts angrily, the jabs a finger at Rodimus. "Too late! Too little, too late! You think one little apology will make it all go away? Fix everything! Don't fool yourself! Now take that back!" He is clearly ranting, like any proper super-villain. He cuts his gaze towards Bluestreak. "And I'm here to show this planet what hypocrites you Autobots are, rejecting art one day when it doesn't serve your purposes, flouting it the next!" Then he straightens and throws his head back. "Not to mention showing how much more fabulous we Decepticons are, isn't that so, Knock Out?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Dec 4, 2011 22:12:25 GMT -5
Skyblast shoos his model back and exits the backstage. If a firefight breaks out, better that he be in the way of some shots than some humans. He... doesn't really like humans all that much, to be honest, but that doesn't mean he wants them dead, and well, he's more easily repaired than they are.
He pipes up, perhaps unwisely, "You do know that you're stereotyping? We're not one homogenous lump. We're different peoples from different traditions. My people never oppressed your art," being in a different reality entirely, "and in fact, I've never had any problems, being an artist, myself. I'm a sky painter, and you... are impairing my freedom of expression by disrupting my stage call."
Of course Skyblast was going to fly around the runway. Low altitude aerobatic tricks are for awesome people, like him.
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Post by Bluestreak on Dec 5, 2011 21:27:57 GMT -5
"I have no idea what is hypocritical about helping humans with their contest," Bluestreak says to Needlenose. "They put a lot of hard work into their designs and crafting, and come up with interesting ideas. It's all very different, but they're different from us, so of course what they like is sometimes hard to understand, but I don't understand what that has to do with us or hypocrisy or what. You really are mad about something that happened a long time ago, and that most of us don't know about or weren't involved in, and it certainly didn't happen here, so what do you mean by all that?"
Bluestreak backs up, one step, two steps, several steps until he's at the start of the runway again. "Dismount like we rehearsed it, only here," he says softly to his model. "Then get away with the others. Quickly."
Melissa nods, her model's smile still frozen on her face. Bluestreak reaches up, offering one hand, and she steps gracefully down, riding the hand to the ground--then walks quickly toward the backstage. If she has to run, Sean's outfit isn't too badly designed for it, though she'll shuck the high heels if it hits the fan.
Once his model is safely out of the way, Bluestreak looks over at Knock Out. "Who are you? No one important, or I would have heard of you, but you look like a version of Dead End, and you certainly are as vain as he is, but you don't seem to be quite so depressed, but maybe you are and you just don't talk about it?"
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"That is exactly our problem at the moment... that some giant metal idiot with a grudge is interrupting our show!" Georgia growls at Sarentino. "You really want to be a 'might-have-been' because zis--zis person interrupted your big moment in the limelight?"
She might have said more to Sarentino (or perhaps not--she's already revealed more than she meant to about her own fears), but then both Knock Out and Needlenose have more to say.
"Oh, he did not just say that! Draperies! Our designs? And--" Georgia's lips compress in a tight line as Needlenose's words reach her. She stomps forward angrily, the complete antithesis of the tall, graceful models strutting down the runway.
"YOU!" Georgia shouts up at Needlenose, her German accent thickening as she continues. "You are not fabulous--you sound like a whiny primadonna who didn't get handed first prize for showing up! It takes talent, understanding of your audience, and hard, professional work to be truly fabulous. It is not professional or talented to show up at someone else's show and make a mess--zat is what second-raters who can't compete do--whine and sabotage what zey cannot do themselves. If you and your friend are half as fabulous as you claim, you vill sit back and behave professionally. You vant to judge entries yourself, I'm sure someone can spare a camera or three to point at you, too."
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Dec 7, 2011 7:34:05 GMT -5
Farlane really doesn’t want to argue with Needlenose about art. He’s more of a ‘go with the flow when other people pay him to do crazy things’ kind of fellow. Not particularly a particularly deep sort!
At the moment he’s a bit more worried about making sure the humans behind the stage got to some safe place and, well, try to get Mayday to calm down.
//Mayday, honey, I’m afraid we’re gonna be the ones makin’ ourselves kinda scarce. Be a dear n’ help me herd the squishies out, will you?// Keeping panicky people occupied was a good way of distracting them, right? Right. This is why Farlane wasn’t a psychotherapist.
“I reeeeaaally don’t think this is scripted Chris-” aaand then he gets distracted by Georgia’s ranting. “Wait, wait, so we might be about to get blown to kingdom come by a high tech robot alien and your concern right now is that our show is being ruined? Really?!”
Sarentino stops dead when the woman stands up and he doesn’t have the time to grab her before she storms down the runway towards Needlenose.
“Oh my god,” he gapes, belatedly standing up out of his seat.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Dec 9, 2011 23:33:57 GMT -5
//Gah! Nnh. Hh!// Mayday pauses for a long moment, then squeaks, //...Okay.// Transforming, he chases down his model, he tries to herd her away with high-pitched noises and without touching her. The woman is not impressed, but evacuates anyway.
