Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Nov 17, 2013 16:44:06 GMT -5
A certain dark blue and purple jet-former slouches in. "Hey, we gettin' free energon today? Rad."
Duskwing faced Slugslinger and gave him a careless salute. "Reportin' for party, Air Commander sir. Yo, Mistwind."
A frank glance around. "Slag, did we lose people to dat bein' human mess?"
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Mistwind
Major
Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 18, 2013 18:12:35 GMT -5
Er, blah, let’s see here… Mistwind was originally after Skywarp/Flame (Skyflame?), who most definitely timed out at some point before the new mechs joined. Guess he's up.
More Decepticons finally find their way to the party, much to Mistwind’s appreciation. They are even all fliers! He likes this; this is nice. He hasn’t been able to witness a ‘Con party yet.
Mistwind gives the newcomers a friendly nod accompanied with a happy smile, and answers Duskwing’s greeting with an attentive system ping (his non-physical version of a wave), “Hello, Mister Duskwing Sir.”
He’s attempting to appear very neutral and very passive, but can’t help make a single-target radio transmission.
On Duskwing’s frequency alone: //MISTER DUSKWING SIR! Have you seen Skywarp?! He’s new! Doesn’t he look super awesome, Sir??? And he also has a little mech with him! Do you know who that is, Sir? I wanna know! … But I dare not ask yet… Perhaps I’ll find out later... then we’ll know! … oh, gyaah! I’m sorry Sir! Shutting up now… really sorry...//
For no reason at all, Mistwind goes right back to having a staring contest with his energon drink.
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Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Nov 20, 2013 10:42:50 GMT -5
See, this is more like Slugslinger expected. People, liveliness – and is that Vortex with a sound system? Slugslinger grins a lopsided grin and returns Duskwing's salute with a sloppy wave of the hand as he sidles over to Vortex's corner of the mess. He tries to hook an arm over the 'copter's shoulders in a companionable sort of way and even offers Vortex his own drink.
"About time somebody got the tunes going!" he says cheerfully. "Thanks a bunch. I was worried this'd turn into some boring teatime chat." Until somebody got drunk enough and he egged them into taking a swing at somebody else, anyway.
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Flame
Rookie
Causam ago dementia
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Post by Flame on Nov 22, 2013 14:44:24 GMT -5
Flame's expression at the suggestion that he dresses like that Prime is vaguely arch, more a pinching under his eyes than anything else. Not for Needlenose, no, certainly not.
"I wore this first," he says quietly and dismissively, doing his best not to sound like he's correcting the Mayhem as he brushes one hand over his still unmarked breastplate. Vortex distracts Slugslinger so Flame needn't answer the Air Commander's questions – all the better, since surely Slugslinger would find something humiliating and menial for Flame to do otherwise – so he shuffles aside to get Skywarp away from him. Still anxious under the growing feeling of being disconnected from the goings-on of life, Flame doesn't go for the energon right away. After all, the party invitation was for Decepticons, and while Flame has come to the decision that he is indeed in his proper place among their ranks, he suspects they are less certain.
Most importantly, he reminds himself, Spinister isn't satisfied.
OOC: Flame coming to terms with his Decepticon-ness was something intended for the denouement of the humanisation plot. There would have been fire! Lots of it!
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Skywarp
Cadet
Tall, Dark, and Moody
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Post by Skywarp on Nov 22, 2013 17:21:38 GMT -5
"Rook, sir," Skywarp answers crisply, "as well as can be expected, I think." Tension eases from his wings as he gains distance between himself and Flame. That tank is one strange fellow. He focuses on the much smaller bot instead. It still feels a bit like walking on eggshells, going about life and duties aboard the ship, given his introduction to the crew; he's been wary of eyes and reticles on his back ever since and still expects something to come down from command over it. Starscream's debriefing can't have been the extent of things.
Skywarp puts that out of mind for now.
"Pardon me a moment," he says to excuse himself so he can fetch a drink. He doesn't plan on making much of it, but he couldn't pass up the party and he won't let a little processing issue get in the way of things. Making sure to set aside a much, much smaller cube for Wind Sheer, who watches from his shoulder with fascination – the Mini-Con wouldn't have expected Skywarp to remember – the jet looks over his shoulder at Duskwing with one hand on the dispenser. "You need a drink, too?" he asks.
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Wreckage
Major
One of the Quiet Ones
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Post by Wreckage on Nov 22, 2013 17:35:44 GMT -5
Wreckage lumbers through the doorway rather grudgingly and, for once, makes no real effort to disguise his feelings; his optic shutters are narrowed, facial plates clamped down, jaw tight. He still smarts from his time in a weak human body and being surrounded by the others feels like running a rasp over his primary fibre optic lines. He especially resents the whole affair for Slugslinger's mere presence and he fixes a disgusted look on the jet's back as he enters.
But Skystrike convinced him to leave the serenity of solitude for a while and here he is, all but willing the party to fail and sputter out largely to spite the hosting officer. A discontented rumble from his engine is the Stryker's only comment as he circles the room's perimeter and takes a seat roughly halfway between the dispenser and the door with his back to the wall.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Nov 22, 2013 22:31:27 GMT -5
Returning to the serenity of solitude can wait until after (or halfway through) the party, Wreckage. There wasn’t going to be much shortage of that considering the next months could very well all be space travel.
She sidles over into the seat next to him, gently nudging the cube into his hand. They can probably watch the party unravel together in relative peace here.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Nov 22, 2013 22:32:05 GMT -5
Vortex amiably accepts both the arm around his shoulder and the drink, even as it comes in the middle of him setting up the wires. It could be spiked energon. It could be. But Vortex doesn’t really care right now.
