Pee-Dee-3
Cadet
"I know his name."
Posts: 105
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Jun 1, 2008 18:39:27 GMT -5
After clean-up, after collecting the wounded, after several hours of the crane Constructicon yelling at all and sundry who got too close, that most wonderful leader, Rodimus Prime, decided that they ought to have a party. A victory party, for they'd smashed the Autobots with the hammer of God, sent them running into the tunnels, and now it was just a matter of time before they were stamped utterly from reality.
They'd fought hard, they'd earned this.
Pee-Dee, naturally enough, agreed.
Of course, it wasn't a party without a bonfire and booze. Booze, she leaves in the more capable hands of the chemists. The bonfire she gathers materials herself, hauling them in in armfuls and then lighting them off with some self-donated energon and her shiny new arm-cannon.
Oh, yes, the Junkion cop-witch now sports a brilliant red cannon on her left arm. It's likely very familiar to everyone who has ever met the Earth-based Autobots.
"Come one, come all, welcome, welcome, welcome! Come to the dance, come to the party, we've drink, we've fun, we've won!"
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Runamuck
Cadet
I'm not as think as you drunk I am.
Posts: 99
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Post by Runamuck on Jun 1, 2008 19:11:05 GMT -5
Did someone say booze? Because Runamuck thought he heard booze.
The Battlecharger has been busy lately. Aside from patrols and attempts to search out the Autobots' escape route (and driving around like a lunatic, but that goes without saying), he's been raiding stores and abandoned supplies. But, mostly, he's been desecrating the area, TPing the remains of the Autobot base, painting crude Decepticon symbols all over the place, and otherwise leaving one hell of a mess to be cleaned up if anyone wants to ever reinhabit the city once the Cons leave.
In other words, he's being himself. At least until somebody gets around to telling him to knock it off. So nice to be under the radar in a large group again....
Now hunting for more spraypaint (and wondering whether the locals had a thing against purple or something, since there's never enough), Runamuck notices the bonfire and heads towards it. Maybe not as fun as watching Xaaron tumbling into the sewer, but at least the bonfire is arguably less likely to shoot him in the back.
"Party?" he says, the impression of a grin behind his faceplate evident in his voice at Pee-Dee's proclamation. "Sweet." Blame culture contamination.
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Post by Kup-3 on Jun 3, 2008 21:00:13 GMT -5
Kup walks in, his brightly-waxed paint job glittering in the firelight. His lips hold a bland smile that twists into a faint sneer when he's not being watched, his posture is upright and prim, his manner polite and politely condescending. He scans the party. No, he's not fashionably late, but it's unfashionable for a mech of his age to obsess too much about fashion. Besides, arrive early and you can study the way others enter. One can learn a surprising amount by the way someone makes an entrance.
The downside, however, is that there are not many here yet. His smile broadens and he fakes a bit more warm sincerity as he nods to Pee-Dee, and his optics brush past Runamuck briefly - so odd, that the Decepticons now come in car modes these days - before he slides like oil over water to the refreshments, scoops up a moderate drink, and slips out of the way.
OOC: Skippable. Post-through to establish my presence at the party. Please PM or IM if you want to interact, and we can do a spin-off thread.
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Fleetwind
Major
The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
Twined Elf
Posts: 730
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Post by Fleetwind on Jun 3, 2008 21:03:47 GMT -5
Fleetwind doesn't arrive early - he was already here! In the background! If you didn't see him, that's due to the natural tendancy to dismiss Seekers who are just standing around in the background. In fact, it's entirely possible that you're still overlooking him, thanks to that tendancy.
OOC: Skippable. Post-through to establish my presence at the party. Please PM or IM if you want to interact, and we can do a spin-off thread.
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
Posts: 797
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Post by Dead End on Jun 3, 2008 21:35:31 GMT -5
Dead End wasn't sure what he was doing there. They'd beaten one set of Autobots; how soon before the other set turned on them and destroyed them?
Or perhaps the other Decepticons would come and rout them as they'd routed their Autobots. Or they'd destroy the other Decepticons and still be doomed when the resources of this world ran low. Ultimately, the madness spread by the Dark Prime would turn them all on each other.
Dead End sauntered in anyway, and edged off into a corner as he looked for the hopefully extra rations that should come with the party.
--- skippable
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
Posts: 272
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Post by Mixmaster on Jun 3, 2008 22:06:42 GMT -5
Mixmaster walks in distractedly, optics seeking out anyone who looked familiar and friendly... or even the not so familiar and not-so friendly, really; it didn't matter.
There's a smile on his face and a delighted spring to his step as he walks along a wall until he finds a place to settle against and wait.
He loves parties, he really does.
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Also skibbable
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Post by Blackout on Jun 5, 2008 21:32:00 GMT -5
Did Blackout drop in out of the air? Did he use some previously unknown stealth technique? Is he a ninja?
No. He just blends in with a pile of wreckage. Maybe there is a benefit to looking like your parts are hanging out all the time.
In fact, he's been there all along, sitting in the background. A decently solid chunk of wall taken from the remains of the Autobase itself for a seat, he continues simply observing. He barely reacts as Scorponok clambers up his leg into his lap, doesn't even seem to notice his own hand idly stroking the smaller robot's head. Scorponok's central engine cylinder rumbles in a bizarre imitation of a purr.
Skippable unless addressed.
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Pee-Dee-3
Cadet
"I know his name."
Posts: 105
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Post by Pee-Dee-3 on Jun 5, 2008 22:13:47 GMT -5
Pee-Dee's optics narrow. There is a chemist here. There is not booze. If that means someone let Perceptor prepare the booze, heads will roll.