Christopher boggles as Georgia stomps up to the giant hostile robot. "Georgia, what. What are you doing, Georgia, what-!" And then she starts mouthing off to it. "Georgia, you crazy *bleep*!"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 12, 2011 14:10:52 GMT -5
Skipping Knock Out due to time-out.
The jet - Michael presumes it's a jet, it has wings - just started ranting like one of his "favorite" prima donna designers. Somehow, that changes the situation from terrifying to a tiny bit farcical.
Nina, from the looks of it, does not agree with him. Heidi is still cursing.
Then Georgia jumps up to have her say, and Nina mutters a curse or two herself. Michael stares, and Heidi climbs to her feet. She will not be having with this. Her designers may be insane and sometimes just bad (the ones left are not), but they are her designers.
With a deliberate stalk, she approaches Georgia and Needlenose, smiling like she wants to be sure everyone knows she could eat their faces if she was so moved. Pee-Dee makes an aborted attempt to stop her but gets waved back.
"Spare a camera?" Heidi Klum says. "An extra judge - or two-" she cuts her eyes towards Knock Out, "- would be worth more than one or three cameras."
She takes hold of Georgia by the elbow, ready to gently propel her in the direction of the nearest giant robot who was actually invited to be here.
Meanwhile, Nina and Michael are amenable to Mirage evacuating them.
Pee-Dee hopes someone is evacuating the designers, but she can't exactly vault across the runway and do that right at the moment.
OOC: Man-handling of Georgia with player permission.
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Post by Knock Out on Dec 13, 2011 7:31:42 GMT -5
Awww, the Junkion actually said hello! Isn't that sweet! No, of course she won't get more then a disapproving look and a sneer, don't be silly. Oh, alright, maybe he can spare a little something since she seems to be a judge. "Well, I have to give it to the humans: At least they got someone appropriate to judge this." Not his best burn, but Breakdown's not here to back him up, so it's to be expected.
Needlenose's reaction even takes Knock Out by surprise! He leans away from his partner, even if he's standing a small distance away, optics wide open and a perplexed look on his face. It takes him a second to snap out of it and resume a confident, nonchalant and sexy pose, with a smirk to match. "Fabulous and tasteful, Needlenose. Allspark knows these talentless hacks could use the example..." That last part he murmurs under his breath before looking down at any humans still around and wearing something appropriately fashionable, just so he can sneer in disgust. "...Then again..." His harsh tone very much conveys what he's thinking. Needless to say, it's not crossing his mind that he's wrong.
Then Bluestreak talks to him. Oh boy. He quirks an optic ridge, letting the Autobot prattle, only speaking once he's done. Well, he chuckles first. "Really, under any different circumstances you would have angered me enough to inflict grievous harm, but I find it pretty hilarious that someone who looks as drab as you called me depressed."
What's this? A human getting brave? Now isn't this interesting! He looks down at Georgia and then back up at Needlenose, tilting his head the other way. The Mayhem is the boss around here, as far as Knock Out is concerned. He's just along for the ride! He's cool with whatever!
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Post by Mirage on Dec 15, 2011 21:52:02 GMT -5
Christ has been staring dumbstruck and open-mouthed at the spectacle, mainly because his player forgot about him last round. The Diva vs Diva catfight Georgia's about to start snaps him out of it. He starts to scramble back towards wherever the designers are being herded by security.
When the episode airs, there will be a white room segment of Christ shaking his head, "That bitch- and I mean that in the best, non-shady way- has bigger balls than I thought. She's so quiet in the workroom. Hooooolllly freak out Batman."
Michael and Nina are less inclined to be shooed away now that Heidi is in the thick of things, so Mirage settles for placing himself between them and the Decepticons. This puts him closer than he would like to both Needlenose and Knock Out, possibly dangerously close. He drops his cloak, raises one browridge, and in a voice dripping with aristocratic air, says, "Now, Needlenose, don't be coloring us all with one brush. Not every Autobot feels that way about the arts."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 16, 2011 19:36:16 GMT -5
"No!" Rodimus shouts, optics opened wide in alarm as some of the humans approach Needlenose, and he moves after him, making sure he's near enough to react if the Decepticons decide to do anything foolish. So far, at least, they haven't. He relaxes, marginally, and looks levelly at Needlenose. "I'm not 'taking it back.' You can choose not to accept it, but if you refuse to understand that we Autobots may be a team, but we're one made up of individuals with different personalities, different beliefs, that's your problem. Unless you make it my problem. And you don't want to make it my problem." He looks at Knock Out, optics narrowed and brow-ridges knit as he crosses his arms. "And that goes for both of you."
