Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 16, 2013 0:15:44 GMT -5
OOC: Month 12, Week 1, Day 5. Open!
Things are mostly right and proper with the world again – only mostly, Slugslinger tells himself, because there are queer, vaguely unfamiliar memories from a squishy life he didn't live floating about in his disk that he'll need to purge later – and for that reason, Slugslinger feels that the crew has earned a party. He's earned it, certainly, after the trouble he went through to be a half-hearted lawyer and his rather unpleasant return to the body he's supposed to have. If he drinks enough, he figures his spark will stop with the twinges. Failing that, well, he'll just have to find some other distraction.
Probably won't be that difficult.
For now, he busies himself with rigging the mess hall dispensers; rations, after all, do not a good party environment make. He's not technically inclined, unfortunately, so he spends a few minutes staring at the mechanics of the things and wondering how he'll go about this. Reprogramming anything is right out. But he thinks, maybe, he can bypass some of the bits that look like they might be involved in limiting output after he spends long enough looking things over. It isn't elaborate but it'll work, and it's easier to make it look like he simply went in breaking things until he got the result he wanted. He deliberately makes a sloppy job of it, shearing off fastenings by force, leaving the housings off to one side, letting wires and boards dangle free, spilling a bit of energon when he fills a cube to test.
"Let's see," Slugslinger murmurs to himself as he retreats to the door so he can get a better look at the scene. He tilts his head slightly, squinting his left eye, framing the room with his hands like a photograph. The dispensary looks like a minor disaster; he grins a face-splitting grin and chuckles. "Perfect!"
//Attention, all Decepticons,// he blasts on broadband as he leans one shoulder on the doorway and crosses his arms. //We've had a pretty lousy time the last few months, right? I think we deserve some free time for our troubles. Air Commander Slugslinger says come on down to the main mess hall for drinks and… whatever.//
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 18, 2013 16:12:14 GMT -5
Needlenose arrives far too early to be fashionably late, but seriously, to heck with fashionably late. Late's been fashionable for so long that a dedicated trend-watcher like Needlenose is in a position to recognize that early is the next big thing! Of course, since this big thing wasn't announced until it was underway, he'll have to settle for on time.
Ugh. On time.
"Well, the good news is," he announces to no one in particular as he strolls in, "since I'm here, this party can be officially counted as a success."
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Aug 18, 2013 17:11:45 GMT -5
Rook arrives right behind Needlenose, stepping out from behind the Mayhem's leg. "I'm sure we're all overjoyed to hear it, Needlenose," he says, allowing a bit of actual good humor to creep into his tone.
He strides across the floor, glancing at the vandalized energon dispenser before addressing Slugslinger. He looks up into jetformer's lopsided face. "I just want you to know, I'll be keeping track of everyone's fuel consumption, and it'll be coming out of their rations later. And if anyone ends up going hungry, I'll be reminding them whose idea this was. That being said . . ."
The Predacon produces a china teacup, dating from the Ming dynasty. "Fill this up with high-grade."
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 20, 2013 5:48:04 GMT -5
Slugslinger pulled his rank. Mistwind wasn't doing anything according to his roster. One plus one makes two. The little mech appears at the door (not very early though) and steps inside, smiling happily because the crew is back to normal!
He salutes... well, how about all three of them, but waits to see what is going on here before doing anything else.
--- What's better than three Decepticons? Four! What's even better than that? Five and counting...
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 20, 2013 8:07:04 GMT -5
"It's never a party until Needlenose arrives," Slugslinger agrees with all due enthusiasm, making a grand, welcoming gesture with both arms and pointedly ignoring Rook's lecture on rations. So what if people get angry at Slugslinger for throwing the party because a bean-counter had to go and lodge a stick up his exhaust port and put on a one-bot anal-retentiveness puppet show? Slugslinger likes it when people are irritated and annoyed, even with him.
