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Post by Pee-Dee on Sept 12, 2009 20:54:03 GMT -5
Pee-Dee drains half the cube of black sludge in one long drink that tilts her head back. Droplets of it ooze from the corner of her mouth, and a long, jagged flexible mini-limb darts out of her mouth and gathers it up.
Her charm flips colors. "Nice. Doesn't hit like a Kys, really." She shakes her head, something rattling in there, and winds up with her cheek resting on her shoulder as her optics fade slowly. "Almost like getting your spine ripped out, really. Niiiiiiiice."
She twists her head to look at the door, then wanders in that general direction, cube still in hand.
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Holi
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Captain Can-Do
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Post by Holi on Sept 13, 2009 0:24:03 GMT -5
"That's not the point!" protests Holi, switching to Micronese so at least no-one else will be privy to the details of the argument he fears is coming. Or he hopes no-one will be privy.
He doesn't remember sharing packs for their language, anyway.
"You could've been hurt," he goes on. Clipper's playful slaps go mostly ignored; she'll have to hit him much harder for them to hold any real sting. "You scared me for a minute there!" He means that, of course, but his righteous worry is dulled a bit by the pouty look he can't shake. It's always weird and a little frustrating when he's suddenly the serious one.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Sept 13, 2009 10:17:34 GMT -5
Greeeaaat, looks like the orange idiot won't leave him alone. "I'm callin' YOU dense, ya defragged pile of scrapmetal! What, ya went toe to toe with a cow and got **** in yer audio?" Sorry Whirligig, no Wheelie smile for you! Especially not when your poking sends the little guy falling onto his back.
"HEY! Stop that! Dun make me put you through a world of hu-I SAID STOP IT!" Wheelie isn't too drunk to notice Whirligig turning his attention away. He is, however, too drunk to be able to think even less straight then usual. With a Xena battlecry he climbs up the copterbot's arm and onto his head, and starts wailing away with his beady fists at whatever's nearest to him. For good measure he even starts gnawing at the orange bot's helmet!
Just a shame that Wheelie is far stronger in his mind than he is in actuality.
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Post by Clipper on Sept 13, 2009 11:03:45 GMT -5
Holi has that look, that pouty, too-cute-to-be-sullen-by-trying-anyway look. The one that means that Clipper struck a little too close to home.
Her optics get very wide, as does her smile, as she stares at him for a moment. "You did!" she exclaims, giggling. She starts clapping, her head bobbing from side to side as she starts to sing. Loudly.
"Holi fell for Clipper! Holi fell for Clipper! Holi fell for Clipper! Holi fell for Clipper! Miss Pee-Dee! Did you know that Holi fell for Clipper! Holi fell for Clipper![/i]"
Likely she would have continued on in that vein until Holi figured out a way to shut her up, except that Wheelie distracts her when he starts pounding on Whirligig's head. Clipper turns a little on Holi's lap to peer back, still humming the "Holi fell for Clipper" tune, to see what the ruckus is about.
"You have an angry hat!" She giggles at Whirligig, and then spies her mug. "Holi-kun! I'm thirsty! May I have my mug back?"
You know, Holi. The mug up there on the edge of the table beside the-bot-who-had-his-arm-around-Clipper with that lurid purple energon in it that presumably put Clipper in this state. That mug. The mug Clipper is now turning a doe-eyed look of entreaty upon Holi to retrieve for her, even as she drapes her arms over his shoulders, clearly not intending to remove herself from his lap to facilitate retrieval of.
ooc: everything was supposed to have been spoken in Micronese as per Clipper's previous note (and thereby be unintelligible, other than names spoken aloud), however, due to the mistaken impression given to the other players by not including continuing notes, everything bolded is now assumed to have been spoken in something intelligible to everyone else. Unbolded conversation is still in Micronese.
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Post by Ramulus on Sept 13, 2009 14:18:19 GMT -5
As if the Cybertronian equivalent of Dionysos were to send forth a sign of his approval to this abundance, so did a shadow appear in the open doorway of the room.
