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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 15, 2008 18:29:02 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron, looking extra golden in his old ceremonial council robes, as if he was faintly glowing from within, takes the stage, dignified and confident. He strides up to the podium and inserts his datastick into his datapad. He's certainly not going to insert a strange datastick into his arm. His voice is sonorous and fills the theatre; here is an Autobot used to making stirring revolutionary speeches. He explains, "I will be presenting the Cutest Couple Award, possibly with the thinking that a wedding ceremony may be in order, I can only assume."
He chuckles and smiles. "There was quite a wide field for this award: Botanica and Jazz, who bridge two extremes of aesthetics."
He pauses, peering at the list, "Pee-Dee and myself. I do believe we know who won't be winning this award, hmm?" He looks slightly chagrinned.
"Long Haul and Omega Supreme, a tragedy if there ever was one."
"Needlenose and Spinister, though how Spinister got Needlenose to settle down, I wouldn't know."
"Nightbeat and Pee-Dee, who might object violently to being called a couple."
"Skystrike and Wreckage, who, I am told, enjoy pina coladas, long walks on the beach, and attempting to convince people that they are a pair of gargoyles."
He concludes, "and Swerve-3 and Emirate Xaaron-3. My alternate can stand being touched? News to me. It's certainly an interesting group, although it seems silence is an attractive quality to Decepticons."
He scrolls down to the winners and narrows his optics, staring at the datapad as if to be sure that he has this straight.
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Post by Needlenose on May 15, 2008 19:01:06 GMT -5
Needlenose leans back in his seat. His antennae are perked up, a drink is in front of him, and his optics are crinkled in the broad smile that he doesn't have the lips for. He looks over at Spinister, also seated at his table, and scoots his seat nearer his fellow Mayhem.
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Post by Long Haul on May 15, 2008 19:08:57 GMT -5
Long Haul, meanwhile, is holding a cube and sitting in Omega Supreme's rather substantial lap. His optic band flutters with curiosity and confusion, and he turns to look up at Omega Supreme.
"We're a couple?" he asks.
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Post by Spinister on May 15, 2008 19:16:29 GMT -5
Spinister is still dressed up like a vampire from a Gothic Romance and has carefully arranged his cape so it doesn't get all bunched up on his chair. Of course, he picked the shadiest chair at the table. That may be the surest way of getting attention, but he's dressed up like a vampire and therefore fails at hiding.
He tilts his head to the side, optics clearly asking, Cute? Spinister is a terror lurking in the dark. He lives to strike fear into the minds of his enemies. Cute?
At least Skystrike and Wreckage also have to suffer through this ignominy.
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Wreckage
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One of the Quiet Ones
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Post by Wreckage on May 15, 2008 20:16:30 GMT -5
Somehow, the hulking white Decepticon in the fifth row manages to look both put off and annoyed at the same time with just a narrow shift of his brow plates and a brightening of his optics. Wreckage eyes Emirate Xaaron in a way that suggests the Autobot should admit that was a very bad joke.
And since when were he and Skystrike a couple? Or, for that matter, "cute"?
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Omega Supreme
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Shorter and Coloured Funny but Still Angry as the Pit
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Post by Omega Supreme on May 15, 2008 23:13:35 GMT -5
Omega Supreme is sitting way in the back, and he does, indeed, have Long Haul on his lap. He looks down at Long Haul, mild bafflement clear on his face. Technically speaking, Omega Supreme is barely even capable of feeling emotions that are not hate, due to his mental scarring, so... Cutest Couple? What?
Granted, he is protective of Long Haul, that fragile last remnant of those innocent days before Crystal City fell. Perhaps his defensiveness could be misconstrued?
Omega Supreme shrugs and takes it magnanimously. Now, if they had suggested him and Hook or him and Mixmaster? Then the stage would be annihilated in short order.
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Shanodin
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The Chamberlain, Her Chivalrous Immensity, Lady Botanica. The Unyielding Vanquisher of Weed Killer
This is NOT her field of dreams
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Post by Shanodin on May 16, 2008 22:03:45 GMT -5
Botanica is in her robot mode, a rare enough sight. She'd been in this form when she awoke, and as the occasion seemed to warrent more formal attire, she's remained so. Apparently, the powers that be decided that she needed no further adornment.
At Xaaron's announcement, Botanica's eye's widen. She turns to her companion at the table and asks, "A dance and a drink make us a couple?"
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Jazz
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SugarSugarBoozeSugarSugarBoozeSugarSugar!
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Post by Jazz on May 16, 2008 22:25:23 GMT -5
Lucky Jazz. He woke without the fabric traps that many others have. He's gotten away with being simply polished and... ... Oh. He's got a black bowtie.
“A dance, a drink, and a conversation,” Jazz reminds her with the same gentle smile, and the offer of a cup of something. “Hope it doesn't bother you.”
