Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 15, 2008 20:01:03 GMT -5
Nightbeat is only getting drunker and babbling more. "I should... I should go over there right now and give him a pieshe of my mind... And I hash an awfully big mind to give a pieshe of..."
Was it always this hard to stand?
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 15, 2008 20:20:23 GMT -5
Ooh, a projector! Projection systems are excellent and really give that great 'in a dark movie theater together' feeling.
She turns with the contra-check, letting her shoulders fall back even as her body presses closer to the Emirate's. It's just the way the move goes, as he's stepping opposite of the side of his body that he's leaving with.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 15, 2008 20:55:42 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron inquires, "Would that suffice?"
He never talked to Rodimus Prime about that they would do if one of them had a visitor, and Pee-Dee is a Junkion who lives with a dump truck and Rattrap. Given that Rodimus Prime is now dancing with Arcee, perhaps he will want to watch teevee with Arcee, too. is that what one does with women? Maybe Emirate Xaaron should have talked to Rodimus Prime about visitors, after all!
So their rooms are out.
He leads for a right lunge, still dancing.
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
Posts: 373
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 15, 2008 21:32:21 GMT -5
Yep, Nightbeat is definitely having trouble with his internal gyroscopic balance systems.
"Ish it jusht me?" he asks. "Or ish it getting a little shpinny in here? I bet he'sh doing that too... Thinksh he'sh sho shmart... Thinksh he knowsh everything... That'sh my job... shtealin' my woman... and shtealin' my job..."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 15, 2008 21:40:31 GMT -5
"That'd be great." Pee-Dee happily sweeps along with the lunge. Time Warner, but dancing like this is so wonderful! It's just like in one of those high-style movies, and she really ought to have a skirt for that.
And probably not actually be taller than her dance-partner, but it does give Xaaron a nice view of her chest. Men like that, generally speaking.
She could keep dancing like this for a long time.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 15, 2008 21:48:06 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is one of those few men who has no idea he should even be looking at her chest. Perhaps that is refreshing for her.
"Capital!" He grins. It's not abuse of rank if command wasn't going to be using the room, anyway. It's making things less awkward for Rodimus Prime.
Can they twinkle like a little star?
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
Posts: 373
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 15, 2008 21:50:21 GMT -5
"All right!" Nightbeat cries out, drunkenly, "I've had alls I can shtands, and I can'ts shtandsh no more!"
He teeters over to Xaaron and Pee-Dee. "I don't care if'in you're Primush hishshself... Shtay away from my woman!"
He clocks back a first and throws a punch.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 15, 2008 21:58:24 GMT -5
OOC: Switching places with Pee-Dee with her permission.
The women (and tyrant lizards) all seem to want to hug Emirate Xaaron. The men, however...
...they punch him in the face. Added to the collection of dents that Grimlock left after hugging him are a set of dents to his face. It's nothing serious, but it hurts a bit, and it sends Emirate Xaaron stumbling away from Pee-Dee. He reacts fairly quickly, turning and trying to put Pee-Dee behind him and Nightbeat in front, so that Pee-Dee can make a clean break for it.
People have died for Emirate Xaaron, but one does not inspire that kind of loyalty by assuming that one has it.
Though riled and confused, his voice is calm but firm as he snaps, "Autobots are not in the habit of taking slaves, Nightbeat. Pee-Dee is not 'your woman'. Now, unless you two have some mutual 'no dancing with other people' agreement, which I rather hope Pee-Dee would have mentioned to me, what in the Spires is your problem?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 15, 2008 22:08:16 GMT -5
"Hey! I was having fun!"
Xaaron's attempts to get between Nightbeat and Pee-Dee are doomed to failure. She notices it, at one of the sides of her mind, and treats it like the obstacle it is. Duck around the golden shiny one, keep the balance as even on both her feet as she can, pull back her arm-
Yeah, punching the guy the cop is dancing with is firm grounds for her trying to clock you one.
And then what Nightbeat and Xaaron are saying actually registers.
"And I am not your woman! I wouldn't be your woman if you were the last man on Earth! I'd go lesbian to avoid you!"
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
Posts: 373
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 15, 2008 22:13:22 GMT -5
Nightbeat manages to drunkenly stand his ground to the Emirate. "You! With your pompoush attitude and tryin's to shteal the woman I'm, wossaname, attracted to... How's a guy like me shuppose to compete with a, wossname, classhy guy like you?"