Still deliberately overlooking Rook, Slugslinger waves off Mistwind's salute.
"You don't have to be all formal about it," he says. "Siddown, get a drink, whatever. Speaking of," and now he turns his gaze to Rook, smirking, "you've got wings. Hop on up, beak breath."
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 23, 2013 15:04:10 GMT -5
"Ah, see, I'm so glad everyone's in agreement about the important stuff!" That being that Needlenose is awesome and essential to parties. He nods towards Mistwind by way of returning the other's salute, and helps himself to a drink. "Playing energon cop for all of us, Rook? Well, I guess since we left Ratbat back on Gillanan, it makes sense for some other little flappy guy to fill in, instead."
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Aug 26, 2013 19:56:39 GMT -5
"Ah, I had thought as the host you might be serving refreshments, but I see we're doing it buffet style." The phrase leaves Rook's lips in the tones normally reserved for statements like 'We don't mix with that sort of people.'
"And yes, Needlenose, I am in fact playing 'energon cop.' We haven't been able to keep up with our regular fuel-gathering whilst everyone was human, and while most of us no longer required energon to function during that time, Ship can only have so many systems shut off before her orbit starts to decay. I have no wish to see us starve later because we partied now."
Of course, Rook kept busy, and now owns a sizable amount of land in Saudi Arabia, but several thousand barrels of crude oil on Earth is not the same thing as energon in orbit.
Having said his piece, Rook levitates onto the counter, smiling softly to himself, and fills his teacup from the broken dispenser. He also makes a mental note to look into the current rank structure.
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Aug 27, 2013 14:39:20 GMT -5
Mistwind blinks as Slugslinger dismisses his salute. He thinks for a moment, but no, he cannot break out of habit and replies, "Acknowledged, Air Commander Slugslinger Sir." Then, he hobbles up to get something to drink, and flops down on the nearest surface at least close to some conversational height (probably a table).
"So... what was it like, Sirs? Being trapped in human-looking structures?" He promptly asks, curious as anything.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Sept 12, 2013 17:13:41 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the absence; work got a bit crazy! Think maybe one of those conference-style post formats would be better so nobody's stuck waiting on rotation, or would that perhaps bog down?
Slugslinger has to wonder if people just don't want to party or if they're staying away from him. The latter is preferable, in all honesty. Grinning at Mistwind and leaning back against the dispenser counter, he crosses his arms loosely over his middle and tilts his head, an amused light in his eyes.
"It was… interesting, I guess," he tells the little bot, "and kinda fun. Mostly boring. Human bodies need way more rest than I thought." It was annoying more than anything else, really, having to stop and sleep so often, needing to figure out food and what was best left unconsumed. (Having the money and capability to try just about anything does not necessarily mean one should try anything. He never thought a fruit could stink worse than Sharkticon and it didn't taste any better than it smelled.)
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Post by Needlenose on Sept 15, 2013 14:44:05 GMT -5
OOC: Not sure. I'm up for either, but both have their problems. On rotation, we end up stuck waiting on folks, but when a thread moves "conference style," people sometimes stop posting entirely because no one's ever technically "up."
Needlenose snorts. "You know, you'd think it would make it easier to keep up on their trends, but you'd be wrong! Like Slugslinger says, there's a lot more sleep involved, so there's a lot of wasted time, and not having our own systems to process, store, and sort through the data on it..." Needlenose shudders. "Those poor, pathetic fleshbags really would be better off with machines to figure out their fashions for them, since they obviously don't have the sense to handle it."
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Sept 28, 2013 11:37:26 GMT -5
Mistwind smiles a little, “Hmm, sounds to me like they are horribly inefficient, Sirs, and in dire need of… leadership.” The young mech pauses, thinking about what he just said. “Or all out destruction. For being inferior and incapable and all.” His shoulders droop low with disappointment as he realizes that such action would be pretty much impossible considering what happened to the crew, “It’s so sad that the planet is capable of defending itself. It’d be so much fun.”