It certainly doesn't seem to be bothering him.
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Post by Thundercracker-3 on May 16, 2008 23:53:42 GMT -5
Thundercracker finally feels brave enough to creep out of the corner he's been crouching in, stepping forward as far as the backmost table and sliding into a chair. His entire body freezes when he spots Perceptor... then his jaw drops when he sees just WHAT Perceptor is wearing. Is this a side of the sciencist he's never seen before? Or is this that Other Perceptor? Either way, he'll play it safe by keeping his distance.
Absently smoothing out the crimson-and-white silken folds of the kimono he's found himself wearing, he turns his attention to the stage. Cutest... couple? There's a couple he knows of, but it can't exactly be called "cute..."
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 17, 2008 12:52:35 GMT -5
Skystrike was somewhere in the fifth row too although with the chair leaning back as far as it was she might’ve as well been in the sixth row. There was something on her wings that looked vaguely like ribbons but slag it if the seeker knew what they were. They were irritatingly frilly though.
The berkut casts a dire glower at Xaaron upon the mentioning of her name, distracted from trying to pry the ribbon-things off. Then she glances sidelong at Wreckage. After that, the chair goes back into the position it was supposed to be in with an obnoxiously loud ‘thump’ and a tortured ‘squeak’.
‘Cute couple’?
… Well, maybe Wreckage was cute, but still. When had they ever shown any indications of being interested in each other to point of being a couple?
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Shortround
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Breaker of the Fourth Wall
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Post by Shortround on May 18, 2008 0:46:57 GMT -5
Shortround is sitting here. Possibly to get tips on making Thunderblast less likely to run from him.
Also, he's completely normal, with no clothing or accessories. After all, Shortround doesn't even have hands. Clothing would need to be awkward, to say the least, to fit him.
He turns to Skystrike, and sighs. "Poor gold guy, he's gonna get his fuel tanks cut out by her and Wreckage, or something..." he mutters to anyone listening.
See? Shortround remembers all those threats that Skystrike keeps warning him about!
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Eye-fire
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In two minds about everything
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Post by Eye-fire on May 18, 2008 7:02:42 GMT -5
Eye-Fire scans the room for a friendly face. With no point in shooting anyone, his seat way off the side and alone just serves to make him lonely.
He spots Shortround, who probably won't mind his company. Ever since that incident with using one of his toys as target practice, they've been on good terms. Part of that is probably that Shortround isn't as hard afted as some of the other Decepticons.
Getting up, Eye-Fire walks around the back of the room, though noticeably gives Omega Supreme a wide berth. Apparent truce here or not, he doesn't want to be the one to test its limits.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 18, 2008 10:12:29 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron gives no response to the glares and confusion. He was given this list to read, and if they want anyone to recant anything, the dissenters would do better to track down the Powers of Darkness and Award Shows than to vex him.
Besides, that self-same list just suggested that Pee-Dee is courting him and Nightbeat, and to Emirate Xaaron's knowledge, she isn't courting either.
Emirate Xaaron announces, "And the winners are Needlenose and Spinister of the Mayhem Attack Squad!" He chuckles nervously. "Is this an awards ceremony or an assassination attempt?"
He hefts up the award rather conspicuously in front of his face. Make a move on his life, Decepticons, and that pretty award will be shattered. Of course, with someone like Spinister, it's not a very good bluff. The award is shaped like a stylised fuel pump, shaped out of crystal. It would look very tasteful on a coffee table.
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Post by Needlenose on May 18, 2008 16:05:53 GMT -5
Needlenose stands up and says loudly, "Well, of course I'm cute!" Then he looks down at Spinister and adds, "And apparently you are, too."
As tempting as the assassination attempt would be, it's pretty pointless, so instead Needlenose just holds out his arm to accompany Spinister to the stage and podium.
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Swerve-3
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Maintain the Light
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Post by Swerve-3 on May 19, 2008 0:27:48 GMT -5
Somewhere in the room, there is a normally very composed and mild-mannered constable who, were he physically capable of it, would be blushing even redder than his paint at the idea that he and Emirate Xaaron are a couple; luckily, the coating on his optic lenses masks the surprised flicker of his backlights. He's also trying very hard not to stare at either Emirate.
They aren't a couple! That's… that wouldn't work. Emirate Xaaron is their leader; certainly, Swerve sees to his safety and his needs as best the constable can, but a relationship? Even if Emirate Xaaron could bear the contact – though he did take Swerve's hand – it'd be so improper for him to do, dallying with someone under his command. He isn't the Prime or Kup, after all. If anything, he's probably embarrassed by that little announcement. Moreover, Swerve would never ask or expect anything like that of Emirate Xaaron for those reasons and more. Never mind that it'd be horrifically presumptuous of him.
…Do they really look like a couple?
It's an awkward thought. And, he supposes, flattering in some way that apparently someone thinks they're that close.
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