“What, were you waiting for Soundwave to come along n’ save the day, Sluggy?” he laughs, popping the intake port in his facemask open and pausing in the middle of hooking up the datapad to drink. “Knowin’ the kinda party he throws though, everyone’d probably just end up dead or in a coma.” Thumbing the last wire into the datapad, he brings up a rather rudimentary player program and a surprisingly expansive music library.
“Anyone got requests?” he asks the room. Because his finger is hovering vaguely over the Decepticon equivalent of Yakkity Saxx at the moment. Actually, he’s not sure if he’s here to start the party or kill it dead.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Nov 24, 2013 19:37:24 GMT -5
"I'm glad to hear it," Rook says, finishing off his energon and taking another look around the room to reassess the social situation. "I'd feared you might have been permanently damaged by your ordeal."
He eyes the ex-Autobot Flame trying to keep himself out of the way, reflecting that they could really use a psychiatrist on staff. Speaking of which . . .
"What were you planning on gracing us with, Vortex?"
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Duskwing
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"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Nov 24, 2013 20:37:07 GMT -5
Duskwing sends a private radio reply to Mistwind // Seein' as he just came in, I'm lookin' at him now. New flyer--don't look like any Skywarp I know. Innit he the guy dey found out in space while we was trapped in squishies? //
He gives Skywarp's back a confused stare... // Wait, what little mech--oh, dat guy? I dunno. You know anything? //
And then Skywarp turns around and asks if Duskwing wants a drink. "Uh, yeah. Thanks." He ambles over to accept his cube. "So, what's different about your Cybertron? 'Cause you don't look like the Skywarp I know, which means you must be from one of dem other Cybertrons like everyone talks about. Like the funky Starscream we got runnin' the show."
Duskwing's most notable characteristic is that he's almost as smart as Brawl. His vocabulary issues have disappeared since he was rebooted in a new body without a glitched linguistic processor, and he doesn't have an underclocked cognitive processor anymore, either, but it's hard to overcome the habits of several million years of stupid.
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Mistwind
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Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
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Post by Mistwind on Nov 25, 2013 16:39:32 GMT -5
//When you and others were trapped in squishies.// Mistwind corrects, blunt and witty as a kid. //Ahem! Er, No, Mister Duskwing Sir, I have no knowledge on them, Sir. But I want to have!//
Skywarp calls out to Duskwing, Duskwing walks over. Duskwing gets a drink, and strikes up a conversation.
Mistwind blinks as he watches the entire thing. He opens his mouth, and closes it, wordlessly. Ah, right. They're both jets. And he... he is not. The jetpackformer can't help a slightly unhappy whine. Should he go over? Can he go over just like that? He doesn't want to take space away from Duskwing. He shifts to the table edge closest to them, and strains to catch the conversation. But aargh, he can't really quite catch it.
Biting his lower lip, Mistwind grabs his almost empty cube and decides to take a big risk. "Please excuse me, Sirs." He jumps off the table with this and begins a slow and careful trek towards the energon dispenser... and Duskwing, Skywarp and Wind Sheer.
"Uhm... excuse me... could this one...?" He coughs, playing with the cube in his hands and trying to walk up to the dispenser. Really, he wants to refill his cube. That Duskwing can call him into the conversation or not if he so chooses, well that's... A risky call on the seeker's kindness. And perceptiveness.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 3, 2013 19:44:43 GMT -5
OOC: Still here, but I'm staying skippable, too. Finishing off the last couple of weeks of my senior project, and that makes me even more unreliable than normal.
Needlenose waves a hand absently. "'I wore it before it was cool'? Oh, how very hipster! Or at least it would be, if that were cool in the least. Sounds like the sign of someone being very bad at predicting trends to me!" Needlenose answers perkily in response to Flame's correction. Then he takes a drink. Somehow. Despite not having a faceplate.
He waves absently towards Vortex. "Have any Portugal. The Man?" he asks.
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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 Dec 5, 2013 9:54:42 GMT -5
OOC: Sure thing!
"Who the heck is Soundwave?" Slugslinger wonders of Vortex, half his grin falling into a more bemused look. After all, he predates the one from his reality by a few years and the Soundwave they have on board just sort of hangs around in the background these days. "Ah, never mind. Just play something fun, or whatever Needle-noggin over there asked for, I guess. He probably doesn't like boring stuff." He doesn't like Flame, so there's that.
With Vortex settled at work and others actually socializing – and who'd have thought Skywarp was such a decent guy in person! – Slugslinger straightens up and turns his gaze on Flame. The tank is the brightest target in the room at the moment after Skystrike's oversized white knight in the corner. He's also significantly easier than Wreckage.
"Hey, buddy," Slugslinger jeers as he sidles over. "Nice to see you away from your work. You've been glued to it since we got back." He tries grabbing Flame by the upper arm to guide him closer to the dispenser. "It's about time you took a little break!"
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Dec 11, 2013 19:24:20 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping cos of time out.
“You’ll find out sooner or later. Guy’s in almost every universe so far,” Vortex shrugs, fiddling with the sound settings as Slugslinger meanders off.
He then takes a loooong drink before answering Needlenose, “I got a thousand and one Cybertronian stuff, Aqua and Britney Spears.” This helicopter ain’t drunk enough for your obscure human music, you bloody hipster.
As for Rook’s question, Vortex puts on his biggest shit eating lipless grin and plays the stupid Decepticon Yakety Sax.
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Rook
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Post by Rook on Dec 15, 2013 18:19:36 GMT -5
Rook raises an eyeridge at the Combaticon. "Really, Vortex? [Decepticon Yakety Sax]? No-one's chasing anyone. I would have gone with [Decepticon Lovely Bunch of Coconuts] in the present company."
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