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Post by Victoria Raines on Jun 9, 2008 11:15:21 GMT -5
Yes, Shockwave is actually at this gathering, though he has not come for the purposes of imbibing or socializing. He is here to observe and to make sure that his troops do not forget themselves in this moment of supposed celebration. And to make sure that whatever Mixmaster, Scourge, or Perceptor might choose to add to the libations does no more harm than might be appropriate. Shockwave has found himself a spot at the very edge of the firelight, a spot where he can stand and yet lean almost casually against a conveniently placed post.
He eyes the Junkion warily. At least he knows now what became of the other Perceptor's scope.
Skippable unless addressed. Anyone wanting to to a thread with Shox, PM or IM and we'll spin off.
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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 11, 2008 18:24:26 GMT -5
Ooooh, booze!
Runamuck makes a beeline for the drinks, promptly scooping one up and downing it. Through his faceplate. Hey, it worked for some of the Autobots not too long ago.....
Mm, actual energon! Where Runamuck is from, they've been living on artificial supplements for so long, he almost forgot what it was like. Seems stronger than he remembers.
Runamuck looks side to side quickly, then scoops up a double armload of drinks and scarpers off for a corner to get plastered in.
Drinking himself into a stupor Skippable unless someone wants to interact with him.
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
Posts: 272
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Post by Mixmaster on Jun 11, 2008 19:35:32 GMT -5
Mixmaster trots over to the drinks happily, cradled in his arms is a black bowl-like item that had a telling glow coming from the top of it and lighting up the Constructicons brightly smiling features.
With happy humming he sets the...bowl down near the rest of the energon with care and pulls a smallish cube from storage to take a bit of it. He bounces up, looks around, waves, and then downs the energon before turning and walking back the way he'd come.
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OOC: The energon-booze stuff isn't poisonous or harmful (yet) and should only allow for a quicker 'buzz' than normal high-grade will give you without the nasty side-effects when you wake up...or not, depending *shrugs*
And skippable.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
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Post by Duskwing on Jun 12, 2008 7:01:48 GMT -5
Duskwing can't resist free fuel... no matter who it belongs to. The dark blue Seeker slipped into the party behind several others, and did his best to evade the notice of Perceptor and Bumblebee-- if they wanted to start something, he'd have to finish it, and Starscream had made it pretty clear what he thought of that! Probably he should have stayed away entirely. On the other hand... free energon!
Duskwing sidled up to the energon and helped himself to a cube. He looked around quickly; no one was watching him! Four more cubes promptly disappeared into his cockpit, for "later". Then he oh-so-casually strolled away, holding his one cube and looking for a corner with someone interesting in it.
---- And out of thread...
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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 12, 2008 19:58:09 GMT -5
The Junkion returns from her little chat with Mixmaster, clattering happily. She pauses as the firelight illuminates her, her reds and oranges losing the appearance of rust in the orange light. She looks almost like a normal Cybertronian in firelight.
Music sweeps out from her suddenly, a storm of sound. It is wild and alien, compared to Cybertronian forms, but clearly victoriously martial.
It seems to be emanating the Junkion herself, but that becomes harder to tell as it gains in volume. It does not spread far beyond the range of the bonfire.
And then Pee-Dee throws herself into the dance.
It's as wild as her music, but not as alien. The mechs familiar with dance might recognize the formal Cybertronian forms incorporated in with whatever else she has picked up over the years.
Perhaps, because of that melding of the alien and the familiar, it is more alien than her music.
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Oracle-3
Cadet
It's such a thin line between heaven and hell.
Posts: 80
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Post by Oracle-3 on Jun 13, 2008 0:01:25 GMT -5
Oracle has taken her time arriving to the party, but really the cluster of bodies isn't of that much intrest to her anyway. Still, probably best that she does put in some kind of appearance, and one never knows what might occur to make the evening worth putting up with.
In fact, she thinks she sees something interesting right over there, but not might not be the best time to make a move so early in the evening. Swinging by the refreshments she secures herself a cube, though she tucks it away rather then drinking it, before making her way back to the fringes of the party. If she's possibly edging closer to Synapse as she finds herself a spot to watch from, surely it's only a coincidence.
OOC: Skippable for now unless someone wants to interact with her, if so let me know.
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Synapse-3
Cadet
It would be a pleasure...
Posts: 84
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Post by Synapse-3 on Jun 15, 2008 2:15:55 GMT -5
Coincidence or not, Synapse doesn't notice the slight stalking until a little too late.
With his nodes tucked safely on his person, it's a bit harder to get a full view of his surroundings. All the more easy to be snuck up on and delicately edged down a nearby alleyway--and such does happen to the scout, not all so unwillingly though--especially with the help of a little energon and a few nudges.
