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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 4, 2010 22:45:27 GMT -5
Scourge is feeling very, very torn. On the one hand, Scourge contains within him the capacity to hack his universe's global space bridge system, and while he hadn't done that yet before he was pulled here, he does have the vague feeling that he could probably help out Tarantulas.
On the other hand, Scourge's reality is known for multiple episodes about hilariously bad cosplay, and the siren call of bad cosplay is pretty strong. So Scourge just cautions Tarantulas, "Nothing traceable back to us. Blame a random pedestrian if you must."
Then, he stalks after Oil Slick and says firmly, "We'll do him up to look like my Prime. Very few here should recognise him, and the Predacon databanks back home contained a fits-anyone pattern for Prime cosplay." Scourge calls up said pattern on a datapad, points to it, and then starts looking in the dumpster for red cardboard.
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 4, 2010 23:13:04 GMT -5
Tarantulas nods and hurries off to the nearest intersection, transforming to beast mode on the way and sticking to the shadows. The traffic lights he finds are suspended on a cable between two metal poles. The spider climbs onto a nearby roof, and from there jumps to one of the poles, which bears a control box. He anchors himself with a webline and transforms back to robot mode, attempting to pry open the box with his claws. When that fails, he produces his circular saw from subspace and cuts the lid off it, trusting the noise of the traffic below to conceal his efforts and catching the metal lid before it has a chance to fall to the curb.
The juicy innards of the city's traffic control system revealed, Tarantulas reaches behind his head for a cable, which he plugs into an access port on the computer. "This security is impressive for a municipal system," he mutters to himself, "but I'm better."
//I've jacked into the system, but it's going to take me a minute or two to get control.//
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Post by Misfire on Jul 4, 2010 23:24:55 GMT -5
Misfire just stares at Scourge's back for several minutes.
"I...dress up...Prime...Sir!?!"
Misfire's processor seems to be a bit broken.
His wings droop. He's going to look utterly ridiculous isn't he? And Fleetwind is going to see him looking utterly ridiculous.
"Yes, Lord Scourge. Whatever you think is best."
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Post by Oil Slick on Jul 5, 2010 13:42:56 GMT -5
Oil Slick isn't sure what's sillier - the fact that Scourge wants to make Misfire dress up like Optimus Prime, or the fact that Scourge has a pattern for the costume that has been used before.
However, Oil Slick resists the urge to facepalm, as he has lucked into a large metal bucket. Excellent! He wonders if he should keep digging, though, and see if he can find Scourge some scissors and glue sticks for his arts and crafts project.
"Very well, sir - I'll be occupied mixing this, but I am on-hand if needed."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 5, 2010 19:06:00 GMT -5
There is some strange law of the universe that any RiD Predacon can pull a bad cosplay out of nowhere, with limited materials on hand.
Scourge replies patiently, "It is not as if I have a pattern for Rail Racer." Then, he waves a hand airily and demands, "Misfire, over here. I need to measure you."
This whole situation gets worse when one realises that Scourge is dressing Misfire up as the father that he hates.
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 5, 2010 23:27:32 GMT -5
//I'm in,// Tarantulas transmits. //I can override the system at any time. Just let me know where and when you want the lights to change. Once I start playing with it, it'll only be a short time before local security notices the hack and boots me off the system.// Of course traffic lights work that way. Who says they don't?
Pulling a tiny radio transmitter from subspace, the spider attaches it to the exposed traffic control computer, then closes the box back up. Transforming to beast mode, he shimmies down the pole and scuttles back towards where the other 'Cons are gathered.
OOC Note: I think it's okay for Tarantulas to have a little transmitter, but if not, I can edit it.
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Post by Misfire on Jul 7, 2010 14:06:53 GMT -5
Misfire stifles a sigh, then moves up to stand near Scourge for...measurements.
It could be worse.
Needlenose and Spinister could be here.
Proposing a fade out on Team Acme finishing up the planning. Blurr is going to be starting a new thread for the actual run rather soon.
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Post by Oil Slick on Jul 8, 2010 17:56:53 GMT -5
Oil Slick starts by opening the barrel, pouring a third of his base into the bucket acquired, then pulls out the Transformers equivalent of a tackle box, filled with various chemical vials.
--- OOC: Good with fade!
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 8, 2010 19:21:44 GMT -5
Misfire probably won't end up looking much like Optimus Prime, but one thing is sure: he certainly won't look much like himself, either.
Needlenose, if he was here, would just make Misfire look like an iMac, mod and fab but with all his circuits showing.
Yeah, I'm done.
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