Ramulus is not late. He's... elusive. Meaning he does not come around at the beck and call whenever one pleases. Oh, he'll come alright, eventually. But on his own terms.
Thus it is only now that the Maximal enters the room, fur patches a bit bristled in anxiety, but he braves himself. All of his metal bits and kibble have been brushed up and are reflecting the lights into a reddish glow around him. To his best knowledge, he's not gonna look much more presentable than this! "Slaggit, even Mayday might call me clean for once!" The faun whispers to himself, tensing his back to bring a natural grace to his stride into the room, observing the crowd keenly.
"So.... anyone care to make recommendations?" There is a hint of self-confidence laced in the tone as he approaches the center of the room, and therefore, the table on which the colorfull display is more than just alluring.
Ramulus is making effort.
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 13, 2009 16:04:24 GMT -5
"Rammy!!" Firebolt jumps up, mostly forgetting or not caring about what's going on between Holi and Clipper, or Wheelie and Whirligig, as she sees somebody familiar. She stands up and then totters over to him, kneeling next to him and offering a small day-glow green colored cube. It's even small for Ramulus, but she's trying to be careful not to give him something too big.
"You should try this, for it is yummy," she says softly. She looks down at the cube and then snaps her finger. "I haven't cuddled you yet like I said I would. Would you like that?" She says, holding out her hand so he can possibly climb in. She's planning a bit ahead to hope he'll hop in her hand so she can lift him to the table of the snacks.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Sept 13, 2009 20:03:51 GMT -5
"Did you catch him?" Pee-Dee has to ask of Clipper, though the way the little pink lass is going, she may not catch what Pee-Dee has to say.
The Junkion pauses as Ramulus enters the room. "Pan!"
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Post by Ramulus on Sept 14, 2009 4:25:08 GMT -5
Nodding brightly to Firebolt, he accepts the cube, "Ah! Thank you!" There's a strong leafy, foresty scent drafting from the cube, so he gives the ferrari a lopsided grin before sipping, "Hmm, tastes good! I guess my taste preferences are easy to guess for you"
Ramulus has just laid a hand upon Firebolts to prepare to step on smoothly when someone exclaims an unknown name, and he catches the look of Pee-Dee. Does she mean him? The way that she looks at Ramulus he has to guess 'yes', so he steps one hoof behind the other, and bows in her direction, smiling playfully, "Hello, Miss Pee-Dee..."
Then he boards the waiting 'platform', turning to Firebolt before pointing up, "Up, please?"
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Sept 14, 2009 19:14:46 GMT -5
Small robot attacking his head? What small robot attacking his head?
The metal bars that serve him as something like eyelids twitch and swing into place to protect his optics every now and then when a little fist comes too close for comfort, but he doesn't react otherwise to Wheelie's little tantrum, continuing grin like an idiot.
"I do!" he calls to Clipper. "It's a pretty ugly hat though, I think I should get my money back."
Not bothering to look at his angry hanger-on, his shifts his ponytail-esque thruster assembly into a higher position on his head and promptly fans out the attached poles in an attempt to knock Wheelie from his perch. At the same time, he snags a cube and holds it up to one side.
Watch, ladies and gents, as he attempts to catch a diving bot in a cube of energon! Truly it will be a marvel of... of something. Gravity maybe. Or physics. Who cares? Marvelous! Let's see how this turns out.
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 15, 2009 11:36:27 GMT -5
"Up you go!" She declares and carefully, the best she darn can without wobbling, lifts him up and sets him on the table. She sets him down and then wobbles a bit and beams, her pigtails fanning out to the sides. She leans her elbows on the table and then leans her chin in the hands.