Mustering up a cheerful smile for Kup and a much more sultry smile for the chemist, the Junkion saunters over to Mixmaster.
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Continuing this in a side-thread.
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Jetstorm (BM)
Minor
Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
Posts: 355
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Jun 5, 2008 22:48:49 GMT -5
Jetstorm lazily floats up, taking a good look at the party. Sure, he wasn't prominent, but who's to say he wasn't working behind the scenes? Some good bast marks and such on his armor shows he was. He squints one optic and tilts his head to the side before sighing.
"This isn't much of a party, but who's to complain, hm?" He snirks as he crosses his arms and peers around for a shoulder to perch on.
OOC: Skippable if nobody bothers him
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Post by Needlenose on Jun 6, 2008 21:21:33 GMT -5
Needlenose hasn't been hiding here, lurking in the shadows the whole time.
No, he's been intentionally waiting until he was late. That's just the way things are done.
Shockingly, Spinister has also not been here, lurking in shadows the whole time. This is because Needlenose is now dragging him in, while trying to look like he's not dragging.
"Oh, come now, Spinister, it won't be that bad! Things like this can be a real bonding experience!" Then he leans in and murmurs in Spinister's audials, "Especially if someone remembers to bring the welders and waits until the drink's been flowing."
Then he straightens a bit more and looks around. "By the way, where is the drink?"
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Post by Long Range on Jun 7, 2008 5:09:46 GMT -5
Stomp stomp stomp stomp....
Long Range isn't late because he finds it fashionable. He's late because he moves too slagging slow and that short nap he took along the way probably didn't help.
But now he's here. Time to find whoever s making booze and start filling up. He's been running on a quarter tank since that artillery barrage with Sky-Byte.
... Speaking of which, he might as well grab something for Sky-Byte. His size tends to help him when "requisitioning" booze.
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Synapse-3
Cadet
It would be a pleasure...
Posts: 84
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Post by Synapse-3 on Jun 7, 2008 10:59:38 GMT -5
He's not late, no, only lurking. Synapse isn't feeling too keen at all to be showing his face at the victory party, but the nagging curiosity at what exactly could happen at such an occasion--what he can bear witness to--that draws the scout close.
Synapse sticks to the shadows, useless node and functioning one mounted securely. Self-repair has taken care of the worst of his sparking and smoking wound in his back, leaving a small jagged hole in his plating and a peek of sooty circuitry.
He'll play broken wall-flower and hopefully glean something fun from this fire-side revelry.
OOC: Very much skippable
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Post by Spinister on Jun 7, 2008 15:51:12 GMT -5
Spinister wanted to get to the site earlier than everyone else, scout it out, and then go take up a post on the nearest clock-tower, so to speak.
Instead, Needlenose happened.
Spinister tries to match Needlenose's pace a little better. Fine. He's been dragged here. He'll walk normally now, since he apparently has to be here. Spinister looks around, trying to take in all the angles.
He whispers back to Needlenose, "I'm not sure that the drinks will be quite safe, at the moment."
Spinister is aware of what can happen at parties. He's one of the things that can happen at parties, but then, he prefers the clock-tower if he has to happen at a party.
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Thundercracker
Minor
Accomodatus the Obliging, Costumer Extraordinaire
Maybe they should just move my berth to repair bay and have done with it...
Posts: 259
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Post by Thundercracker on Jun 7, 2008 16:58:09 GMT -5
Thundercracker limps slightly as he arrives at the bonfire -- despite his fears someone DID take the time to piece him together, but it's impossible to get dismembered and still not feel somewhat sore after the fact. Hopefully he'll stay in one piece for awhile...
He's still very leery of these Other Autobots, and so keeps a respectful distance from them. Glancing around for a familiar face, he spots Jetstorm and smiles slightly.
"Jetstorm," he greets, offering his shoulder for a perch if the Vehicon will take it. "How did the battle go? I missed most of it except for the building coming down."
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Perceptor-3
Rookie
Curiosity killed... everyone else. After a lengthy examination, of course.
Posts: 139
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Post by Perceptor-3 on Jun 8, 2008 12:47:17 GMT -5
Perceptor isn't normally one given to "party", such as it is, however, his presence here does give him ample opportunity to observe their "allies" in a relatively unguarded setting. Not to mention his own people. Especially when they start feeling the effects of his... contributions to the libations.
Always so quick to expect the worst from him, they are. Why, he can be magnanimous when it suits him. Nothing more than a pleasant buzz, a better one than from being overenergized alone, and one that lingers much longer. One that won't fritz the systems the next morning, leaving one groggy and vulnerable. A buzz that blurrs the boundaries of one's inhibitions, perhaps. Something pleasant and fun that encourages the joyful abandon of victory, a fitting response for this celebration.
Meanwhile, he may settleback and observe, watch their allies make fools of themselves, watch for their weaknesses to use at that inevitable juncture when the Prime rightfully grinds them under his heel. And meanwhile, the Autobots receive a pleasant lesson in Perceptor's generosity.
And perhaps he need not spend the evening in such a solitary state.
ooc: the drinks have been randomly spiked with something that invokes a state somewhere between the mania of a meth rush, minus the paranoia, and the pleasant buzz of marijuana/being really drunk without the unpleasant hangover. It also heightens confidence and lowers inhibitions/increases libido to a certain extent, if desired. As always, the extent to the effects is up to the player, as is the randomness of getting a dose, or a dose significant enough to have effect. Have fun.
Also, skippable and essentially lurking at the fringes mostly out of sight/out of thread unless someone wants to talk to/interact with. IM/PM me with a request and we can spin off into another thread.
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