And then Pee-Dee slugs him. He goes down, landing hard on his back and banging his head on the ground. "Ish fate, shweetheart... no shenshe trying to, wossname... fight it..."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 16, 2008 7:59:28 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron has no idea what a lesbian is, but from the context, he can safely assume it means, 'somebody who would never dance with Nightbeat'.
And watch, it's like magic. Whenever Emirate Xaaron tries to stand his ground and possibly fight, someone else steps in on his behalf. Does he have 'I'm vulnerable like a baby bird; protect me, cheep cheep cheep' stamped on his back or something? Since Pee-Dee apparently now has a quarrel with Nightbeat, he's just going to get out of her way. He steps off to the side, giving Pee-Dee and Nightbeat some space.
Emirate Xaaron crosses his arms and frowns rather severely, inclining his head down at Nightbeat when Pee-Dee's punch sends him sprawling. He is livid, simply furious, but they are Autobots here, and he doesn't want the party to break into a brawl. So, voice strident, he points out, "If you are afraid that someone who is, ah 'classy'," just what is classy about being a devious little cripple, anyway? "will be found more pleasing by the object of your affections than you are, you could try, oh, I don't know, being classy, which coincidentally involves not clocking people who are trying to dance."
He drops down into a crouch, and his voice lowers and becomes darker as he adds, stabbing a finger at Nightbeat, "But if you ever call me pompous again, I will have you digging ditches until the day you die, do you understand?"
Yes, Emirate Xaaron is more upset about being called pompous than he is about being hit in the face. If you knew Traachon and Tomaandi, you would be, too.
He straightens up and concludes, in a pleasant, too-pleasant speaking tone, "Pee-Dee's choices are her own to make, and that includes the choice whether or not she likes you. She could decide that she likes Bumblebee or Ironfire or whoever, and I would rather appreciate not having to give you KP because you picked a fight with a tank."
Oh wait, Nightbeat just did. Emirate Xaaron really needs to see Perceptor about getting this transformation of his fixed.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 16, 2008 19:45:51 GMT -5
"Fate?" Pee-Dee says very quietly.
Fate? That didn't make sense, they weren't childhood friends or teenaged lovers. They weren't on the verge of breaking up when something random and strange fell out of the sky. She never met the guy before she came here, and they were always fighting-
"Oh nooooo." Her charm begins to flash alternating red and blue as the Junkion realizes that Nightbeat's right, they are fated to be together if they keep fighting and clashing like they do.
"Nononononono." She rocks back on her heels, not really listening to anything outside of her own head right now. He's sexist and horrible, and he breaks the law, and he's a jerk, and-!
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Nightbeat
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Lord High Instructor, Duke of Snack
Cybertron's Greatest Detective
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 16, 2008 19:58:56 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is talking. Emirate Xaaron is always talking. He's always just yak yak yak the whole day long. Thinks he's so clever...
What was Nightbeat thinking about again?
"Well," Nightbeat says aloud. "Ish like thish... you shee... you shee... the thing ish... it'sh like one of them wosshnamesh... where there'sh thish other thing that doesh... shtuff..."
And then he falls backward again, with a rather satisfying clang. He might even be out cold this time.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 16, 2008 20:12:02 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is a fairly touchy person. He hugged Optimus Prime in public, and he cradled Impactor as he died the first time. So it seems quite natural for him to try to take Pee-Dee by the hand and reassure her, all sincere concern, "Pee-Dee, are you quite all right? Nigthbeat's just being over-dramatic. He does that. Here, why don't we just call it a night now and get a head start on watching some teevee?"
He looks over at Nightbeat, a thin frown on his face, and he comments, "Can't afford to put him in the brig right now. We do need all Autobots working, this party aside. I'm sure Rodimus Prime or Kup can think of something - I'm bit too personally involved in this fight, I think, to be a fair judge."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 16, 2008 20:26:36 GMT -5
Rodimus's dance with Arcee effectively over, one way or another, he approaches this group and studies the detective on the ground, shaking his head slightly. Then he kneels down and reaches to pick Nightbeat up.
"If it's all right, Emirate, I'm going to just toss him in his room now, and we can figure out what to do about him tomorrow. Might just... I don't know. Restrict him to quarters or put him on Tiny-watch or something like that for awhile."
And speaking of Tiny, what is she up to? Why, she's started to sniff at the energon in the punch bowl, all unnoticed on the table!
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