"So what brings ya out here, Rammy!" She says, smiling down at him. She pauses and then looks up at the display between Whirligig and Wheelie and giggles. "I don't care who ya are, that's funny," she says, watching.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Sept 17, 2009 17:07:23 GMT -5
Oh, he's quite the raging little fuzzball, but that promptly comes to an end as soon as Whirligig decides it's time for act two. He yelps as he's sent falling down and lands in the cube rather ungracefully, sending the liquid spraying everywhere as he flails and kicks his wheelfeet, trying to get out, spouting quite the inventive chain of human curses. Eventually he manages to get out of the cube, but it only results in him falling down onto the table below him, 'oof'-ing at the impact and then groaning as he twists around.
But don't worry, he's fine, which he shows by raising his little hand and flipping Whirligig off.
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Post by Ramulus on Sept 20, 2009 14:01:52 GMT -5
Stepping on the table, Ramulus turns around, drinking from the cube once more. He squints slightly at the wobbling Firebolt. Wobbling. He stops middrink to sniff the liquid again, letting his systems once more gauge the drink for it's contents. Midblink he shifts, the reopened optical sensors now locked on Perceptor across the room.
Hmm, curious. Ethical. Pro-ble-ma-tic. One way, Ramulus could tell these young bots to cut it a bit on the juice, and possible be made out as a grumpy, no-fun spoilsport . The other way, he could let them go their way, and eventually they might... matrix knows do what. Hmm.... 'I didn't put these drinks here...' Without further ado, the faun downs his beverage and grins at Firebolt. "Well, they said everyone was invited, right?! So I thought I'd pay a short visit!"
He eyes his shimmering empty cube, wiggling his nose. Then he looks up just in time to see Wheelie's dive into the cube, and laughs softly, amused.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Sept 21, 2009 17:56:17 GMT -5
After Wheelie flops out of the cube, Whirligig bows as best as he can whilst sitting and waves an arm about. Addressing no one in particular, he says, "Thank-you, thank-you, you've been a great audience!"
Eyeing his cube for a moment, he shrugs and takes a swig from it despite the fact that a bot has just been in it and really, he has no idea where Wheelie's been. If he had a mother she'd surely be ashamed of him. "Hehe," he chuckles quietly to himself, "Bot adds flavour."
Finally returning his focus to the object of his torment- er, interest, he raises a curious brow at Wheelie's little hand-sign. The corner of his mouth-band quirks up. "I have no idea what that means, scrappy, but I'm assuming it's s'posed to insulting!" He leans back until he's lounging casually on one elbow - after a brief flail where he almost knocked over several cubes and landed flat on his back, everyone feel free to laugh, haha. "I was just trying to give you a drink, my rust-ridden little toggle."
He is hurt by your presumed insults, Wheelie, truly and deeply. Can you not see it in his optics? You have to look really hard, it's hidden behind all that amusement. Really!
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Firebolt
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Brutal Gladiator, Scarab Lord Firebolt of the Shattered Sun
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Post by Firebolt on Sept 22, 2009 10:39:03 GMT -5
"Yay! I'm happy to hear that, Rammy. You sorta had the same idea I did! I've gotta make new friends somehow," Firebolt cheers a bit for Ramulus, pumping her fist up and down a few times, before seeing the flipping of the bird going on from little Wheelie. She looks over at him after he flops down and then nervously offers her hand to him.
"Are you ok?" she says, a bit worried. The buzz of the energon is starting to wear off as she hasn't had any to continue the buzz, so she's managing to not wobble anymore.
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Post by Ramulus on Sept 26, 2009 12:22:35 GMT -5
Ramulus is not here to make friends.... the combination of 'make' and 'friends' tenses his jaw with disgust. "No I didn't" he denies lightly, mischievously, "I came for the water"
He steps around on the surface, finding out if something attracts his sensitive sensors. He halts in front of a sparkling yellow liquid, green sparklies floating around in it. It smells fruity, fresh, sweet. Ramulus fills his cube with it, drinks lavishly and wipes the remainders from his chin.
He stands, watching the room for a moment.
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