OOC: Oracle's actions posed with permission and help from player. Synapse-3 and Oracle-3 are now out of thread and away from the party. They'll be returning in a short while...
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jun 17, 2008 9:10:29 GMT -5
Rodimus always did like fire.
With the entertainment provided by the posturing of his thralls winding up, the Prime decides to wander nearer the fire. He smiles his sharp-edged smile to any who drift close as he finds himself a comfortable position from which to watch the flames rise.
After a few moments, his interested gaze falls on Pee-Dee's wild dancing. He finds something on which to sit down and does so, enjoying the night, the music, the fire, still very pleased from the destruction wrought earlier, and from the play that followed.
OOC: Skippable.
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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 18, 2008 21:36:50 GMT -5
The barest sliver of the sun-disk remains above the horizon, and the twilight will not fade completely for a while yet. It's a time of confusing light-conditions, when everything is washed out but not fully plunged into darkness.
Pee-Dee's dance ends with a leap, and her music fades as she finds herself in front of the Prime.
She extends an arm to him, queer smile on her lips. "Dance down the night with me?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jun 19, 2008 19:35:19 GMT -5
Rodimus smiles in return. He lifts his right arm and takes her hand, if allowed. Then he glances towards the sky as the firelight casts orange and yellow reflections against his silver face, as the still-setting sun intensifies those colors.
"Isn't the sun we'd be dancing down? We're dancing up the night."
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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 20, 2008 21:27:25 GMT -5
Somedays it seems like Pee-Dee can't deny Rodimus anything, even when it involves killing her favoritest little victim. To her, though, it's much different from how Mirage is with the Prime - she hasn't had a good reason to tell Rodimus no.
And if she's lucky, she never will, because that would mean he's trying to use his Matrix on Nightbeat.
"I've heard some fliers say that night rises up from the ground," she says agreeably, falling easily into position as Rodimus takes the lead. "What kind of music would you like? Or should I find something... appropriate for this darkness rising?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jun 21, 2008 16:06:03 GMT -5
"Something black shot through with flames." Rodimus turns towards Pee-Dee, right hand held out, still lightly holding hers. He gives her a rakish grin, and tilts his body so that he's in front of her, but at a slight angle, ready to step off into whatever dance seems most appropriate as soon as the music starts.
"In other words, yes. Something... appropriate."
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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 22, 2008 6:32:26 GMT -5
It starts with percussion that may be the marching of feet or an artfully played drum. The singer's voice is deep, and he sings in English.
Sin child, sin child, to make the darkness come.
She tilts her head back to gaze up at his face, expression expectant - Does he approve? Shall they dance?
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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on Jun 22, 2008 17:25:45 GMT -5
He approves. They shall dance.
Rodimus grins, and, timed with one of the heavy 'claps', he tightens his grip on Pee-Dee's hand and pulls her much closer. Then he releases the hand, although both arms come up to either side of Pee-Dee, not touching, creating a three-walled 'cage' of some sort that she need only back out of to escape.
Then the chanting stops, and the beat begins in earnest, and he starts moving. To go with the music, his motions are jerky, erratic, energetic, and slightly alien. "Sin Child" is not a song that you hold your partner to, and the Prime's arms are on either side of Pee-Dee, but in the frantic motion of the dance, his arms, his legs, even his body sometimes lightly brush by her, sometimes lightly touches, as he loses himself to the rhythm.
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Skyfire-3
Rookie
Professional Treasure Hunter and Pet Fancier
Posts: 182
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Post by Skyfire-3 on Jun 23, 2008 7:12:34 GMT -5
Skyfire sauntered up to the gathered crowd, the firelight giving him odd highlights and shadows, particularly around his face.
"Damn, hope I haven't missed all the fun!" Skyfire gave Rodimus Prime a slight bow in passing as befit a civilian scientist under his command--though slight because of Skyfire's lack of flexibility in that direction, not disrespect. The Prime looked to be thoroughly enjoying his dance, and probably didn't see the big shuttle, but it wouldn't do to even seem to show disrepect because Skyfire thought he wasn't looking.
The beat was fast and hard--Earth music, and the percussively musical, yet not-too-flowing lyrics confirmed the language--English. Skyfire pondered once again the question of why Earth culture in particular had so infected his race, but then filed it away for later. Again. He'd bring it out when they raided Earth in this reality.
Quite a few jets here worth looking at--Skyfire scowled briefly as a trio of Decepticons flew away before he got a good optic-scanful... Did anyone know that three 'allies' were departing the party on missions unknown? Hmm...
--- Skyfire is just in and through to other threads unless addressed or interrupted.
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