He grins, and raises his cube a little with glee, “to warmachines that are superior!”
I’d say keep the normal rotation going to give people a fair chance to make replies. If it is a player’s turn, they will get the normal three days to make a post before they are skipped. This avoids the situation where a player wanted to reply but didn’t get to and the situation has already moved on, making their reply out-of-synch. I don’t mind waiting for players. I do very much mind players suddenly disappearing without a trace. If something happens that makes one unable to make a timely post, we used to put up a message in the OOC boards saying either ‘wait a few more days’ or ‘skip me because bla’. Sometimes, players would contact the next in line, that’s fine too. Just don’t disappear without a word; take care of your place in threads.
Btw, skipped Rook because he's been gone for more than three days.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Sept 28, 2013 18:53:00 GMT -5
The Predacon looks at Needlenose over the rim of his teacup, quirking an eyebrow. "Oh, I don't know. Some of the designs coming out of Milan this season are rather fetching, I think." Rook is leaving Earth with a small fortune in very expensive clothing. "Humanity is indeed in need of leadership. A pity we couldn't have stayed and spent a few hundred years infiltrating the highest echelons of their various governments before uniting them under our rule. Their generation times are so short it would be simple to erase their history so they never knew they hadn't been ruled by vicious alien overlords," he says, pausing to sip his energon reflectively. "Of course there would be the inevitable resistance, holding on to myths and legends of a time when humanity was self-governing, but a few guerilla fighters would be a small price to pay to lift the species out of barbarism."
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Post by Needlenose on Oct 6, 2013 17:41:14 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Slugslinger due to time out.
Rook might want to check those clothes. Needlenose had created a brainwashing fashion line not long before so many Transformers found themselves in human forms.
He waves absently at Rook. "Only a shadow of what they could be, my dear Rook. Only a shadow. But a start point, at least."
Needlenose considers Mistwind's words, and although he lifts his cube at the smaller Decepticon's toast, he admits. "I favor conquest over destruction. What's the use of an empire of dust? That said, I doubt there's enough among our kind with the patience for the sort of deep infiltration you're suggesting, Rook."
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Mistwind
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Post by Mistwind on Oct 7, 2013 14:26:14 GMT -5
Mistwind nods avidly at Rook's quick strategy, looking disheartened that it wouldn't be possible to actually do something like that. Then Needlenose speaks up.
What's the use of an empire of dust? Mistwind stares at Needlenose questioningly. Then he slowly averts his gaze and tilts his head. His face turns thoughtful. An empire of dust. He whispers the words silently, attempting to imagine such a thing. He glances at the Mayhem from the corner of his optics, as if the understanding of what is wrong with an empire of dust could be found by looking at the big Decepticon fighter.
But he doesn't get it. He sees nothing wrong with bringing humanity to extinction (or any other kind of inferior species); to turn their planet into a blank slate upon which they could build in whatever way desirable. So he shrugs, smiles happily and admits lightly, "I don't get it. But I believe you are right, Mister Needlenose Sir, since you're much, much, much older than this one!" There's a pause before the little cargolifter tacks on curiously, "Is that why you wear a battlemask, Mister Needlenose Sir?" He squeaks with curiosity before whispering secretively, "Are you so old that you have a beard, Sir?"
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Oct 13, 2013 16:53:41 GMT -5
"Well, that's what we have you and and Spinister for, my friend, to keep the malcontents in line," Rook replies, looking up at the Mayhem. "And failing that, we could always put the more violent members of our coterie into stasis until they're needed, or send them on long away missions. Who know, maybe they'd come back with something valuable." He takes another sip of energon, tapping a claw daintily on the china cup.
"Once you've wielded power, Mistwind, you'll understand why it is preferable to rule over others rather than to destroy them." He raises an eyeridge at the young mech's question, and hides his smile behind his teacup.
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