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 16, 2011 21:03:24 GMT -5
Needlenose manages to regain his composure. When Skyblast complains about Needlenose interrupting his stage call, the jet snorts. "If you can't improvise, dear, what good are you? I'm not preventing anyone's stage call. If my arrival prevents you from adapting it, then you've got issues besides me!" It's tenuous logic, but there it is. It's all the Autobots' fault for just assuming he's going to be violent, and not just ignoring his sudden arrival in the middle of the walkway! Really, it is!
He just looks at Bluestreak, makes a quick mental calculation as to whether it will be worth his while to even sort out what the silver car is saying, and then decides against it.
Georgia, however, garners a bit more interest. He snorts. "I know what it takes, my dear Georgia," he says tiredly. But... wait? So Needlenose knows her name? "I was, after all, the premier fashion-circuit designer on my planet, not that you people even have a concept of fashion circuitry." He tilts his head, antennae skewing slightly to one side, and looks as if he's calculating something. "Not for another two to three years, at least," he mutters. Between the humans current technology level and the arrival of the Transformers, that's about how long he figures it'll be before the idea to start catching on as anything besides a novelty on Earth.
"But as it so happens, I do have some understanding of your little art. Enough to know that the only reason Archer," Needlenose waves off in the general direction where Bluestreak's model-partner is shuffling off to, "managed to get away with that nonsense is because of us. Retro-future was on the way out." He snorts. "Nothing like the arrival of alien robots to give a dying oddball trend a new leash on life, hmm?" he adds cheerfully.
The thing about it is, Needlenose's assessments are more or less accurate. One gets the impression that he's really done his research on human fashion, which some might consider downright bizarre.
The truth is, Needlenose is not near suicidal enough to actually start a fight here, which means that anything more than posturing is out. But on the other hand, Needlenose is one of the few Decepticons who actually pays attention to alien trends and fads. So when Georgia offers an out - an excuse to 'professionally' publicly sneer at the Autobots, Needlenose decides to take it. He turns towards Knock Out, his antennae perked up. "Well, if they could use an example, few better than us to provide it, hmm? Besides, they're trying to judge on how well the outfits compliment the robots, and their own robot judge isn't even Cybertronian? Hardly the best choice for proper Transformer input!" He looks down at Georgia and Heidi, and his antenna tilt back. "Very well, I accept your gracious offer to judge. Though you might want to bring your models and designers back!" With that, he starts moving towards where the judges are. Were. Were before they started evacuating. Glancing back at Knock Out to see if he's coming.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Dec 17, 2011 22:04:39 GMT -5
What. What. Sudden robot on the runway is Skyblast's fault? He is a performance artist, okay? The kind that does rehearsals?
He gapes, open-mouthed, and then he flounces back behind the stage, because they're letting Decepticons judge.
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Post by Bluestreak on Dec 21, 2011 21:27:17 GMT -5
Georgia's reaction startles him, but not quite as much as it might have otherwise--Spike had a habit of chewing out Decepticons in the middle of things, too. Still, he keeps a shoulder-missile pointed at Needlenose and holds himself ready to dive between the humans and the Decepticons if any of them makes a sudden move.
Bluestreak stares intently at Knock Out with cold blue optics. "No, you're not a variant on Dead End, I guess. I don't really care if I've angered you, because I don't like you. I don't care what you think of my colors, because I still don't like you. I only care what people I like think of me. You are a Decepticon, therefore I will not ever like you. Since you are a Decepticon, I fully expect you to try to inflict grievous bodily harm on me or someone else at some time, or any time, so I am not sure why you thought that was supposed to impress me. Since I am an Autobot, I will be fair and let you know that if you try to inflict grievous bodily harm on Autobots, humans, or any other innocent bystanders, I will harm you. People say I talk a lot, but I hope that was simple enough for you to understand."
The gray and white Autobot boggles at Needlenose, and even more at Heidi's reaction. He glances at Rodimus. "Sir, are we really going along with this?"
In a later white room segment, Georgia says, "No, I did not think about the danger. You see, everyone left is really good and I respect them--don't tell Santino I said that, he already knows it and will tell you so--and we have worked so much together and so hard... We are close, like rival brothers and sisters. We all have such elegant designs to show off, and the thought that zis giant party crasher might just ruin things for everyone--wipe out everything all of us put in these several weeks... it made me so angry! I lost my temper," she concludes, looking somewhat embarassed.
At first, Georgia resists Heidi's tugging at her elbow, shrugging it aside--but then Needlenose replies and... is completely reasonable?
"You have been watching ze show? You know my name?" Georgia gives the giant robot an open-mouthed stare for an instant, then closes her mouth abruptly, finally letting Heidi hustle her away. "I hope he explains what fashion circuitry is. Zat sounds intriguing," she says to Heidi. In a scarcely audible mutter she adds, "Zo I think he is right about Archer."
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